Some time back in Sengarrang, we got to know a little girl whose mannerisms reminded us alot (understatement of the year!) like someone we affectionately know as AJ. (Expectedly, much to her protests. Heh.)
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
introducing little AJ
Some time back in Sengarrang, we got to know a little girl whose mannerisms reminded us alot (understatement of the year!) like someone we affectionately know as AJ. (Expectedly, much to her protests. Heh.)
what's an easy way to pretend a blog is current?
Amidst the (trying to) studying, I find myself drifting to a beautiful little place, Akaroa, where you find the world's best fish and chips. =) I sure would like to go horse back riding over these slopes. Wheeee.....!
Tuesday, January 03, 2006
old joke I heard in primary school...
Once upon a time, there lived a princess, in a place far far far away.
This princess was special. She was the most beautiful princess in all the fairy tales ever told.
Unsurprisingly, there was also a witch. A most hideous witch, who despite all her powers would forever be ugly and remain bitterly jealous of the beautiful princess.
One day, when her jealousy overtook her, the witch kidnapped the princess and locked in a high tower.
Upon finding out that her daughter had been kidnapped, the king sent out a decree to the land, saying that whosoever rescues his daughter can have her hand in marraige.
A prince, obviously good looking and riding a white mare (whoops, don't forget the shining armour), volunteers. He bravely rides to the tower of death. He kicks down the front door, races up the steps on his valiant steed and bursts into the top chamber, with the splinters of the broken door preceding him. He raises his super powerful sword which was forged on the highest mountain in the darkest cave from some fallen meteor rock and poises to strike down the witch, but the witch grins, lifts her wand and casts a spell. The prince's super powerful sword melts and looks in disbelief as the witch turns him into a toad.
Another prince, obviously at least as good looking as the first and with the same white mare volunteers to go next. He replicates the actions of the first prince, and upon the witch, he raised his super powerful sword, crafted in the deepest ocean by the smartest crab from the very elements that formed the core of the earth. The witch blushed, because the prince was so good looking. Then, she lifted her wand, cast a spell, melted the super powerful sword and turned him into a toad.
The two toads hoped off together, in search of a princess willing to kiss them...
In the meantime, a third prince, not as good looking (almost ordinary in fact), riding a donkey, decides to rescue the princess. He opens the door to the tower. Labouringly, he trudges up the steps, and panting, he stumbles into the room where the witch stood waiting and the princess sat in fear. The prince unsheathed his very mysterious and very dark sword. The witch, having done this twice already, felt confident as she raised her wand and started her incantations. The sword did not melt! With a swift stroke, the prince parted the air and the witch's head from her neck. The princess was rescued and the prince was locked up in marraige forever and ever...
What kind of sword was the third prince wielding?
This princess was special. She was the most beautiful princess in all the fairy tales ever told.
Unsurprisingly, there was also a witch. A most hideous witch, who despite all her powers would forever be ugly and remain bitterly jealous of the beautiful princess.
One day, when her jealousy overtook her, the witch kidnapped the princess and locked in a high tower.
Upon finding out that her daughter had been kidnapped, the king sent out a decree to the land, saying that whosoever rescues his daughter can have her hand in marraige.
A prince, obviously good looking and riding a white mare (whoops, don't forget the shining armour), volunteers. He bravely rides to the tower of death. He kicks down the front door, races up the steps on his valiant steed and bursts into the top chamber, with the splinters of the broken door preceding him. He raises his super powerful sword which was forged on the highest mountain in the darkest cave from some fallen meteor rock and poises to strike down the witch, but the witch grins, lifts her wand and casts a spell. The prince's super powerful sword melts and looks in disbelief as the witch turns him into a toad.
Another prince, obviously at least as good looking as the first and with the same white mare volunteers to go next. He replicates the actions of the first prince, and upon the witch, he raised his super powerful sword, crafted in the deepest ocean by the smartest crab from the very elements that formed the core of the earth. The witch blushed, because the prince was so good looking. Then, she lifted her wand, cast a spell, melted the super powerful sword and turned him into a toad.
