haha...oh my gawd...hehe...sorta true...*guys choose the right chick* =P
haha....doctor's life "rocks"..bless you doctors... =P
Huh? Would there be another bathroom for MALE WOMAN?
An advice for all of you guys! Make you sure you slip and fall down ‘carefully’!
“Please get a punch..”? Oh great! =P
Like Ravana of the Ramayana, the heroes and heroines of today’s movies have a fatal flaw.
The Ramayana is an ancient Vedic saga of action, romance, wisdom, and adventure; a saga that has inspired a quarter of the world’s population for millennia; a saga that depicts a past when beings of celestial might—both divine and demoniac—interacted on our terrestrial realm; a saga of the struggle between good and the evil; a saga in which God descends and teaches virtue, righteousness, and spirituality by His sterling personal example.
Despite the Ramayana’s historical antiquity, its basic storyline is similar to that of a typical movie: It features a hero, a heroine, and a villain lusting for the heroine; and it tells of an exciting confrontation between the hero and the villain, culminating in the death of the villain and the reunion of the hero and the heroine. But there is one vital difference between the Ramayana and a modern movie: In a movie, the hero, the heroine, and the villain are all actually villains.
Why? Many people think of a villain as someone who enjoys by exploiting and harming others. Though not wrong, this conception of evil is incomplete and naïve, as it ignores a fundamental reality: our supremely responsible and loving father, God. Many of us never got the spiritual education needed to understand that it is God who selflessly provides us our daily food. It is true that we have to work hard to earn our living, but our effort is secondary. It’s like the hard work of birds searching for grains: Without God providing the grains through nature, their search, no matter how painstaking, would be fruitless. Similarly without God’s designing the miraculous mechanism of photosynthesis, which transforms “mud into mangoes” (a feat far beyond the best scientist and the latest computer), we would never have any food, no matter how much we labored. All our other necessities—heat, light, air, water, health—are similarly fulfilled, primarily by divine arrangement, secondarily by human endeavor.
Unfortunately our media, culture, and education preoccupy us with so many materialistic allurements that we become blinded to the fact of our dependence on God and obligation to Him. Fear of God is the beginning of wisdom, just as a healthy fear of a loving father is necessary for a naughty, restless child to become disciplined and responsible. And love of God is the culmination of wisdom, just as gratitude and love for a benevolent father shows the maturity of a grown-up child.
Sadly, however, our society fosters neither love nor fear of God, but glamorizes godless, selfish materialism instead. Consequently nowadays many people are extremely selfish in their relationship with God. They don’t give even a few moments to the person who has given them their entire life. In a family, if a son doesn’t care for his father, who is his link with his brothers, soon he will stop caring for them too. In fact, he may even become malevolent toward them because they become his competitors for inheritance. Similarly, selfishness toward God is the origin of all evil. We have all sown that evil seed in our own hearts and are now force-feeding each other its bitter fruits—terrorism, corruption, crime, exploitation—all born from fighting with each other for the world’s resources, God’s inheritance for us.
The Ramayana gives us a glimpse of heroism and villainy, of selfless love and selfish lust. Lord Rama and His consort, Sita, are the eternal hero and heroine. Hanuman, the godly hero, personifies the tendency to selflessly assist the Lord in His divine love, whereas Ravana, the godless villain, personifies the tendency to selfishly grab the Lord’s property for our own lust. The godly hero aspires to enjoy with God, whereas the godless villain wants to enjoy like God.
On the other hand, in a typical movie all the main characters—the hero, the heroine, and the villain—have the same evil mentality of wanting to enjoy without caring for God. In the hero and heroine, the guise of romance masks that mindset, whereas the villain expresses it without reservation. But they are all Ravanas, the difference being merely in the shades of gray.
Our selfish attempts to be imitation heroes and heroines, whether in the movies or in real life, are intrinsically evil, and they fuel and fan all the greater evils we dread. Ultimately our evil boomerangs on us, for it perpetuates the illusion of our bodily misidentification, and our body subjects us to the tortures of old age, disease, death, and rebirth—again and again and again.
Of course we do not have to choke our natural urge for specialness. Like Hanuman we can all be heroes too—in service to the supreme hero. Unfortunately our society portrays the Ravana tendency as heroic and the Hanuman propensity as obsolete.
The Ramayana reveals that Ravana, despite his extraordinary prosperity, was never satisfied but always lusty and greedy for more. Isn’t that the condition of our modern civilization? All the might and wealth of Ravana could neither bring him happiness nor save him from eventual destruction. The ultimate defeat of Ravana reminds us of the destiny that awaits our society if it continues in its godless selfishness.
