Sometimes I wonder, am i trying to find ways to justify my actions or it's actually the truth? I wanna lean towards the truth but i will end up with tonnes of excuses justifying my justified actions...hmm... dun tink i'm making much sense now... too tired.. running on so little sleep for the past few days
Hate it when ppl call me immature. thr's a difference in choosing to not know things that you actually know and in not knowing what's going on... I can c it, jux dat if i say it, u will justify it again... or mayb it's jux me...
Mayb sometimes it's better to be in dreamland, at least u know everything is not true.... unless dreams come true... gah, stop thinking...
treat ppl the way u wan to be treated... I saw a whole new diff level recently... u can change your way of treating ppl in order to get the way u wan to be treated, Totally disagree!!!
Man... sometimes dey can be a lil bit over controlling...or it's jux women, having standards dat guys dont understand.... LOL!
Emo post,
Hex
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Wat do u expect to c from yourself 20years later? =D
a life with regrets or a life with no regrets?
I don't want to have memories of me studying all the time during my uni life, but I don't wanna screw up my academics too, n I don't want to sacrifice sleep, I know I shouldn't too... Sigh... The photo on Facebook is sooo true!
easier said then being done, isn't that always the case?
Ppl say I shouldn't be too harsh on myself, am I? I don't know
gah, time management... priorities!!
a life with regrets or a life with no regrets?
I don't want to have memories of me studying all the time during my uni life, but I don't wanna screw up my academics too, n I don't want to sacrifice sleep, I know I shouldn't too... Sigh... The photo on Facebook is sooo true!
easier said then being done, isn't that always the case?
Ppl say I shouldn't be too harsh on myself, am I? I don't know
gah, time management... priorities!!
Saturday, December 3, 2011
U HAVE TO TRY IT!!
1) Google rainymood
2) Click the first link
3) Come back to this page and play the video:
4) Sit back and relax =D
Hope it removes some exam stress =D
Rainy sound reminds me of home =D
2) Click the first link
3) Come back to this page and play the video:
4) Sit back and relax =D
Hope it removes some exam stress =D
Rainy sound reminds me of home =D
Miss NG, it's nice working with u for the pass year, I wish u all the best and will keep you in my prayers. I believe God is working miracles in you =D
Will updates memories of you and me soon aft all my big projects =)
In the mean time, *Knocks head* wake up and finish your work!!!
stop thinking and start working
carnival day, new headphones, cookies, massive cooking, time management, conversations, people, sixth sense #tobeupdated
Will updates memories of you and me soon aft all my big projects =)
In the mean time, *Knocks head* wake up and finish your work!!!
stop thinking and start working
carnival day, new headphones, cookies, massive cooking, time management, conversations, people, sixth sense #tobeupdated
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Bible smugglers, sushi, BBT, karaeoke
To be updated.. hopefully when i'm more conscious with time in my hands
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Saw this very interesting quote
The capacity to be alone is the capacity to love. It may look paradoxical to you, but it is not. It is an existential truth: only those people who are capable of being alone are capable of love, of sharing, of going into the deepest core of the other person - without possessing the other, without becoming dependent on the other, without reducing the other to a thing, and without becoming addicted to the other. They allow the other absolute freedom, because they know that if the other leaves, they will be as happy as they are now. Their happiness cannot be taken by the other, because it is not given by the other.-Osho
Friday, November 11, 2011
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Today's horrible, hope it gets better in the second half! =D
Kept thinking about stuff that wont give me answers....
I know I shouldn't be interfering now and just wait, Patiently which is the hardest part
Been eating curry for the past few days, I can ki siao liao XD
taijiumeigenrenleishuohuawokeyifengle
Kept thinking about stuff that wont give me answers....
I know I shouldn't be interfering now and just wait, Patiently which is the hardest part
Been eating curry for the past few days, I can ki siao liao XD
taijiumeigenrenleishuohuawokeyifengle
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Something to remind me how lucky I am
Reason I arrived in Canada: To study
Reason Michel arrived in Canada: To escape from war
Child soldier forced to kill best friend at age 5
Former Congo resident, now a motivational speaker, to recount his experiences in Vancouver
Five-year-old Michel was under strict instructions from his father to be home at 6 p.m.
But after school that day he fell into a soccer game with some friends, and when it was time to head home, the self-described troublemaker decided to play a little longer. It was a decision that would set the course for the rest of his life.
Army trucks pulled up to the soccer pitch of the school, in the town of Beni in the eastern Democratic Republic of Congo. Soldiers jumped out and shouted at the kids to stand up. They shot one to scare the rest into submission.
"At first I thought maybe that this was a joke," said Michel Chikwanine, now 23, who will be in Vancouver on Thursday to speak at We Day.
Undeterred, and thinking the boy who had been shot was playing dead, which children were taught to do when there were bullets flying around, Chikwanine approached one of the soldiers, who was about 5-foot-7 and carrying an AK-47, yelling that his father would find the soldiers and beat him up unless they let him go. The soldier only laughed.
The soldiers forced the children into trucks, drove them for several hours along a bumpy road and then ordered them out.
"I remember the first step that I took out of the truck. I heard crunches underneath my feet and as I looked on the ground there were skeletons, and they were scattered all over the ground and there were hundreds of them," Chikwanine recalled.
The children were then told that they were going to be initiated into an army to free the Congo. One of the soldiers grabbed Chikwanine and started cutting his wrist. As he was screaming in pain, the soldier rubbed a mixture of cocaine and gunpowder into the wound, which was very painful, he recalled.
He was then blindfolded and forced to stand up as a soldier placed an AK-47 in his hands. It was so heavy that he dropped it at first, but a soldier picked it up, gave it back to him, placed his finger on the trigger and ordered him to shoot.
The blast was so powerful that it left his hand shaking and he dropped the gun again. Then the soldiers took off the blindfold.
