tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10619001175304725682024-03-05T10:26:04.863+01:00When the crow sings its voice outSight Unseenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17109104722561962506noreply@blogger.comBlogger58125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061900117530472568.post-30352755854814938002009-08-31T14:37:00.000+02:002009-08-31T14:39:44.768+02:00The 4 personality typesGod could have made us all Sanguines.<br />We could have lots of fun but accomplish little.<br />He could have made us all Melancholies.<br />We would have been organized and charted but not very cheerful.<br />He could have made us all Cholerics.<br />We would have been set to lead, but impatient that no one would follow!<br />He could have made us all Phlegmatics.<br />We would have had a peaceful world but not much enthusiasm for life.<br />We need each temperament for the total function of the body.<br />Each part should do its work to unify the action and produce harmonious results.<br />-Florence Littauer in The Gift of Encouraging WordsSight Unseenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17109104722561962506noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061900117530472568.post-7681142509840198212009-07-23T22:44:00.006+02:002009-07-24T00:14:32.372+02:00A Song dedication to a friend and others who need it as wellHymns were all written by people who understood, felt and suffered the toils of life. When we were children, troubles didn't feel all that heavy. But as we continue to grow, our burdens of life inevitably grow too. We realize we need to be equipped with great mental and physical strength so that we can shoulder the responsibility well and efficiently. When we are adults ("a man"), we put away childish things. That is supposed to be only natural, isn't it? Well, it's always easier said than done. Despite having many adults amidst us, they do many childish things as well. ):<br /><br />Without further ado, here they go!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Tell It To Jesus Alone</span><br /><br />i.<br />Are you weary, are you heavy-hearted?<br />Tell it to Jesus,<br />Tell it to Jesus,<br />Are you grieving over joy departed,<br />Tell it to Jesus alone.<br /><br />Refrain:<br />Tell it to Jesus<br />Tell it to Jesus<br />He is a friend that's well known<br />You have no other such a friend or brother,<br />Tell it to Jesus alone.<br /><br />ii.<br />Do your tears flow down your cheeks unbidden?<br />Tell it to Jesus,<br />Tell it to Jesus,<br />Have you sins that to man's eye are hidden?<br />Tell it to Jesus alone.<br /><br />Refrain:<br />Tell it to Jesus<br />Tell it to Jesus<br />He is a friend that's well known<br />You have no other such a friend or brother,<br />Tell it to Jesus alone.<br /><br />iii.<br />Do you fear the gath'ring clouds of sorrow?<br />Tell it to Jesus<br />Tell it to Jesus<br />Are you anxious what will be tomorrow?<br />Tell it to Jesus alone.<br /><br />Refrain:<br />Tell it to Jesus<br />Tell it to Jesus<br />He is a friend that's well known<br />You have no other such a friend or brother,<br />Tell it to Jesus alone.<br /><br />[I checked a few sites but failed to find the mp3 or anything media.]<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">A Common Love</span><br /><a href="http://collegechurchofchrist.org/www.collegechurchofchrist.com/Library/Audio/CongregationalSinging/ACommonLove.mp3">Click here to listen to the song</a><br /><br />A common love for each other, <br />A common gift to the Savior<br />A common bond holding us to the Lord<br />A common strength when we're weary<br />A common hope for tomorrow<br />A common joy in the truth of God's word<br /><br />They are no-copy-and-paste work! I typed every word up there and I am doing this with only one intention: sincerity.<br /><br />Hope they make you feel better and smile :)Sight Unseenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17109104722561962506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061900117530472568.post-81820273142161313572009-07-20T03:41:00.007+02:002009-07-20T17:05:52.457+02:00When the mind straysWhen the mind strays, all is lost, even one's own soul. No voice could reach her. Even she has forsaken her god. For a while.<br />When conflicts occur and one leaves, without a word, without goodbyes, how sad, how disappointing, how small the relationship turned out to be.<br />When loved ones are far apart and we miss each other every other day, we worry, we pray, we think and we love. Absence does make the heart grow fonder. :)<br /><br />Home. <br />Who says we can't go home again? (I pity George Webber though. No, not that radio personality. He's a book character. Go figure.)<br />Even the father welcomes back his prodigal son. So no home would ever deny one's own child. Only a fool would do so.<br />Where is my home? Where is yours? Where is his? Where is hers?<br />The temple of God, my salvation, my refuge, my repository.<br />Somewhere I belong to. And the fact never changes. No, it shan't change.<br /><br />Will I be able to be normal again, feel the normal feelings that a normal person will feel?<br />Will I be able to find myself again, and extricate myself from the tangles of numbness, orientation loss and thus be able once again to cast my cares upon others, like how God does for me?<br />Will I be able to love again?<br />Will I be able to look at the face of friendship at the same value once again? What is friendship? Is it really a farce? Cheap, selfish, self-centered, prideful friendship? Or selfish, insincere, thoughtless, unmotivated friendship? Or friendship that is masked by jealousy? Or forgotten friendship? Lost in your own deep troubles and loneliness, that you forget others? Am I not the same then? Shall I stop caring then? And even then, people who take friendship too seriously, who clung on it too much suffocates it, kills it and loses it dearly. It is too bad they did not find the right way to respect the way it should be. It is too bad they thought they could be as lawless as possible in what they deemed as true friendship. Hey, true friendship isn't about showing all the bad sides, no, it's about bringing out the good sides of one another and maintaining one's sanity by keeping those pure and delicate feelings cherished, respecting one another, listening to one another and not be dominant over the other. Love thy neighbor as thyself. <br />Or friendship that's blended with both sides? How do we balance that? How do we accept the bad as readily as we accept the good? Do we have the heart big enough to control that? Is it a one-man's job? It always take two to clap, doesn't it?<br />Sometimes, we feel, "Hey, stop being so bossy or self-righteous (just because you think you know better), [whatever name or word that describes that person]!"<br />Sometimes, we feel, "She/He must be heartbroken. I will go try consoling her/him".<br />Sometimes, we feel, "Here he comes with a motive again; what does he want this time?"<br />And sometimes we feel, "Oh he's so sweet. That is so sweet." Hmm, like how my friend dropped by today to show me some of the photos he took and printed. <br /><br />See, friendship DOESN'T NEED A REASON. AMEN.<br /><br />Back then and even now, I usually felt/feel, "Silence is golden. I don't have to say or tell out everything I know because I realize in those times when I did that that I assume an annoying Miss-Know-It-All personality and give everything all out from A-Z." That sucks. It's either being quiet or everything comes out. And so it's good to always pretend that I don't know anything in the end, or so I thought. Condense! Condense! Wait, how do I do that? <br /><br />Silly, isn't it?<br /><br />I may not look like it but like others, I do understand a great deal about something or someone with silent observation alone.<br />Find it strange or freaky or creepy, but it became something that I enjoy doing. It's the figuring-things-out process that intrigues me. Because, as the saying goes, we must never judge a book by its cover.<br /><br />And so began the romance of being a mystery/thriller cult follower. Come to think about it, The Bone Collector (1995) was the first thriller film I fell in love with. And the rest.. was history :D <br />I assure you that my ardor definitely did not begin from the grandeur of the names that regarded the acting roles of the film. As a matter of fact, I was too naive and young to even care about who they really were then. It was the content and the depth of the characters of the film that always mattered. <br /><br />By the way,<br />If you're reading this, hi R. It has been too long since I wrote anything, hasn't it?