FINALS

Beyond the clouds...

The terrifying month of the entire semester. This is my fifth semester. You can assume that I will be gone for the following weeks where the major papers are going to be tested in November.

Well, everybody IS afraid of exams. Palm sweating, headaches, insomnia, teeth grinding, mygraine, no appetite, acne...bla bla bla... and all kinds of stress-related health problems. You may not notice tha tit is happening to you. Somehow, we must take steps to take good care of our mental health [haiya, so sensitive, not to say that we have mental problem!!!].

Healthy thinking promotes a healthy lifestyle; provided that we get enough of rest, exercise regularly and consuming the nutrients we need. Don't give yourself an excuse to escape all the essential theory about 'living a healthy lifestyle' just because we are still young!!!

Nonsense! Trust me, we will be sweating about it as we aged.


As for me, I'm too stress to pick up my notes and read. Why? Hmmm... let's say that it's a health hazard for years. I have grown to be accustomed to it. Well, unlike most of you, I took the effort to find cure....but helplessly, came to a dead end.

I'm not giving up. I'l seek again.

Pray along.

Crabby Old Man/Woman

What do you see nurses? What do you see?

What are you thinking ... when you're looking at me?

A crabby old man (woman), not very wise,

Uncertain of habit .... with faraway eyes?

Who dribbles his (her) food ... and makes no reply.

When you say in a loud voice ... "I do wish you'd try!"

Who seems not to notice ...the things that you do.

And forever is losing ... A sock or shoe?

Who, resisting or not ... lets you do as you will,

With bathing and feeding ... The long day to fill?

Is that what you're thinking? Is that what you see?

Then open your eyes, nurse ... you're not looking at me.

I'll tell you who I am ... As I sit here so still,

As I do ! at your bidding, as I eat at your will.

I'm a small child of Ten ... with a father and mother,

Brothers and sisters ... who love one another

A young boy of Sixteen ..with wings on his feet

Dreaming that soon now ... a lover he'll meet.

A groom soon at Twenty .... my heart gives a leap.

Remembering, the vows ... that I promised to keep.

At Twenty-Five, now ... I have young of my own.

Who need me to guide. And a secure happy home.

A man of Thirty ... My young now grown fast,

Bound to each other ... With ties that should last.

At Forty, my young sons ... have grown and are gone,

But my woman's (man's) beside me ... to see I don't mourn.

At Fifty, once more, ... Babies play 'round my knee,

Again, we know children ... My loved one and me.

Dark days are upon me ... My wife (husband) is now dead.

I look at the future ...I shudder with dread.

For my young are all rearing ... young of their own.

And I think of the years ... And the love that I've known.

I'm now an old man (woman) ... and nature is cruel.

Tis jest to make old age ... look like a fool.

The body, it crumbles ... grace and vigor, depart.

There is now a stone ... where I once had a heart.

But inside this old carcass ... A young guy still dwells,

And now and again ... my battered heart swells

I remember the joys ... I remember the pain.

And I'm loving and living ... life over again! .

I think of the years ... all too few ... gone too fast.

And accept the stark fact ... that nothing can last.

So open your eyes, people ... open and see..

Not a crabby old man (woman) : look closer ... see ... ME!!

-Adapted from the famous anonymous author-

Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within ... we will all, one day, be there, too!

[The one thing of which I am certain is that lately the crabby old woman has moved from Dundee, Scotland to Tampa, Fla., has undergone a sex change and still remains anonymous. The latest version is of an old man who died in a Tampa, Fla., hospital with nothing left to give the world except a poem called “Crabby Old Man.” ~ http://www.newsreview.info/article/20070308/STAFFCOLUMNS/70308038]

[I can't find any reference, except in relation to the poem, of the publication or its organization. Those who retrieved the poem did not record the woman's name nor is there a year attached, but that is not important. This is a cry from the heart, whoever wrote it, to not be made invisible in old age ~ http://www.timegoesby.net/weblog/2004/09/crabby_old_lady.html]

~In loving memory of Tata~

Deeply missed and remembered...

Defending "Kratos"

Hawthorn Leaves

http://www.hainaultforest.co.uk/leaf%20midland%20hawthorn.JPG

'Hawthorn' name comes from ancient Greek “kratos” (meaning “strength”). It is the host plant for the bacterium“Erwina amylovara“, which causes fire blight.

