LIFE.....
by Baljinder Singh a/l Sarjeet Singh


what life mean to you? Maybe for someone it expresses feeling,for some its people that makes their life and for me life is a four alphabet letter that shows the path of my le weather its full of fun nor its thorny with darkness. Life is something that is not predictible and we as the slave of life have to obey with rules and nature of it. Maybe some of use rebels over it but who knows what will turn out to be our future. Past, present and future is still a question in my mond and yet it will be to me forever till the day of my dateline. Past is something to be remembered and make it useful for future but present is the momet that we go through every single day but yet question about the present. Our every single movement is written and played by our life. We are just a doll and will be playing its character till the end. Life teaches us a lot of things that can't be learned from book nor from people because every single human on this earth haves its own different life and we can't compare our life to them. Maybe from the outside appearance it looks just as healthy and happy but from inside it may turn out something different that we wouldn't expect. So thats why it is told generation by generation that create your own path you indeed will find your own success. Yet to find peace and happiness there is the hard way that most of them fail and leave at behind while some of them will suceed and are on the top of the world in their life. Thats the reason the word life is something that is beyond our thinking level and the Creator is the only one who knows the meaning of life. Journey of life is hard and makes you to quit it but who said we can quit it. Depends on our mentality and our will power that will takes us to the end of the race of life. We by ourself defines our own life wether it is a happy life nor it is a bad life.. and we can see here that life plays a major role in life wether it is good or not.


we can't run what we are doing and we can't change what are we doing. If it is something good there there is something behind the reason and if it bad there the reason something that turn out badly nor it depends on the persons mentality that changes him or her.. as for me I choose the right way because it has many advantages rather than the bad way although there is fun and everything that person can dream of. I was raised up with values that is priceless given by my parents and its the time that I use them in my life in every single path that I go on. Maybe sometime it triggers anger to other but we can't change what we are doing, yet we must continue what we are doing. We can't follow other people as other people is not same with us. They have their own mentality and we have ourown mental that acts by its own. Yes I do agree we can follow other people's footstep but not every single footstep because for each person it is different

Las Words

One day a girl, Sara, who was fifteen years old, came home from school in a very bad mood. She'd had a fight with her best friend that day and it hadn't turned out well at all.
"Sara!" her mom yelled. "What are you doing? You know to do your chores right when you get home! And you're late!"
"Coming, Mom!" Sara yelled, getting up and stomping towards the kitchen. "What?" she snapped as her mother gave her a stern look, annoyed.
"You'd better straighten up your attitude, young lady," her mom warned, "or you'll be grounded."
"Whatever." Sara began to throw around the dishes in the sink, trying to make as much noise as she possibly could. A plate cracked and cut her hand. Sara cursed.
"Sara!" her mom exclaimed. "How dare you use that language! Go to your room!"
"No!" Sara yelled, throwing down the towel she was using to wipe the blood off her hand.
"Do you want to say 'no' one more time and see what happens?" her mom asked. She looked furious.
"Sure," Sara said sarcastically. "No."
"How dare you!" Her mother slapped her.
Sara shrank back, staring incredulously at her mom. She had never hit Sara before.
"I HATE YOU!" Sara screamed before running out of the house.
"Sara, get back here!" her mom yelled, running after her.
"Leave me alone!" Sara screamed, running across the street. "I HATE YOU!" she screamed again.
She continued running until she heard the sound of screeching tires and a scream. She turned around, hoping that it wouldn't be what she thought it would be....
People were crowding around Sara's mother, who was laying in the middle of the street, looking broken, bloody.
"NOOOO!" Sara screamed, running over and pushing through everyone to kneel by her mom. "Oh no, oh no...."
Her mom wasn't moving or breathing. She was gone. Sara tipped back her head and wailed to the sky, sobbing so hard it hurt.
She couldn't believe the last words she had spoken to her mother were "I hate you".

To everyone out there who tells your parents or friends you hate them, or any other rude thing, remember it might be the last thing you ever say to them.

Is Heaven in the Yellow Pages?

Mommy went to Heaven, but I need her here today,
My tummy hurts and I fell down, I need her right away.

Operator can you tell me how to find her in this book?
Is heaven in the yellow part, I don't know where to look.

I think my daddy needs her too, at night I hear him cry.
I hear him call her name sometimes, but I really don't know why.

Maybe if I call her, she will hurry home to me.
Is Heaven very far away, is it across the sea?

She's been gone a long, long time she needs to come home now!
I really need to reach her, but I simply don't know how.

Help me find the number please, is it listed under "Heaven"?
I can't read these big big words, I am only seven.

I'm sorry operator, I didn't mean to make you cry,
Is your tummy hurting too, or is there something in your eye?

If I call my church maybe they will know.
Mommy said when we need help that's where we should go.