<br /><br />And hi dormant L. If you're reading this, it's most probably because I ask you to. LOL. Okay, that insinuates me being desperate or instructive or something just plain bad. Not at all, of course. Sharing is caring. :D<br /><br />And since I love spreading the word so much, I have to proclaim that someone needs to stop me from listening to the song "Mad World" (Gary Jules////Adam Lambert). I am rather fond of the lyrics, you see.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">All around me are familiar faces<br />Worn out places, worn out faces<br />Bright and early for their daily races<br />Goin' nowhere, goin' nowhere<br />Their tears are fillin' up their glasses<br />No expression, no expression<br />Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow<br />No tomorrow, no tomorrow<br /><br />And I find it kind of funny<br />I find it kind of sad<br />The dreams in which I'm dyin'<br />Are the best I've ever had<br />I find it hard to tell you<br />'Cause I find it hard to take<br />When people run in circles<br />It's a very, very<br />Mad world, mad world<br />Mad world, mad world<br /><br />Children waitin' for the day they feel good<br />Happy birthday, happy birthday<br />Made to feel the way that every child should<br />Sits and listen, sits and listen<br />Went to school and I was very nervous<br />No one knew me, no one knew me<br />Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson?<br />Look right through me, look right through me<br /><br />And I find it kind of funny<br />I find it kind of sad<br />The dreams in which I'm dyin'<br />Are the best I've ever had<br />I find it hard to tell you<br />'Cause I find it hard to take<br />When people run in circles<br />It's a very, very<br />Mad world, mad world<br />Mad world, mad world<br /><br />And I find it kind of funny<br />I find it kind of sad<br />The dreams in which I'm dyin'<br />Are the best I've ever had<br />I find it hard to tell you<br />'Cause I find it hard to take<br />When people run in circles<br />It's a very, very<br />Mad world, mad world<br />Mad world, mad world<br />A raunchy young world<br />Mad world</span><br /><br />Don't ask me how long I've been dwelling on this. Just give me a happier song, please.Sight Unseenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17109104722561962506noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061900117530472568.post-49751513052252701592009-05-25T22:24:00.008+02:002009-06-06T09:47:48.309+02:00An extra sidedishOh oh look at this. <a href="http://geektyrant.com/2009/05/6634/">Terminator Salvation</a>. Oh maaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnn, looks like I'm going to be disappointed real HARD. I LOVED The Terminator series! Not that I'm taking the reviewer's word and opinion literally-I don't even know his taste in movies- but <a href="http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/terminator_salvation/">LOOK AT THIS</a>. <span style="font-weight:bold;">34%!!!!!</span><br />"Even the terminators seem bored" <br />LOL! <br /><a href="http://www.metacritic.com/film/titles/terminatorsalvation?q=terminator">51% on MetaCritic</a>- slightly higher...<br /><br /><a href="http://rogerebert.suntimes.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20090519/REVIEWS/905199991">Roger Ebert</a> gave it a two star.<br /><br />Hmmmm.... time is a factor. I always need to watch it for myself but with such bad reviews, I'd do it perhaps very much later. In one year? Or....maybe not. *shrugs*<br /><br /><br />Ling, <a href="http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/star_trek_11/">Star Trek's rating's 95%</a>. Wow. Okay..hmmm... I was no fan of Star Trek.. Still won't make it a must-watch movie for now. But I may watch it one day and surprise myself. Well, you liked it. And I trust your taste. <br />But Burn After Reading- I didn't watch it till the end yet- but I was actually laughing away watching the first third of the movie. And WHEN I was LAUGHING away, I could picture you staring at me in HORROR, thinking "what the heck is wrong with you???" hahahaha. It was a pointless comedy anyway-true enough. And I think that was the very thing I needed. Still need it anyway, believe it or not. :PSight Unseenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17109104722561962506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061900117530472568.post-88114564425146006742009-05-25T21:16:00.006+02:002009-05-29T01:52:18.511+02:00Blood. You like it?Thanks to a fellow member of a wonderful website, I found out about the books' existence.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.thestraintrilogy.com/">THE STRAIN TRILOGY</a> A very cool website by the way.<br /><a href="http://geektyrant.com/2009/05/6220/">Relating post</a>- I know I am really, really late on this already.<br /><br />Now here's a REAL VAMPIRE story. You know what I mean. <br /><br />By the way, if you haven't watched Pan's Labyrinth, sighs...then you really have missed out on enjoying a really good motion picture. It's a Spanish motion picture by the way, so look for the ones that provide English subtitles, unless you are Spanish literate of course. Ah speaking about the language, I remember a friend telling me that the grammar of the language used in various countries happen to be the same, it's just the words or vocab that might differ, didn't really get what she meant by that- most probably analogous to American and British use of words I guess. In contrast to that, the Portuguese language used in different countries have entirely different use of grammar. That was some interesting fact she told me. I'm penning it down just in case I forget in the future. My poor, poor memory never serves me well.Sight Unseenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17109104722561962506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061900117530472568.post-38728244411949149432009-05-23T00:01:00.001+02:002009-05-25T21:16:13.840+02:00On wisdom<a title="View The Clever Man Tells, the Wise Man Knows Quietly on Scribd" href="http://www.scribd.com/doc/436/The-Clever-Man-Tells-the-Wise-Man-Knows-Quietly" style="margin: 12px auto 6px auto; font-family: Helvetica,Arial,Sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; -x-system-font: none; display: block; text-decoration: underline;">The Clever Man Tells, the Wise Man Knows Quietly</a> <object codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,0,0" id="doc_264043820530428" name="doc_264043820530428" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" align="middle" height="500" width="100%" rel="media:document" resource="http://d.scribd.com/ScribdViewer.swf?document_id=436&access_key=422tf3k1gshsx&page=1&version=1&viewMode=" xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/searchmonkey/media/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/terms/" > <param name="movie" value="http://d.scribd.com/ScribdViewer.swf?document_id=436&access_key=422tf3k1gshsx&page=1&version=1&viewMode="> <param name="quality" value="high"> <param name="play" value="true"> <param name="loop" value="true"> <param name="scale" value="showall"> <param name="wmode" value="opaque"> <param name="devicefont" value="false"> <param name="bgcolor" value="#ffffff"> <param name="menu" value="true"> <param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"> <param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"> <param name="salign" value=""> <embed src="http://d.scribd.com/ScribdViewer.swf?document_id=436&access_key=422tf3k1gshsx&page=1&version=1&viewMode=" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" play="true" loop="true" scale="showall" wmode="opaque" devicefont="false" bgcolor="#ffffff" name="doc_264043820530428_object" menu="true" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" salign="" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" align="middle" height="500" width="100%"></embed> <span rel="media:thumbnail" href="http://i.scribd.com/profiles/images/6upqpyfqr3tee-thumb.jpg"> <span property="media:title">The Clever Man Tells, the Wise Man Knows Quietly</span> <span property="dc:creator">Bill Allin</span> <span property="dc:description">New people we meet are clever, wise or ignorant. The ignorant ones put on the best show, but have little to offer to others. Read on to learn the difference between the celever ones and the wise ones.