Scientific Name : Crataegus monogyna

Distribution : Native from Ireland to Afghanistan. Europe Environment

Habitat : Forest edges, shrubberies; on calcareous, loamy soil

Climate : Temperate, cool

Category : Tree/Shrub

Description : Deciduous broadleaf. Considered an untouchable fairy tree and if chopped down, the witch trapped within it would be freed. The crown of thorns worn by Christ is supposed to have come from this tree. The winter flowering variety Crataegus monogyna Biflora originates from the staff which Joseph of Arimathea brought to Glastonbury Abbey where it broke into bloom on Christmas Day. It is thought to be unlucky to bring hawthorn into the house, probably because it smells of decay.

Bloom : The "May tree" - linked to the fertility rites of May day.

Sources :

http://www.walthamforest.gov.uk/text/index/environment/parksrec/parks-op-spaces/parks-lloyd/parks-lloyd-tree-trail.htm

http://xfrog.safe-ssl.net/PDF/Shrubs_XfrogPlants_EN.PDF

A fallen hawthorn leaf, scanned against a yellow backgroud.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/sorby/1798433272/

Green, yellow and brown colours may be used to remind us that climate change is taking place, whatever the weather.

The colours mirror the changes to the land surface with global warming.

Companion

A charming male I encountered in Redang while doing parasitology.

I seek comfort in them. The sense of unconditional love and undivided attention.

I still remember those times when my mum was against the idea of keeping pets when I was small. Sad but still not willing to give up, I adore playing at the drain [yeah, in better words; the ‘longkang’] at the back of my sweet home. That is where all those abandoned street cats and dogs would be. People stuffed them into the big rubbish bins or just throw the poor creatures inside the drain. Night and day, I could hear their cries fade in vain. My amusement would be staring at the next door auntie’s kitchen; where she kept all her well-groomed stray cats.

On one occasion, the aunty couldn’t afford to maintain anymore and decided to discard all of them back outside [poor cats]. As I’m still a very naïve kid back then [I was barely 9 years old], I put those animals back at her back door thinking that they might have escaped from her house instead. Immediately after I left the kittens there, the aunty dashed out and shouted furiously at me, asking me to throw away the frightened kittens. Puzzled, I ran back crying out my heart and soul scared by the angry auntie’s face. Auntie came banging at our door and confronted my mum for the ‘crime’ that I committed, making a big issue out of it. My guardian angel mum consoled me and explained the details carefully to me.

That was the first time my mum was touched by my instincts with animals.

Now, I have three cats at home. All three, are well taken care of by my mum and grandma. You see, how things twist and turn?! Leopard, Tiger and Pakpak touched their hearts and wins a cosy spot inside of my home. They are left free to roam as they wish and even sneaked into our rooms! The adorable God’s creations have been my family’s companion for four eventful years.

Leopard lazing on my bed!!!

The elegant Tiger with looks that 'kill'!

Ever so playful Pakpak cuddling comfortably in my sister's arms.

With much passion, I have adapt to rescuing and adopting animals, until an extent that people assumed that my house is a shelter for animals [No, I am SO SURE my mum and grandma would rebel at the thought of it!]. No joke, people do come around throwing animal carcasses in our front yard! Well, that place houses a huge animal cemetery ground (fish, cats, dogs, birds, rats) and where we pay our last respects to our beloved companions. Sadness overwhelmed us each time we passed by the burial spots.

Of course, there were those which were taken back by God as He loves them more than we do.

In loving memory;

• Zebra [Leopard's and Tiger's triplets]
• the ever so loyal and obedient Baby
• the kitty with a big headed Tai Tao Pok
• BabY the sick pup
• Chubbee the abandoned Tzih-Tzu
• loving XuetXuet [PakPak's twin sis]
  
• the yet-to-be-named kitten….

They will always be missed and remembered.

Fate and Faith

It was by fate when two souls met

And it is by faith that two hearts will remain.

-teng-

Sending the message across

http://www.greenpeace.org/international/

[visit Eve's blog at http://evelayn.blogspot.com/ for more interesting info & cool wallpaper]

This cool image was downloaded from Greenpeace website. Maybe you don't find it cool right now (coz you might not be able to see the message dispayed).

But, if you guys happen to be free, do check out the Greenpeace webpage.

You will see what I meant.

Go GREEN!!!

