upgrade?

okok...i just had to...get a new handphone. My current model wasn't chic enough..i felt jealous that others were more engrossed in their iPhone's or that they could laugh and giggle with their piece of metal in their hand. I had to make more of my life....iPhone sounds tantalising...all those apps and the things we could do....but i know this techno phobic counselor that I am wouldn't use the equipment to its best. I would be the laughing stock on the MRT or on the bus....such a trendy phone but a lost user....lost loser? I couldn't take the humiliation....too much for my heart...sooooooo

i just upgraded...simple upgrade...but I feel i belong again...Why? becos it's a new toy...a new experience...

isn't life funny....????????

T-shirts

Do you wear t-shirts? Cool aren't they? Do people comment on your t-shirt designs, or what your t shirt says? Quite often we wear t shirts to say something out loud, to express ourselves subtedly. Have you heard the expression, "wear your heart on your sleeve?" Imagine if your t- shirt could speak from your heart-what would it say? What is more important-your intention or your actions? Wearing what is on your sleeve might seem clever but it doesn't necessarily speak sincerely...what we say has to match with what we do...the talk and walk metaphor

Wear integrity....wear respect.......wear tolerance......wear love.....and walk the talk!

Space is SACRED

an open space....it's sacred these days. I was past the park the other day and i noticed this interesting incident- a group of graffiti sidewalk designers were getting edgy with another group of footballers who had their gear stacked up against a wall that they wanted to decorate. I decided to watch what would happen; the graffitti guys were just hanging around, but you could tell they were getting agitated by their impatience. The footballers just were oblivious with what was happening, and were entrenched in their game. I think what was running through the mind of the graffiti guys was, "if we move their stuff, they wouldn't notice, right?" Space is sacred these days. We defend what we take rightfully as ours....as the world gets more crowded, we get paranoid that we wouldn't have any space for ourselves.

Space doesn't necessarily need to define us-we should define the space we're in!

selah

Face the book or be twittered!

Have you got an account on Twitter? Have you opened up your soul on Facebook? Everybody's into twitter and facebooking(it's even become part of our language) When I read Animal Farm in my teens, I was terrified about 'Big Brother' following me....developing an Orwellian type of society was terrifying....but come to think of it, computers were cumbersome and not so readily available then; internet was military classified. How things have changed! here we live in a virtual world where connections of the fibre optics kind is essential.....Question I ask is......where is the heart in all of this? It is fun to have facebook and fun but laborious to be followed on twitter, but where does it really lead us to? Invasion of privacy or information overload? Where are the boundaries? Wait a minute....are there any boundaries any more? Technology is great to have in terms of efficiency and speed and time, but where is the heart in all of this...?

It is easy to blame the media, but we make our own choices when we have the options given to us. We choose to invite people into facebook; we choose to decide on what is twittered. Strange how the tables are now subtly turned around so that we need to exercise control....or not....

Maybe that is where the heart is.....it's in the conscience of our decisions....

SELAH

MJ

Signature moves; a lifestyle documented by the paparazzi; a need for companionship and acceptance;a need for normalcy-that was the life of MJ, the King of Pop. The press is going to enjoy what happens now....I wonder if Martin Bashir will revisit Neverneverland...but he might not be allowed in....I remember MJ as a talented Afro-American teen, in his album "Off the Wall"...I heard Billy Jean and I knew we had a winner on our hands...then I heard Man in the Mirror....that song would be the song of today's generation...a generation looking for their true self but clouded in this fog of materialism and consumerism...it was a song that asked the question...Who is the real me? A song every counselor ought to put into his iPOD.

Who was the real MJ? A frightened little boy, put on the stage at an early age by his father and with his brothers made history...but MJ had a dream...he pursued it with reckless abandon...he developed his own style, his own moves...he became an icon.

MJ we will miss ur individuality....your uniqueness....YOU

Life

You decided
You chose
I inhaled
Life
This heart
Your blood
Life
This mouth
these words
Life
These hands
These feet
Your path
Eternity
Life

44

44 years of age....that's how old i am on the 20th of June...old, young, matured...how best to see it? Age.....it's a sensitive topic, a well worn conversation piece and a trajectile that can be used as a double edged sword. Why women cant reveal their age (when physical manifestations show otherwise), why children at a certain age are considered cute and cuddly, why grand pa and grand ma in their tottering years feel discarded and left on the shelf, we really haven't been able to understand. One thing we know, the numbers increase-maybe that is the best way to view age? As the numbers grow bigger, it depicts the value of our lives....our values as individuals increase, our sense of worth becomes more appreciated.

Age to me is really a marker. A marker, not a tombstone, not a millstone. A marker. Birthdays are brief pitstops under these markers, giving us an opportunity to reflect and see how far we have come, how much we have grown and in a humble attitude, acknowledge how much more time has been graciously given to us to discover more about ourselves and those around us-how we can improve the quality of our life and the lives of those around us...

SELAH