"I was looking at my arm and there was blood dripping from it," Chikwanine recalled. "I looked at my shirt - at that time I was wearing a white Superman shirt because I used to love Superman - as I was looking at the shirt there was blood dripping from it as well. So I looked in front of me and I saw Kevin, my best friend, lying dead in a pool of his own blood.
"At five years old, I was forced to kill my best friend as a way of being initiated into an army."
Two weeks later, the boys were told that they were going to raid a village for food and supplies. As they were on their way, Chikwanine saw a clearing in the trees and decided to make a run for it. He ran through the jungle for three days, spending the cold nights sleeping under trees. Finally, he saw a store he recognized, the place his father used to take him to buy ice cream.
His father was in the store when the little boy ventured in, and began yelling at his son, asking him where he'd been.
The Congo at the time was embroiled in what is sometimes referred to as the Great War of Africa, which has killed more people, mostly through disease and starvation, than any interstate conflict since the Second World War. Many rebel armies passed through Chikwanine's town, killing politicians and raping women, always at night.
Chikwanine's father was a prominent human rights activist, writing stories for local and international media to try to tell the world what was happening.
As a result of his actions, Chikwanine's father was kidnapped by a particularly thuggish group of rebels, taken to a secret prison under the airport and tortured for seven months. When town residents found him, the 6-foot-8, 250-pound man with the commanding presence was a shell of his former self, unable to even stand on his own. Realizing the danger he was in, he contacted a friend in neighbouring Uganda and arranged to go into exile in that country.
Shortly after his father left, rebel soldiers came to the house looking for his father's writings. It was a Friday afternoon, Chikwanine recalled, and he was doing math homework when he heard gunshots outside his house. His mother and two older sisters started screaming for help.
"At 10 years old I was so traumatized by what I had done as a child soldier that every time I heard gunshots I kept hearing all these people that I'd killed, all these voices," Chikwanine said. "Eventually I just closed my eyes and I remember just running under my bed in tears. I started crying and I didn't know what to do. And I remember sitting underneath my bed thinking to myself 'What would my father do?' " He remembered that his father had told him he was the man of the house now and must protect his family, so he decided to venture out. As he was about to take his first step down the stairs, he heard the click of a gun behind his head. The soldier marched him down to the kitchen, where he was forced to watch his mother and two other sisters be raped by soldiers.
His two older sisters, ashamed of having been raped, ran away. The remaining family members - Chikwanine, his mother and younger sister - left in the middle of the night to join his father in Uganda. They lived for a year in a refugee camp in the north of the country before moving to the capital city of Kampala, where an office of the United Nations High Commission for Refugees is based. Chikwanine's father would wake up at 3 a.m. every morning and walk for three hours from the garage where the family lived to the UNHCR office, wait with thousands of other refugees all day in the faint hope that someone might help him.
When Chikwanine came home from school that day, he was shocked to find his normally stoic father sitting on the bed crying.
"Michel, always remember that great men and great women are not described by their money or their success, but rather by their heart and what they do for other people," Chikwanine recalled his father saying just before he died. The family later found out he had been poisoned.
His mother then took on the job of walking to the UNHCR every day, which was dangerous for a woman on her own, and officials were willing to listen to her now that her husband had been killed. They arranged for most of the family to emigrate to Canada.
Chikwanine's two older sisters, who had fled after being raped in the Congo, had made contact with the family in Kampala. But because they were older than 18 and had children of their own - the result of being raped as rebel wives after being kidnapped by soldiers - they were classified as separate families.
It was -42 C the day Chikwanine, his mother and his younger sister arrived in Ottawa in 2004. Chikwanine remembers stepping off the plane, feeling his face freeze, and turning right back around to get back on the plane. He asked his mother if they could come back when winter was over.
"I'll never forget that day for many different reasons," he said. "I think one of the things that stuck with me to this day is I remember looking up in the sky and the first thing that I noticed about Canada was that there were no bullets flying by."
Chikwanine now lives in Toronto and works as a motivational speaker for Me to We. He also helps arrange youth trips to volunteer abroad.
One of Chikwanine's older sisters eventually did make it to Canada, but only after being raped along with her daughter and submitting the police report to Citizenship and Immigration Canada to prove she was in danger.
The other sister never returned from a trip to collect her travel documents in 2006. The family assumes she is dead.
Read more: http://www.vancouversun.com/Child+soldier+forced+kill+best+friend/5536854/story.html#ixzz1adWZvcvS
Reason Michel arrived in Canada: To escape from war
Child soldier forced to kill best friend at age 5
Former Congo resident, now a motivational speaker, to recount his experiences in Vancouver
Five-year-old Michel was under strict instructions from his father to be home at 6 p.m.
But after school that day he fell into a soccer game with some friends, and when it was time to head home, the self-described troublemaker decided to play a little longer. It was a decision that would set the course for the rest of his life.
Army trucks pulled up to the soccer pitch of the school, in the town of Beni in the eastern Democratic Republic of Congo. Soldiers jumped out and shouted at the kids to stand up. They shot one to scare the rest into submission.
"At first I thought maybe that this was a joke," said Michel Chikwanine, now 23, who will be in Vancouver on Thursday to speak at We Day.
Undeterred, and thinking the boy who had been shot was playing dead, which children were taught to do when there were bullets flying around, Chikwanine approached one of the soldiers, who was about 5-foot-7 and carrying an AK-47, yelling that his father would find the soldiers and beat him up unless they let him go. The soldier only laughed.
The soldiers forced the children into trucks, drove them for several hours along a bumpy road and then ordered them out.
"I remember the first step that I took out of the truck. I heard crunches underneath my feet and as I looked on the ground there were skeletons, and they were scattered all over the ground and there were hundreds of them," Chikwanine recalled.
