Say Cheese!

Grandma is eighty-eight years old and still drives her own car.

Now this day she wrote a letter to her grand-daughter, sharing her experiences of an especially enjoyable day.

She writes:

Dear Grand-daughter,

The other day I went up to our local Christian book store and saw a 'Honk if you love Jesus' bumper sticker.

I was feeling particularly sassy that day because I had just come from a thrilling choir performance, followed by a thunderous prayer meeting.

So, I bought the sticker and put it on my bumper.

Boy, am I glad I did; what an uplifting experience that followed.

I was stopped at a red light at a busy intersection, just lost in thought about the Lord and how good he is, and I didn't notice that the light had changed.

It is a good thing someone else loves Jesus because if he hadn't honked, I'd never have noticed.

I found that lots of people love Jesus!

While I was sitting there, the guy behind started honking like crazy, and then he leaned out of his window and screamed, 'For the love of God!'

'Go! Go! Go! Jesus Christ, GO!'

What an exuberant cheerleader he was for Jesus!

I just leaned out my window and started waving and smiling at all those loving people.

I even honked my horn a few times to share in the love!

There must have been a man from Florida back there because I heard him yelling something about a sunny beach.

I saw another guy waving in a funny way with only his middle finger stuck up in the air.

I asked my young teenage grandson in the back seat what that meant.

He said it was probably a Hawaiian good luck sign or something.

Well, I have never met anyone from Hawaii, so I leaned out the window and gave him the good luck sign right back.

My grandson burst out laughing.

Why even he was enjoying this religious experience!!

A couple of the people were so caught up in the joy of the moment that they got out of their cars and started walking towards me.

I bet they wanted to pray or ask what church I attended, but this is when I noticed the light had changed.

So, grinning, I waved at all my brothers and sisters, and drove on through the intersection.

I noticed that I was the only car that got through the intersection before the light changed again and felt kind of sad that I had to leave them after all the love we had shared.

So I slowed the car down, leaned out the window and gave them all the Hawaiian good luck sign one last time as I drove away. Praise the Lord for such wonderful folks!!

Will write again soon,

Love,

Grandma

To a friend.
To one who'd been around.
Thank you.

It takes nothing to be submissive.
It is another thing, to stand tall, and proud, to be yourself, regardless the circumstance.
Regardless of what people say, or what they think.
To be yourself.

Deadlines, they come one by one, don't they? Never ending, never giving you a break. And as we're approaching them, we then realize, how short time is; and we realize then how we've actually spent our time. Was it worthy? Was it meaningful? And adaptations, they're hard. For knowing that it possibly could be, and would be, the last time there would be this level of emotions. Truly, many of the times, it is only we've lost something, that we realize it's value.

I'd remember, the wonderful first 5 days in junior college.
I'd remember, the times we'd went out for dinner (only once in a food center, though. (: ).
I'd remember, the moments as a group everyone bickered over the trivialities.
I'd remember, the kind of conversation we had about. Memorable ones.
And I'll get to know, the feeling of how now I won't get to hear your grumble, or your whines, from now on.
And I guess we'll all get to know, if it's the first, the feeling of someone leaving.

For when a puzzle piece is taken away, no matter how we try to fill in that gap, it never will be as perfect as before, would it?

All the best in your future endeavors, but don't you ever forget us. Haha.
You'd better come back.

And to the rest of us,
Can we see beyond the scars
And make it to the dawn?
Once the stars have faded?

We'll try, won't we? (:

To say that you are a part of us, it is insufficient
For, instead, we're a part of you.
It's not about who we are not, but instead, of who we are.
You'd better come back. XC
---

Have you ever watched kids
On a merry-go-round?

Or listened to the rain
Slapping on the ground?

Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?

You better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.


Time is short.
The music won't last.

Do you run through each day
On the fly?

When you ask How are you?
Do you hear the reply?

When the day is done
Do you lie in your bed

With the next hundred chores
Running through your head?

You'd better slow down
Don't dance so fast.

Time is short.
The music won't last.

Ever told someone,
We'll do it tomorrow?

And in your haste,
Not see his sorrow?

Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die

Cause you never had time
To call and say,'Hi'

You'd better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.

Time is short.
The music won't last.

When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.

