There are certain things you try hard to avoid in your whole life, yet they keep coming back to you invitingly, every now and then.
There are things too you once thought they won't happen to you no matter what, but years later just to find they had slowly crawling into your life, sneaking in and slowly destroying you old beliefs bit by bit.
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Nada (St. John)
So as to taste the best learn to taste of nothing
So as to own all
let go of everything
So as to become who you are
walk away from yourself
So as to become wise
forget all you ever knew
So as to arrive at where you are not
you must walk the path of a nobody
This is what I believe
Quoted from: http://www.bestinspirationalquotes4u.com/blog/37/life-that-can-be-explained-in-one-sentence/
Picture by Marcus Bell
Loneliness
"It was black like a thousand midnights in a cypress swamp.
It was loneliness that is indescribable.
It brought confusion regarding God.
I experienced frustration with life and cirsumstances.
It was the feeling that you have been abandoned, that you are worthless.
I felt unloveable.
The pain was excruciating..."
by Cynthia Swindoll
Read it once and I felt the pain of hers, so just thought of sharing this and may those who are experiencing the same thing would find the strength and reason to continue the journey, even in the darkest moment in life.
Monday, March 14, 2011
Cher - You Havent Seen The Last Of Me
Feeling broken
Barely holding on
But there's just something so strong
Somewhere inside me
And I am down but I'll get up again
Don't count me out just yet
I've been brought down to my knees
And I've been pushed way past the point of breaking
But I can take it
I'll be back
Back on my feet
This is far from over
You haven't seen the last of me
You haven't seen the last of me
They can say that
I won't stay around
But I'm gonna stand my ground
You're not gonna stop me
You don't know me
You don't know who I am
Don't count me out so fast
I've been brought down to my knees
And I've been pushed way past the point of breaking
But I can take it
I'll be back
Back on my feet
This is far from over
You haven't seen the last of me
There will be no fade out
This is not the end
I'm down now
But i'll be standing tall again
Times are hard but
I was built tough
I'm gonna show you all what I'm made of
I've been brought down to my knees
And I've been pushed way past the point of breaking
But I can take it
I'll be back
Back on my feet
This is far from over
I am far from over
You haven't seen the last of me
No no
I'm not going nowhere
I'm staying right here
Oh no
You won't see me begging
I'm not taking my bow
Can't stop me
It's not the end
You haven't seen the last of me
Oh no
You haven't seen the last of me
You haven't seen the last of me
Sunday, March 13, 2011
In one fine Monday afternoon
Students' Study Week and Yahoooo...
But, marking their essays is like... Yukeeee!!!
The most painful struggling moment in every teacher life!
Well, this is the list of things that would make any of the English teachers cry their eyeballs out:
[and one question to ask - Who is their former English teacher? Well, of course, we don't put the blame one others, because the same question will be raised by the teachers who teach them after that :D]
1. He, She and sometimes It are used everywhere in the essay, just to talk about one single person (I called this Gender Confusion Syndrome)
2. Present tense and past tense are used in one single sentence - causing difficulties to the teachers who marked the essay suffered from "Jet Lag Syndrome", well, despite of air travel, we experience all the symptoms e.g: fatigue, insomnia and most importantly the changing of time zones from past to present and from present to past.
3. Most of them don't use transition words often, the moment they used it, it killed you! Because, 'suddenly' is their only favourite transition words they love the most, regardless whether if the incident happened suddenly or not! They just like to use it, to create the climax in their writing. Well, they did it, I would say, at least to the teachers by getting know how creative their students could be in using the only and single one transition word 'suddenly' and expected it would make a big impact to the writing.
Well, well, well... Let's continue marking, it is better than none of them are sending in anything!
Brenda, gambate ne!!! So do Nazz and Wana! Gambate ne!
But, marking their essays is like... Yukeeee!!!
The most painful struggling moment in every teacher life!
Well, this is the list of things that would make any of the English teachers cry their eyeballs out:
[and one question to ask - Who is their former English teacher? Well, of course, we don't put the blame one others, because the same question will be raised by the teachers who teach them after that :D]
1. He, She and sometimes It are used everywhere in the essay, just to talk about one single person (I called this Gender Confusion Syndrome)
2. Present tense and past tense are used in one single sentence - causing difficulties to the teachers who marked the essay suffered from "Jet Lag Syndrome", well, despite of air travel, we experience all the symptoms e.g: fatigue, insomnia and most importantly the changing of time zones from past to present and from present to past.