The children were then told that they were going to be initiated into an army to free the Congo. One of the soldiers grabbed Chikwanine and started cutting his wrist. As he was screaming in pain, the soldier rubbed a mixture of cocaine and gunpowder into the wound, which was very painful, he recalled.
He was then blindfolded and forced to stand up as a soldier placed an AK-47 in his hands. It was so heavy that he dropped it at first, but a soldier picked it up, gave it back to him, placed his finger on the trigger and ordered him to shoot.
The blast was so powerful that it left his hand shaking and he dropped the gun again. Then the soldiers took off the blindfold.
"I was looking at my arm and there was blood dripping from it," Chikwanine recalled. "I looked at my shirt - at that time I was wearing a white Superman shirt because I used to love Superman - as I was looking at the shirt there was blood dripping from it as well. So I looked in front of me and I saw Kevin, my best friend, lying dead in a pool of his own blood.
"At five years old, I was forced to kill my best friend as a way of being initiated into an army."
Two weeks later, the boys were told that they were going to raid a village for food and supplies. As they were on their way, Chikwanine saw a clearing in the trees and decided to make a run for it. He ran through the jungle for three days, spending the cold nights sleeping under trees. Finally, he saw a store he recognized, the place his father used to take him to buy ice cream.
His father was in the store when the little boy ventured in, and began yelling at his son, asking him where he'd been.
The Congo at the time was embroiled in what is sometimes referred to as the Great War of Africa, which has killed more people, mostly through disease and starvation, than any interstate conflict since the Second World War. Many rebel armies passed through Chikwanine's town, killing politicians and raping women, always at night.
Chikwanine's father was a prominent human rights activist, writing stories for local and international media to try to tell the world what was happening.
As a result of his actions, Chikwanine's father was kidnapped by a particularly thuggish group of rebels, taken to a secret prison under the airport and tortured for seven months. When town residents found him, the 6-foot-8, 250-pound man with the commanding presence was a shell of his former self, unable to even stand on his own. Realizing the danger he was in, he contacted a friend in neighbouring Uganda and arranged to go into exile in that country.
Shortly after his father left, rebel soldiers came to the house looking for his father's writings. It was a Friday afternoon, Chikwanine recalled, and he was doing math homework when he heard gunshots outside his house. His mother and two older sisters started screaming for help.
"At 10 years old I was so traumatized by what I had done as a child soldier that every time I heard gunshots I kept hearing all these people that I'd killed, all these voices," Chikwanine said. "Eventually I just closed my eyes and I remember just running under my bed in tears. I started crying and I didn't know what to do. And I remember sitting underneath my bed thinking to myself 'What would my father do?' " He remembered that his father had told him he was the man of the house now and must protect his family, so he decided to venture out. As he was about to take his first step down the stairs, he heard the click of a gun behind his head. The soldier marched him down to the kitchen, where he was forced to watch his mother and two other sisters be raped by soldiers.
His two older sisters, ashamed of having been raped, ran away. The remaining family members - Chikwanine, his mother and younger sister - left in the middle of the night to join his father in Uganda. They lived for a year in a refugee camp in the north of the country before moving to the capital city of Kampala, where an office of the United Nations High Commission for Refugees is based. Chikwanine's father would wake up at 3 a.m. every morning and walk for three hours from the garage where the family lived to the UNHCR office, wait with thousands of other refugees all day in the faint hope that someone might help him.
When Chikwanine came home from school that day, he was shocked to find his normally stoic father sitting on the bed crying.
"Michel, always remember that great men and great women are not described by their money or their success, but rather by their heart and what they do for other people," Chikwanine recalled his father saying just before he died. The family later found out he had been poisoned.
His mother then took on the job of walking to the UNHCR every day, which was dangerous for a woman on her own, and officials were willing to listen to her now that her husband had been killed. They arranged for most of the family to emigrate to Canada.
Chikwanine's two older sisters, who had fled after being raped in the Congo, had made contact with the family in Kampala. But because they were older than 18 and had children of their own - the result of being raped as rebel wives after being kidnapped by soldiers - they were classified as separate families.
It was -42 C the day Chikwanine, his mother and his younger sister arrived in Ottawa in 2004. Chikwanine remembers stepping off the plane, feeling his face freeze, and turning right back around to get back on the plane. He asked his mother if they could come back when winter was over.
"I'll never forget that day for many different reasons," he said. "I think one of the things that stuck with me to this day is I remember looking up in the sky and the first thing that I noticed about Canada was that there were no bullets flying by."
Chikwanine now lives in Toronto and works as a motivational speaker for Me to We. He also helps arrange youth trips to volunteer abroad.
One of Chikwanine's older sisters eventually did make it to Canada, but only after being raped along with her daughter and submitting the police report to Citizenship and Immigration Canada to prove she was in danger.
The other sister never returned from a trip to collect her travel documents in 2006. The family assumes she is dead.
Read more: http://www.vancouversun.com/Child+soldier+forced+kill+best+friend/5536854/story.html#ixzz1adWZvcvS
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Friday, September 30, 2011
When I sound funny
when I tell ppl this, I guess I should listen to myself too haha
Hexy
I can tell you that it's never easy, bt it's not impossible.
Hexy
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Eye see
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Soul Surfer
Highly recommend this movie to everyone!
The acting was ok, but the storyline is GREAT! So inspiring! and it's based on a true story!Been wanting to watch this movie since the beginning of the year and finally! I have no idea of all time, I picked the busiest time to watch this movie. It turns out to be worth it!! =D
God has His plan for each and everyone of us. When something bad happens, something good follows. There is ALWAYS a reason why God let that happen.