IDIOSYNCRASIES RESIDE

Many might wonder, why 'Idiosyncrasies Reside'? What's up with the long signature?

I adapted the word idiosyncrasies in one of the emails sent by a dear friend of mine. Yes, it is a repitition from my friendster blog.

Read on. See just how far you can grasp my point. I predict that guys would just scroll to the bottom of the article instead of reading it paragraph by paragraph [haha, no offense!].

DID I MARRY THE RIGHT PERSON?

During one of our seminars, a woman asked a common question. She said, "How do I know if I married the right person?" I noticed that there was a large man sitting next to her so I said, "It depends. Is that your husband?" In all seriousness, she answered "How do you know?"

Let me answer this question because the chances are good that it's weighing on your mind. Here's the answer. EVERY relationship has a cycle. In the beginning, you fell in love with your spouse. You anticipated their call, wanted their touch, and liked their idiosyncrasies [so, now you guys noe?? please, don't take it the wrong way].

Falling in love with your spouse wasn't hard. In fact, it was a completely natural and spontaneous experience. You didn't have to DO anything. That's why it's called "falling" in love... Because it's happening TO YOU. People in love sometimes say, "I was swept of my feet." Think about the imagery of that __expression. It implies that you were just standing there; doing nothing, and then something came along and happened TO YOU.

Falling in love is easy [the difficult thing is falling out of love]. It's a passive and spontaneous experience. But after a few years of marriage, the euphoria of love fades. It's the natural cycle of EVERY relationship. Slowly but surely, phone calls become a bother (if they come at all), touch is not always welcome (when it happens), and your spouse's idiosyncrasies, instead of being cute, drive you nuts [prevention is better than cure, we dont wanna get to that stage dont we?].

The symptoms of this stage vary with every relationship, but if you think about your marriage, you will notice a dramatic difference between the initial stage when you were in love and a much duller or even angry subsequent stage. At this point, you and/or your spouse might start asking, "Did I marry the right person?" [haloo!!!, put on your thinking cap!!!].

And as you and your spouse reflect on the euphoria of the love you once had, you may begin to desire that experience with someone else. This is when marriages breakdown [marriage needs both faith and patience. no, i've not been there before. but, instincts tell me that]. People blame their spouse for their unhappiness and look outside their marriage for fulfillment. Extramarital fulfillment comes in all shapes and sizes. Infidelity is the most obvious. But sometimes people turn to work,a hobby, a friendship, excessive TV, or abusive substances. But the answer to this dilemma does NOT lie outside your marriage. It lies within it.

I'm not saying that you couldn't fall in love with someone else. You could. And TEMPORARILY you'd feel better [see that??]. But you'd be in the same situation a few years later [this is what I would say : DAI SEI!!!].

Because [listen carefully to this]:

THE KEY TO SUCCEEDING IN MARRIAGE

IS NOT FINDING THE RIGHT PERSON;

IT'S LEARNING TO LOVE THE PERSON YOU FOUND.

SUSTAINING love is not a passive or spontaneous experience. It'll NEVER just happen to you. You can't "find" LASTING love. You have to "make" it day in and day out. That's why we have the __expression "the labor of love." Because it takes time, effort, and energy. And most importantly, it takes WISDOM. You have to know WHAT TO DO to make your marriage work. Make no mistake about it.

Love is NOT a mystery. There are specific things you can do (with or without your spouse) to succeed with your marriage. Just as there are physical laws of the universe (such as gravity), there are also laws for relationships. Just as the right diet and exercise program makes you physically stronger, certain habits in your relationship WILL make your marriage stronger. It's a direct cause and effect. If you know and apply the laws, the results are predictable... you can "make" love. Love in marriage is indeed a "decision"... Not just a feeling .

Remember this always:

"God determines who walks into your life.

It is up to you to decide

who you let walk away,

who you let stay, and

who you refuse to let go."

Some things can be Impossible

Once, I lived by a motto;

"Nothing Is Impossible"

I think I scared most of my friends away. The fact that I never recognise defeat and failure. My aim? Simple. There's nothing in this world that we can't do. Unwillingly, many succumbed to my cruel judgement. Penalised for their trust in me. I think my friends and my juniors were the victims of my actions where I pushed everybody to do their job towards perfection. Pathetic huh? Struggling with burdening matters and hectic schedule, I thank God that I finally managed to graduate from high school with unexpected results. Let's just say, I was all tensed up with all the responsibility in hands.