Still, the fall of Ravana is not just a doomsday warning; it is also a harbinger of hope and joy because it teaches us that the Lord is competent to destroy the evil within and without. The same Lord Rama who destroyed Ravana millennia ago has reappeared as His holy name to destroy the Ravana within people’s hearts. The holy name offers us real happiness, not by imitating God, but by loving God, not by becoming an imitator hero, but by becoming a servitor hero.
Besides old growth trees and forests, clouds are my favorite display of Krishna’s energy. I am referring to those huge white, fluffy cotton like clouds with contrasting shades of gray, and the deep blue sky. I believe they are called “cumulus” clouds, as if naming them means we can really understand the mystery of their beautiful existence.
Before I discovered the gorgeous glow of nature, architecture was my favorite thing to gaze and wonder at. In my late teens I came to prefer the beauty of God’s creation. I spent days in towering redwood forests, verdant with lush growth. I breathed in not only the wind, but also the sun, moon, stars, blue sky, and clouds. Yet it would take years and a move to the East coast of America for me to discover my favorite part of natural phenomenon, thunder storms.
Before we moved to North Carolina we lived in a suburb of Baltimore called Catonsville, a few blocks from the Temple. During the hot humid summer, we would have regular storms which were exciting to experience, and welcome in bringing a cooling relief to the heat. When I caught the first clue that a storm was coming I would sit out on the deck and watch the gradual development.
Being rather dull myself, such storms would inspire and excite me with the power and majesty of Krishna. How mighty his energies are, and how esthetically he displays them.
First he announces the coming storm with the distant sound of thunder, then the approaching storm clouds with flashes of lightening. The skies begin to darken, and the wind arrives pushing the trees back and forth.
In a summer storm in Baltimore, when it has been hot and humid all day, the former bright day darkens, and the temperature drops refreshingly aided by the rushing wind.
The sound of the wind blowing through the trees is like the most powerful, yet relaxing symphony. I don’t have the vocabulary to express how exhilarating a feeling it is. To me it is a reminder of how insignificant I am, and how great is the Lord of Creation.
And then the Master of all Mysticism, Suspense, and Esthetics, after wonderfully preparing the scene, brings what the plants, trees, animals, frogs, and me are waiting for-the rain, which comes down in torrential downpours in a deafening roar, bringing everything to a stop. Wow! I love watching such a powerful, drenching rain which can soak you in a few minutes, or flood the roads in twenty to thirty minutes.
Fortunately around here, this type of rain only lasts about ten or fifteen minutes. If it is more than that, which it can be sometimes, it can create havoc, and all our technology is useless to check it.
Still, I marvel at the beauty and power of the Lord’s energy. Though my love for Krishna is covered and pervertedly displayed in fleshy illusions, at times like these storms, he gets my attention. He reminds me that he is in control, and that my controlling ability is puny.
I am always dependent on his mercy. Someday I will know this by realization and act accordingly. To be truly conscious of and love Krishna is the goal of my life. Only time is separating me. In the mean time I endeavor to remember him, and am glad to live amidst the beauty of nature, and to see him as the cause of all causes, and my dear most friend and well wisher. And boy his thunder showers are awesome!
God is the father. God is his son.
God is the victory that all evil shuns.
God of the mighty. God of the weak.
God is the mystery that all searchers seek.
God is the father. God is his son.
God has the power of a million plus suns.
God is the spirit glue in the gum.
God is the single. God is the sum.
God is the father. God is his son.
God is the artist whose tall tale is spun.
God is transcendence, the ghost and the spook.
God is the history that all churches spruik.
God is the father. God is his son.
And daughters are mothers to whores as to nuns.
God makes the judgement to fight the good fight:
the devils and demons that people the night.
God is the father. God is his son.
Above us he towers while we crawl in dung.
And we shall be brothers whose bonds will unite,
on the pathway to heaven, sunlit and bright.
God is the father. God is his son.
Before him we cower. Naked, undone.
The sins we would rather keep from his sight,
condemn us as cowards unworthy in flight.
God is the father. God is his son.
God defies numbers three times in one.
God will empower the pest and the blight,
to flag the dark forces that give no respite.
God is the father. God is his son.
The gifts that he showers on the faithful among
the boon of sweet laughter as his sattelite,
smile down on our errors from high holy height.
PRAISE THE LORD!!!
I’ve said im sorry,
What more do you want?
I shouldn’t have done it.
I know i was wrong.