</span> <span property="dc:type" content="Text"> </object> <div style="margin: 6px auto 3px auto; font-family: Helvetica,Arial,Sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; -x-system-font: none; display: block;"> <a href="http://www.scribd.com/upload" style="text-decoration: underline;">Publish at Scribd</a> or <a href="http://www.scribd.com/browse" style="text-decoration: underline;">explore</a> others: <a href="http://www.scribd.com/explore/School-Work/" style="text-decoration: underline;">School Work</a> <a href="http://www.scribd.com/explore/Books/Nonfiction" style="text-decoration: underline;">Non-fiction</a> <a href="http://www.scribd.com/tag/people" style="text-decoration: underline;">people</a> <a href="http://www.scribd.com/tag/questions" style="text-decoration: underline;">questions</a> </div><br /><br /><a href="http://tiabuilder.blogspot.com/2006/12/clever-man-tells-wise-man-knows.html">Bill Allin's post</a> is strictly his, not mine.Sight Unseenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17109104722561962506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061900117530472568.post-4602900577994146312009-05-21T10:38:00.005+02:002009-05-21T11:54:39.029+02:00Winter<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh3F6ZASRPUS98DO_r1_U8A_5vlGgf1KnA9w7RAKGU9LKaOw-KP2GgRFkLLQDpNIxjmtRrwiCsEOeB_iM3CbjvOk6wC-c61TyZyd27Zdk1xH_M-PqgOnApuJz7NTI-l4YcJYq-fwMyL8k/s1600-h/PC240392.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 235px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh3F6ZASRPUS98DO_r1_U8A_5vlGgf1KnA9w7RAKGU9LKaOw-KP2GgRFkLLQDpNIxjmtRrwiCsEOeB_iM3CbjvOk6wC-c61TyZyd27Zdk1xH_M-PqgOnApuJz7NTI-l4YcJYq-fwMyL8k/s320/PC240392.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338209552699265458" /></a><br /><p style="font-size:10pt;"><span style="font-style:italic;"><P ALIGN=Right>-Les Diablerets, Switzerland, 2007 The Winter Trip with my parents</span></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><blockquote><span style="font-style:italic;">There are few who can grow old with a good grace.</span><br />-Sir Richard Steele<br /></blockquote><br /><br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KWmETxWM0h0&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KWmETxWM0h0&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />Snow can wait, I forgot my mittens<br />Wipe my nose, get my new boots on<br />I get a little warm in my heart when I think of winter<br />I put my hand in my father's glove<br /><br />I run off where the drifts get deeper<br />Sleeping beauty trips me with a frown<br />I hear a voice, you must learn to stand up<br />For yourself, 'cause I can't all be around<br /><br />He says, when you gonna make up your mind?<br />When you gonna love you as much as I do?<br />When you gonna make up your mind?<br /><br />'Cause things are gonna change so fast<br />All the white horses are still in bed<br />I tell you that I'll always want you near<br />You say that things change, my dear<br /><br />Boys get discovered as winter melts<br />Flowers competing for the sun<br />Years go by and I'm here still waiting<br />Withering where some snowman was<br /><br />Mirror mirror where's the crystal palace<br />But I only can see myself<br />Skating around the truth who I am<br />But I know dad the ice is getting thin<br /><br />When you gonna make up your mind?<br />When you gonna love you as much as I do?<br />When you gonna make up your mind?<br /><br />'Cause things are gonna change so fast<br />All the white horses are still in bed<br />I tell you that I'll always want you near<br />You say that things change, my dear<br /><br />Hair is grey and the fires are burning<br />So many dreams on the shelf<br />You say I wanted you to be proud of me<br />I always wanted that myself<br /><br />He says, when you gonna make up your mind?<br />When you gonna love you as much as I do?<br />When you gonna make up your mind?<br /><br />'Cause things are gonna change so fast<br />All the white horses have gone ahead<br />I tell you that I'll always want you near<br />You say that things change, my dear<br />Never change, all the white horses <br /><br />The phrase, "white horses" is said to be cited from the poem "After all the white horses" by E.E. Cummings.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;"><u>After All White Horses Are In Bed</u></span><br /><br />after all the white horses are in bed<br />will you walking beside me, my very lady,<br />if scarcely the somewhat city<br />wiggles in considerable twilight<br /><br />touch (now) with a suddenly unsaid<br /><br />gesture lightly my eyes?<br />And send life out of me and the night<br />absolutely into me. . . . a wise<br />and puerile moving of your arm will<br />do suddenly that will do<br />more than heroes beautifully in shrill<br />armour colliding on huge blue horses,<br />and the poets looked at them, and made verses,<br /><br />through the sharp light cryingly as the knights flew.<br /><br /><br />-- E.E. Cummings </span>Sight Unseenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17109104722561962506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061900117530472568.post-74644516777000758192009-05-18T01:55:00.002+02:002009-05-18T10:27:33.300+02:00Crossroads: A Story of Forgiveness<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i4DwPqPhliY&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i4DwPqPhliY&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />I couldn't help tearing while I watched the video. More information about the movie can be found <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0892097/">here</a>.<br /><br />Mood: It's a sad, sad day.Sight Unseenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17109104722561962506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061900117530472568.post-16373927802955381042009-05-14T19:44:00.003+02:002009-05-14T20:03:08.146+02:00Gratitude<blockquote><span style="font-weight:bold;">Blessings.</span></blockquote><br />It is what everyone needs to thank for in prayers.<br /><br /><br />P.s. Thank you, God for making my day today. I finally have decided on what I really have to focus on from now onwards.Sight Unseenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17109104722561962506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061900117530472568.post-34651986388167511002009-05-13T06:05:00.002+02:002009-05-13T06:21:36.191+02:00ConscienceForgiveness.<br />It is what everyone needs in prayer.Sight Unseenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17109104722561962506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061900117530472568.post-25120133279898579612009-05-07T20:58:00.003+02:002009-05-07T21:06:35.078+02:00SmilesA few days ago, as my friends and I were heading home from class, we encountered a very interesting boy who looked like a six or seven year-old. With a face filled with bright smiles, he walked towards us and greeted us with a "Hello. Have a nice day. Hello." That melted my heart and left me in a stupor for a moment. It was such a sweet meeting. Waving at us a bye in the end, I managed a small wave and a bright smile back at him before he turned and left.<br /><br />And you know what, that made my day.<br />Nah, I think it made my week. :) Cuz I'm still thinking about that cute friendly child.Sight Unseenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17109104722561962506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061900117530472568.post-63920956192527531372009-05-03T22:37:00.003+02:002009-05-03T23:22:07.159+02:00Anger management?I was so mad at everything today. I was so mad at the news I received from my parents (no, not that I'm mad at them or anything like that). I was mad at myself. I was so mad I slept the whole afternoon. I threw my precious afternoon away. Like usual. <br />I am still mad actually. A couple of moments ago, subconsciously, I found my fingers typing in Google Search on the toolbar above these words:<br />"I am so mad" I stopped when the list of choices that could help to save time and allow me to pick appeared. I laughed.<br />Choice 1: I am so mad at my boyfriend<br />Choice 2: I am so mad at my husband<br />Choice 3: I am so mad that I cannot believe<br />Choice 4: I am so mad at my mom<br />Choice 5: I am so mad right now.<br /><br />It looks like only girls/women would do things like these.<br />I don't see any words that spell "I'm so mad at my girlfriend/wife".<br /><br />But I'm not going to write what I'm mad about here. Typed virtual words can never get erased, no. I'd erase that in my heart and forget about it.