Since I'm an idiot, I totally forgot to write yesterday. Whaaaaat, only the fifth day and I managed to forget... but I have this chronic short-term memory... and I also have ADD... (boo-ed by readers). Fine, fine, jeez. So to make up for it, today is the double grateful day!
First of all, as per my lovely friend's suggestion, I am grateful because I remember to be grateful, and thus I write on this blog again.
I often think that life is hard; it's so hard I've lost counts on how many times I want to jump from a tall building, or jump in front of a moving bus. I'm way too chicken to do that, of course! Besides, I believe Hell exists, so if I kill myself, I'll go to Hell where they'll fry me again, again, and again. Now I don't want that happening to me, see! If I keep on living, there might be chances, though low as it might be, that I can go to Heaven. To be honest, in-between not reading bible, and sometimes skipping church, and being overall bitter to the world, I kind of think there is no saving me. Do you know this statement from internet (bless you, internet): 'I will go to hell riding your c*BLEEP*k'. Pretty much it's gonna happen to me, because my next thing to be grateful of is...
PORN. *cough* Just kidding.
Well. Actually. Not really.
Maybe.
I'll definitely need to think something else to be grateful of... so probably today will be just Day 5.
Over and out!
Friday, July 8, 2011
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Day 4: Being grateful because no one is there!
Mostly. Peps in my company had a meeting offsite today. The office was pretty much deserted, except for 9 peps. No boss = Bludge, which what I exactly did.
After being stressed out because of work, a bludging day was just what I needed! Oh I still worked, just slowed down considerably! Haha, they should have done this more often.
Well... we are always busy in the office. I very rarely bludge because I hate being idle, and rather than being idle, I would always ask my boss if there was anything to do, if he needed help on anything, if he could teach me something. Being idle means that I will start thinking about bad stuffs, so I just like being busy. There is always this sense of accomplishment when you finish a task.
Of course all work and no play make you a very dull person... I think that's what happening with me lately.
So I am glad for today. And I think a few others will agree with me!
After being stressed out because of work, a bludging day was just what I needed! Oh I still worked, just slowed down considerably! Haha, they should have done this more often.
Well... we are always busy in the office. I very rarely bludge because I hate being idle, and rather than being idle, I would always ask my boss if there was anything to do, if he needed help on anything, if he could teach me something. Being idle means that I will start thinking about bad stuffs, so I just like being busy. There is always this sense of accomplishment when you finish a task.
Of course all work and no play make you a very dull person... I think that's what happening with me lately.
So I am glad for today. And I think a few others will agree with me!
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Day 3: Being grateful for all that jazz!
Always love the Jazz. Messy one. Smooth one. Piano. Saxophone. Singing voice. Just instruments.
I'm amazed on the messy jazz particularly. By itself, the instrument produces a deafening racket. But you put all these racket together, and somehow those messy tunes combine to produce a beautiful, energetic piece. Chaos that stays as chaos, but gains order, though as loose as it is.
Not to be listened when your mind is crowded though. You need a right kind of mood to listen to that kind of jazz. Too much chaos isn't too good for you!
I do prefer the instrumental to the one with the vocalist. The instrumental jazz creates more melancholic mood. The piano delivers very amazing range to emotions. The second best instrument for jazz, I would say, is a guitar. There are some jazz that is better delivered by piano, some by guitar. I never truly like when it's played with saxophone, I wonder why.
Yeah, so I'm just grateful with jazz. I can't even crack a joke, because jazz is that awesome.
Peace out, I'm gonna turn into a hippie.
Duuuuude...
I'm amazed on the messy jazz particularly. By itself, the instrument produces a deafening racket. But you put all these racket together, and somehow those messy tunes combine to produce a beautiful, energetic piece. Chaos that stays as chaos, but gains order, though as loose as it is.
Not to be listened when your mind is crowded though. You need a right kind of mood to listen to that kind of jazz. Too much chaos isn't too good for you!
I do prefer the instrumental to the one with the vocalist. The instrumental jazz creates more melancholic mood. The piano delivers very amazing range to emotions. The second best instrument for jazz, I would say, is a guitar. There are some jazz that is better delivered by piano, some by guitar. I never truly like when it's played with saxophone, I wonder why.
Yeah, so I'm just grateful with jazz. I can't even crack a joke, because jazz is that awesome.
Peace out, I'm gonna turn into a hippie.
Duuuuude...
Monday, July 4, 2011
Day 2: Being grateful for the technology...
...especially for my lovely desktop computer and its equally lovely applications!
Today I went home from work feeling suicidal to the point of wondering whether I should call the suicide hotline or not. Of course I didn't! I would probably be labelled 'not suicidal enough'. Funny, is there a level of being suicidal, I thought being suicidal is kind of the point of where you should raise the alarm. Then again, I guess, even I do have thought of killing myself all the time, I won't kill myself, just because of His funny way of throwing jokes. He got some sick jokes that makes you go, 'ARGHHHH!' first, then 'Oh! Ok.' at the end...
I digress. Again. See the pattern here?
So I arrived home. When my lovely desktop computer turned on, it brought along my joy! It's like a switch! Bleep, stressed. Bleep, happy! Turned on my messenger. Ah mahhhh frenzzz! Having friends overseas mean that it can get quite difficult to reach them. The time difference is the factor here. The other factor is your and your friends' schedules. Especially when your friends are doctors who have very unpredictable schedules. For all you know, you could be sleeping and dreaming about being chased by a big catterpillar who squeaks 'peekoo! peekoo!' and your doctor friends were cutting someone's heart open and poking it with the scalpel.