I found the number to my church tacked up on the wall.
Thank you operator, I'll give them a call.

by Donna J. Hoover

Preparing

Well as time reaching the deadline of my enrollment at Kppas, things is getting worse day by day. Horror is yet to come but i have already started to feel the cold chills. How would be my life for 3 years without my mom and all the fun, yes i know that this is the only was to success in life but 3 years!! thats ruff at this things is running on my mind. so get back to the storyline, got done with the papers and all the stuff that need to have signature on. next is just left packing and buying things up. well most of the things is at home because recently i have gone trough plkn so no need to waste money on buying things(huge relief on my mom). Dad and mom gave a new mobile and laptop so that i can still live my life in that glitz.

well there are some confession that i have to make before i step into other side of my life and who knows that what is planned by god for me.. I will miss my best buddy. He have been all my side for i can say half of my life and i can say that he is my angle that god send for me since primary. he stood right beside me when i was sad n and all the happiest moments i had in my life. and i always wanted that we remain friends for life(just typical movies type....how ironic)...

Moving on, well i hope that my life turn out to be interesting because i want that 3 years to pass as fast possible and within 3 years i want to succeed in my life and prove to other that i am what i am and no need to get review from other party about by IQ level. i will prove them when i will be the valedictorian of my graduate year. let other just shut their big fat mouth. I WILL PROVE YOU ALL!! just wait and see!!!

xoxoxo

Ghost!!!

Have you ever wonder is there something that we can't see but it exists? I did n i still do because i saw many cases that involves supernatural. Maybe its just the vibes and believes of the superstitious believing country but somethings do really exists.Now days people especially human being are not into this believe nor supernatural thing and this a good news! - but deep down we as a human being should not forget that we are not alone in this world.

Coming back to my discussion, supernatural is something called unexplained forces that lives among us. There are tons of supernatural stories, edited videos and even confession that we can find with just a click of a button. But the truth yet to be discovered by our ourself and i did(although it was not a good one). Believes depends on our mentality and our way of excepting things to ourselves. Maybe this things is just a creation to scare off children so that they behave or maybe it is true?? who knows.

Many so called adventure has been aired on the television such as 'Ghost Adventure' and 'Ghost Lab', but do you actually believe all those what they show. all i can see it just swearing and some scene that captures some stuff. Can you just believe it!!

CONCLUSION: it depends on a person mentality weather he or she wants to believe in supernatural...lets it just be mystery to everyone...

Sitting And Thinking

Here is was sitting at the kitchen and was thinking about my childhood and my high-school life.the time flew so fast that it feels like just a moment back i was sitting for my SPM exams. Dad bought me a new laptop n my mom gave a gift as she promised to me(handphone) and its is the last week so my so called honeymoon holidays. thinking back all the moments including the sad and the so bad fighting memories, feel so refreshed and brought a smile on my face. a smile of happiness and the satisfaction that every living human being on this planet would have know how it feels..

I wish i could grab all the moments i had in my life and put it on a box that i can open it and look it back every time when i want to...


anyways will update u with latest news,gossips n the meanest secret of people that u would die to get for....

Love of little boy..

A good reminder: "Take time to appreciate what you have now." --Dont miss reading this one

On the last day before Christmas, I hurried to go to the supermarket to buy the
remaining of the gift I didn't manage to buy earlier.

When I saw all the people there, I started to complain tomyself,"It is going to take forever here and I still have so many other places to go.
Christmas really is getting more and more annoying every year.How I wish I could just lie down, go to sleep and only wake up after it..."

Nonetheless, I made my way to the toy section, and there I started to curse the prices, wondering if after all kids really pla ywith such expensive toys.

While looking in the toy section, I noticed a small boy of about 5 years old, pressing a doll against his chest. He kept on touching the hair of the doll and looked so sad. I wondered who was this doll for. Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him, "Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?"

The old lady replied, "You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear."

Then she asked him to stay here for 5 minutes while she went to look around. She left quickly. The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.

Finally, I started to walk toward him and I asked him who did he want to give this doll to.
"It is the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for this Christmas. She was so sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her."

I replied to him that may be Santa Claus will bring it to her, after all, and not to worry. But he replied to me sadly.

"No, Santa Claus can not bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mother so that she can give it to her when she goes there."

His eyes were so sad while saying this.

"My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mummy will also go to see God very soon, so I thought that she could bring the doll with her to give it to my sister."

My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said, "I told daddy to tell mummy not to go yet. I asked him to wait until I come back from the supermarket."

Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me, "I also want mummy to take this photo with her so that she will not forget me."

I love my mummy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister."

Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.I quickly reached
for my wallet and took a few notes and said to the boy, "What if we checked
again, just in case if you have enough money?"

"Ok," he said. "I hope that I have enough."

I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it.
There was enough for the doll, and even some spare money.

The little boy said, "Thank you God for giving me enough money."

Then he looked at me and added,
"I asked yesterday before I slept for God to
make sure I have enough money to buy this doll so that mummy can give it to my sister. He heard me."
"I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mummy, but I didn't dare to ask God too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and the white rose."

"You know, my mummy loves white rose."

A few minutes later, the old lady came again and I left with my trolley. I
finished my shopping in a totally
different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my
mind.

Then I remembered a local newspaper article 2 days ago, which mentioned of a drunk man in a truck who hit a car where there was one young lady and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-assisting machine, because the young lady would not be able to get out of the coma.

Was this the family of the little boy?

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young lady had passed away.I couldn't stop myself and went to buy a bunch of white roses and I went to the mortuary where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wish before burial.

She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rosein her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. I left the place crying, feeling that my life had been changed forever. The love that this little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to that day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk man had taken all this away from him.