Before this movie, I used to feel a little annoyed about the fact that my English ain't as good as others which made me felt like I'm not on the same starting line. *spoiler alert* Bethany has only one arm, she doesn't have the same starting line as others too, yet she wants to be treated equally and strive for the best! Not having the same starting line as others made us strive harder and not leave us in a comfort zone. People tend to take things for granted when they are in a comfort zone, at least I tend to get lazy =P
*Imitating Barney in HIMYM*
When something bad happens....Wait for it.....wait for it.... Something good follows
(ok, i know it's a lame one, but it kinda works eh? =P)
Sometimes it's hard to c the good that follows, bt I'm SURE it's there.
"Interviewer: So Bethany, do you think you will surf again?
Bethany: I think? I KNOW!!"
Ok, I've got to stop writing to stop myself from eating these wonderfully-yummy-hard-to-resist-dark-chocolate-acai-blueberry-snack! *try saying that in one breath! ok i admit, it's not that hard*
Thank you Lord, been quite burn out for the past week, thank you for speaking to me through this movie,
You daughter, Hexy
The acting was ok, but the storyline is GREAT! So inspiring! and it's based on a true story!Been wanting to watch this movie since the beginning of the year and finally! I have no idea of all time, I picked the busiest time to watch this movie. It turns out to be worth it!! =D
God has His plan for each and everyone of us. When something bad happens, something good follows. There is ALWAYS a reason why God let that happen.
Before this movie, I used to feel a little annoyed about the fact that my English ain't as good as others which made me felt like I'm not on the same starting line. *spoiler alert* Bethany has only one arm, she doesn't have the same starting line as others too, yet she wants to be treated equally and strive for the best! Not having the same starting line as others made us strive harder and not leave us in a comfort zone. People tend to take things for granted when they are in a comfort zone, at least I tend to get lazy =P
*Imitating Barney in HIMYM*
When something bad happens....Wait for it.....wait for it.... Something good follows
(ok, i know it's a lame one, but it kinda works eh? =P)
Sometimes it's hard to c the good that follows, bt I'm SURE it's there.
"Interviewer: So Bethany, do you think you will surf again?
Bethany: I think? I KNOW!!"
Ok, I've got to stop writing to stop myself from eating these wonderfully-yummy-hard-to-resist-dark-chocolate-acai-blueberry-snack! *try saying that in one breath! ok i admit, it's not that hard*
Thank you Lord, been quite burn out for the past week, thank you for speaking to me through this movie,
You daughter, Hexy
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Lesson learned this week:
If you really take the opportunity to know people,
and not just judge them by how they behave,
you will discover wonderful things about them,
the meanest man can have the softest side in him.
Remember that Hexen.
Look at things with an open mind. *push brain door open*
Owh I wish it's that easy
and not just judge them by how they behave,
you will discover wonderful things about them,
the meanest man can have the softest side in him.
Remember that Hexen.
Look at things with an open mind. *push brain door open*
Owh I wish it's that easy
Saturday, September 17, 2011
I need a break!!
Too much things going on! I need a break or someone to talk to to figure things out..... hmm... This semester's getting more n more interesting! =D
- Niece compliment,read a book
- Enough sleep
- A dollar a day bring you really far away
- Basketball game
- Train crossing border
I really need to find some time to update these stories sometimes soon before it slips off my mind forever!!
*locks brain and swallows key
Till I poop the key out n open my brain,
Hex
- Niece compliment,read a book
- Enough sleep
- A dollar a day bring you really far away
- Basketball game
- Train crossing border
I really need to find some time to update these stories sometimes soon before it slips off my mind forever!!
*locks brain and swallows key
Till I poop the key out n open my brain,
Hex
Friday, September 9, 2011
LOL!
A New Element added to the Periodic Table...
Name: Girl
Symbol: Gl
Atomic Weight: Don't even dare 2 ask!
... Physical Properties: Boils at anytime,can freeze at anytime,melts if handled with love & care,very bitter if Mishandled
Chemical Properties:
Very Reactive, Highly Unstable,
Possess strong affinity 4 Gold,Platinum,Diamond & Other precious Metals
Money reducing agent,
Volatile when left alone.
Occurrence:
Mostly found in front of mirror.
Name: Girl
Symbol: Gl
Atomic Weight: Don't even dare 2 ask!
... Physical Properties: Boils at anytime,can freeze at anytime,melts if handled with love & care,very bitter if Mishandled
Chemical Properties:
Very Reactive, Highly Unstable,
Possess strong affinity 4 Gold,Platinum,Diamond & Other precious Metals
Money reducing agent,
Volatile when left alone.
Occurrence:
Mostly found in front of mirror.
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
What do you prefer? Hot or Smart?
An article that I find interesting reading it:
The original one is here: http://www.smh.com.au/lifestyle/dont-dumb-girls-down-20110829-1jh86.html#ixzz1XEnRcY1P
The next time you want to tell a little girl how cute she is, try something else instead.
From Sunday Life
I went to a dinner party at a friend's home last weekend, and met her five-year-old daughter for the first time. Little Maya was all curly brown hair and doe-like dark eyes, and adorable in her shiny pink nightgown. I wanted to squeal, "Maya, you're so cute! Look at you! Turn around and model that pretty ruffled gown, you gorgeous thing!" But I didn't. I squelched myself. I always bite my tongue when I meet little girls, restraining myself from my first impulse, which is to tell them how darn cute/pretty/beautiful/well-dressed/well-manicured/well-coiffed they are.
What's wrong with that? It's our culture's standard talking-to-little-girls icebreaker, isn't it? And why not give them a sincere compliment to boost their self-esteem? Because they are so darling I just want to burst when I meet them, honestly.
Hold that thought for just a moment.