3. Most of them don't use transition words often, the moment they used it, it killed you! Because, 'suddenly' is their only favourite transition words they love the most, regardless whether if the incident happened suddenly or not! They just like to use it, to create the climax in their writing. Well, they did it, I would say, at least to the teachers by getting know how creative their students could be in using the only and single one transition word 'suddenly' and expected it would make a big impact to the writing.
Well, well, well... Let's continue marking, it is better than none of them are sending in anything!
Brenda, gambate ne!!! So do Nazz and Wana! Gambate ne!
Love at First Sight, by Wislawa Szymborska
Both are convinced
that a sudden surge of emotion bound them together.
Beautiful is such a certainty,
but uncertainty is more beautiful.
Because they didn’t know each other earlier, they suppose that
nothing was happening between them.
What of the streets, stairways and corridors
where they could have passed each other long ago?
I’d like to ask them
whether they remember– perhaps in a revolving door
ever being face to face?
an “excuse me” in a crowd
or a voice “wrong number” in the receiver.
But I know their answer:
no, they don’t remember.
They’d be greatly astonished
to learn that for a long time
chance had been playing with them.
Not yet wholly ready
to transform into fate for them
it approached them, then backed off,
stood in their way
and, suppressing a giggle,
jumped to the side. There were signs, signals:
but what of it if they were illegible.
Perhaps three years ago,
or last Tuesday
did a certain leaflet fly
from shoulder to shoulder?
There was something lost and picked up.
Who knows but what it was a ball
in the bushes of childhood.
There were doorknobs and bells
on which earlier
touch piled on touch.
Bags beside each other in the luggage room.
Perhaps they had the same dream on a certain night,
suddenly erased after waking.
Every beginning
is but a continuation,
and the book of events
is never more than half open.
-translated by Walter Whipple
that a sudden surge of emotion bound them together.
Beautiful is such a certainty,
but uncertainty is more beautiful.
Because they didn’t know each other earlier, they suppose that
nothing was happening between them.
What of the streets, stairways and corridors
where they could have passed each other long ago?
I’d like to ask them
whether they remember– perhaps in a revolving door
ever being face to face?
an “excuse me” in a crowd
or a voice “wrong number” in the receiver.
But I know their answer:
no, they don’t remember.
They’d be greatly astonished
to learn that for a long time
chance had been playing with them.
Not yet wholly ready
to transform into fate for them
it approached them, then backed off,
stood in their way
and, suppressing a giggle,
jumped to the side. There were signs, signals:
but what of it if they were illegible.
Perhaps three years ago,
or last Tuesday
did a certain leaflet fly
from shoulder to shoulder?
There was something lost and picked up.
Who knows but what it was a ball
in the bushes of childhood.
There were doorknobs and bells
on which earlier
touch piled on touch.
Bags beside each other in the luggage room.
Perhaps they had the same dream on a certain night,
suddenly erased after waking.
Every beginning
is but a continuation,
and the book of events
is never more than half open.
-translated by Walter Whipple
A story of hers to tell
She planned for the suicide.
The suicidal thought is conquering her for quite some times. She has the sudden thought of hitting the divider every time traveling on the highway, on her way back to no where. A place called ‘home’ but not hers.
Sometimes, her body and her mind are not connected to each other. What she intended to say always left unspoken, she kept hurting those who love and care about her, and apologize and did it again and apologize again… over and over again…
She is tired, yet can’t help herself to hurt others and herself more.
She planned for the suicide, which eventually she didn’t make it. Too coward to survive, and even more coward to end her own life. She is not brave for anything.
She eventually chooses to be a nobody, pack her things and walk away… hoping no one will find her anymore and slowly disappear from the memories of whoever once know her as who she was.
But, if you looked carefully in the mirror, you will sometimes see her… so helpless and lost. And for most of the times, you turn your back and pretending you know nothing about her and walk away…
The suicidal thought is conquering her for quite some times. She has the sudden thought of hitting the divider every time traveling on the highway, on her way back to no where. A place called ‘home’ but not hers.
Sometimes, her body and her mind are not connected to each other. What she intended to say always left unspoken, she kept hurting those who love and care about her, and apologize and did it again and apologize again… over and over again…
She is tired, yet can’t help herself to hurt others and herself more.
She planned for the suicide, which eventually she didn’t make it. Too coward to survive, and even more coward to end her own life. She is not brave for anything.
She eventually chooses to be a nobody, pack her things and walk away… hoping no one will find her anymore and slowly disappear from the memories of whoever once know her as who she was.
But, if you looked carefully in the mirror, you will sometimes see her… so helpless and lost. And for most of the times, you turn your back and pretending you know nothing about her and walk away…
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