My ThoughTs in BLUE....

Please bear with me. I have to write and post this. I’m relatively a slow learner, I’ve realized. Sometimes, I need to be hit hard with a sledgehammer for me to listen, act and learn. These are some of the things I’ve learned so far after 22 years of life:

* Yes,The Rolling Stones is right: You can’t always get what you want. But who says what you want matters? What matters more are what other people want and need.(Have,my doubts at this theory though???)

* Michael Jackson may be a pedophile, but you can’t ignore the truth behind the following lyrics of one of his songs:

I’m standing with the man in the mirror
I’m asking him to change his ways
And no message would have been any clearer
If you wanna make the world a better place
Then take a look at yourself and make the
Change! (na na na, na na na, na na, na nah)

* A person is like a computer running on a Windows OS. The program is full of bugs and vulnerabilities. It’s not perfect and may stall and you may consider it as totally unreliable. Good thing is once it encounters a fatal error or you shut it down improperly, it scans and checks itself for errors during reboot. If the problem persists, you can always re-format the hard drive. Or if it’s a hardware problem, you can always replace the affected parts. Nothing and nobody is perfect and everybody deserves a fresh start.

* The entire universe operates on the law of karma. Nobody’s perfect but always make sure you’re doing more good than bad. Probably the universe will offset the remaining good things you’ve done and pay you back with something as equally good. And so since they say “To give quickly is to give twice”, you may always want to give as quickly as you can so as to always have some slack of good deeds (because you’re giving twice as much) and guarantee yourself that your doing more good than harm. But, of course, this is just my theory and not a universal law.

* Life is a series of heartaches and sufferings but never, under any circumstances, give your parents, especially your mother, heartaches. The word “mother” is not considered as the most beautiful word in the English language for nothing. Moreover, parents have suffered and feared for enough seeing their hearts walking, talking and living life in the persons of their children. Although I can only imagine how it feels like to be a parent, I have known many parents, including mine, and can see in them that certain fear for their children. So, be very good to your parents because the law of karma definitely applies to this situation.
* Love is the cure for all the neuroses and character disorders being experienced by all the people in the whole world today. This is according to M. Scott Peck’s The Road Less Traveled. I believe that.

A few Random Jottings...

The shadow-past is shaped by everything that never happened. Invisible, it melts the present like rain through cavern. A biography of longing. It steers us like magnetism, a spirit torque. This is how one becomes undone by a smell, a word, a place, the photo of himself. By love that closes its mouth before calling a name. ---- Krishna Chaitanya's -- Fugitive Piece


My Quest for spirituality has got its second wind and am on the long walk again.
Often the test of courage is not to die but to live

A quote I often repeat to myself during times of turmoil. It has been in my head for many years. I tried last night, in vain, to remember when I first heard it and what was taking place in my life at the time. I suppose that it really doesn't matter, what does is that I can pull it out of the depths and use it to survive through crisis.
Right now, the pain of the past is competing with the pain of the presence. I feel unable to push either one away, much less deal with them. It is becoming too much...............TIME FOR A RESOLUTION
"You know what kills me most these days? It's watching most of the world waiting on OTHERS to fail in every step they take. Except for a few, the rest of the world is watching OTHERS running in circles and laughing at them."

??????????????????????????????????????????????? i don't have a clue as to what i have just typed............... well thats my state of MIND ......

Lost in the Woods....

'm sitting here listening to slow jams from RICHARD MARX and STEVIE WONDER and i'm just daydream...about what? just picturing one of these songs in a movie having one of those really sappy and breathtaking scenes : )

I'm real sap...bare with me (hope you guys aren't freaking out lol)

But ya...I sometimes picture myself in a movie and then out of nowhere I bump into my true love...kinda like a Romeo and Juliet moment...errr i'm really getting weird : S

Ya i'm going to stop there. If you want to hear more about this with me, talk to me about it hahaha you'll laugh your head off but *sigh* oh how romantic : ) i'm still waiting on my boo : P

"and you and i were meant to be, and you would know, i was sure by the end of this song"


But if you want to learn about 'true love' read the oh-so-famous chapter about love, 1 corinthians 13.... and I guess I have a lot to learn. Don't get it twisted! Love ain't so real until you read this chapter.(thts wat a wise guy says) Love your parents, your friends, and everything God has given to you. Don't take it for granted.

Later shorties. I'm out.

1 cor. 13:13 - "And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love."

Ripped Jeans...

Karl Marx’s dad was a banker. He loved the mark, adored the dollar, pondered of the pound. His main interest was the interest rate; he could hardly contain himself when he counted up his capital. Karl, the son of a banker, banked his all on a capitalist fall.

It never came. A socialist science doesn’t need to theorize greed. Motor-sport; who owns it; what makes it run? Remove the cigarette money, and the wind no longer puffs your sails. Associate smoking with risk taking petrol-heads, the speed-demons of the track; ‘Smoking Kills’ is now inhaled for the thrills and spills. A fast life requires an expensive habit; a certain style needs a specific brand.

Weathered jeans worn through on the factory floor; skin peeking out, breeze blowing through. ‘Excuse me, would you knock some money off these jeans, they look to be in a pretty bad shape?’ Thin at the knees, weak at the back, falling to bits on the changing room rack. ‘That’s the look Sir, the high prize of fashion.’ Your next motor will be at the cutting edge of fashion, delivered with a bald tyre, to match that worn look. Go on, smack through every fourth wall in your house, rugged and weathered is the style.

Do we beat our parents through rebellion; accept cancer as a friend, and follow a defective trend, just because we must.

“Every generation laughs at the old fashions, but follows religiously the new.”