I’ve said im sorry, (Again)
I said the wrong thing.
Its all so complicated,
Youd not understand.
Ive said im sorry, (Again)
I did the wrong thing.
Wont you forgive me?
Ive said im sorry, (Again)
But is it enough?
Ive said im I sorry,
So why are you walking away?
Running down my cheek sheds a tear,
From deep within my darkest fear.
This life without you aches a shear,
Cause with you my heart is clear.
No lies bare from my mouth,
My love for you is the greatest shout.
Your greatness runs through me without doubt,
You i can never live without.
My heart you now embrace,
filling it with your sweet grace.
Right in my arm,s your love i place,
Let this love go throughout a trace.
~dev~
TO,
beloved buddies..*winks*
Friends are like angels sent from above
They came to give you an undying love.
Summer, winter, spring or fall,
They’re there to help you when you call.
I will be there for you,
When your days are lonely and blue.
You can call on me for a helping hand,
I’ll be there beside you to take that final stand.
I didn’t know where to start,
But this is a poem straight from the heart.
I’m here for you if you’re here for me,
That’s why friends is a thing we’ll always be.
PEACE OUT,
~dev~ =)
O lonely heart so timid of approach,
Like the shy tropic flower that shuts its lips
To the faint touch of tender finger tips:
What is your word? What question would you broach?
Your lustrous-warm eyes are too sadly kind
To mask the meaning of your dreamy tale,
Your guarded life too exquisitely frail
Against the daggers of my warring mind.
There is no part of the unyielding earth,
Even bare rocks where the eagles build their nest,
Will give us undisturbed and friendly rest.
No dewfall softens this vast belt of dearth.
But in the socket-chiseled teeth of strife,
That gleam in serried files in all the lands,
We may join hungry, understanding hands,
And drink our share of ardent love and life.
~dev~
Never thought that I'd so inspired
Never thought that I'd find the higher truth
I believed that love was overrated
'Till the moment I found you
Now baby I know I don't deserve
The love you give me
But now I understand that
If you want me I must be doing something right
I got nothing left to prove
And it's all because of you
So if you need me
And baby I make you feel alive
I know I must be doing
Doing something right
It's because of you I feel so lifted
I've been looking at my life from higher ground
Never thought I'd be so elated
You're the one that turned it all around
Now baby, I didn't know myself
Until you changed me
And made me understand that
If you want me I must be doing something right
I got nothing left to prove
And it's all because of you
So if you need me
And baby I make you feel alive
I know I must be doing
Doing something right
Oohhh
And baby I know I don't deserve the love you give me
But I don't really care, cause
If you want me I must be doing something right
I got nothing left to prove
And it's all because of you
So if you need me
And baby I make you feel alive
I know I must be doing (I know I must be doing)
Doing something right (Doing something right)
Doing something right
Yeah yeah
Something right
So if you need me
And baby I make you feel alive
I know I must be doing (I know I must be doing)
Must be doing something right
Yeah yeah
Something right
damn...hate the sch to max...i would recommend the students to boycott the sch... it's a racist sch...y v should study in such sch....i'm writting this blog because, i had undergo few things in that sch...
for example:-
i was a prefect from form 1 to 3....then there comes a situation where i gotta change sch coz, of my personal problems n etcs....
so, i shifted to sch named SGI!!!!
it's much much better KE...eventhought the sch are lack of facilities... the teacher n the students are...OMG...v lived like one family la...when i was in kE for three years as a prefect n a student...i was not honoured with any certs to prove myself that i was a prefect once upon a time la...when i think about it...it's like m being a stupid slave for the sch...waking up at 5:30am to get ready for sch...i will be leaving the house at 6:15am n will b at sch by 6:30am...as soon as i reach the sch compound...i will keep my beg n go for my duty...eventhough i did so much for the sch...they didn't appreaciate it...plus i was representing the sch for tennis with one of my close buddy...not even a cert i got it from that also...damn....
but...
the whole situation changes when i entered SGI!!! yaiy...m happy to b a georgian...manage to collect 15certs in 2years...it's like WOW!!!
n the best part was...we all lived like a family...it's a huge family...v didn't c colour or racist... =)
so ppl, think properly b4 making a move...make sure it brings u lot's of benefits...if u in kE..make sure u force those lazy a** teachers to provide u with something to prove u r someone in that sch...but there are few teachers that i do miss them a lot in kE...really helped me to get done something... =)
(special sorries because the words that i used was a lil too harsh...but it's the pain that i felt was just been expressed partially on my blog...extremely sorry ppl..PEACE)
=)
MY MUM IS INCOMPLETE
~She gave part of herself when she gave birth to me.
