life's mean reds.

an interesting read To the Nice Guys and Girls Taken from http://takchek.wordpress.com/2006/05/ Ode to the Nice Guys This rant was written for the Wharton Undergraduate Journal This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores. This is in honor of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support. This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honor of the guys who respect a girl’s every f

i had such a wonderful dream last night that i didnt want to wake up from it.but when i finally had to get up, brush my teeth and all, reality finally set in and a wistful, pensive feeling filled me. almost toeing on the line of depression, knowing that it's all a dream,and in real life, nothing is served on a silver platter. and then i sighed in resignation. always happens to me doesn't it? then i get on with my life. so many things in life which is out of our control, so little time to harp on them.

i used to think that i had an ability to connect, to understand kids and their hidden fears and insecurities. only to realise what an insensitive person i am and how wrong ive been. it's a really humbling thought.

yes im finally back.and have finally got past my procrasination to write about this wonderful trip. talking about laziness,i found someone who 7 years my senior but is as lazy as i am and totally understands what i mean when i say that i just dont feel like moving or get anything done!:)i need to get her to talk to my mum who thinks im going to rot overseas in future. but back to the point:) imagine nights bathing in cold water when it's already freezing outside, (or sometimes having no water at all), the bumpy(and i mean BUMPY) bus rides up ranikort and the consequent bruises i suffered, the night i slept without dinner, or working without breakfast the next morning, the toilets that can only flush once every two days, roads that you are better off crossing with your eyes closed and... yes, i have much more to whine about. ha. but well, despite all of that, it was perhaps the time in this entire year that i felt was the most well-spent. not that i had made that much of a differenc

and tomorrow i will be leaving for the long-anticipated mission trip to nepal(: to be honest, i have no idea what to expect. while it's precisely this very unknown that's drawing me because the idea of entering somewhere beyond my comfort zone, beyond what im confident of handling alone could possibly help me learn to bring God into the picture and trust Him more, yet at the same time, it's a little unnerving. for one, i have absolutely no idea how i can be a blessing to others there as i have so fervently prayed to be. i do not know if the kids will enjoy the puppet show or it would just be a flop. im afraid of being dumbfounded in front of a crowd, of playing the guitar for worship when i'm still struggling to get the chords right.i wonder if i can be a good testimony and keep my heart right even when opinons clash.well, but despite all this im not frenzied nor am i going to kill myself for signing up for the mission trip just yet. ive seen how God has worked in littl

it's amazing how a single word can conjure up images of all sorts in one's mind's eye. flight /flaɪt/ -noun 1. gaining altitude 2. passing above and beyond ordinary bounds; "a flight of fancy"; "flights of rhetoric"; "flights of imagination" 3. to move (fly) in a flock; "flighting wild geese" 4. the act of escaping physically; "his flight was an indication of his guilt" 5. differing speeds and direction 6. spread, a wide array time /taɪm/ [tahym] -noun 1. an instance or single occasion for some event; "this time he succeeded"; 2. an indefinite period (usually marked by specific attributes or activities); "he waited a long time"; 3. a resource under your control which is sufficient to accomplish something; "take time to smell the roses"; 4. a suitable moment; "it is time to go" 5. something measurable 6. movements 7. permanently flowing 8. a person's experienc

Sometimes Love Just Aint Enough Patti Smyth & Don Henley Now, I don't want to lose you, but I don't want to use you just to have somebody by my side. And I don't want to hate you, I don't want to take you, but I don't want to be the one to cry. And that don't really matter to anyone anymore. But like a fool I keep losing my place and I keep seeing you walk through that door. But there's a danger in loving somebody too much, and it's sad when you know it's your heart you can't trust. There's a reason why people don't stay where they are. Baby, sometimes, love just aint enough. Now, I could never change you, I don't want to blame you. Baby, you don't have to take the fall. Yes, I may have hurt you, but I did not desert you. Maybe I just want to have it all. It makes a sound like thunder, it makes me feel like rain. And like a fool who will never see the truth, I keep thinking something's gonna change. And there's a dang