I was everywhere and almost everything. I was exhausted.

I devoted my teenage life to activities in school-you name it. From sports to journalism, language, music, event, art, entertainment, etc. Hyper-involvement or should I say, busybody? But, never in academics. I was too occupied with planning and managing that I abandon everything else for that purpose-yeah, including my meals. See, I was already a trained workaholic even in high school [let's not go to primary days, ok?]. My friends were either forced or trying to play along with me. Some who saw where I was heading adviced me to take a breather for myself and secretly charmed my dull days.

I learnt the most during my schooling days. Handling surprising matters, communication breakdown, delivery of speech, socialising with superiors and demanding teachers, mantaining safe relationships, bearing huge responsibilities, picking up myself after facing political failure, to strike and to poise, control crowds under my supervision, making clear of my intentions, perform well and of course, never breaking down. I was so egoistic and obsessed with my workscope that I almost became 'the undefeatable!!!'. Sarcastic me.

I felt so sorry for those souls that I've hurt along the way; there's no compensation. But, you guys taught me alot.

History : I've never know my limits and boundaries. There's no limitation as to where I couldn't reach. I don't even know what am I trying to prove!

I had never learn balancing my own life. I bore a scary look those days. Teenage life was suppose to be carefree and fun. I was so scary that people either U-turn and walk the different direction to avoid me or they pretended that I had not passed them by. Saddening right? Mainly due to all my high remarks in school. Looking back, it means very little to me now. Yeah, that was the good ol' days.

One regret, I did not have the chance to enjoy my teenage life. It took me quite awhile to recover my own composure after high school. To find and verify my roots. Seeking compassion. Nevertheless, my passion does not die off fast [I blame it on the motto!!!]. I modified my composure and tried to venture things differently. I seeked, I tried, I am still trying.

Life is never easy on me, but it was not easier on anyone else. I'm gratified.

Now, bits of me still hold on strongly to some of my past. Scary huh? You judge! (",)

Lots of catching up to do nowadays.

Blogging

I have very little confidence to "show" [hmmm, seems not the right word to use at the right time] my blog to the world, particularly, this one. Why? Let's just put it this way, I'm a beginner??? [Aah, just the right kind of excuse].

The truth is, being a blogger, whatever that you write has got nothing to do with being right or wrong. It is independently disconnected with the reality side of writing. An awkward statement right? [yes, now you can see my point!]. It scare me at times regarding the assumptions that people made about bloggers might be seemingly true indeed-that bloggers mislead their readers. Well, I don't want to fall into that category. Surely, I don't want people to go suicidal upon reading one of my "accidental-intriguing-blog" someday!!! [alamak, ajaran sesat!!].

That is the thing about these world wide web. People can become very expressive when they are shielded from the society, working behind a network of connections trying to paint a bigger picture. Pouring all emotions in their corner, they even get FREE counselling session [of course, you can't expect that they are all CERTIFIED!!!]. Particular bloggers made it a habit to diversify their working arena by creating FREE advertising services for their business through their blogs!!! To put it in a nicer way, it is a good way to promote entrepreneurship among the younger generation to join in their easy-making-money-ways!!! Even worse, some display semi-naked [ehem, XXX] figures from their "business" in the form of entertainment aka public relations [gross!]. Some opportunist use blogs as an advantage to obtain publicity; good or bad; who knows???

The truth is, there's nothing such as easy money. Hard earn money is what we sweat for.

I learnt one thing when I was browsing through the list of blogs. Rarely, blogs regarding politics are easily accessible to the readers. Funny huh? Beware guys, blogging nowadays have become a dangerous hideout for politicians and their affliates . The vast technology has enhanced the ruling of political affair nationwide [just pray that, what you wrote in your blog doesn't become one of those offences by law, haha]. When I screen through blogs by top politicians, to my surprise, they contain a lot of sensitive issues not discussed in the councils or issued in the papers. Weird right? Most of us are thankful for their invisible-online-existence, whereby they have the freedom to write. To let the world know what is REALLY going on and our responsibility as people of the nation. Politics tend to create drama, but the outcome? It can be unrealistic and yet difficult for us to accept the consequences. Some readers took it another way and sigh, only God foresee what we'll have to go through then [some maniac just love to see citizens suffer from war and unjust]. This is politic, a dirty game. It will take us a lot of time to come to our senses, growing to understand the labels and what they represent.

http://www.onlinewomeninpolitics.org/archives/04_0524_my_vaw.htm

Life is never fair. Don't ask God why...