In June, ABC News America reported that nearly half of all three- to six-year-old girls worry about being fat, while earlier this month, beauty pageants for children landed on Australian shores for the first time. In my book, Think: Straight Talk for Women to Stay Smart in a Dumbed-Down World, I reveal that 15 to 18 per cent of under-12 girls in the United States now wear mascara, eyeliner and lipstick regularly; eating disorders are up, and self-esteem is down; and 25 per cent of young American women would rather win America's Next Top Model than the Nobel Peace Prize. Even bright, successful, university-educated women say they'd rather be hot than smart. A Miami mother recently died from cosmetic surgery, leaving behind two teenagers. This keeps happening, and it breaks my heart.
Teaching girls that their appearance is the first thing you notice tells them that looks are more important than anything. It sets them up for dieting at age five and foundation at age 11 and boob jobs at 17 and Botox at 23. As our cultural imperative for girls to be hot 24/7 has become the new normal, women have become increasingly unhappy. What's missing? A life of meaning, a life of ideas and reading books and being valued for our thoughts and accomplishments.
That's why I force myself to talk to little girls as follows. "Maya," I said, crouching down at her level, looking into her eyes, "very nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you, too," she said in that trained, polite, talking-to-adults good-girl voice.
"Hey, what are you reading?" I asked, a twinkle in my eyes. I love books. I'm nuts for them. I let that show.
Her eyes got bigger, and the practised, polite facial expression gave way to genuine excitement over this topic. She paused, though, a little shy of me, a stranger.
"I love books," I said. "Do you?"
Most kids do.
"Yes," she said. "And I can read them all by myself!"
"Wow, amazing!" I said. And it is, for a five-year-old. You go on with your bad self, Maya.
"What's your favourite book?" I asked.
"I'll go get it! Can I read it to you?"
Purplicious was Maya's pick and a new one to me, as Maya snuggled next to me on the sofa and proudly read aloud every word about our heroine who loves pink but is tormented by a group of girls at school who only wear black. Alas, it was about girls and what they wore, and how their wardrobe choices defined their identity.
But after Maya closed the final page, I steered the conversation to the deeper issues in the book: mean girls and peer pressure and not going along with the group. I told her my favourite colour in the world is green, because I love nature, and she was down with that. Not once did we discuss clothes or hair or bodies or who was pretty. It's surprising how hard it is to stay away from those topics with little girls, but I'm stubborn.
I told her that I'd just written a book, and that I hoped she'd write one, too, one day. She was fairly psyched about that idea. We were both sad when Maya had to go to bed, but I told her next time to choose another book and we'd read it and talk about it. Oops. That got her too amped up to sleep, and she came down from her bedroom a few times, all hyped up.
So, one tiny bit of opposition to a culture that sends all the wrong messages to our girls. One tiny nudge towards valuing female brains. One brief moment of intentional role modelling. Will my few minutes with Maya change our multibillion-dollar beauty industry, reality shows that demean women, our celebrity-manic culture? No. But I did change Maya's perspective for at least that evening.
Try this the next time you meet a little girl. She may be surprised and unsure at first because few ask her about her mind, but be patient and stick with it. Ask her what she's reading. What does she like and dislike, and why? There are no wrong answers. You're just generating an intelligent conversation that respects her brain.
For older girls, ask her about current issues: pollution, wars, school budgets slashed. What bothers her out there in the world? How would she fix it if she had a magic wand? You may get some intriguing answers. Tell her about your ideas and accomplishments and your favourite books. Model for her what a thinking woman says and does.
Read more: http://www.smh.com.au/lifestyle/dont-dumb-girls-down-20110829-1jh86.html#ixzz1XEnRcY1P
The original one is here: http://www.smh.com.au/lifestyle/dont-dumb-girls-down-20110829-1jh86.html#ixzz1XEnRcY1P
The next time you want to tell a little girl how cute she is, try something else instead.
From Sunday Life
I went to a dinner party at a friend's home last weekend, and met her five-year-old daughter for the first time. Little Maya was all curly brown hair and doe-like dark eyes, and adorable in her shiny pink nightgown. I wanted to squeal, "Maya, you're so cute! Look at you! Turn around and model that pretty ruffled gown, you gorgeous thing!" But I didn't. I squelched myself. I always bite my tongue when I meet little girls, restraining myself from my first impulse, which is to tell them how darn cute/pretty/beautiful/well-dressed/well-manicured/well-coiffed they are.
What's wrong with that? It's our culture's standard talking-to-little-girls icebreaker, isn't it? And why not give them a sincere compliment to boost their self-esteem? Because they are so darling I just want to burst when I meet them, honestly.
Hold that thought for just a moment.
In June, ABC News America reported that nearly half of all three- to six-year-old girls worry about being fat, while earlier this month, beauty pageants for children landed on Australian shores for the first time. In my book, Think: Straight Talk for Women to Stay Smart in a Dumbed-Down World, I reveal that 15 to 18 per cent of under-12 girls in the United States now wear mascara, eyeliner and lipstick regularly; eating disorders are up, and self-esteem is down; and 25 per cent of young American women would rather win America's Next Top Model than the Nobel Peace Prize. Even bright, successful, university-educated women say they'd rather be hot than smart. A Miami mother recently died from cosmetic surgery, leaving behind two teenagers. This keeps happening, and it breaks my heart.
Teaching girls that their appearance is the first thing you notice tells them that looks are more important than anything. It sets them up for dieting at age five and foundation at age 11 and boob jobs at 17 and Botox at 23. As our cultural imperative for girls to be hot 24/7 has become the new normal, women have become increasingly unhappy. What's missing? A life of meaning, a life of ideas and reading books and being valued for our thoughts and accomplishments.
That's why I force myself to talk to little girls as follows. "Maya," I said, crouching down at her level, looking into her eyes, "very nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you, too," she said in that trained, polite, talking-to-adults good-girl voice.
"Hey, what are you reading?" I asked, a twinkle in my eyes. I love books. I'm nuts for them. I let that show.
Her eyes got bigger, and the practised, polite facial expression gave way to genuine excitement over this topic. She paused, though, a little shy of me, a stranger.