<br /><br />I watched The Notebook today. It was enchanting. I didn't find it stupid. It didn't leave a deep mark like what Lost in Translation LIT did for a week (Yes I watched it last week). The Notebook made me cry, I couldn't help it. But that was it. I don't feel anything now anymore. More like it took away that mark from LIT I couldn't get rid of. LIT taught the meaning of knowing the feeling of loneliness (yeah, no surprise, which I know already). All the more I could understand it best when I knew what it feels like to live in a foreign country you can't understand at all. I think that's why the feeling remained. The final scene was one of the best scenes I've ever watched in my life. That was genius of Sofia to think of that. It became something so personal to them that we aren't just the audience of a film screening right in front of us anymore, we became <span style="font-style:italic;">part</span> of the scene. How cool was that. "Best Screenwriting" Oscar. How true.<br /><br />The Notebook on the other hand was about true love. And being true and honest to yourself. If you want it, just go for it. Don't do things half-heartedly. It was like a beautiful fairytale that might come true. Ah well maybe except for the last scene. <br />I would want a love like that. <br /><br />Being half-hearted is something characteristic of me if anyone knows me well enough. I can't trust myself enough to move forward and work. <br />Many things I heard today thrust me back into reality. Being all alone sure does me no good. It ain't sight unseen matter to make me open my eyes and heart knowingly. I'm sorry to say that I am that stupid. <br /><br />And it's stupid to be half-hearted in things that do really matter. <br />Sighs.<br /><br />But one thing I know for sure now- I am not mad anymore. :)Sight Unseenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17109104722561962506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061900117530472568.post-36280019689025733062009-05-01T00:38:00.002+02:002009-05-01T00:41:44.257+02:00Swine Flu: Be on your toes<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0d_RaKdqeck&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0d_RaKdqeck&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0wK1127fHQ4&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0wK1127fHQ4&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>Sight Unseenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17109104722561962506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061900117530472568.post-49689852536020917032009-04-29T02:31:00.002+02:002009-04-29T02:58:22.984+02:00A friend sent me an email of this video recently:<br /><br /><img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.11NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNDA5NjUxOTg5NTMmcHQ9MTI*MDk2NTIwNDI4MSZwPTI2ODg5MSZkPSZnPTEmdD*mb2Y9MA==.gif" /><div style="width:400px"><embed src="http://www.cultureunplugged.com/swf/embedplayer.swf" flashvars="video=http://cdn.cultureunplugged.com/lg/CHICKEN_ALA_CARTE.flv&m=1081&u=0&thumb=http://cdn.cultureunplugged.com/thumbnails/lg/1081.jpg&sURL=http://www.cultureunplugged.com&title=Chicken a la Carte&from=Ferdinand Dimadura" width="400" height="300" quality="high" salign="b" allowScriptAccess="always" allowFullScreen="true" name="cultureUnpluggedPlayer" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" ></embed><div style="margin-top:5px;text-align:center"><a href="http://www.cultureunplugged.com/play/1081/Chicken-a la Carte" target="_blank">View this movie at cultureunplugged.com</a></div></div><br /><br />I found this video link on <a href="http://ern-itsmylife.blogspot.com/">another fellow blogger</a>'s page:<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9lp0IWv8QZY">Susan Boyle</a><br /><br />And found another video from the link above that really stunned me:<br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6GrOMLylvhQ&feature=related">Flawless</a> <br /><span style="font-style:italic;">That was a very sincere and heartfelt compliment from Simon</span> :)<br /><br />"Chase the dream, not the competition."<br />I'm with you, mates. Always the same motto at heart too. :)<br /><br /><blockquote><span style="font-style:italic;">It's the magic of risking everything for a dream that nobody sees but you.</span><br />-Million Dollar Baby 2004</blockquote><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><span style="font-style:italic;">That's all that matters.</span></span><br /><br />What's your dream, my child? <br /><br /><blockquote>"It's time to start living the life you've imagined.- Henry James"</blockquote><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">A dream for me (and I believe there are many others too) to accomplish:<br /><br />Chorus:<br />Lord, Make us instruments of your peace,<br />Where there is hatred, let your love increase<br />Lord, make us instruments of your peace,<br />Walls of pride and prejudice shall cease<br />When we are your instruments of peace.<br /><br />Where there is hatred, we will show his love<br />Where there is injury, we will never judge<br />Where there is striving, we will speak his peace<br />To the millions crying for release,<br />We will be his instruments of peace<br /><br />Lord, Make us instruments of your peace,<br />Where there is hatred, let your love increase<br />Lord, make us instruments of your peace,<br />Walls of pride and prejudice shall cease<br />When we are your instruments of peace.<br /><br />Where there is blindness, we will pray for sight<br />where there is darkness, we will shine his light<br />Where there is sadness, we will bear their grief<br />To the millions crying for relief,<br />We will be your instruments of peace.</span><br /><br />-Instruments of Peace by Kirk and Devy Dearman 1993 from Songs of Faith and Praise, Alton H. HowardSight Unseenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17109104722561962506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061900117530472568.post-59878767905883567122009-04-12T01:24:00.001+02:002009-04-12T01:29:15.536+02:00Up for something funny yet touching?Here's one for you:<br /><br />The Eulogy<br /><br /><object width="500" height="405"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nw0s4C0g5SM&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nw0s4C0g5SM&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"></embed></object>Sight Unseenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17109104722561962506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061900117530472568.post-21835936569830192772009-04-02T02:19:00.005+02:002009-04-02T02:56:57.964+02:00Post-April Fool Syndrome- let's play games<span style="font-style:italic;"><blockquote><span style="font-weight:bold;">AD: Are you sick of yesterday's pranks? Try something opposite here instead.</span></blockquote></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Important note: I am not malicious. I am very safe. And so is this post. If anything goes wrong, it's not my fault. It's your computer's. ;) And I don't like fooling people, it's pretty lame. I like playing games instead. It makes life more interesting and mysterious.</span><br /><br />I'm going to "blindfold" you in this post. We'll play doctor and a blind patient today. I am the doctor and you will be the blind patient.<br /><br />Here we go- follow my lead and trust me, my dear patient:<br /><br />First,<br />1. Download a song <a href="http://www.hotshare.net/en/audio/43857-1427888aff.html?id=58">here</a>. If you trust me enough to do it. ;) If not, then don't and you can quit the game.<br /><br />Then,<br />2. Click <a href="http://bitsandpieces.us/2009/04/01/inventory/">here</a> to view a picture. Hint: Cute white pants!<br /><br />Thirdly,<br />3. If you are willing to spend 8 more minutes of your life for something that may make your day, try <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nn5jlrxcpkI">this</a>.<br /><br />Lastly,<br />4. The end is always the best <span style="font-style:italic;">and the most important</span>. If you haven't know, find out about <a href="http://www.ehow.com/how_4877031_protect-computer-against-conficker-worm.html?utm_source=eHOD&utm_medium=email&utm_content=4877031&utm_campaign=01_04_2009">this</a>. I always feel a tad more smarter after reading stuff off this site.