Hmm... I don't have good skin. I just realized in the past one year. I never give much thought about it. But just the past year my skin condition went downhill.
Just saw this in the website:
"Our skin is a reflection of our deepest selves. The expression “It’s written all over your face” is so true. We absolutely wear our lives on our faces: our joys and pains, our loves and losses, our victories and surrenders. Our skin speaks of our present, tells tales of our past, and foreshadows our future." - Healyourlife.com article by Kate Somerville
Hey, I got to try harder to "create a better future" if our skin speaks my future. ^^
Monday, March 29, 2010
Sunday, March 28, 2010
I Just Wanna be Happy
Happy
Leona Lewis
Song writer/composer(s): Evan Bogart, Leona Lewis, Ryan Tedder
Someone once told me that you have to choose
What you win or lose
You can’t have everything
Don’t you take chances
You might feel the pain
Don’t you love in vain
’cause love won’t set you free
I can’t stand by the side
And watch this life pass me by
So unhappy
But safe as could be
So what if it hurts me?
So what it I break down?
So what if this world just throws me off the edge,
My feet run out of ground
I gotta find my place
I wanna hear my sound
Don’t care about all the pain in front of me
I just trying to be happy
I just wanna be happy, yeah
Holding on tightly
Just can’t let go
Just trying to play my role
Slowly disappear
But all these days
They feel like they’re they’re same
Just different faces
Different place
Get me out of here
I can’t stand by the side
Ooh, no
And watch this life pass me by
Pass me by
So what if it hurts me?
So what if I break down?
So what if this world just throws me off the edge?
My feet run out of ground
I gotta find my place
I wanna hear my sound
Don’t care about all the pain in front of me
I’m just trying to be happy
Oh, happy
Oh
So when it turns that I can see???
This rope??
Victim??
Don’t say anything
So what if it hurts me?
So what if I break down?
So what if this world just throws me off the edge?
My feet run out of ground
I gotta find my place
I wanna hear my sound
Don’t care about all the pain in front of me
I just wanna be happy
Happy
I just wanna be
Oh
I just wanna be
Happy.
Leona Lewis
Song writer/composer(s): Evan Bogart, Leona Lewis, Ryan Tedder
Someone once told me that you have to choose
What you win or lose
You can’t have everything
Don’t you take chances
You might feel the pain
Don’t you love in vain
’cause love won’t set you free
I can’t stand by the side
And watch this life pass me by
So unhappy
But safe as could be
So what if it hurts me?
So what it I break down?
So what if this world just throws me off the edge,
My feet run out of ground
I gotta find my place
I wanna hear my sound
Don’t care about all the pain in front of me
I just trying to be happy
I just wanna be happy, yeah
Holding on tightly
Just can’t let go
Just trying to play my role
Slowly disappear
But all these days
They feel like they’re they’re same
Just different faces
Different place
Get me out of here
I can’t stand by the side
Ooh, no
And watch this life pass me by
Pass me by
So what if it hurts me?
So what if I break down?
So what if this world just throws me off the edge?
My feet run out of ground
I gotta find my place
I wanna hear my sound
Don’t care about all the pain in front of me
I’m just trying to be happy
Oh, happy
Oh
So when it turns that I can see???
This rope??
Victim??
Don’t say anything
So what if it hurts me?
So what if I break down?
So what if this world just throws me off the edge?
My feet run out of ground
I gotta find my place
I wanna hear my sound
Don’t care about all the pain in front of me
I just wanna be happy
Happy
I just wanna be
Oh
I just wanna be
Happy.
Re: Real Food for Thought: Coffee
I had been hateful again.
I told myself today. That to be loved meaning to love, I said it many times before. But I again got hateful again.. *slap myself*.. sigh.. this bring a question to my mind today: "Is unconditional love exist? Where do we find them?"
Anyway, unconditional love exist only in God. Saints are inspirational.. they are the "tools of God" reaching the point that their practice transmute God's love... Are Saints unconditional lovers? Yes, it's been told... And that brings Jesus pop into my head... He is God's Son, born as human. He loves, He forgives, He endures, everything, unconditionally. Does that mean human can actually be like God??
The Bible told us that human are created in the image of God... (But aren't we suppose to be humble and obey God, not trying to be God? I need to study more into this...)
God loves us unconditionally, I never love unconditionally, in fact, I might not even love before.. Will we be able to things unconditionally in a world like ours?? Is it possible? Can we all be Saints or Jesus? Can we really spread unconditional love start from ourselves?
I told myself today. That to be loved meaning to love, I said it many times before. But I again got hateful again.. *slap myself*.. sigh.. this bring a question to my mind today: "Is unconditional love exist? Where do we find them?"
