u and light sticks light my life

sometimes in the past, i used to think that i am so great and so nice. i think if the world was made up of many janets, the world will be fun and so world peace. its coz i am so loyal and nice and fair and not unreasonable.

then after the whole day with zoe's message, i admit that was a rather erroneous thinking. if the world is made up of entirely janets, there might not be nice photos, coz i only like to take photos of myself, and not take photos of others. there might not be any light sticks in the first place, coz i like to hoard all the nice stuff to myself and feel good that i have many of them, until they spoil (i dont know why i am like that). if the world was made up of janets, i think the photos wont get uploaded so fast and efficiently and the chorus board during praise and worship would be very substandard.

its funny that sometimes the people who make things happen, are actually the most controversial, or the very people i love to complain about. and i feel bad about it sometimes. though not always! duhhh.

if the world is made up of many clones of the controversial people, i think the world wont survive either. maybe the world will be filled with non-stop debating over nothing or the world will be echoing with very loud distinguishable laughter...i dont know.

i think the world needs a little bit of each kind of people to make it a nice world, and the world has to will to love each other a little bit more, not relying on just faith and hope that the person changes etc, coz you cant make a person change. and then it's true that amongst those three, the greatest is love, coz it's the hardest to do. only then the world might be a better place that moves forward.

i dont like to stir shit, or be the nasty thing, or be a shallow being (words people use to hurt)-- i often do things that are only retaliatory, only in defence, never for attacks. and words, small uncatchable things out of someone's mouth, are bullets that leave permanent imprints on my mind and in my heart.

things that are said in love to me, with things said in hatred-- are equally captured by me. even things that my dad say in frustration, what my manager say to me without thinking, i think i will carry them into my adulthood-- i have learnt what kind of things to say to make someone wither in the heart a little.

im drifting from my point, but after the message, i am convicted to try to love abit more. the most i will just sulk and shut up about it, i guess. :[ it's going to be a loooooooong way.

photobooth rocks!


kenneth's camera rocks!

the shape of my heart~

i was refering to A POP SONG in the facebook photo and now everybody thinks that i have a big heart. ssshhhhuuuuccks. classic case of putting a shoe in the horse's mouth! gahh shall not reply comments to the size of my heart and about bachelors for janet.