<br /><br /><br />If you have completed all four tasks,<br /> <br />Thank you for being a very good and obedient patient for the day. I am privileged to have one as you. It's apprehensive to be blind, isn't it? So are the real ones.Sight Unseenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17109104722561962506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061900117530472568.post-74527361296173765332009-03-28T23:40:00.002+01:002009-03-29T00:56:58.819+01:00SincerityWhen I was a child, I began to learn that the world is full of people who just don't care about other people but they themselves alone. People hurt others for self-gain or to satisfy the needs of one-self or because they didn't know how to be courteous to others or because they neglected other people's feelings and needs just because they thought they weren't that important after all in their lives. These may be my preconceptions, biased against many people back then; but now not anymore, because when I learned the ways of the world, I soon realized that my naive actions in the past hurt more people than I thought they wouldn't. People simply had to mature and grow and learn the right way to deal with others- in short; diplomacy and leadership skills. After all, the thing called friendship is something mysterious that carries a different definition for every individual. <br /><br />Friday came and I thought that life would pass by as a quiet incident like usual. Never would I have ever thought that I would receive unexpected guests. I was not feeling well for a week now-I am feeling so much better today already, thanks to the medicine that my housemate gave me- and two friends dropped by and bought for me lunch. And I did not expect any friend to do such a sweet thing for me. <br /><br />That chicken rice probably felt like the most delicious chicken rice I have ever tasted in my life. ;)<br /><br /><blockquote><span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">The worst solitude is to be destitute of sincere friendship.</span><br />Francis Bacon, Baron Verulam and Viscount of St Albans, 1561-1626</span></blockquote><br /><br />Thank you God for sending me angels in life.Sight Unseenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17109104722561962506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061900117530472568.post-21586236229885322462009-03-21T19:57:00.005+01:002009-03-21T20:48:13.170+01:00Wings to fly<div style='padding:3px; border:1px solid #FF6600; border-bottom:0px; width:310px'><object width='310' height='259'><param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/v/E2CVLWOoNsY&rel=1'></param><param name='wmode' value='transparent'></param><embed src='http://www.youtube.com/v/E2CVLWOoNsY&rel=1' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='310' height='259'></embed></object></div><object width='300' height='180'><embed src='http://widget.lyricsmode.com/i/scroll2.swf?lid=464909&speed=4' width='318' height='181' type='application/x-shockwave-flash'/></embed></object><br><a href='http://www.lyricsmode.com' target='_blank'>Lyrics</a> | <a href='http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/a/aladdin/' target='_blank'>Aladdin lyrics</a> - <a href='http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/a/aladdin/a_whole_new_world.html' target='_blank'>A Whole New World lyrics</a><br /><br />***<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Sometimes I just need a break from the reality we live in. It gives new air for me to breathe from. <br />So I just can't help imagining myself living in a world I create on my own. A world with peace and serenity. <br />With everything smiling around me, I smile back with indescribable bliss. <br />With the wind blowing gently my hair away while I stand by the corner of the hill atop looking down at the beautiful river below, I close my eyes and listen to my surroundings; with my arms crossed over my chest. <br />Small little flowers are singing to me. So I sing back. Starting with a hum, I create my own melody; my own tune; my own lyrics; my own song. <br />I feel music flowing into this small world I create, the power gushing up, whirling around me, unimaginably strong and fast and opening my eyes, I watch colors splash across the sky, creating the most ever beautiful auroras. They are so near I could touch them, and that I unthinkably did. <br />Magic. Unimaginably imaginable. <br />And it gives me wings to fly. Like a caterpillar metamorphosing into a butterfly.</span><br /><br />I want to change.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">I try to be brave. I try to be strong. I try hard to escape my daydreams. I return to reality.</span><br /><br />It's time to face the real music.Sight Unseenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17109104722561962506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061900117530472568.post-22317787661090196222009-03-18T00:30:00.003+01:002009-03-18T00:46:23.344+01:00Way Back Into Love<div align="center" style="background-color: #ccc; width: 300px; height: 48px; font-size: 12px; border:1px solid; border-color:#000;"><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="15" data="http://www.airmp3.net/player/slim.swf?&player_title=found on AIRMP3.net&song_url=http%3A%2F%2Fyoutube.seeqpod.com%2Fapi%2Fyoutube.com%2Ffetch%3Ft%3D34029ed6e6ed9f2e6af5ee5f9169d4b10a7089f29d925416dff015bfde0f5870244a17eae6096a62%26h%3Daa15f78adf5bbe5c0e6744022e517c8a6f1ac817&song_title=Hugh+Grant+and+Haley+Bennett+-+Way+Back+Into+Love (found on AIRMP3.net)"><param name="movie" value="http://www.airmp3.net/player/slim.swf?&player_title=found on AIRMP3.net&song_url=http%3A%2F%2Fyoutube.seeqpod.com%2Fapi%2Fyoutube.com%2Ffetch%3Ft%3D34029ed6e6ed9f2e6af5ee5f9169d4b10a7089f29d925416dff015bfde0f5870244a17eae6096a62%26h%3Daa15f78adf5bbe5c0e6744022e517c8a6f1ac817&song_title=Hugh+Grant+and+Haley+Bennett+-+Way+Back+Into+Love (found on AIRMP3.net)" /></object><br/><strong><a href="http://www.airmp3.net/search/-way_back_into_love/mp3/Xa2">way back into love songs</a><br /> <a href="http://www.bresso.com/">free mp3s</a> | <a href="http://www.airmp3.net/">free songs</a> </strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div style='padding:3px; border:1px solid #FF6600; border-bottom:0px; width:310px'><object width='310' height='259'><param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/v/-J8dMFxeTn0&rel=1'></param><param name='wmode' value='transparent'></param><embed src='http://www.youtube.com/v/-J8dMFxeTn0&rel=1' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='310' height='259'></embed></object></div><object width='300' height='180'><embed src='http://widget.lyricsmode.com/i/scroll2.swf?lid=381435&speed=4' width='318' height='181' type='application/x-shockwave-flash'/></embed></object><br><a href='http://www.lyricsmode.com' target='_blank'>Lyrics</a> | <a href='http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/h/hugh_grant/' target='_blank'>Hugh Grant lyrics</a> - <a href='http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/h/hugh_grant/way_back_into_love.html' target='_blank'>Way Back Into Love lyrics</a><br /><br /><br />I actually miss watching this movie ;) But probably won't watch it again though- I have so many other movies lining up............waiting..........<br />Both Hugh Grant and Drew Barrymore are like my all-time-favorites!<br /><br />P.s. I suddenly thought of this guy and miss watching his movies too:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4O3gguo_gT7J_031Xe_-krGKDKVczou2vjdrmCR9GFJA0oVltgkh9iyRQu8k3QaMrjBygex_4YG7NFXiEUNpvfBWhqQwpoJZ1NOp8s5tKbTEKlQ28reoFOoytXOb1CK3tRAzfoynGGMM/s1600-h/jude_law_Afp_171727g.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4O3gguo_gT7J_031Xe_-krGKDKVczou2vjdrmCR9GFJA0oVltgkh9iyRQu8k3QaMrjBygex_4YG7NFXiEUNpvfBWhqQwpoJZ1NOp8s5tKbTEKlQ28reoFOoytXOb1CK3tRAzfoynGGMM/s400/jude_law_Afp_171727g.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314305872065083586" /></a><br /><blockquote><span style="font-style:italic;">He has got to be one of the most good looking man out there</span> ;)<br /></blockquote>Sight Unseenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17109104722561962506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061900117530472568.post-50514845418043531832009-03-17T20:40:00.006+01:002009-03-17T21:40:38.473+01:00Happy (Belated) Day of Birth, R<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi146l0ivvUayetZQijYpcnys07dzwqIIBlPbM_2JNuE8BZYVrmOu65HBnhN5Eq6hMraG_zeI66E3Y-molf7O0PQOZH_2-g2r8_RkoulGza5gPMSL7wdvBzrFI4EJ4uo5sJZZ4Xfg6a7b4/s1600-h/P3180348.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi146l0ivvUayetZQijYpcnys07dzwqIIBlPbM_2JNuE8BZYVrmOu65HBnhN5Eq6hMraG_zeI66E3Y-molf7O0PQOZH_2-g2r8_RkoulGza5gPMSL7wdvBzrFI4EJ4uo5sJZZ4Xfg6a7b4/s400/P3180348.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314250395344217330" /></a><br /><br /><blockquote><span style="font-weight:bold;">"The Answer to the Great Question... Of Life, the Universe and Everything... Is... <span style="font-style:italic;">Twenty</span>-two."