"I love books," I said. "Do you?"
Most kids do.
"Yes," she said. "And I can read them all by myself!"
"Wow, amazing!" I said. And it is, for a five-year-old. You go on with your bad self, Maya.
"What's your favourite book?" I asked.
"I'll go get it! Can I read it to you?"
Purplicious was Maya's pick and a new one to me, as Maya snuggled next to me on the sofa and proudly read aloud every word about our heroine who loves pink but is tormented by a group of girls at school who only wear black. Alas, it was about girls and what they wore, and how their wardrobe choices defined their identity.
But after Maya closed the final page, I steered the conversation to the deeper issues in the book: mean girls and peer pressure and not going along with the group. I told her my favourite colour in the world is green, because I love nature, and she was down with that. Not once did we discuss clothes or hair or bodies or who was pretty. It's surprising how hard it is to stay away from those topics with little girls, but I'm stubborn.
I told her that I'd just written a book, and that I hoped she'd write one, too, one day. She was fairly psyched about that idea. We were both sad when Maya had to go to bed, but I told her next time to choose another book and we'd read it and talk about it. Oops. That got her too amped up to sleep, and she came down from her bedroom a few times, all hyped up.
So, one tiny bit of opposition to a culture that sends all the wrong messages to our girls. One tiny nudge towards valuing female brains. One brief moment of intentional role modelling. Will my few minutes with Maya change our multibillion-dollar beauty industry, reality shows that demean women, our celebrity-manic culture? No. But I did change Maya's perspective for at least that evening.
Try this the next time you meet a little girl. She may be surprised and unsure at first because few ask her about her mind, but be patient and stick with it. Ask her what she's reading. What does she like and dislike, and why? There are no wrong answers. You're just generating an intelligent conversation that respects her brain.
For older girls, ask her about current issues: pollution, wars, school budgets slashed. What bothers her out there in the world? How would she fix it if she had a magic wand? You may get some intriguing answers. Tell her about your ideas and accomplishments and your favourite books. Model for her what a thinking woman says and does.
Read more: http://www.smh.com.au/lifestyle/dont-dumb-girls-down-20110829-1jh86.html#ixzz1XEnRcY1P
Cool Magic, Interesting Philosophy
Magic is the only honest profession, he promises to deceive u, and he does,
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Inspiring
Stumble upon this three really awesomely put together video, I LOVE the "Learn" part especially =) (and the "Eat" part too! hehehe)
Description for the videos:
3 guys, 44 days, 11 countries, 18 flights, 38 thousand miles, an exploding volcano, 2 cameras and almost a terabyte of footage... all to turn 3 ambitious linear concepts based on movement, learning and food ....into 3 beautiful and hopefully compelling short films.....
= a trip of a lifetime.
move, eat, learn
Rick Mereki : Director, producer, additional camera and editing
Tim White : DOP, producer, primary editing, sound
Andrew Lees : Actor, mover, groover
"Move"
"Eat"
"Learn" - My most favorite one!
Enjoy!
P/S: Thr's another link on the title too! =P =P
Description for the videos:
3 guys, 44 days, 11 countries, 18 flights, 38 thousand miles, an exploding volcano, 2 cameras and almost a terabyte of footage... all to turn 3 ambitious linear concepts based on movement, learning and food ....into 3 beautiful and hopefully compelling short films.....
= a trip of a lifetime.
move, eat, learn
Rick Mereki : Director, producer, additional camera and editing
Tim White : DOP, producer, primary editing, sound
Andrew Lees : Actor, mover, groover
"Move"
"Eat"
"Learn" - My most favorite one!
Enjoy!
P/S: Thr's another link on the title too! =P =P
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Friday, August 5, 2011
Bad ppl, Good ppl
Do we need bad ppl to know how a good ppl looks like when we meet one?
imagine the whole world with jux good ppl,
would thr're be the word 'nice ppl' anymore?
imagine the whole world with jux good ppl,
would thr're be the word 'nice ppl' anymore?
Thursday, August 4, 2011
Reminder
1) Look at what I have, not was I dont have
2) Stop worrying about things that I cant change by just thinking, so STOP THINKING Hexen *knocks head* (haha smth nostlagic jux popped up while i knocked my head =P)and give it a rest. I guess it's true dat women can't stop thinking~~ or mayb jux me when i have too much free time XD
3) dun overcomplicate things, rmb math class? simplify equations? (gosh! took me 10 times to get 'simplify' typed properly!)
4) over creative imagination can sometimes give u nightmares, dun b too creative Hexen
5) do things one at a time, multi-tasking = more inefficient, myth busted! dun tink it's a myth.. hmm... owh well..
6) do things that will make you happy =) friends make me happy, so u know who u are ppl!! talk to me!! XD hang out time needed folks! (hmm.. saying folks makes me feel old) XD
7) Read more, especially my new bible! hehehe
8) Plan thing in advance, nvr leave things last minute!! >.< super hard le... dun even know wat's happening in future, how to plan? *cough* excuse *cough* (Hexen's having split personality XD
9) Have fun n enjoy LIFE!! It's LIFE!! wooo~~~~~
10) make sure the list I make can be achieved!! =)
Hopefully the future me will read bak without feeling ashamed XD
yours,
Hexen from 10min ago XD
2) Stop worrying about things that I cant change by just thinking, so STOP THINKING Hexen *knocks head* (haha smth nostlagic jux popped up while i knocked my head =P)and give it a rest. I guess it's true dat women can't stop thinking~~ or mayb jux me when i have too much free time XD
3) dun overcomplicate things, rmb math class? simplify equations? (gosh! took me 10 times to get 'simplify' typed properly!)
4) over creative imagination can sometimes give u nightmares, dun b too creative Hexen
5) do things one at a time, multi-tasking = more inefficient, myth busted! dun tink it's a myth.. hmm... owh well..
