Sometimes, we tend to make words or have pranks at someone that we aren’t aware that what we do would result to something tragic.
Bullying or being bullied is quite normal while growing up. But it’s horrid knowing that nowadays, it’s one of the reasons of cutting or self harm.
Back in high school, I admit that I had bullied someone but I haven’t pushed it to the point that it destroyed someone’s confidence had caused depression. Bullying could give satisfaction, but it’s not worth it. In the end it wouldn’t do any good. So please, if you’ve been doing it. I advise you to stop. Continue reading
He wiped his tears slowly and passionately. He sobbed for a moment, a kind of sob where loneliness lingered. He folded the letter and kissed it so tenderly.
A knock on the door echoed the room. “Mr. Nicholas Thompson?” A lady in a black executive suit came in. She hugged him so tight and he too in return.
“Can you please give this to your mother?” He beamed with great hope. Staring at the woman in front of him and reading the name tag that says Summer Jordache. He can’t believe how this precious soul had grown to such a wonderful lady. “You know you had your mother’s eyes and and smile, don’t you?”
“I know. “ She smiled and gave out a wink from her hazelnut eyes. “Don’t worry Dad. I got your spirit and heart and you know it.” She hugged him again and whispered. “I hope Mom’s gonna remember all this.”
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How you doing?
I’m getting older now if I may tell. I counted the years that had lapsed from us and it’s 37. If fate would not be cruel enough we could already have beautiful children. I could still remember how you used to tell me that if you were to have a son, you’ll probably call him Summer. The season where we first met, isn’t it?
You’re so beautiful back then and I couldn’t certainly forget your sweet smile and your hazelnut eyes. God knows why selling ice cream in your neighborhood is the most fulfilling job of all. You asked me if I was new in the place and you never hesitated to help me finding my way. I was 19 back then and I was so in love with you.
August, I asked you out and it’s magical seeing you your brightest smile. I stopped selling ice creams that time since summer is over but I never stopped seeing you. We went to the park, talked about music and how many children you wanna have. November, you told me you’re leaving and you’re never coming back.
I could feel your pain and how it hurt us. I kissed you, probably our last kiss that time as far as I could remember and we make love. Morning came and you’re gone.
I still miss you Natasha. Your smile, your hands and the way we share ice cream.
I always love you and hope you’ll remember this.
“I will miss the future I might have had with you.”
He read and slowly folded the parchment which seemed to be yellowed by age. On a separate piece he inked ‘I miss you too’ under the pile of the same phrases.
He counted them. 37.
He laughed. “I miss you for 37 years.”
So again, just like what he’d been doing for the past years, he tucked himself on the table started composing a reply. His 37th letter. His 37th reply to a letter he had from her, 37 years ago.
It’s 18th February, 2014 and this is probably late but I’m gonna put this in my blog anyway.
So last two weeks ago, “The Fault in Our Stars” trailer had been released by FOX. So here went me, the ever-TFIOS-addict started to view the trailer and I could still remember how I felt back then. I was so literally diufsgoiuyreoihdlk ashcxal sdjapodusapo dujadhdiydwey rehwrolwhelk whslkdlatyqiuwtyre0329ryhwoi bdjhsakdbkb dlwkd nwl’jfdlwh fklshfkjbknbdl ks;hskjhkshgiw ugiwbwklbdkjb. That feeling of excitement, appreciation and gratefulness. That you’re going to see this in big screen.
I know I’m acting rubbish and stupid and gay and whatever trash word may be, but that’s what I felt.
I don’t know what to add or say. It’s just that I’ve got something to say about it but I can’t make them into words.
So I’m just going to let you watch the trailer again and let me know what do you think?
I don’t where to start.
But I owe a lot, to a lot of souls. To you, to this blog, and to myself. In which I would like to apologise, to being not there, to being non-existent, to being just a history (that if I did have a history). But yeah, I’m really really sorry.
Now let’s go back to straight talk. I’m happy to, uhmm, inform you that, well, I’m back! (Hooray!) I’ve been long and gone. It’s been a year isn’t it? I’ve been silent, probably you could say that I’m in a state-of-coma.
I lot of distractions came, occupied me, kept me busy, but I managed to now creep away from the silence.
So here I am now. I’m back and alive! Woo-hoo!
See you again blogsters!
Missing you all,
P.S. Enjoy this song.
Original article by John Benneth
I was looking up browsing through the Concordance to check a certain verse about Love… All through my life, I always yearn for something revolutionary; may it be an idea, principle, thought, imagination, or something like that. I love and take delight in discovering facts & truth that would surprise and definitely disturb me, positively (wink). So! Something caught my sight when I noticed a particular verse, it’s 2 Corinthians 5:15.
Check it out and help yourself.
It’s a remedy to all the problems & struggles & battles of life. And that’s what caught my attention.
“For the love of Christ controls us, because we have concluded this: that one has died in substitute for all, therefore all have died; and he died in substitute for all, that those who live might no longer live for themselves but for him, who for their sake died and was raised.” Continue reading
Original article by John Benneth
Someone died so you could live, and so live that life in fullness.
He came in flesh to be nailed on the wood.
Take it literally. Take this like you’ve heard a schoolmate of yours beaten hundred times by a group of bystanders while innocently walking one saturday midnight. This schoolmate of yours had muscle-deep scratches, can’t walk anymore, had serious stabbed wound right on the liver part of his body. He had skull fracture, bloody face, barely breathing, rib fracture, back full of knife scratches. Then was finally hung on a tree while still alive. Begged for help but no one came, no one heard, no one can rescue.
Take it from there. Even Jesus suffered 10x more. Yes. It did happen to Him. The weight of helplessness was exponential. His Father had forsaken Him, cannot even look at Him.
Can you bear the weight? I cannot. Honestly.
But He did.