Random Thoughts

Some blogs are philosophical, while some just bitch about their daily happenings. What do i want to achieve with mine? I've actually posed this question to myself a number of times actually before starting my blog and the final answer was that i wanted it to somewhat be a reflection of my feelings and my thoughts. Unexpectedly, i couldn't make it to become one because when i have that sudden surge of feelings, i just do not know how to put it into words. Let me just quote one of this blogger that i've been reading on and off.

The perfection of imperfections

I've always compare myself to perfect people, always seeking perfection.
But then i slow down my pace and take a look around.
I realised there's no such thing as a perfect person or a perfect world.

Imperfection can be a form of beauty.
The beauty is that you know it does exist.

Isn't it just so magnificent? The way the person pictures life and then describing it the way the he/she views it? Sometimes, in fact, all the time, i admire people with such writing skills and such out of the box kind of thinking. Its great, i simply love it.

Ok, enough of such thoughts already that's making me jealous. Here's one song that i've been repeating over and over again on my winamp.

Its HOME by Michael Buble (ok, how do u make that stupid letter e with something on top?)

Another summer day
Is come and gone away
In Paris and Rome
But I wanna go home
Mmmmmmmm

Maybe surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
I just wanna go home
Oh I miss you, you know

And I’ve been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you
Each one a line or two
“I’m fine baby, how are you?”
Well I would send them but I know that it’s just not enough
My words were cold and flat
And you deserve more than that

Another aerorplane
Another sunny place
I’m lucky I know
But I wanna go home
Mmmm, I’ve got to go home

Let me go home
I’m just too far from where you are
I wanna come home

And I feel just like I’m living someone else’s life
It’s like I just stepped outside
When everything was going right
And I know just why you could not
Come along with me
But this was not your dream
But you always believe in me

Another winter day has come
And gone away
And even Paris and Rome
And I wanna go home
Let me go home

And I’m surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel alone
Oh, let go home
Oh, I miss you, you know

Let me go home
I’ve had my run
Baby, I’m done
I gotta go home
Let me go home
It will all right
I’ll be home tonight
I’m coming back home

Courageous or Stupidity?

Okie, its finally time for the town council to put up a fresh coat of paint for my block. I guessed they were suppose to start a week ago or so because all the necessary gadgets were all placed nicely at the void deck but nothing was done to it only until this Monday.

Before they even started, they prayed and offered offerings. This is the first time that i'm seeing this though and i was pretty surprised. Do indians pray to the same gods as the chinese do? That got a grin on my face though as i was very much tickled by that stupid thought of mine.

So they started washing the walls with the same machine used during the washing of the floors of the block. You know, that machine that churns out huge and strong jets of water... Yeah, that's the one i'm talking about. So, once they're done, i realised its time for me to do some cleaning on my part. My window panes were damn freaking dirty from the washing on the outside. Darn! More work for me.

I then stood on my table to clean the exterior of the window. Normally, i wouldn't winch at doing such a task ( i stay on the 15th storey by the way), but for some unknown reason, i started to get goosebumps every time i looked down to the plundering heights. I felt fear for the first time while cleaning windows. It was a kind of a weird feeling; a sudden burst of butterflies in your stomach and it led me thinking, those people who commit suicide by hurling themselves of great heights...

COURAGE or STUPIDITY???

If with the support of window grilles and i'm already getting all jittery, i can't imagine what is going through their minds at that point of time. Perhaps they are too bogged up with other matters that they do not realise what exactly they are doing. So this leads me to yet another point.

Suicidal people, are they courageous or stupid?

My stand? They are stupid. I mean, yeah, it sure take you lots of guts to commit suicide, be it hurling yourself over the building, slashing your wrist, popping yourself with medication, hanging yourself or the thousand and one ways of dying. However, facing up to your own problems shows more courage and guts rather than taking the easy way out of dying.

God gave us all a life for a purpose. If even an ant struggles to run after being trampled on, a cockroach scampering for dear life after being targetted as a pest. Needless to say, i feel that human beings should have more fighting spirit than other low beings. After all, we're God's prized possesion after His Son.

We should cherish life even more because He died so that we could live.