Commenting other blogs

I haven't checked Mindy's blog for a long time. So today I decided to drop by for a slow stop. After reading her latest entries I decided to comment on it. In short was the initial idea, but eventually it turned out that I was lost in thoughts, and had so much to talk about.
I guess a lot of little things happened lately, enough to make me reflect.

The following was my comment:
Lately, I realised I've fell back on my routines. So far back, that I almost start acting like a kid. Don't misunderstand me, i've always been some sort of grown up kid, and I like to hold on to my naiveness, in order to keep myself simple. But all that is a choice, one that i'm aware off. Lately my rash and somewhat stupidious actions are not part of a choice, but mere routines.

Yes I'm lost as well, now knowing where i'm heading. Actually I have no idea what tomorrow will bring me, but I've decided just to let it go, and not to think about it. I'll just embrace tomorrow as it comes. And not bother what i might be missing in life. Because I know that I would only become more lost in my emotions and thoughts by doing that. Instead I choose to have faith decide what my path will be. Tomorrow is another day. One that I'll embrace with all my childness and naiveness.

Heh, I don't know the feeling of envy. I am too busy with myself so i am unable to notice others I guess, but I always do feel happy when people around me are blessed with happiness. And it always surprises me how little it takes to make people feel blessed. Of course how little it takes to make them feel miserable as well.

Anyway, I had planned for a short comment but it seems like i've ranting more than you did now. :)

Obviously this comment was actually way to long, and I really hope she does not mind. Then again, knowing her, she would not mind :). She always have been a lovely lady, and she probably always will be ^_^.

There's really no such thing as failure

First of all, I would like to say sorry to those who has been recently comming to my blog, but realising that I hardly update it. I was in a certain stage in life, that I found myself to busy to blog. Of course I wasn't really too busy to blog, but I rather chose to do other things than to blog.

I would like to use this entry to talk about failures. You know, there are certain times that we expect certain outcomes. Like every bit of thing we sacrafice, we demand results from it, but sometimes the outcome might be somewhat different than we expect, and that's what we use to call failure.

In a way it can be seen as a failure, but recent days I realise that this view might be wrong. The result could have been expected. It doesn't always mean, that we get back what we've invested for. If all things were certain in life, life would not be as interesting as it is. Not that I can say that failures are very welcome things to happen, but yet these are also a part of life.

Failures, are actually different outcomes. These most probably will give your life some changes, and have impact on it in many ways. It's the changes we have to face, and most of the time we can't cope with. By understanding this, we might gradually realise that we have to accept these changes, and find ways to live with it. Some of these changes might be prevented, because sometimes not all is lost. Most of them probably not, since you never expect yourself to fail. At least I hardly ever do. By accepting these changes... adapting yourself to it, you will be able to cope with these failures... gradually you can gain back your confidence, which you will need for your future success. One thing is for certain, you will succeed eventually, you just need to hang in there.

I know i haven't slept for a full night, but somehow it opened my eyes more than ever. With this new concept of failure, I might be able to face more adversaries that will be coming my way in the future. Just hope by then, I still remember these words.

Fell in love with the beauty of tears

Just now I had a conversation my friend. Someone who is really special too me, but because of my oblivious nature, I never realised I had such a beautiful friend beside me.

Today she told me that she was in tears, and because she is a friend of mine, I would never want to see her in tears. Yet she taught me something. She showed me some text, that explain to me why she cried:

Why Women Cry...

A little boy asked his mother, "Why are you crying?"

"Because I'm a woman," she told him.

"I don't understand," he said.

His Mom just hugged him and said,

"And you never will."

Later the little boy asked his father, "Why does

mother seem to cry for no reason?"

"All women cry for no reason," was all his

dad could say.

The little boy grew up and became a man, still

wondering why women cry.

Finally he put prayed to God who would surely know the answer.

When God responded he asked, "God, why do women cry so easily?"

God said: "When I made the woman she had to be to be made special. I made

her shoulders

strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet

gentle enough to give comfort. I gave her an inner strength to endure

childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children. I

gave her

a hardness that allows

her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and

take care of her family

through sickness and fatigue without complaining.

gave her the sensitivity

to love her children under any and all

circumstances, even when her child

has hurt her very badly. I gave her strength to

carry her husband through

his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect

his heart.

I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his

wife, but sometimes tests

her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly.

And lastly, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers and only hers

exclusively to use whenever she needs it.