Anyway, unconditional love exist only in God. Saints are inspirational.. they are the "tools of God" reaching the point that their practice transmute God's love... Are Saints unconditional lovers? Yes, it's been told... And that brings Jesus pop into my head... He is God's Son, born as human. He loves, He forgives, He endures, everything, unconditionally. Does that mean human can actually be like God??
The Bible told us that human are created in the image of God... (But aren't we suppose to be humble and obey God, not trying to be God? I need to study more into this...)
God loves us unconditionally, I never love unconditionally, in fact, I might not even love before.. Will we be able to things unconditionally in a world like ours?? Is it possible? Can we all be Saints or Jesus? Can we really spread unconditional love start from ourselves?
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Real Food for Thought: Coffee
At the breakfast table one morning during a conference, there was cup of coffee for each one of the person except one woman, surprised, she asked "What about me? Why didn't I get a cup of coffee?" Someone answered her "You have to flip your cup so they will fill your cup up with coffee."
Really? Then.. what if it's between two person? Who's going to be flipping the cup? Who's going to fill up the cup? Who's even going to brew the coffee?
So far, I realized this is the work of the mom, the wife, the girlfriend. Guys, why can't you flip my cup and pour me coffee?
I'm listening to this sort of frustrating audio where they called "The Woman's Book of Soul", I have been looking for "The Man's Book of Soul" too... but they don't have it (yet?) ^^ Wait.. does man even have a soul? Actually, their book of soul is the car manual, the computer magazine, the porn magazine, the games manual, or maybe for some whatever hobby it is, or for the goodie good ones, they might really be the Bible.
Anyway~ the audio is sort of repeating how we as women has to control, has to contain us inward, has to flow, like how "water" is describe as feminine. Women has to be feminine, women has to be understanding, she has to raise children, she has to be supportive to her husband, she has to be caring, she has to be loving, she has to be spreading love to everyone cos she can conquer everything with love, she has to let go of her fear or negative emotions and be peaceful, be calm - how I see it as being a "loving doll" that's forever smiling and living her life for men.
"You can't get anything until you change yourself" Maybe, is this what women really have to do?
Do women really have to live as water and deform us so we can have a "good" relationship? If women are really "water", who's there to boil the water and keep it warm? Who's there to boil water, and put in the beans and brew some nice smelling coffee?
I'm now thinking, woman has to do it all herself in her life - "first, be "water", keep herself "hot or at least warm" all the time (with our own help - whatever it is, keep in shape, be gentle, be girly, etc), and when she keeps up being warm/hot and the man decide to keep the relationship, then she has to boil herself (on the way, she evaporates herself and some of herself disappear), and then the men add the coffee beans (I called it marriage, hopefully is fresh and good), and brew and brew and brew, she let herself absorb every sweet, bitterness and all the other hundreds of thousands of taste of "marriage" (well, coffee has the most complex make up of tastes/chemicals out of all the food we human known), she then become a different thing, full of everything, good and bad, and hopefully she becomes the good coffee that people loves to drink (on her way to reach that point, she risk that she would over boil herself, lost herself, and disappeared completely, dead, or she might be turned bad when no one care to do anything about the boiling the coffee (marriage), it just went bad and got to dump it in the sink)
When a marriage failed, the guy doesn't lose anything, it's just the woman that got poured into the drain, and no where to be found.
Anyway, going back to the flipping cup. Instead of flipping my cup and wait for people to pour me coffee, for me now it's more like: You have to buy a cup of coffee from Tim Hortons (pay a "price", an "admission"), in order to win anything (or not). BTW You only have a rare chance to win! haha.
and of course, most time, I got the "Play Again"
One thing I got from this audio that's helpful for me is how they stress we have to put our relationship with God as the most important part of your life, let His love flow in you, and let yourself be fill of His love - let His love flow from you to others around us. It is very true.
I asked: What about a woman's life? Who's there to support her? Who's there to love her if she never learned to love, never be understood by anyone, hopeless or heart broken? If she can't love yet, then she doesn't deserve to be loved?... No, she deserve it, only the love from God, only God can truly love her then... When she found God and peace, She can finally win. I am on my way to win.
Really? Then.. what if it's between two person? Who's going to be flipping the cup? Who's going to fill up the cup? Who's even going to brew the coffee?
So far, I realized this is the work of the mom, the wife, the girlfriend. Guys, why can't you flip my cup and pour me coffee?
I'm listening to this sort of frustrating audio where they called "The Woman's Book of Soul", I have been looking for "The Man's Book of Soul" too... but they don't have it (yet?) ^^ Wait.. does man even have a soul? Actually, their book of soul is the car manual, the computer magazine, the porn magazine, the games manual, or maybe for some whatever hobby it is, or for the goodie good ones, they might really be the Bible.