</span><br />Ripped quote- yes, originally, it's <span style="font-style:italic;">forty</span>-two from Douglas Adams, The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy</blockquote><br /><br /><br />Our people's typical tardiness got me this time. Dang. I am 4 hours late but 3 hours saved. If you get what I mean ;)<br /><br />Double number for you; going to be for me in a few months time. Man, I wish time could stop. You know what I told my roommate the other day, "I think I have lived long enough." LOL I sound like an old lady.<br /><br />Hope you're happy where you are.<br /><br />P.s. A fellow blogger, <a href="http://lingghezhi.blogspot.com/">Lingghezhi</a> wishes you Happy Birthday as well!<br /><br />We send you butterflies of wishes across fiber optics and satellite signals!<br /><a href="http://www.tweakyourpage.com/Comments/Happy_Birthday/"><img src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j288/miller2348/myspace/comments/Happy_Birthday/images/happy-birthday-with-butterflies.gif" alt="Happy Birthday MySpace Comments"></a><br /><center><a href="http://www.tweakyourpage.com/Comments/Happy_Birthday/" target="_blank">Happy Birthday Comments</a></center><br /><br />P.p.s. A car for you. You know why.Sight Unseenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17109104722561962506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061900117530472568.post-51502745285981016032009-03-14T21:59:00.004+01:002009-03-14T22:54:32.525+01:00First impressionWe met our new ambassador for the first time today at his house. That was a very pleasant meeting indeed. He is such a funny and considerate gentleman! With a lovely wife too. <br />The occasion began with a brief speech from none but the ambassador himself- lovely (cliched) speech with a tinge of humor and friendliness. After the speech, we adjourned for the food prepared when he quickly put us into halt by reprimanding the boys who went ahead of the girls and said sharply, "LADIES first!" LOL<br /><br />(Yes, sadly, guys here aren't gentlemen. Another sad fact- there aren't many gentlemen anymore I guess.)<br /><br />And I noticed and observed the food prepared. What a great consideration put into it- the dishes were either all beef(with potatoes) or all vegetables or all chicken(with potatoes). So this means that Indians, non-beef eaters, and vegetarians will not need to worry about eating the wrong food at all. Something that people never took seriously before. He even hired chefs and helpers! We needn't worry about time constraint and helping for the first time! Very nicely done. ;)<br /><br />He was very nice, even to everyone. He came to speak to everyone and was humble to come down to our level and joked around with us. <br /><br />This just proves how true this statement is- "first impression matters the most". ;)Sight Unseenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17109104722561962506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061900117530472568.post-3077958737698500642009-03-14T20:24:00.002+01:002009-03-14T21:17:49.671+01:00<blockquote><span style="font-weight:bold;"><span style="font-style:italic;">"Little deeds of kindness, little words of love, <br />help to make earth happy, like heaven above"</span></span><br />Julia Fletcher Carney, 1823-1908 American teacher</blockquote><br />~A very cute quote~ XD<br /><br />I can't help remembering those touching moments when people around me showed their kindness during my worst moments of life. So sweet of them. I was really really touched by what so many people did for me. And the support- oh my... These will be the things that remain indelible in my heart for life. Cross-My-Heart :)<br /><br />I can't thank God enough.Sight Unseenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17109104722561962506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061900117530472568.post-23100856840027156782009-03-06T19:49:00.007+01:002009-03-06T22:26:13.380+01:00Secret to happiness<blockquote><span style="font-weight:bold;"><span style="font-style:italic;">How happy is he born and taught<br />That serveth not another's will;<br />Whose armour is his honest thought, <br />And simple truth his utmost skill!</span></span><br />- Sir Henry Wotton, 1568-1639, English diplomat and poet<br /></blockquote><br /><br />Before I begin, I would like to introduce a rather admirable character- one whom I could call a best friend if we ever meet in this life!<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TtweZxNGk1Y&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TtweZxNGk1Y&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />Most of the people in this world would have probably know who this person is already- I know that. (In fact, it's a really old story already- even though I bet he wouldn't want me to say this because he knows and understands that not everyone in this world will know about him yet-anyway that's not the point here)<br /><br />If you have watched the video,<br />See the point where I am getting to now?<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Did you just see how happy he really is?</span><br /><br />I can understand the pain and denial that he had to go through simply because I did went through similar mental torture- and the only difference between us is that he was born with the problem and I was "gifted" with the situation at the age of 19- MED SCHOOL. Nobody should ever ever ever take medicine lightly- even if you are the best worker in your department, you have a great career in your life, you have great success blah blah blah. I am not saying that it is the most difficult studies in the world. I am not saying that you can call yourself great if you are a med student and you survived this course at the end of it. In fact, it is the <span style="font-style:italic;">opposite</span>. Because I will say; seriously, don't be proud of me; there's nothing to be proud of. Perhaps most of us (med students) will say too: don't be proud of us- there's nothing to be proud of. Because whatever we studied so hard for years can be thrown into the drain so very very very easily when we can't even diagnose a patient properly. What can we say more about saving a patient's life then. We can save our breaths bragging till we find ourselves running up and about trying and trying and trying even if the hope seems so frail and little. The very one thing great that I can speak about medicine at least is that it teaches you the real meaning of humility.<br /><br />I remember listening to a doctor from home who came visiting us here in town. She was relating her experience to us and I remember sitting there stunned, almost driven to tears. She had two patients who suddenly started bleeding profusely at 4 or 5 am. To her knowledge and dismay, the hospital ran out of the blood at that moment. I can't remember well but if I was not wrong, she was the only doctor on duty that night. She went down to the ambulance and found the driver only to find that this driver too sleepy and tired so much so that he couldn't drive out that night. She said that people know this driver very well. You can never ever get him to work when he's really sleepy. Bad luck. He gave the keys to her. She didn't know how to drive. Second bad luck. She ran all the way as fast as her legs could carry her to the nearest blood bank. With the little hope in her. With the determination in her. With the strength that she could thrive out. She arrived at the blood bank, panting, asking for the blood to be prepared. The person on duty was surprised to see her exhausted- no, even surprised to see her presence and said something like, "wow, the ambulance driver actually took you here?". Doctor replied, "No my dear, I ran here." She got her two bags of blood- mind you, they were heavy, and ran all the way back to the hospital only to find that the two patients did not make it-they bled to death. That story really opened my eyes and taught me this- if you want to be a good doctor, you have to have unconditional love for your patients-one of the most important rules. Second important lesson- teamwork- you gotta find your (soul) teammates and make it work- it's not about talent or how smart you are- it's sacrifice and the more hands you have, the better- and mind you, for a stranger who is a patient- be it a noble or a criminal, be it of different race- simply because the person is a human being whom we have responsibility for.<br /><br />Easy to say, hard to do. <br /><br />I got a message from my dad a few days ago which informed me that a virus infected my friend and that he was hospitalized and that he is in a very bad condition and that he needs prayers. I emailed my friend's dad immediately and I got a reply from him the day after. He was already in Perth then and told me of his condition. You know how I felt at that moment, "oh my gosh, I have never felt so helpless because I realize I could do nothing to help this friend of mine nor his family." <span style="font-style:italic;">Nothing.