When you worry and hurry through your day,
Life is like an unopened gift....
Just thrown away.

Life is not a race.
Do take it slower

Hear the music
Before the song is over..

Laughed, and smiled I did. Relating blocks to our everyday happenings. How great. (:

Know we're allowed to buy vowels in the Wheel of Fortune?
..
"Hey! I'll like to buy a vowel please."
" 'U' please."
..
"Sorry, we've ran out of them.."
..
"What about an 'E'?"
..
"Yeah, that too."

Fancy that..

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Politics 101 (A little explicit, discretion needed)

Whether Conservative , Liberal or Labour, I think you'll get a kick out of this!

A little boy goes to his dad and asks, 'What is Politics?'

Dad says, 'Well son, let me try to explain it this way: I am the head of the family, so call me The Prime Minister. Your mother is the administrator of the money, so we call her the Government. We are here to take care of your needs, so we will call you the People.

'The nanny, we will consider her the Working Class. And your baby brother, we will call him the Future. Now think about that and see if it makes sense.'

So the little boy goes off to bed thinking about what Dad has said. Later that night, he hears his baby brother crying, so he gets up to check on him. He finds that the baby has severely soiled his nappy. So the little boy goes to his parent's room and finds his mother asleep.

Not wanting to wake her, he goes to the nanny's room. Finding the door locked, he peeks in the keyhole and sees his father in bed with the nanny. He gives up and goes back to bed.

The next morning, the little boy says to his father, 'Dad, I think I understand the concept of politics now.'

The father says, 'Good, son, tell me in your own words what you think politics is all about.'

The little boy replies, 'The Prime Minister is screwing the Working Class while the Government is sound asleep. The People are being ignored and the Future is in deep shit.'

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Comparisons. Contrasts. Pitting yourself against another. Worth it? For what if one lacks against the other, in seemingly all aspects? Does it numb your aspirations, that you are not up to match? Does it extinguish your drive?
Or is there, hidden somewhere, a little spark unique only to you, only undiscovered? Are we too busy, to appreciate our individual strengths. Do we only live to triumph over the other?

And, are we, really still who we are? Or have we lost ourselves in the flurry?


Smiles are great, they always are. And believe that, everything is great, and that it'll only get better.

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Probably the first pop English song I've enjoyed, back in '04.

Kelly Clarkson - Breakaway.

Grew up in a small town
And when the rain would fall down
I'd just stare out my window

Dreaming of what could be
And if I'd end up happy
I would pray

Trying hard to reach out
But when I'd try to speak out
Felt like no one could hear me

Wanted to belong here
But something felt so wrong here
So I pray
I could breakaway

I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly
I'll do what it takes ?til I touch the sky
And I'll make a wish, take a chance, make a change
And breakaway

Out of the darkness and into the sun
But I won't forget all the ones that I loved
I'll take a risk, take a chance, make a change
And breakaway

Wanna feel the warm breeze
Sleep under a palm tree
Feel the rush of the ocean

Get onboard a fast train
Travel on a jet plane, far away
And breakaway

I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly
I'll do what it takes 'til I touch the sky
And I'll make a wish, take a chance, make a change
And breakaway

Out of the darkness and into the sun
I won't forget all the ones that I loved
I gotta take a risk, take a chance, make a change
And breakaway

Buildings with a hundred floors
Swinging 'round revolving doors
Maybe I don't know where they'll take me but
Gotta keep moving on, moving on
Fly away, breakaway

I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly
Though it's not easy to tell you goodbye
I gotta take a risk, take a chance, make a change
And breakaway

Out of the darkness and into the sun
But I won't forget the place I come from
I gotta take a risk, take a chance, make a change
And breakaway, breakaway, breakaway

Reality Check.

Wake up call. Alarm bells. Whatever irritating device that gets you awake.

Months, just barely months left.
Realize that time, is rather short. Realize, that time passes really quickly too. Realize that, soon, we're off to our individual routes, off to our individual goals. Too fast, too furious. They say: Life is but a song, written in many ways. More of chords, melodies, symphonies pieced together. Why, are we not allowed to stop for breathers? Why, are we not allowed to slow our hasty paces? Only to work harder, only with higher expectations.

Yeah. When the going gets tough, the tough get going.