I might say, some sensible bloggers really make it an effort to provide good online readings for others. Some environmental enthusiast (MNS, Greepeace, WWF, Blog Action Day, etc...) blog about keeping the world back on track co-join with several other avid bloggers [praises to Eve, one of those who made it happen] to create environmental awareness . Well, at least there are still unselfish act that shows concern about the shrinking world. There are also organisations stepping forward to publish their effort in fighting poverty (the ONE, World Vision etc..). At least, lost souls out there will know that they still have, a little hope.

Some activist send messages across the world to voice out their disagreement with their nation, while others reflect their justification via banners and songs. Their aim? Hoping that their cries will be answered... Blogs these days have become steadily advanced than before. You see, there are so many things that we can publish and post.

We just need to have the interest and patience [lotsa trials and waiting up] to explore.

Blogging is fun if we do not "misuse" [well, there's no exact definition for a blog to function]. I know, this where everyone feels equally same. No high low. No rich poor. No black white.

They share the same interest, to blog.

Move Your Feet

As I sit here, tapping my little fingers across the keyboard, making up words in my mind....

There they are, crawling in the streets.

Rags as prominent clothing attire.

No books to read, no notes to be taken down.

Lingering hunger for days or even weeks.

Surviving on grains in puddles of mud.

Enduring wicked winds and deafening storms.

Cruel breeze lurks within their empty soul.

Staggering droughts mercilessly haunt their livelihood.

Sick and weak, without medication, they were left to die.

Barely able to stay alive, they seek refuge in each other's company.

In fear, they utter their prayers...

Only God knows how much they have endured.

From victims of war to those who were had lived in a poor nation all along, this is their life. This is how they had lived.

This is, POVERTY.

Think of every single time you :-

1. Leave your plate of fried rice undisturbed because they were distasteful
2. Bargain with you mother so that she won't force you to eat
3. Believe that staying slim makes you prettier
4. Drain the bathtub dry after a long shower
5. Left the tap water running because, "It's just water!!!"
6. Go shopping spree to catch up with the latest trends
7. Sleep peacefully in "Slumberland" mattress curled up in a comforter
8. The air-conditioner was turned on 24-7 because you can't stand the heat outside
9. Go on holiday trips enjoying life to the fullest
10. Drive 2 minutes to the nearest sundry shop because you were reluctant to walk

Please, have a little guilt, at least.

Being poor is not everyone's dream. It is not their destiny. It is not their fate. We heard their cries, don't pretend to be deaf when God promoted us to be His ears.

WE can help to change the fact for them, if WE, are able to dig in deeper and care for them.

Don't get it wrong, this condition is not stagnant.

Don't step out, it won't be contagious.

Don't avoid them because you don't know them well.

Don't make it a kill for them because of your ignorance.

Don't turn your back and make it a fatal favour.

"The curse of poverty has no justification in our age. It is socially as cruel and blind as the practice of cannibalism at the dawn of civilization, when men ate each other because they had not yet learned to take food from the soil or to consume the abundant animal life around them. The time has come for us to civilize ourselves by the total, direct and immediate abolition of poverty."

- Martin Luther King, Jr.

http://www.one.org/

God granted us with great minds to think alike, and heal those in need.

God gave us a pair of fine hands, use it well with good deeds to share.

God gifted us a pair of fine eyes, see things with our kind hearts.

God assembled us with a pair of feet, why not go the distance and put your best foot forward!!!

There's an African proverb :-

" When you pray, move your feet"

Personality

GEMINI - The Chatterbox

Smart and witty. Outgoing, very chatty. Lively, energetic. Adaptable but needs to express themselves. Argumentative and outspoken. Versatile. Busy [absolutely], sometimes nervous and tense. Gossips. May seem superficial or inconsistent, But is only changeable. Beautiful physically [doubting] and mentally.

These are the kind of emails we get every now and then. Describing our unique personality inside out. Some of it are seemingly different from the feedback that we normally get from others. However, some did ring a bell in our minds. When we get these kind of emails, they would threaten us to forward them to a minimum of bla bla bla... how "intriguing"!!!