MUMMY IS A JUKEBOX
~She lifted me up with her melodiouslullabies and songs when i was down.
SHE GAVE ME NICKNAMES
~By giving me nicknames, she skillfully pointed out to me unconscious habits.
MY MUMMY IS A TEDDY BEAR
~I go to her for hugs in times of pain.
MY MOTHER IS AN UMBRELLA
~She sheilds me from all harm.
MUM NEVER SLEEPS
~She is awake when i get up in the morning and when i go to bed late at night. How on earth can that be?
MUM JUST DOESN'T GET SICK
~She never shows that she is unwell though i've caught her rubbing her back many times.
MUM IS AN OWL
~She waits up for me when i come home late.
MY MOTHER IS A CHRONIC WORRIER
~She nags us all day. We think it is worry, she thinks it is love.
MOTHER IS HEARTLESS, YET SHE IS HEARTFUL
~She gave her heart away to the family and in return (a heart full of love).
MY MUM GAVE HERSELF UP
~She put her biggest dreams on hold for our happiness.
OH DEAR, SHE CAN'T CONTROL HER WEIGHT!!!!
~She ends up eating all the leftovers from dinner.
NO-PROBLEM MUM
~She always kept her problems to herself so we would think everything was alright.
ARGH!! MOTHER MADE ME SO ANGRY
~She can be cruelly truthful in pointing out my weaknesses so that i would grow out of them.
MUM IS NO CRY-BABY
~She can take the most intense pain and the deepest hurt without resentment.
MUM IS A HEATER
~She warms my heart with love.
MY MUM IS BROKE
~She gave up every bit of her savings for our sake.
MY MOTHER IS AN ELEPHANT
~She can remember everything i have ever said to her.
MY MOTHER IS A ZIP FILE
~She can rememberevery incident from my life.
NO GIFT
TO YOUR MOTHER
CAN EVER EQUAL
HER
GIFT TO YOU-
LIFE
IF "A,B,C,D,E,F,G,H,I,J ,K,L,M,N,O,P,Q,R
,S,T,U,V,W,X,Y,Z"
IS EQUAL TO
"1,2,3,4,5,6,7 ,8,9,10,11,12,13,14, 15,16
,17,18,19,2 0,21,22,23,24,25,26" .
HARDWORK
H+A+R+D+W+O+R+K
8+1+18+4+23+15+18+11 =98%
KNOWLEDG E
K+N+O+W+L+E+D+G +E
11+14+15+23+12 +5+4+7+5=96%
LOVE
L+O+V+E
1 2+15+22+5=54%
LUCK
L+U+C+K
12+21+3+11=47%
(DON'T LOVE N LUCK MOST OF US THINK
THIS IS THE MOST IMPORTANT??)
THEN WHAT MAKES 100%?
IS IT MONEY?..NO!!
MONEY
M+O+N+E+Y13+15+14+5+25=72%<>
LEADARSHIP?.. NO!!
L+E+A+D+E+R+ S+H+I+P
12+5+1+4+ 5+18+19+9+16=89%
EVERY PROBLEM HAS A SOLUTION,
ONLY IF WE PERHAPS CHANGE OUR ATTITUDE.
TO GO TO THE TOP, TO THAT 100%,
WHAT WE REALLY NEED TO GO FURTHER... A
BIT MORE..
ATTITU DE
A+T+T+I+T+U+D+ E
1+20+20+9+20+21 +4+5=100%
IT IS OUR "ATTITUDE" TOWARDS LIFE N
WORK THAT MAKES OUR LIFE 100%!!!
CHANGE UR ATTITUDE, AND YOU CHANGE YOUR
LIFE...
I'm just wandering with my dreams in my hand.
Smiling up to sky
Crying to the dirt at the ground
Seas are fulled with my tears
Sun were never brighter when I smile
Im just dreaming when I wander.
It's a journey I walk alone.
No one who held my hand.
No one who catches my tears up
But when I smile everybody can see
The sun will light te world up and then you will know
I can walk that journey alone, and let my dreams come true.
I'm just wandering with my dreams in my hand.
Smiling up to sky
Crying to the dirt at the ground
Seas are fulled with my tears
Sun were never brighter when I smile
Im just dreaming when I wander.
It's a journey I walk alone.
No one who held my hand.
No one who catches my tears up
But when I smile everybody can see
The sun will light te world up and then you will know
I can walk that journey alone, and let my dreams come true.
