lightning!

I was looking of my window, peering at people below through the thick veil of rain. and then lightning flashed. it felt as though someone up in the sky with a huge ass camera was taking a photograph of all of us in my part of the world.

a time traveler, maybe? like in kate and leopold. haha. someone from the 25th century capturing lives in our present.

thoughts about thoughts

english is the best subject to teach. it's the easiest class where i can make use of practically anything in the world to conduct a lesson, to teach them writing, to let them see the world, and to know them better. i think that their thoughts are the most precious things i've ever gotten thus far in my short stint here. they convey a lot of insightful thinking, opinions, feelings, and inevitably things about themselves through utterly broken grammar and sentence stuctures. the things that they picked out of the film really surprised me. pleasantly (:

today, we screened it again for another class, and they loved it! i cannot wait to read their compositions.

i'm in the midst of compiling a little booklet of short stories for the students to practice their reading and writing. haha this is quite a bomb story. so freaking simple, but it's totally bull-eye.

The Sack

A Sufi Story from the Middle East

Mula came upon a frowning man walking along the road to town. "What's wrong?" he asked.

The man held up a tattered bag and moaned, "All that I own in this wide world barely fills this miserable, wretched sack."

"Too bad," said Mula, and with that, he snatched the bag from the man's hands and ran down the road with it.

Having lost everything, the man burst into tears and, more miserable than before, continued walking. Meanwhile, Mula quickly ran around the bend and placed the man's sack in the middle of the road where he would have to come upon it.

When the man saw his bag sitting in the road before him, he laughed with joy, and shouted, "My sack! I thought I'd lost you!"

Watching through the bushes, Mula chuckled. "Well, that's one way to make someone happy!"

~

the blade runs through my heart

today, for the first time in a long long while, i felt alive. rollerblading! it was quite scary but i totally loved it. learning something new, feeling something strange yet thrilling. falling down again and again and again. (honestly, i was hoping i could make it through without a scrape. FAT chance.) now i'm with a half broken knee and a stinging wound on my butt. i can't sit nor walk properly. i don't know how i'm going to survive sitting in my desk tomorrow and standing in the classroom. but all the pains on my body remind me of my accomplishment!! hees. happy. i can't believe i never even THOUGHT of getting down to trying it again all these many years. wuss.

now i can't decide if i should invest in a bicycle or a pair of rollerblades first. hawhaw.

thanks, al! really made my day. and for everything. loves you.

i thought that i could risk it. wrong. i thought that i could just give it a chance, what's the big deal being friends? nopes. that place was flooded with memories. i couldn't stand it.

one through road

one true road.

rollerblades

last night, i dreamt that somebody gave me my very own pair of sleek, black rollerblades. (:

but i can't remember who it was!

on a happier note(:

the staff at b.hill are really one nice bunch. if i ever become a cher, i'm going back there.

forgiving is for giving.

i ever asked myself this question. what does forgiveness truly mean? or are there simply many different levels of forgiveness? sometimes, we just stop being angry at the people who hurt us and we don't hate them anymore. is that it? or does it mean that we trust them not to ever hurt us ever again, and we allow them into our lives one more time that we may risk being vulnerable. if the latter is the case, then I have not forgiven.

The idealist never wants her dream wrecked and her ideal shattered into imperfection. So she tries her hardest to restore it. But just like in every other thing in our lives, there has to be a balance of both doses, idealism and realism. It is time to start listening to my brain.

strike two. isn't something plainly amiss?






strike three, and you're definitely out.

my grey macbk

i just gave my laptop a bath. spanking clean! but it doesn't feel brand new.. :(

sigh.. anws...

finding the peace in your heart... is that the best guide to live by?





i've got peace like a river
i've got peace like a river
i've got peace like a river
in my soul....
i've got peace like a river
i've got peace like a river
i've got peace like a river
in my soul.

A story about the Victorian poet/hymn writer William Cowper illustrates how dramatically God’s grace can interact with our despair. Anyone knowing his history would understand why Cowper was given to long periods of depression. On one occasion, convinced he had committed the unpardonable sin, he left his home on a foggy London night and walked toward the Thames River, determined to commit suicide by drowning. As he walked, the fog grew thicker and he lost his way. After several hours of blind wandering, he found himself back at his doorstep. Astonished at God’s intervention, he wrote a poem that later became a beloved hymn:

God moves in a mysterious way His

wonders to perform;

He plants His footsteps in the sea, and

rides upon the storm.

Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,

but trust Him for His grace;

behind a frowning providence He

hides a smiling face.

Blind unbelief is sure to err and scan

His work in vain;

God is His own Interpreter, and He will

make it plain.

-rbc

nanny-fied

my family's nanny-fied.
we're nuts over this sitcom 'The Nanny', think most people know it, it was a big hit last time.
haha we just can't get enough of it! really laugh until i wanna faint. and i can't stop watching it. help.

anw it's on hallmark channel can go check it out :)
or youtube provides nearly all the episodes also!

i'm really happy that my parents finally have enough staff for their business. they're home a lot more nowadays! i'm not a latchkey kid anymore.