The society today revolves alot on the hands of luck not by faith. Well, i take the above commentary as to elaborate my views. I don't place myself as somebody with "brains" [brains here indicates intelligence, ok!]. Rather, i prefer to be seen as a slow learner. I won't deny it, cause I really am. I was never good with book and I'm still not good with them. Not really an intellectual person. Maybe good at things else than books???

Yes, I like adventures. Venturing into new things. To explore. Not easily beaten and full with ego [I wonder why they don't include them. Well, most of the geminis I knew are egoistic in their own way]. Being an adventurous person ultimately set us to be an energetic soul. As soon as we set our hearts into something, u can hardly cast us away. Trust me.

As for "adaptable but need to express themselves"??? I don't quite get it. We might not ease in a community so easily and it indeed take up some time to amend mistakes and faults. But to express ourselves?? Hmm... and to add up, versatile that doesn't sound coherent with the statement above??

Yes, argumentative and outspoken. Yes, yes. We don't lose easily. We rarely give it up. Let's just say, stubborn. While some prove excellence in expressing themselves in this way, others don't; There are some geminis that find it utterly difficult to socialise [strange but possible].

But, it is through geminis that I found my other halves.

As for a hectic life, I agree without any objection. We are always busy and even when we are free, we will find ways to spend our days. Great huh? We just can't sit still for a moment. I myself suffer from anxiety, and I guess I'm not in the position to comment huh.

I don't like gossips!!! It's dirty.

Last but not least, beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder.

'THE' Day [inconjuction with Blog Action Day]

The twinkle of stars above
shone on those who was bewildered.

Gentle breeze comforting
fuelled inner souls; replenishes emptiness contained.

Ripples forming in the eye
of those who remembered and tasted it’s wonders.

Surpassing memories
of those who lost their faith; in the battle.

Calamities channelled in
Digging treasures deep within
Unearthly remains of nature’s grains
Robbing what not belongs to us
sick and dampening…

We heard Her cries
recollecting the servants of past reminiscence.

Human idiosyncrasies reside on pricey bargain
To seek and find; the perfect wine.

Shall we witness the Judgement?
As catastrophe settles in
In anticipation, we wait.

Humming of Amazing Graze seeps in
soothing and unseen….

Unanswered Question

why do you blog? why blog?

I got inspired by a few close friends around me since high school and continuously bugged by several others during varsity. Yes, I reluctantly started the first one in friendster. And I kept a pretty low profile about it. Not to say I was embaressed with my writings [who wants to be reminded by people talking craps?!], but a phobia grew within me over some incidences in the past.

I used to write a lot, in my diary. A space reserved and shared only by myself [it sounds quite selfish right now!!]. To me it is all about privacy and keeping confidential informations. It has always been a way for me to express my views and ideas; a place where my fondest memories were buried; a space on my own to voice out my fear and pain; my comfort zone.

I am an active correspondent towards letters ever since primary and lately, emails. I enjoy the mailing process whereby we kept close contact with penpals [the good ol' days...]. It's always an anticipating wait for friends to reply my mails. It's interesting to note that every pal captivate me in their on way. But, sadly, not all of them would last. Well, there's still one loyal penpal who keep in touch with me up 'til now .We no longer write letters, instead we begin e-mail and chit-chatting via the internet.

So, there goes all my history in writing. I love writing. It is a true form of self-expression. That is basically how I tend to communicate better with others [I'm not really a good 'word' person - people kinda labelled me as snobbish/cool/lan-see]. I can write very well [if i want to] especially in Bahasa Malaysia [believe it or not!!]. I scored better in language more than every other subjects in high school. That makes everybody wonder how I landed in science stream and not linguistic [beats me!].

I won't create an excuse for not blogging. Not my fear. Not my time.

Just that i wasn't ready, until now.

Thanks Ah Tee, for the final push. I'm ready.

Cracking Down

I am constantly searching for new aspects to thrive on. Picking up broken pieces and putting them back.


Often deviating from what i am used to or normally bargain on.


Here I am, residing on a new challenge, an anticipating fear for me to overcome. As I embark on this intriguing temperament [well, not to say that it wont last...let's just see how it goes around], I realized that I'm practically sharing my life with others. That's what the voice inside of my head told me.


Well, life's worth sharing anyway. Let's roll on!