tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29835149129773412492012-02-16T08:53:58.596-08:00This Life We Live.cthestnoreply@blogger.comBlogger191100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2983514912977341249.post-71361015401228681232012-02-12T01:37:00.001-08:002012-02-16T08:53:58.606-08:00

An acquaintance from UK lamented recently that her 10-year old is learning war poems in school and there's a 'fixation with death and all the books have had someone dying in them.' How many of us are watching over our child's school curriculum? When I was in my teens we read Tennyson's "The Charge of the Light Brigade" in Literature class and while I have not gone back to the poem for whatever

cthestnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2983514912977341249.post-4209955340934751042012-02-03T04:32:00.000-08:002012-02-03T05:54:51.934-08:00

Yahoo reported it as Brad Pitt's 'quirky parenting trick'. I thought it criminal. Someone tell Brad Pitt, heck all parents, the Coke's secret alcohol content, please! The report : Every parent has his or her tricks -- things that must be done to keep the house running. Brad Pitt is no different. In a recent interview with CBS This Morning, the Oscar-nominated actor ("Moneyball") revealed that

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cthestnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2983514912977341249.post-78524990336596656722012-02-01T03:11:00.000-08:002012-02-01T03:11:52.456-08:00

A government Investigative Committee (Sky Roar) believes sounds from the sky heard at Samarahan City, Sarawak on 11 and 12 January resulted from activities at the palm factory owned by FELCRA in Endap Village. This was confirmed by the factory manager, Yusmizan Des, who said automatic settings and boiler adjustments had resulted in vapors being  released due to excess pressure, producing the said

cthestnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2983514912977341249.post-5451406555010603782012-01-27T03:43:00.000-08:002012-02-12T03:03:03.835-08:00

Samarahan's sounds has travelled to North Battleford, Canada. No 'snoring', however, but 'trumpets'. Saskatchewan Univ's professor Jean-Pierre St. Maurice says there is a natural explanation: Electromagnetic noise picked up from an electrical antenna in the area, which is normal. Electromagnetic noise in the atmosphere being heard around the world in a matter of weeks? What...aliens in the sky

cthestnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2983514912977341249.post-88715524264782563192012-01-25T06:44:00.000-08:002012-01-27T04:38:20.414-08:00

One thing's for sure. God is not You or Me. God is NOTHING like you and me. Because Creator and creation is not the same. So good-bye "You are God" new-age prevarication. God can say "Be!" and therefore, it's created. Can you or me say "Be!" and roasted chicken appear on the table? I wish. God is not creation. A creator can NEVER be his own creation. Common sense. God is NOTHING like his

cthestnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2983514912977341249.post-90090851229736404762012-01-24T07:18:00.000-08:002012-02-13T00:27:44.497-08:00

Talking about destiny. I've never bothered about predictions, never kept track. But since this blog can act as record-keeping, I thought I'll list them here and update any new ones I see. Then we'll see if any hit the mark. 1. These are from Chinese Masters (astrologers, geomancers, fengshui): Natural disasters and financial volatility, especially to crisis-hit Europe World economy unstable

cthestnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2983514912977341249.post-28721282298582365262012-01-23T06:21:00.000-08:002012-01-27T04:40:29.662-08:00

There is nothing more annoying to me than the extremely arrogant human species who think that their destiny are totally dependent on themselves. They forget one essential fact: Since the beginning of time, the human species have never defeated death. And they forget another: Disease and decay never come invited. And another: The process of events never happened as they wished, hoped for, or

cthestnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2983514912977341249.post-37587754815719611512012-01-21T18:54:00.000-08:002012-01-23T00:19:32.098-08:00

Villagers at Samarahan City, Sarawak, heard what seemed like loud snoring followed by radio frequency sounds on the early mornings of 11 and 12 January, 2012. Mohammad Ferdauz Jumain, 28, a teacher, was woken up at 3am by the noises and said they sounded like snoring from the foot of the sky. He woke his parents up, and texted his friends who lived close by, who heard the same thing. So did his

cthestnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2983514912977341249.post-88022658515818996202012-01-21T07:42:00.000-08:002012-01-21T22:29:31.234-08:00

Just you'd know. I'm not a native speaker of English. But I have years of experience speaking and (less) writing the language. My vocabulary is pathetic but God is All-Loving, so he created online dictionaries and thesaurus just for me. Ok, for you too. I kinda (slang, no?) like writing with limitations - it makes me humble, it makes me bow down to my ever-dependent mind for outside

cthestnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2983514912977341249.post-47558691412676129192012-01-18T05:48:00.000-08:002012-01-21T07:29:43.224-08:00