</span> <br /><br />You want a secret to happiness?<br />Seek the meaning of humility and wisdom. Seek to improve your character by being humble enough to admit your mistakes and grow from there. Seek wisdom and you will see the bigger picture of everything. Get along well with people around you with sincerity and warmth from your heart without prejudice. Be yourself, stay true to your identity and give value to that identity you have earned so hard. Be pure-not naive because naivety can hurt many people, yes, it hurts deeply- but more importantly: be wise, humble, patient, gentle and loving.<br /><br />I can't remember if I have mentioned this in this blog before:<br />Every great person we know in this world came from a humble beginning. Because life is not a bed of roses. Because life is not meant to be a bed of roses. Because if it is so, we would be spoiled brats with pride and arrogance as great as Mauna Kea Mountain- well, one thing that I will be honest to say directly; save your pride for somebody else if you wish to communicate with me- I don't need that from anybody. Because hey you know what, pride goes before a fall. How true the saying is. <br /><br />Start with honesty. Be honest with yourself- and ask yourself this question: will I be happy if I do this? Am I brave enough to go for the narrow, dangerous-looking road that few people will tread on-I'm not talking only about Christianity here but anything in this world-job, family, love, friendship, humanity, studies, poverty, etc- and survive? Don't be afraid of death- we will all eventually die. Don't be afraid of losing everything- you are not finished as long as you have <span style="font-style:italic;">hope and determination and that you're living, breathing</span>. Don't take those precious attributes away from you- you will be miserable if you do.<br />Be productive, have interest and passion, be accepting and try. Make an effort even if you don't like it at first. You can't always have things your way in life. You need a lot of sacrifice for that to happen. But it is not impossible to have the outcome you desire in the end, if you are determined and resolute enough to pull yourself through all the ordeal you have to go through. It is not suffering, it is not torture-those are negative point of views-if you take it from the positive light- it is experience, it is growing, it is learning. Because learning comes in different forms and I agree that Pain is one of the best teachers in the world.<br /><br />Despite of how much I wrote, I have a lot to learn still. I lack in many areas that many have already achieved. God willing to make things fall into place for me.<br /><br /><blockquote><span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">Human felicity is produced not so much by great pieces of good fortune that seldom happen, as by little advantages that occur every day.<br />Be in general virtuous, and you will be happy.</span></span><br />-Benjamin Franklin<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">Unbroken happiness is a bore; it should have ups and downs.</span></span><br />-Moliere [Jean-Baptiste Poquelin], 1622-73, French Playwright<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">One would suffer a great deal to be happy.</span></span><br />-Lady Mary Wortley Montagu, 1689-1762, English writer<br /></blockquote>Sight Unseenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17109104722561962506noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061900117530472568.post-8395363179709217072009-02-28T16:10:00.007+01:002009-02-28T19:54:56.259+01:00CompassionI received this email from a dear friend of mine recently-the story that the email contained brought tears to my eyes and then I knew that I just have to share it here. I don't know how old this email is- it may be new, it may be old- but for the sake of the people who have yet to come upon this beautiful story, I am extending this piece of experience to them.<br /><br />*****<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Breakfast at McDonald's</span><br /><br /><br />I am a mother of three (ages 14, 12, 3) and have recently completed my college degree.<br /><br />The last class I had to take was Sociology.<br /><br />The teacher was absolutely inspiring with the qualities that I wish every human being had been graced with.<br /><br />Her last project of the term was called, 'Smile.'<br /><br />The class was asked to go out and smile at three people and document their reactions.<br /><br />I am a very friendly person and always smile at everyone and say hello anyway. So, I thought this would be a piece of cake, literally.<br /><br />Soon after we were assigned the project, my husband, youngest son, and I went out to McDonald's one crisp March morning.<br /><br />It was just our way of sharing special playtime with our son.<br /><br />We were standing in line, waiting to be served, when all of a sudden everyone around us began to back away, and then even my husband did.<br /><br />I did not move an inch... an overwhelming feeling of panic welled up inside of me as I turned to see why they had moved.<br /><br />As I turned around I smelled a horrible 'dirty body' smell, and there standing behind me were two poor homeless men..<br /><br />As I looked down at the short gentleman, close to me, he was 'smiling'<br /><br />His beautiful sky blue eyes were full of God's Light as he searched for acceptance.<br /><br />He said, 'Good day' as he counted the few coins he had been clutching..<br /><br />The second man fumbled with his hands as he stood behind his friend. I realized the second man was mentally challenged and the blue-eyed gentleman was his salvation.<br /><br />I held my tears as I stood there with them.<br /><br />The young lady at the counter asked him what they wanted.<br /><br />He said, 'Coffee is all Miss' because that was all they could afford. (If they wanted to sit in the restaurant and warm up, they had to buy something. He just wanted to be warm).<br /><br />Then I really felt it - the compulsion was so great I almost reached out and embraced the little man with the blue eyes. <br /><br />That is when I noticed all eyes in the restaurant were set on me, judging my every action.<br /><br />I smiled and asked the young lady behind the counter to give me two more breakfast meals on a separate tray.<br /><br />I then walked around the corner to the table that the men had chosen as a resting spot. I put the tray on the table and laid my hand on the blue-eyed gentleman's cold hand.<br /><br />He looked up at me, with tears in his eyes, and said, 'Thank you.'<br /><br />I leaned over, began to pat his hand and said, 'I did not do this for you. God is here working through me to give you hope.'<br /><br />I started to cry as I walked away to join my husband and son. When I sat down my husband smiled at me and said, 'That is why God gave you to me, Honey, to give me hope..'<br /><br />We held hands for a moment and at that time, we knew that only because of the Grace that we had been given were we able to give.<br /><br />We are not church goers, but we are believers.<br /><br />That day showed me the pure Light of God's sweet love.<br /><br />I returned to college, on the last evening of class, with this story in hand.<br /><br />I turned in 'my project' and the instructor read it.<br /><br />Then she looked up at me and said, 'Can I share this?'<br /><br />I slowly nodded as she got the attention of the class.<br /><br />She began to read and that is when I knew that we as human beings and being part of God share this need to heal people and to be healed.<br /><br />In my own way I had touched the people at McDonald's, my son, the instructor, and every soul that shared the classroom on the last night I spent as a college student.<br /><br />I graduated with one of the biggest lessons I would ever learn:<br /><br />UNCONDITIONAL ACCEPTANCE.<br /><br />Much love and compassion is sent to each and every person who may read this and learn how to <br /><br />LOVE PEOPLE AND USE THINGS - <br /><br />NOT LOVE THINGS AND USE PEOPLE.