6) do things that will make you happy =) friends make me happy, so u know who u are ppl!! talk to me!! XD hang out time needed folks! (hmm.. saying folks makes me feel old) XD
7) Read more, especially my new bible! hehehe
8) Plan thing in advance, nvr leave things last minute!! >.< super hard le... dun even know wat's happening in future, how to plan? *cough* excuse *cough* (Hexen's having split personality XD
9) Have fun n enjoy LIFE!! It's LIFE!! wooo~~~~~
10) make sure the list I make can be achieved!! =)
Hopefully the future me will read bak without feeling ashamed XD
yours,
Hexen from 10min ago XD
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Nightmare
I woke up at 3:55am this morning bcox of a nightmare... My heartbeat was beating so fast and my body's sweating like nobody's business (was gonna use sweat like a dog bt dog doesnt actually sweat so yeah) anyways, bak to the topic, it felt so scary! It's like i'm in a horror movie and i'm the main actress in the movie (if it's a real movie,it'll definitely b a oscar winning movie hehehe)
anyways from the point i can rmb about the dream was me entering a warehouse-ish circus with game machines kinda thing around... sounds like a very good beginning for a scary movie eh? in the whole big warehouse, there is only this small little girl staring at you with her innocent eyes. I can faintly hear the voices of a couple tough guys at the far bak of the warehouse which i think the point is that they didn't know I was inside. However, for some reason like a movie, i can c the image of what those guys are doing: drinking beer playing pool smoking n laughing~~ I just stood there as soon as I saw the little innocent girl... bfore I started saying anything, the little girl approached me and ask: Can I hug you pls? with the biggest smile on her face. For some reason that I don't know I start to feel scared.... i think in the dream world i had, there're cases whr little girl are asked to hug strangers n force them to give them candy/money in order for them to let go of u, for some reason the hug is a very scary hug, it's accompanied by high frequency screams n tonnes of hopping! In my dreams I refused to conform n tried really hard to battle with the little girl. the only thing i rmb is my heart is pumping so fast right aft i manage to make her fall down (sounds very cruel of me to drop the kid bt it felt so scary dat time!!) n run for my life, just when the guys realize i'm escaping n is chasing aft me, i woke up sweating like mad!
weirdest nightmare! creepy lil girl hugs hehehehe
i wonder how would mr freud explain this dream XD
anyways from the point i can rmb about the dream was me entering a warehouse-ish circus with game machines kinda thing around... sounds like a very good beginning for a scary movie eh? in the whole big warehouse, there is only this small little girl staring at you with her innocent eyes. I can faintly hear the voices of a couple tough guys at the far bak of the warehouse which i think the point is that they didn't know I was inside. However, for some reason like a movie, i can c the image of what those guys are doing: drinking beer playing pool smoking n laughing~~ I just stood there as soon as I saw the little innocent girl... bfore I started saying anything, the little girl approached me and ask: Can I hug you pls? with the biggest smile on her face. For some reason that I don't know I start to feel scared.... i think in the dream world i had, there're cases whr little girl are asked to hug strangers n force them to give them candy/money in order for them to let go of u, for some reason the hug is a very scary hug, it's accompanied by high frequency screams n tonnes of hopping! In my dreams I refused to conform n tried really hard to battle with the little girl. the only thing i rmb is my heart is pumping so fast right aft i manage to make her fall down (sounds very cruel of me to drop the kid bt it felt so scary dat time!!) n run for my life, just when the guys realize i'm escaping n is chasing aft me, i woke up sweating like mad!
weirdest nightmare! creepy lil girl hugs hehehehe
i wonder how would mr freud explain this dream XD
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Cuteness overdose!
You HAVE to check this out!!!
Adorable, cute, chubby, screams!!
have fun watching!!
Currently overdosed in cuteness,
Hexen Ong
Adorable, cute, chubby, screams!!
have fun watching!!
Currently overdosed in cuteness,
Hexen Ong
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Friday, March 25, 2011
爱
是一件多么美妙的东西
爱能让我们将对方的内心世界看得比别人清楚,
有了爱,小小的一个动作都可以让对方感到窝心,
有了爱,不管是多么难笑的笑话,我们都能看得见对方想逗我们开心的用心,
相同的,如果我们用爱看待这个世界,用爱对待别人,不知道这个世界会不会变得更简单,更温暖呢?
爱能让我们将对方的内心世界看得比别人清楚,
有了爱,小小的一个动作都可以让对方感到窝心,
有了爱,不管是多么难笑的笑话,我们都能看得见对方想逗我们开心的用心,
相同的,如果我们用爱看待这个世界,用爱对待别人,不知道这个世界会不会变得更简单,更温暖呢?
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Wonderful first day of semester!
Started my first day of classes by going to the hospital to visit my friend! It's been really nice to see her aft such a long time =D she turned prettier aft the break!