Wikipedia is blocking its site today for 24 hours in protest against SOPA and PIPA, two wicked bills proposed by the monstrous aliens who have infested our planet with evil wars, equally evil ideologies and and self-serving propagandas - all in the name and disguise of freedom, democracy and human rights. SOPA and PIPA, evil twins, are being debated (drama, drama) in Congress to stop copyright

cthestnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2983514912977341249.post-19578225550620603302012-01-08T00:43:00.000-08:002012-01-16T18:21:55.742-08:00

This is crazy. I'm back here and 2011 is totally gone. This is January 2012. I am still alive. What is 2012 supposed to be? A catastrophe, end of the world, a shift in paradigm - whichever you choose to believe. But a pessimism, I believe, is in order. The United States (or not so united) will wage more wars; the controlling Ashkenazis will beat the war-mongering drums to control more pipelines;

cthestnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2983514912977341249.post-21472757172552687532010-10-18T20:10:00.000-07:002012-02-12T03:04:37.780-08:00

I'm sorry. Not to you (I don't know you). To myself. It's been two months since I wrote. 2010 is ending. My god, how time passes! And what have I accomplished since? Nothing! I owe an apology to myself - for procrastinating, for time-wasting, for relaxing, for letting time pass me by. I can't help it. I don't control my destiny. To h.e.l.l with the new-age (not so new now are they) crap

cthestnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2983514912977341249.post-10799655744720541582010-08-26T23:38:00.000-07:002012-01-21T07:26:06.135-08:00

I just love the new Template Design, and I love Tina Chen's Awesome.Inc. I know it's been up for months just I haven't been here for months. Writing as regularly as I had planned turned out to be not as easy as I thought. Thoughts, ideas and opinions come so leisurely and as freely as they want when I'm lying down, sitting down, walking in the streets, but when I'm here, right in front of the

cthestnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2983514912977341249.post-18801644228865428512010-01-28T22:50:00.001-08:002012-01-21T07:24:41.622-08:00

2010. Almost a month in the new year and I still don’t feel any different than I did in 2009. Popping balloons, festive cheer, drink and be merry -  for a future not certain to be popping balloons, cheering, drinking and be  merrying about.  Forget about resolutions. They are like promises meant to be broken and most of the time, forgotten. Forgotten, thus broken. Duh. Welcome disaster No.1  -

cthestnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2983514912977341249.post-30048128311096524052009-12-02T03:07:00.001-08:002012-01-21T07:23:20.323-08:00

Dreams are our lives in a parallel universe, except that it rarely, maybe never, repeat itself; never explain things, and often make us meet people we’ve never met, or go to places we’ve never been.  I dreamt of a beautiful garden nights ago, and in it I was comparing it to a garden I had seen before – in a previous dream. The previous garden wasn’t as beautiful as this one, and if our dreams are

cthestnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2983514912977341249.post-21576038180947019492009-11-06T08:51:00.001-08:002012-01-21T07:21:49.225-08:00

A vomit brought out the sadist in me. The more food got purged out of my system, the more it hurt. And yet I wanted more. But I know why. Pain is bearable when it’s the only way to get rid of more of itself. Like a burning poke needed to purge a stinging bullet. You’re going to scream some, but you know you’re going to get better because of it, and its the kind of pain that will make you live.

cthestnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2983514912977341249.post-32875914987914318112009-10-14T21:21:00.000-07:002012-01-27T04:37:12.884-08:00

Love is a double-edged sword. We want to do everything right because of love, and because of love we’re willing to do something wrong. In the name of love. Like the means to an end. Why do we fall when we’re in love, yet who hasn’t has not lived? I have not loved, and so I haven’t fallen. I have loved, so I‘ve lived. Can I live and not fall? A freedom lost, that’s how love has become - must this

cthestnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2983514912977341249.post-54581144130536436812009-10-09T00:55:00.000-07:002012-02-12T03:05:07.038-08:00

Life is a story contained within the passing of time. The story of one’s life; from the birth of a new person to the ravages of time that makes him or her human. Some were damaged, some merely hurt, some untouched by the cruelties of life. Some seem to enjoy every single moment - forgetting the pain, relishing the joys. Some seem forever in sorrow. Some seem perpetually happy. Some stuck in

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