<br /><br />*****<br />One of the very important example that Jesus taught us in the Bible is the very same value shown by this woman in the story. Like R mentioned in his blog, <a href="http://driftinsideways.blogspot.com/2009/02/of-care-and-selfishness.html">R for Randall</a>, it reminds me also of the Parable of the Good Samaritan<a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Luke%2010:25-37;&version=50;"></a> from the book of Luke. <br />Like I always say, we need to have application in our lives. The book of James teaches us so. You can read and learn more about what James has to say <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=James;&version=50;">here</a>.<br /><br />There is one part that I find a little "disagreeable" though- I want to make it sound delicate because rationally, what she said was wise and not wrong:- (the part in italic):<br />"I leaned over, began to pat his hand and said, '<span style="font-style:italic;">I did not do this for you.</span> God is here working through me to give you hope.'"<br />I personally feel that it should be more than just that.<br />Think about why I feel so. <br />It's a question of sincerity. It's a question of having a bigger but wise heart. It's a question of understanding God and His teachings. <br /><br />This is one value which I have always taught myself since I was little because I did believe in the greater good- till at one point, I find myself actually losing it. Yes, I completely lost that simple innocent thought that I instilled in me till only recently, when I started picking the pieces of myself back up again. I went through a whole period of depression; I was broken and lost, only finding myself hanging unto God and His guidance- the only one thing that I could do. And now, I find myself getting out of the shell and seeing the old light that I lost and a new light which is teaching me many new beautiful things in this life.<br />And I was thinking about what R said to me last night, "Drastic changes usually don't end up well." Even my roommate felt that I am changing drastically. <br />I told R, "Then I will surprise you. Because I am loving myself more than ever."<br />Because this is the true me. The me who was young me when I was pure and untainted was someone I loved dearly. Like God loves little children and their innocence and purity, so do I. <br />Nevertheless, I realize one important thing though. This is not a drastic change. God teaches us to be fruitful and the results are only showing now. I have been revolutionizing my mind, mentality and character ever since the beginning of last year. I have been doing major thinking, philosophizing and re-evaluating myself and the situation that I am in and how I should deal with them. But intentions and thoughts and beliefs will only remain as intentions and thoughts and beliefs until I put them into practice and works. And I am glad and grateful to God because it looks like it's going the right way. And by no means am I having the intentions of being boastful. I guess I have this habit of making self-explanations because not only do I want people not to misunderstand me, I do want understand myself clearly too. But maybe I shouldn't reveal so much. Life is more interesting when you discover things and people yourself, isn't it?<br /><br /><br />P.s. <br />Let us share something together:<br />"What is my secret to happiness?" is the title that I will be working on for my next post. R, may I tag you with this title, <span style="font-style:italic;">please</span>? *smiles with a tongue-in-the-cheek manner*<br />The theme centers around ideas like "What does happiness mean to you? What makes you happy? Do you think happiness helps you to discover yourself- or perhaps one of the major factors that influence the discovery of your current identity? If not, what are the other factors then? etc etc (you can talk about anything actually, not necessarily specifically those- I encourage heart-felt and meaningful sharing! You know, I feel this is what "tagging" should really be all about =) Okok, it feels like I'm becoming a very demanding person now.. Do what you like. But if you don't have the time, it's okay. I understand. It's just a personal request that you can turn down.<br /><br />I assure everybody one thing, I don't need to read Rhonda Byrne's piece of work to discover my secret of happiness. From the way I heard about her writing, according to someone I know, he mentioned this specifically; "it carries an anti-Christian perspective of life and existence." Maybe, one day when I have the time, I shall read her side of story and see what he meant by that. I don't want to accuse or be pointing fingers at anybody of course. Because I want to discover the truth myself. We all have our own opinions and opinions always differ when we have a different stand, when we see things from a different perspective.<br /><br /><blockquote><span style="font-style:italic;">Verse of the day:<br />1 Timothy 1:5<br />Now the end of the commandment is charity out of a pure heart, and of a good conscience, and of faith unfeigned</span></blockquote>Sight Unseenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17109104722561962506noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061900117530472568.post-79731025996688000062009-02-24T23:18:00.004+01:002009-02-25T02:00:29.409+01:00One more video for the day.Okay okay, before I log off, there's this another video which I just have to share with friends as well. I was so very touched by it. I shared it with a few friends already and one of them is also from Latin America and boy, was I glad to share it with her!! I was just overwhelmed listening to his wise and beautiful speech and then, I found myself clapping at the end of it like a nutter! Gosh, clapping is becoming an addiction for me! This form of action is such a good motivator! LOL But unfortunately it makes me look stupid. Nah... I don't care. =) Cuz' that's just me. <br /><br />Jose Abreu: TED Prize Winner<br /><object width="446" height="326"><param name="movie" value="http://video.ted.com/assets/player/swf/EmbedPlayer.swf"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><param name="bgColor" value="#ffffff"></param> <param name="flashvars" value="vu=http://video.ted.com/talks/embed/JoseAntonioAbreu_2009-embed_high.flv&su=http://images.ted.com/images/ted/tedindex/embed-posters/JoseAntonioAbreu-2009.embed_thumbnail.jpg&vw=432&vh=240&ap=0&ti=464" /><embed src="http://video.ted.com/assets/player/swf/EmbedPlayer.swf" pluginspace="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" bgColor="#ffffff" width="446" height="326" allowFullScreen="true" flashvars="vu=http://video.ted.com/talks/embed/JoseAntonioAbreu_2009-embed_high.flv&su=http://images.ted.com/images/ted/tedindex/embed-posters/JoseAntonioAbreu-2009.embed_thumbnail.jpg&vw=432&vh=240&ap=0&ti=464"></embed></object><br /><br /><blockquote><span style="font-style:italic;">My favorite part of the speech:<br /><br />-Arnold Toynbee once said that the world was suffering from a huge spiritual crisis. Not an economic or a social crisis but a spiritual one. I believe to confront one such crisis, only art and religion can give proper answers to humanity, to mankind's deepest aspirations, and to the historic demands of our times. Being the educator, the synthesis of wisdom and knowledge, it's the means to strive for a more perfect, more aware, more noble and more just society- Jose Abreu</span><br /></blockquote><br /><br />You know, when he was saying that, it felt like he was reading my mind and heart. =) Simply because I have always personally have this belief ever since I was young- I can't even remember when anymore. Probably, it started when I first read about people's suffering and the poverty that was spreading around Africa. I remember, in primary school, there was this article in a magazine that first taught me about why we shouldn't waste our food. It wrote about the poor and starving children in Africa that were surviving on things like worms or anything that they could find edible. Well, my mom had always, always been reminding me since I was little that I shouldn't waste my food and I guess I was taking her words for granted till that moment of reading that article came and hit me so hard, that I can still remember about it now. Man, I can still even remember the picture on the article too. Whoa. I'm surprised at myself.<br /><br />The unsung heroes of the world will always have a great story to tell, that's what I always believe too. =) And I'm looking forward to discovering those stories. Because I love stories. And I love story tellers that make my life colorful. That's why I love every color that exists in this world. Because each color has a story to tell. Isn't it interesting to find out what those stories are? =)Sight Unseenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17109104722561962506noreply@blogger.com0