Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
I love your soul.
If it is a soul that people can sense with a "6th sense", then isn't that just more proof of a genius creator?
If one cannnot see a soul, science cannot study it- as there is no tangible evidence that you can study about it.If one does not believe in afterlife or the existance of souls, then how do you explain what a presence is?
What does it mean when SOMEONE is present?
What is a presence?
your DNA is there?
If so, then hypothetically speaking- because you shed(/lose) skin constantly
- your presence is everywhere you've been throughout your life..
a person's Heart is there? - perhaps, that their beating heart is there?
If so, then if you see a loved one in a coffin- but their heart is missing- does it mean that they're not really there, but for example (if it was a donour heart) then, in someone else's body?
maybe their blood?
=It just doesn't add up without god.
If one cannnot see a soul, science cannot study it- as there is no tangible evidence that you can study about it.If one does not believe in afterlife or the existance of souls, then how do you explain what a presence is?
What does it mean when SOMEONE is present?
What is a presence?
your DNA is there?
If so, then hypothetically speaking- because you shed(/lose) skin constantly
- your presence is everywhere you've been throughout your life..
a person's Heart is there? - perhaps, that their beating heart is there?
If so, then if you see a loved one in a coffin- but their heart is missing- does it mean that they're not really there, but for example (if it was a donour heart) then, in someone else's body?
maybe their blood?
=It just doesn't add up without god.
Monday, March 8, 2010
beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Once upon a time I wanted to know what love was.
Love is there if you want it to be
You just have to see that it is wrapped in beauty and hidden away between
the seconds of your life.
If you don't stop for a minute,
you might miss it.
Love is there if you want it to be
You just have to see that it is wrapped in beauty and hidden away between
the seconds of your life.
If you don't stop for a minute,
you might miss it.
Friday, February 26, 2010
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Perfect Day.
Its been a marvelous day. thank you Lord for the snow- that was the best part.
It's just a bummer that I feel abandoned by at least one good friend every year... Oh well there's always next year.
It's just a bummer that I feel abandoned by at least one good friend every year... Oh well there's always next year.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Role Models Suck.
You try so hard and [quote:] "for hwat?"
I should just give up and listen to everyone.
Maybe this little voice in my head telling me to press on and
"Be the Best You Can Be" should just shut up and die.
My Priorities should be : family/ school, youth, friends, dance.
But I wish they could be backwards.
I should just give up and listen to everyone.
Maybe this little voice in my head telling me to press on and
"Be the Best You Can Be" should just shut up and die.
My Priorities should be : family/ school, youth, friends, dance.
But I wish they could be backwards.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Jesus-mas
I feel home-sick for a Christmas I haven't had with my family for 12 years.
I was watching some Buffalo program channel, and they were showing how Christmas is celebrated in different countries. My favourite was definitely in.. I'm going to say Switzerland, but it may have been Belgium.. anyways, THERE, each house is assigned a day of Christmas and the house is responsible for decorating their window according to the day. For Example, if you were given 13, you would decorate your window with some type of scene, like the wise men following a star. Also, after a nice dinner and opening gifts, the family would gather around and listen to the grandfather read the family bible.
I wish we could do that at my house... but.. you know.
And then I go to the store and realize this country, or at least Toronto, is lucky if ANYONE does anything like that.
The "Christmas" we have here isn't even called that, it's labeled as XMAS and has a price tag .
I'm sorry, but if you want to take Christ out of "Christ's Mass".. you should take out the "mass" part too and just call it "this time we get off work and school that has no meaning except to make you feel obligated to buy things from stores that overcharge you"
I was watching some Buffalo program channel, and they were showing how Christmas is celebrated in different countries. My favourite was definitely in.. I'm going to say Switzerland, but it may have been Belgium.. anyways, THERE, each house is assigned a day of Christmas and the house is responsible for decorating their window according to the day. For Example, if you were given 13, you would decorate your window with some type of scene, like the wise men following a star. Also, after a nice dinner and opening gifts, the family would gather around and listen to the grandfather read the family bible.
I wish we could do that at my house... but.. you know.
And then I go to the store and realize this country, or at least Toronto, is lucky if ANYONE does anything like that.
The "Christmas" we have here isn't even called that, it's labeled as XMAS and has a price tag .
I'm sorry, but if you want to take Christ out of "Christ's Mass".. you should take out the "mass" part too and just call it "this time we get off work and school that has no meaning except to make you feel obligated to buy things from stores that overcharge you"
Monday, December 14, 2009
No Fresh Air = Weird Nights..
Kay, so WIERDEST thing happened on Sunday morning.
I woke up thinking that my dream was real of how my parents asked me if i wanted to watch a movie called MADAME.
So in my dream i imdb'ed it that day and found out it was from 1993 and was this kind of twisted love story.
So when i woke up, i thought to myself, "hey i should write a story with a plot related to that of the movie" (cause it was a good movie).. "but too bad it's already taken."
When i started to wake up and realise my surroundings, I jumped out of bed (ignoring the bloodrush that obscured my vision) and ran to get my notebook to write down the story.
After I wrote the actual dream's story, i wrote my own, more appealing, version to use for future reference if I ever needed an idea for a story.
But i really don't know if i'll use my modified version because i feel as if i would be cheating the story of the movie from my dream...
Huh..
so i got up finally and told my mom what happened. She said it must have been really hot in my room and i had to no air... thanks mom...
So later that day i was bored so I imdb'ed MADAME(1993) and two movies came up. One from 2006 and another from 1993. Well that's wierd... So i clicked the 1993 one, only to find out that it was about a reporter who was doing a story on a brothel, so to speak, and was later fired from her job, and ends up working there.
-CREEEPY...
So that was my Sunday.
I woke up thinking that my dream was real of how my parents asked me if i wanted to watch a movie called MADAME.
So in my dream i imdb'ed it that day and found out it was from 1993 and was this kind of twisted love story.
So when i woke up, i thought to myself, "hey i should write a story with a plot related to that of the movie" (cause it was a good movie).. "but too bad it's already taken."
When i started to wake up and realise my surroundings, I jumped out of bed (ignoring the bloodrush that obscured my vision) and ran to get my notebook to write down the story.
After I wrote the actual dream's story, i wrote my own, more appealing, version to use for future reference if I ever needed an idea for a story.
But i really don't know if i'll use my modified version because i feel as if i would be cheating the story of the movie from my dream...
Huh..
so i got up finally and told my mom what happened. She said it must have been really hot in my room and i had to no air... thanks mom...
So later that day i was bored so I imdb'ed MADAME(1993) and two movies came up. One from 2006 and another from 1993. Well that's wierd... So i clicked the 1993 one, only to find out that it was about a reporter who was doing a story on a brothel, so to speak, and was later fired from her job, and ends up working there.
-CREEEPY...
So that was my Sunday.
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