Happy twentytwo. :-)

She would consider each day a miracle – which indeed it is, when you consider the number of unexpected things that could happen in each second of our fragile existences.

30 Days!

Day 07- A picture of someone/something that has a big impact on you

Mom & Dad ♥

They’ve been there for me throughout my entire life. Guiding me, building me up, showering me with tremendous love, care and concern. I have disappointed them with my wilfulness, stubbornness, and even my unpredictable temperament; which has caused much undesirable unhappiness over the last 22 years. But yet, they still believe, and continue to have faith in me.

I am not big on emotions. Never liked to share much of my worries/ troubles with people because I have a hard time expressing my feelings thru verbal words. But they understand that about me, and give me a lot of room to grow in my own special way. Offering words of advice, a listening ear, and providing as much as they possibly could, be it physically or emotionally.

Without the both of them, I wouldn’t be who I am right now. I wouldn’t have the strength to pick myself up after every fall. I wouldn’t be a lot of things, without them.

Thank you mummy & daddy for all these years of tender love and faithful support in me. In return, i hope to take care of you for the rest of my life.

ily; always have, always will

You’re not like the others. I’ve seen a few; I know. When I talk, you look at me. When I said something about the moon, you looked at the moon, last night. The others would never do that. The others would walk off and leave me talking. Or threaten me. No one has time anymore for anyone else. You’re one of the few who put up with me.

- Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

At that is why, I love you.

I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new. What is broken is broken — and I’d rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I lived.

- Margaret Mitchell

We’ll travel to infinity.

Sometimes you just have to take the leap and build your wings on the way down.

The race is long and, in the end, it’s only with yourself.

Ladies and gentlemen of the class of ’97:

Wear sunscreen.

If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they’ve faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.

Don’t worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 pm on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing every day that scares you.

Sing.

Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts. Don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Floss.

Don’t waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind. The race is long and, in the end, it’s only with yourself.

Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch.

Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don’t.

Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You’ll miss them when they’re gone.

Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t. Maybe you’ll have children, maybe you won’t. Maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else’s.

Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don’t be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own.

Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.

Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.

Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents. You never know when they’ll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They’re your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you’ll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble, and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you’ll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.

Don’t mess too much with your hair or by the time you’re 40 it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen.

- N Space

Joke of the Day!

Stay beautiful. Stay alive. X

The Little Prince

Just done with this book. It’s a book for kids but apparently, it’s widely popular with adults too. It IS the world’s most translated french book. Found this rather interesting, and I finally laid my hands on it. Reading was a breeze. Written in simple english with oddly drawn pictures, i was immediately captivated from the very first page.

What blew me away was the fact that this book was more than meets the eye. You have to read between the lines to fully comprehend the author’s idea.

In summary, the author was trying to accentuate how we humans spend so much time chasing tangible items like money and career and placing them at the forefront and using these as a indicative measurement of our worth in this short time on earth which we today call, life.

He also touched on alcoholism. How we often portray ourselves as pitiful, sorrowful human beings, and drowning it all in sorrow when really, whatever upsets us, is just us. Yes us. Our inability to forgive ourselves for the mistakes we make so we harp on it all the time, everyday. & then toast to drunkenness as the bane of our existence.

I like how the author portrayed love as a rose. There are thousands and millions of roses and they all look the same to the naked eye. But when you “tame” a rose, and it becomes yours; you water it daily, protect it from harm, talk to it.. a bond is forge and suddenly, this rose which looks alike to any other rose, is no longer the same and can never compare to YOUR rose.

We adults, have now forgotten what it means to live. Money, status, careers. We work half our lives away so we can satisfy our materialistic wants. But we should never forget that little child in us. The ever curious little thing. Our passion. Love.

I hope in 2012, we will all live a little braver. We will have strength to love with all our heart. And have the courage to chase for our passion. Because nothing is more important than living life straight from the heart.

You can only see things clearly with your heart. What is essential is invisible to the eye.