Aft picking her up from the sun room, we went bak to her room to spend some time together. Found out that she had a wonderful Xmas and New Year! Both of us enjoyed shopping and hates dentists! hahahahahahaha It was just so inspiring spending time with her. Seeing her recover little by little, with the effort that she put in, the struggles that she had gone through, is ever so inspiring! And I felt that we've built a mo qi (something like knowing how each other feels) between each other. I'm really glad that she is willing to open up to me. From her I learnt the gift of paying attention and just listen carefully. Like I said before, if you are willing to share, there are ppl willing to care. Same goes the other way round too! If you are willing to care, someone is willing to share! That's what I felt from her! =D Thanks for being in my life dear friend =D Can't wait to see you next Monday! =D
Aft the visit, I came back home and continue eating the food I made bfore I left hehehehe (was too rush to finish it up cox it was too hot) hehehe watched a video, fell asleep halfway hehehe
Woke up pretty late and end up rushing to class in a blur mode of not knowing what to expect. Luckily the class was just an introduction heheheh phew! =P Met the girl I met during skating trip, we have so many classes in common!! hehehehehe looks like we're gonna spend quite a lot of time together! hehehehe
Came bak n made some pasta for dinner and lunch for the next day. It was yummy hehehhee
Went out at about 7pm to DG group. Met up with Dhinaa to grab my work and study application form from her =D We talked a bit about last night. (hmm.. sounds wrong.. hahaha)
Went for my DG aft that. Today we share about what has 2010 did to us and wat we want to achieve in 2011. A lot had happened in 2010. Good things and bad things happened in 2010. Bt whatever that has happened, both good and bad events have all turned into memories. Good sweet memories =D It's interesting to know that no matter how bitter things went, it all turn into sweet memories when you look bak =D (sometimes u will just laughed at urself when looking bak hehe)
One MAJOR thing that I would like to share here:
In the DG session, we are told to write down how much time we spent per week in the 16 things that I will list below:
1) Social activities
2) Being in class
3) Homework
4) TV & Movies
5) Reading
6) Exercise
7) Sleep
8) Preparing & Eating meals
9) Internet (fb, msn n stuff)
10) Hygiene
11) Travel time (time you take to travel to classes)
12) Errants (like groceries, pay bills)
13) Work
14) Devotional time
15) Ministry related stuff
16) Other stuff (which for my case, volunteer drops here)
It was a wake up call in showing how unbalanced I have spent my time on things that I shouldnt spend that much time on. I need to reorganized my time and discipline myself more! =D
It's so unbalanced that I feel so shy to share it out =P bt one thing I can tell is that the time I spend on internet is WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY longer than the time I spend for God. *shame shame*
Need to change that =D someone pls help me be acountable! (thx koko for correcting me!) =P
One small embarrassing to share before I close, hopefully can make someone laugh (someone better laugh, if not i mempersiasuikan myself for nothing):
When we're asking what we want to achieve in 2011, i intended to say more sharing with ppl
instead, i end up saying more SCARING with ppl...
Happy new semester ppl!! New Semester, New Beginning! =D
Stay positive!!
Hexen <3
Aft picking her up from the sun room, we went bak to her room to spend some time together. Found out that she had a wonderful Xmas and New Year! Both of us enjoyed shopping and hates dentists! hahahahahahaha It was just so inspiring spending time with her. Seeing her recover little by little, with the effort that she put in, the struggles that she had gone through, is ever so inspiring! And I felt that we've built a mo qi (something like knowing how each other feels) between each other. I'm really glad that she is willing to open up to me. From her I learnt the gift of paying attention and just listen carefully. Like I said before, if you are willing to share, there are ppl willing to care. Same goes the other way round too! If you are willing to care, someone is willing to share! That's what I felt from her! =D Thanks for being in my life dear friend =D Can't wait to see you next Monday! =D
Aft the visit, I came back home and continue eating the food I made bfore I left hehehehe (was too rush to finish it up cox it was too hot) hehehe watched a video, fell asleep halfway hehehe
Woke up pretty late and end up rushing to class in a blur mode of not knowing what to expect. Luckily the class was just an introduction heheheh phew! =P Met the girl I met during skating trip, we have so many classes in common!! hehehehehe looks like we're gonna spend quite a lot of time together! hehehehe
Came bak n made some pasta for dinner and lunch for the next day. It was yummy hehehhee
Went out at about 7pm to DG group. Met up with Dhinaa to grab my work and study application form from her =D We talked a bit about last night. (hmm.. sounds wrong.. hahaha)
Went for my DG aft that. Today we share about what has 2010 did to us and wat we want to achieve in 2011. A lot had happened in 2010. Good things and bad things happened in 2010. Bt whatever that has happened, both good and bad events have all turned into memories. Good sweet memories =D It's interesting to know that no matter how bitter things went, it all turn into sweet memories when you look bak =D (sometimes u will just laughed at urself when looking bak hehe)
One MAJOR thing that I would like to share here:
In the DG session, we are told to write down how much time we spent per week in the 16 things that I will list below:
1) Social activities
2) Being in class
3) Homework
4) TV & Movies
5) Reading
6) Exercise
7) Sleep
8) Preparing & Eating meals
9) Internet (fb, msn n stuff)
10) Hygiene
11) Travel time (time you take to travel to classes)
12) Errants (like groceries, pay bills)
13) Work
14) Devotional time
15) Ministry related stuff
16) Other stuff (which for my case, volunteer drops here)
It was a wake up call in showing how unbalanced I have spent my time on things that I shouldnt spend that much time on. I need to reorganized my time and discipline myself more! =D
It's so unbalanced that I feel so shy to share it out =P bt one thing I can tell is that the time I spend on internet is WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY longer than the time I spend for God. *shame shame*
Need to change that =D someone pls help me be acountable! (thx koko for correcting me!) =P
One small embarrassing to share before I close, hopefully can make someone laugh (someone better laugh, if not i mempersiasuikan myself for nothing):
When we're asking what we want to achieve in 2011, i intended to say more sharing with ppl
instead, i end up saying more SCARING with ppl...
Happy new semester ppl!! New Semester, New Beginning! =D
Stay positive!!
Hexen <3
Saturday, January 8, 2011
so much things going on in my mind now...
housing, studies, money, time, work and a few more...
so much things that I need to do...
so much things that I need to settle...
too much to the extend i just hope that I can just shut down my mind n not think of anything at all...
Can someone tell me where is the shut down button for my mind?
housing, studies, money, time, work and a few more...
so much things that I need to do...
so much things that I need to settle...
too much to the extend i just hope that I can just shut down my mind n not think of anything at all...
Can someone tell me where is the shut down button for my mind?
Sunday, January 2, 2011
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