Anyway~ the audio is sort of repeating how we as women has to control, has to contain us inward, has to flow, like how "water" is describe as feminine. Women has to be feminine, women has to be understanding, she has to raise children, she has to be supportive to her husband, she has to be caring, she has to be loving, she has to be spreading love to everyone cos she can conquer everything with love, she has to let go of her fear or negative emotions and be peaceful, be calm - how I see it as being a "loving doll" that's forever smiling and living her life for men.
"You can't get anything until you change yourself" Maybe, is this what women really have to do?
Do women really have to live as water and deform us so we can have a "good" relationship? If women are really "water", who's there to boil the water and keep it warm? Who's there to boil water, and put in the beans and brew some nice smelling coffee?
I'm now thinking, woman has to do it all herself in her life - "first, be "water", keep herself "hot or at least warm" all the time (with our own help - whatever it is, keep in shape, be gentle, be girly, etc), and when she keeps up being warm/hot and the man decide to keep the relationship, then she has to boil herself (on the way, she evaporates herself and some of herself disappear), and then the men add the coffee beans (I called it marriage, hopefully is fresh and good), and brew and brew and brew, she let herself absorb every sweet, bitterness and all the other hundreds of thousands of taste of "marriage" (well, coffee has the most complex make up of tastes/chemicals out of all the food we human known), she then become a different thing, full of everything, good and bad, and hopefully she becomes the good coffee that people loves to drink (on her way to reach that point, she risk that she would over boil herself, lost herself, and disappeared completely, dead, or she might be turned bad when no one care to do anything about the boiling the coffee (marriage), it just went bad and got to dump it in the sink)
When a marriage failed, the guy doesn't lose anything, it's just the woman that got poured into the drain, and no where to be found.
Anyway, going back to the flipping cup. Instead of flipping my cup and wait for people to pour me coffee, for me now it's more like: You have to buy a cup of coffee from Tim Hortons (pay a "price", an "admission"), in order to win anything (or not). BTW You only have a rare chance to win! haha.
and of course, most time, I got the "Play Again"
One thing I got from this audio that's helpful for me is how they stress we have to put our relationship with God as the most important part of your life, let His love flow in you, and let yourself be fill of His love - let His love flow from you to others around us. It is very true.
I asked: What about a woman's life? Who's there to support her? Who's there to love her if she never learned to love, never be understood by anyone, hopeless or heart broken? If she can't love yet, then she doesn't deserve to be loved?... No, she deserve it, only the love from God, only God can truly love her then... When she found God and peace, She can finally win. I am on my way to win.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Real Food for Thought: Making a Sour face
In front of me: some dumplings and with red vinegar.
I love vinegar, lemon, any acidic food/sauce. I tend to add it whenever I can, I eat slices of lemons, and I always would have cravings for any sour food once in a while where I would drool over thinking about a salad, some dumplings, some noodles, some soup, etc, etc.
It's sour, eating it might make you cough, might burn your throat a tiny bit, even tearing a little. But it's sooo good!
I still don't understand why people relate "vinegar" with "jealousy" and "eating lemon" with "being rejected" (in chinese culture at least). and also, why is a "funny face" a "sour face"? Maybe I should look up the origins.
In reality I heard it's good for your health... It's good for you. I don't care if it numb my tongue a little... it's too tasty to pass up!!
Making a "sour face" is good.
I love vinegar, lemon, any acidic food/sauce. I tend to add it whenever I can, I eat slices of lemons, and I always would have cravings for any sour food once in a while where I would drool over thinking about a salad, some dumplings, some noodles, some soup, etc, etc.
It's sour, eating it might make you cough, might burn your throat a tiny bit, even tearing a little. But it's sooo good!
I still don't understand why people relate "vinegar" with "jealousy" and "eating lemon" with "being rejected" (in chinese culture at least). and also, why is a "funny face" a "sour face"? Maybe I should look up the origins.
In reality I heard it's good for your health... It's good for you. I don't care if it numb my tongue a little... it's too tasty to pass up!!
Making a "sour face" is good.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
If you want to put me in hell you can...
...break all my nails. and I will for sure go devastated and insane.
My my my, my right index finger nail just broke 5 mins ago.
1/3 gone! Fuck. not 1/5, not 1/4, but 1/3... so close to be 1/2...!! Sorry I don't want to swear but I can't help. First of all, it hurt like f. and this is the MOST TERRIBLE break I have in my life. I mean it's been how long since i break my nail? and had never been this bad.
