Today is the beginning of a new day

A Chinese girl rap me with this fight: 

"Cambodian ass need more slap/as I told you to rap another rap/maybe you can only wrap /pussy can make a nice wrap/failed rap can become a big wrap/wrap a big wrap and snap your wrap/rap a crap rap and eat your crap/don’t just sit in front of your lap/don’t hide under your cap/otherwise you will take my crap/this make you no where to step/now you are under my trap/u need to go home learn some rap/ I will buy you a big map/now you believe I can rap/you and I have a big gap!"

And I slapped her with this sharp knife:

I believe this is what you write--because It just simply isn't right-- the meaning is just fucking dire-- and I don't understand the reason why-- better education is the way to go by-- preparation is a better supply-- and your fucking brain should be revived (hahaha.....)-- new consideration should be conspired--  next time when you try-- have a think at least a fortnight--  new resolution is a better reply-- otherwise your rap is just in denail-- embarrassment will take over your pride-- Anger runs through your entire-- acceptance will be denied-- because rhyme isn't complied-- before putting up a fight-- at least try to learn samurai-- because you and I-- you and I....-- you just ain't wise (hahahaha)

But you have been admired--  realization occurs as hindsight-- your ability to rap is fucking recognized-- the inspiration's shed me some light-- my reply is to show you why-- and you should be honored for your whole life (hahhhaha)--  although I believe a mentor is by your side-- because rap doesn't just come to your fucking brain overnight-- now I'll give you a chance to redeem your life-- otherwise you won't survive-- say something that Cambodia is nice-- maybe I consider to buy-- Or blog your script with the copywright-- Or have your writing cited--  I would appreciate what you decide-- now this is enough to make you cry-- and I wait till your tear runs dry-- otherwise emotion runs high--  and you resort to commit suicide (I'm scared)-- I have no chance of getting reply-- because........you just ain't wise.....(hahaha....)

If a fairness ever exists, it must be from God. If a true love ever exists, it must be the love of God. In this world, there are lots of imperfection and like the old say "No one is perfect!". Life is only fair for God and that is from the assumption God is perfect.

I say this because it's unfair since life is started. Let's look at the biology side. There are millions of sperms produced just to match one egg to create a life. Out of all, only one sperm is needed and the rest gets trapped and sacrifies themseves for nothing. I don't understand why the nature does this but what I do understand is it happens for a reason! Why not produce only one strong sperm and go all the way for an egg, I wonder? Anyway, there is one lucky sperm alive and get an egg, in the end.






So what have we learned from this truth? We shouldn't believe in luck because luck doesn't carry you through the world. Instead, We have to try hard to get what we want because life is not fair. I believe the lucky sperm fights hard for his way for an egg. So if we try, the result will be the same as that lucky sperm. Yeah, great sucess!

Have you asked yourself that question before? If yes, I believe you are in the same situation as me. They say no one know you better than yourself. But it's not always true. It's 7 pm. Instead of studying, I'm looking around for other people and give mysellf an unexpected question "Who am I?" while sitting alone in the large tranquil library with a soft music hamming from my computer.

Such a naive question often pops up in my mind as if it want me to have a break from study but it often floats when i'm not in a good mood which makes it worse besides the fact that I can't get away from these haunting questions.

Sometimes, trying to answer such questions keeps my brain wandering around to an unlimitted profound state of mind.


But, I appreciate such a crazy thinking cos it kind of motivates me, and lighten up my spirit. Once people have fun too much, they tend to forget the sadness they had and the state of what they are currently doing and the goal they are going to achieve.


Yeah, I sometimes forget what I am doing here...

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room’s only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.

Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window. The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.

The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.

As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene. One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man couldn’t hear the band - he could see it. In his mind’s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with
descriptive words.

Days and weeks passed.

One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.

As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone. Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall. The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.

The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall. She said, “Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.”

Moral of the story

There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations. Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled. If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can’t buy.

So when? When you graduate and earn lots of money, when you have a beautiful wife or girl/boyfriend, when volentine's day, when you travel another country, when you become rich...etc?


There was always an obstacle along the way,an ordeal to get through, some work to be finished, some time to be given, a mother to be looked after, a bill to be paid. Then life would start.

The truth is "there is nobetter time to be happy than right now". If not this time, then when you think it will be?Your life will always be full of challenges. Your journey only ends when you do not exist in this world. And remember, tomorrow is always another day your life is shortened by. So, enjoy every moment.

Stop waiting for school to end, for a return to school, to lose ten pounds, to gain ten pounds, for work to begin, to get married, for Friday evening, for Sunday morning, waiting for a new car, for your mortgage to be paid off, for spring, for summer, for fall, for winter, for the first, or the fifteenth of the month, for your song to be played on the radio, for your lover coming back, to die, to be reborn before deciding to be happy.
 

This is an old song and yet still my favourite because it's just so meaningful. The beauty of it is that it reminds me of home, my parents and friends whenever I heard it.

Believe in yourself
in the power you have
to control your own life, day by day,

Believe in the strength
that you have deep inside,
and your faith will help
show you the way.

Believe in tomorrow
and what it will bring

let a hopeful heart carry you through,

For the things will work out
if you trust and believe
there's no limit
to what you can do.

(Author: Emily Matthews)

Have you ever cried when you watch a sad touching movie before?To be honest with you,I rarely cry just because of the movie but during this break,I pass my boring time by watching movies.One of which is a japanese drama movie titled "1 liter of tears".As how sad the title sounds,I also couldn't hold my tears.

I somehow thought I shouldn't have wasted my time watching it but this is worth watching it cos it gives me strenght, motivation, self-encouraging,a fond of self-esteem,and of course a heartbreaking.

It's based on the true story of Ikeuchi Aya's dairy since 1960.Aya is a smart,beautiful girl born in the middle class Japanese family whose dad owns a tofu shop.She lives in a happy life.

At the age of 15, it's discovered that she has a Spinocerebellar,a degenerative and fatal disease.The doctor said this disease will cause her to be unable to walk,move freely,have speaking difficulty,and finally death.Even in this difficult circumstance,she determines herself to continue to live on,and move forward even though she couldn't find the answer to her questions."What is the purpose of living?,what would my future be?"

What message I want to convey to you here is "always look forward for the sun to shine,the black cloud will soon fade away".

People look at one thing in different ways and thus view one thing in different ways.For a blind person,he gives treasure to those who have good eyes.In the eyes of disable person,it's fortunate to be able to walk more than anything.But would a normal person think that way???

The nation is made up of different people.Each person is good at something.Some are normal and some are disable.These are all compliment to each other because one inspires another.And it's all just the art work of God.