The two toads hoped off together, in search of a princess willing to kiss them...
In the meantime, a third prince, not as good looking (almost ordinary in fact), riding a donkey, decides to rescue the princess. He opens the door to the tower. Labouringly, he trudges up the steps, and panting, he stumbles into the room where the witch stood waiting and the princess sat in fear. The prince unsheathed his very mysterious and very dark sword. The witch, having done this twice already, felt confident as she raised her wand and started her incantations. The sword did not melt! With a swift stroke, the prince parted the air and the witch's head from her neck. The princess was rescued and the prince was locked up in marraige forever and ever...
What kind of sword was the third prince wielding?
Jan 1...the special day
What is it about January the first that makes it so special?
I spent the waning moments of 2005 and the birth of 2006 pondering this. Sitting in the car, amidst the unending honking in a traffic jam, I thought about...
1. New Year is a powerful day. People (some of them at least) set aside their problems, they lay aside the pessimism, and they say that the next 365 days will be different. They embarce hope. They immerse themselves in a belief that this year will be, can be better. And so they celebrate.
2. Everyday holds the same possiblities. There is this short clip in the movie, Jerry Maguire, where Maguire's mentor says, "I clap my hands in the morning when I wake up, because it is a brand new day!" Perhaps we should celebrate each new day as we celebrate each new year. Why should self-improving resolutions be limited to the first day of the year? Why should Jan 1 hold more hope that the other 364 days? I say, let's hope, live, and celebrate each day, because this day is new, it is special and there neither has been any like it nor will there be another one like it.
3. Positive thinking/living is a choice. It is not dependent on circumstances. No other day in the year is this contrast better illustrated than on Jan 1. On Jan 1, people write down resolutions and say, life from here on out WILL be different. These people gather up the chords of their lives and claim mastery over the circumstances that once beguiled them. Yet, in June and July, these same people may say, "I can't help it," or, "it's not my fault, it's the circumstances."
4. Positive thinking without positive action is a cunning deception. Resolutions without a solid action plan and a disciplined adherence are just that: resoultions...left to be renewed year after year, as part of tradition and festivities instead of a drive to be more than what you are.
5. Finally, I must admit that I was mostly thinking about what to eat and where to get it. Heh. Disturbed by the rumbling of my tummy (which could have been mistaken for El Nino), I thought to myself, this day really isn't that different from the others...
I spent the waning moments of 2005 and the birth of 2006 pondering this. Sitting in the car, amidst the unending honking in a traffic jam, I thought about...
1. New Year is a powerful day. People (some of them at least) set aside their problems, they lay aside the pessimism, and they say that the next 365 days will be different. They embarce hope. They immerse themselves in a belief that this year will be, can be better. And so they celebrate.
2. Everyday holds the same possiblities. There is this short clip in the movie, Jerry Maguire, where Maguire's mentor says, "I clap my hands in the morning when I wake up, because it is a brand new day!" Perhaps we should celebrate each new day as we celebrate each new year. Why should self-improving resolutions be limited to the first day of the year? Why should Jan 1 hold more hope that the other 364 days? I say, let's hope, live, and celebrate each day, because this day is new, it is special and there neither has been any like it nor will there be another one like it.
3. Positive thinking/living is a choice. It is not dependent on circumstances. No other day in the year is this contrast better illustrated than on Jan 1. On Jan 1, people write down resolutions and say, life from here on out WILL be different. These people gather up the chords of their lives and claim mastery over the circumstances that once beguiled them. Yet, in June and July, these same people may say, "I can't help it," or, "it's not my fault, it's the circumstances."
4. Positive thinking without positive action is a cunning deception. Resolutions without a solid action plan and a disciplined adherence are just that: resoultions...left to be renewed year after year, as part of tradition and festivities instead of a drive to be more than what you are.
5. Finally, I must admit that I was mostly thinking about what to eat and where to get it. Heh. Disturbed by the rumbling of my tummy (which could have been mistaken for El Nino), I thought to myself, this day really isn't that different from the others...
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