It must been 3 years at least. I remember when I was handling a hardcover book in my locker so happily because I was getting off school, I broke my right middle finger nail by 1/4, that moment, I promised myself I will never ever never again break any of my nails because I cannot afford to see the beautiful nails of mine getting shorter and shorter...
Since then I haven't break any of my nails (at least not painful ones, I did bent a few but not break!)
You might know...
I love my nails, they are the one single most proud "feature" I love of myelf! I have not many things that I am proud of (maybe my single eyelid eyes I'm actually pretty proud of)
Why is it that when I am so happy, I get off guard and relax, and then bad things happen to me.
Want to know the story about my left baby finger? On the beautiful evening when I was wearing my sparkling nails and silver dress and about to be this beautiful girl attending the gorgeous prom, there I was literally stepping out the door and bam, the windstorm door caught my baby finger nail and ouch, it break 1/4 of it. That was 7 years ago, that bother me quite alot, because it kind of sux and hurt for the whole night.
I can so tell many more story about my nails: how I used to bite on nails when I was kid (5 or 6 years old) and I am so regret now because I could have the even more beautiful long nail shapes of mine.... (I could have been a model I believe) when I was teenager, how I kept my nail long and nice and with beautiful nail polish, the next day almost certain, something would happen to my nails... sigh..
When in happy moments, I seems to be destine to kill the mood and things just doesn't stay happy... WHY?
Tonight I'm happy and relax, got home and felt tired and want to sleep because I did exercise and just about to grab a book to read and sleep then this happen... thank God, are you trying to "break my bones" again? Are you telling me something?
My my my, my right index finger nail just broke 5 mins ago.
1/3 gone! Fuck. not 1/5, not 1/4, but 1/3... so close to be 1/2...!! Sorry I don't want to swear but I can't help. First of all, it hurt like f. and this is the MOST TERRIBLE break I have in my life. I mean it's been how long since i break my nail? and had never been this bad.
It must been 3 years at least. I remember when I was handling a hardcover book in my locker so happily because I was getting off school, I broke my right middle finger nail by 1/4, that moment, I promised myself I will never ever never again break any of my nails because I cannot afford to see the beautiful nails of mine getting shorter and shorter...
Since then I haven't break any of my nails (at least not painful ones, I did bent a few but not break!)
You might know...
I love my nails, they are the one single most proud "feature" I love of myelf! I have not many things that I am proud of (maybe my single eyelid eyes I'm actually pretty proud of)
Why is it that when I am so happy, I get off guard and relax, and then bad things happen to me.
Want to know the story about my left baby finger? On the beautiful evening when I was wearing my sparkling nails and silver dress and about to be this beautiful girl attending the gorgeous prom, there I was literally stepping out the door and bam, the windstorm door caught my baby finger nail and ouch, it break 1/4 of it. That was 7 years ago, that bother me quite alot, because it kind of sux and hurt for the whole night.
I can so tell many more story about my nails: how I used to bite on nails when I was kid (5 or 6 years old) and I am so regret now because I could have the even more beautiful long nail shapes of mine.... (I could have been a model I believe) when I was teenager, how I kept my nail long and nice and with beautiful nail polish, the next day almost certain, something would happen to my nails... sigh..
When in happy moments, I seems to be destine to kill the mood and things just doesn't stay happy... WHY?
Tonight I'm happy and relax, got home and felt tired and want to sleep because I did exercise and just about to grab a book to read and sleep then this happen... thank God, are you trying to "break my bones" again? Are you telling me something?
Even a Stranger would
Just now, as I came back from the mass. I found a surprise message in my facebook inbox:
Wanda H. R. March 21 at 10:35am
Sweet Savior, thank you for Angela and all the good things you have placed in her. Please help her in the situation she finds her self in right now. Give her your sweet peace and let her rest in your presence where there is fullness of joy. In Jesus' name, Amen.
Thanks God for using Wanda to show me your love to the humble me, this really hit my heart.
How come it seems so hard to keep prayers for the people we know and the family and friends we are so close to? While even a stranger would have offer prayers to another stranger?
Time for me to do more praying and forgiving.
Wanda H. R. March 21 at 10:35am
Sweet Savior, thank you for Angela and all the good things you have placed in her. Please help her in the situation she finds her self in right now. Give her your sweet peace and let her rest in your presence where there is fullness of joy. In Jesus' name, Amen.
Thanks God for using Wanda to show me your love to the humble me, this really hit my heart.
How come it seems so hard to keep prayers for the people we know and the family and friends we are so close to? While even a stranger would have offer prayers to another stranger?
Time for me to do more praying and forgiving.
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