She needs no reason, no explanation, its hers."

"You see my son," said God, "the beauty of a woman

is not in the clothes she

wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she

combs her hair.The

beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because

that is the doorway to

her heart - the place where love resides."

I might sound a bit emotional at the moment, but I have to admit I read this text over and over again, and this story became more beautiful as I read it over and over again. Now people, wouldn't you agree that I have a meaningful friend? :).
The better I seem to understand her, the more loveable my friend becomes, just like this part of text. This is something that will last forever in my mind, while my friend is someone who will always hold a special place in my heart...... forever.

A guy's brain

For those who always wondered what a guys brain might look like. This is pretty much it. Or is it because we want women to think it looks like this :P. Who knows?

Since we are talking about men, I might as well add another thingie. I just read that beer contains a high amount of female hormones. A scientific research showed this. This research found place in one of the local pubs, where an amount of men had to drink around 10 beers.
The following conclusions were drawn after the test:

1. They all gained a high amount of fat.
2. They've talked a lot, without having said anything useful
3. They can't drive anymore, and can't park their cars.
4. They can't think logically anymore and reason was far to be found.
5. They won't admit that they were wrong, although it was obvious they were.
6. Each of them started to think that they were the center of the universe
7. They have headaches and didn't want sex anymore.
8. They couldn't control their emotions anymore.
9. They kept walking hand in hand or kept their arms around eachother.
10. They had to go to the toilet awfully often, and usually had to go together.

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Come back to me girl (English version)- Se7en

So hard not to think about it
It's every step I take
And heaven knows I'm trying
But it gets awfully hard
When your heart is this broken

Visions of your lovely face
As I awake, I have this feeling
That you're here and beside me
How silly of me, I know

all the pain will go away
so I say it, here I am again
I gotta face another day
I'm so tired, I need u once again oh baby

How am I suppose to carry on,
I find myself singing the same old song
If you hear me, have it in ur heart
but please come back to me (oh baby)

I'll be right here if you need someone
If you hold another I'll be moving on
As easy as said
Just hope that I can see the road

Oh how it's been so long
It seems a lifetime passed
These memories that linger,
soon as I think they have gone
they only gotten stronger

And so I'm getting through a day
but every move was made was always you and I together
It's hard to believe im lonely

Is there gonna be a day
I can see the word to make me better
I know there has to be a way
So if you listen and hear me out girl, baby

How am I suppose to carry on,
I find myself singing the same old song
If you hear me, have it in your heart
but please come back to me (oh baby)

I'll be right here if you need someone
if u hold another one i'll be moving on
as easy as said
just hope that i can see the road

seven

one two three four five six seven

seven

when you hear seven turn it up
you're one in a million,
dunno how we got so wrong
I thought it was so simple then
now I know, now I know, how it goes
to let it go

Can there be a chance for you and I?
Before I really make up my mind
oh how I miss you
I never would kiss you
I'm speaking it from my heart

How am I suppose to carry on,
I find myself singing the same old song
If you hear me, have it in you heart

I'll be right here if you need someone
if you hold another I'll be moving on
just hope that I can see the road
come back to me baby

Beautiful because of imperfection.

There is a kind of beauty in imperfection.
--Conrad Hall

Actually there are quite a few things I want to ramble on about, but somehow I kind of refuse to do so. You ever had this feeling that you feel reaching out, but yet refuse to reach out to people? It gives you a certain feeling of solitude, which slowly kills you from inside, but a feeling of melancholy that actually gives you a certain sense of pleasure.

Recently I’ve been reviewing my thoughts of prettiness. What is pretty? And can something that is considered not completely perfect still be pretty? Or can it be pretty just because it’s not completely perfect? A definite uniqueness that adds to the prettiness within? Is such beauty not even considered prettier? I find it rather weird, too call something beautiful, because it is not. It is one step away from it, yet it makes it even more marvellous than it would have been, if it were complete.

I finally seem to understand why some of my memories are so beautiful. It's the imperfections in it that makes it unique as it is. It's not something we can simply replace anymore. So are the little imperfect things that surround us. The imperfection usually adds that extra side story to things, that makes it unique, and a marvel that only imperfection can give us.

Oh well enough rambling for today.

If you look closely at a tree you'll notice it's knots and dead branches, just like our bodies. What we learn is that beauty and imperfection go together wonderfully.
-- Matthew Fox