There is only that much you can do with your phone and SMS. I hate SMS with passion. Mostly because of the limited space in which forces you to SMS-talk. Bt Y? I lk sms! U can type lk ts! It ezy 2 rd! NOT.
Bless technology and its messengers. Hail ye! Hail ye! FULL SENTENCES! HOW I LOVE THEE.
With messengers installed in your phone, you are connected with your friends 24/7! This is why you should only add a few close friends. Honest to God, if you're not going to talk to the people in your friend list, why did you add them anyway? And why the hell do you add people you do NOT like? We should have a rule here: add likeable friends only. Especially some of your friends may be those who are 'Friends: enemies-included'. As if you don't have enough enemies already.
Not me, nuh-uh, no enemies for me (while scrambling to nail the door so the mob outside pointing pitchforks and waving fire torches can't barge in).
I will not care that I have a mob chasing me if I know I have these friends who I know I can trust with my most deepest, darkest secrets. God bless 'em!
God bless internet too.
Don't kill the internet, okay, God? I'll cry. Seriously.
+Edited 1 time+
Today I went home from work feeling suicidal to the point of wondering whether I should call the suicide hotline or not. Of course I didn't! I would probably be labelled 'not suicidal enough'. Funny, is there a level of being suicidal, I thought being suicidal is kind of the point of where you should raise the alarm. Then again, I guess, even I do have thought of killing myself all the time, I won't kill myself, just because of His funny way of throwing jokes. He got some sick jokes that makes you go, 'ARGHHHH!' first, then 'Oh! Ok.' at the end...
I digress. Again. See the pattern here?
So I arrived home. When my lovely desktop computer turned on, it brought along my joy! It's like a switch! Bleep, stressed. Bleep, happy! Turned on my messenger. Ah mahhhh frenzzz! Having friends overseas mean that it can get quite difficult to reach them. The time difference is the factor here. The other factor is your and your friends' schedules. Especially when your friends are doctors who have very unpredictable schedules. For all you know, you could be sleeping and dreaming about being chased by a big catterpillar who squeaks 'peekoo! peekoo!' and your doctor friends were cutting someone's heart open and poking it with the scalpel.
There is only that much you can do with your phone and SMS. I hate SMS with passion. Mostly because of the limited space in which forces you to SMS-talk. Bt Y? I lk sms! U can type lk ts! It ezy 2 rd! NOT.
Bless technology and its messengers. Hail ye! Hail ye! FULL SENTENCES! HOW I LOVE THEE.
With messengers installed in your phone, you are connected with your friends 24/7! This is why you should only add a few close friends. Honest to God, if you're not going to talk to the people in your friend list, why did you add them anyway? And why the hell do you add people you do NOT like? We should have a rule here: add likeable friends only. Especially some of your friends may be those who are 'Friends: enemies-included'. As if you don't have enough enemies already.
Not me, nuh-uh, no enemies for me (while scrambling to nail the door so the mob outside pointing pitchforks and waving fire torches can't barge in).
I will not care that I have a mob chasing me if I know I have these friends who I know I can trust with my most deepest, darkest secrets. God bless 'em!
God bless internet too.
Don't kill the internet, okay, God? I'll cry. Seriously.
+Edited 1 time+
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Day 1: Being grateful for the handy-dandy triple 5!
555! For you USA peps, this is considered a dud number combination. For you Japanese peps, this is one of the tokusatsu hero. For us Sydneysiders, this is when we start scrambling and huddling together, no matter if it's hot or cold, like proper rugby team who screams '2, 4, 6, 8! HUT! HUT! HUT!', and sometimes we do elbow each other on the ribs, step on each other's feet, stare murder at someone because he/she cuts your line... *cough* I digress. The reason of the huddling together is because...
...we want to get on the free bus.
Cue of readers screaming: YOU ARE SO CHEAP.
Yes! 555 bus is a free ride from the Opera House to Central Station, which the distance, depending on how long your legs are, can take from 25 minutes to 45 minutes. It will be... 35 minutes for me... I am NOT that short. Wait... I think it was 40 minutes... Anyway! It's a significant walk!
Of course there are people who use it just because it's there... Another CHEAP scream? Yes please! I guess I am guilty for this too. But who doesn't?
Especially for today, I was really grateful for it. Today is church day. When I was walking to the bus stop, I simply thought this, "Hey God, you know what will be cool? It'll be cool when I arrive at the bus stop.. not too long after, the 555 arrives. It would be so awesome. But if not, that's OK too. Could you make the bus come quick, please? Thanks."
I arrived at the bus stop, getting ready for the ticket. There were two bus approaching... both of them go to where the church is. But wait! Just behind the two buses, there it was, the 555!
Quote. "Lucky! Thank you, God!" End quote.
Well... there was the start of this blog. Because in the bus, I thought it would be awesome to have a blog about 365 days of being grateful. Bear in mind that this idea is so not original, because if you Google it, there will be other sites already. A lot. Makes you wonder if 'nothing is original anymore'. I should make that one as a T-shirt slogan, unless... someone beats me to it...
And then I missed my stop.
...oh well. At least it was only one stop.
+Edited 9 times.+
...we want to get on the free bus.
Cue of readers screaming: YOU ARE SO CHEAP.
Yes! 555 bus is a free ride from the Opera House to Central Station, which the distance, depending on how long your legs are, can take from 25 minutes to 45 minutes. It will be... 35 minutes for me... I am NOT that short. Wait... I think it was 40 minutes... Anyway! It's a significant walk!
Of course there are people who use it just because it's there... Another CHEAP scream? Yes please! I guess I am guilty for this too. But who doesn't?
Especially for today, I was really grateful for it. Today is church day. When I was walking to the bus stop, I simply thought this, "Hey God, you know what will be cool? It'll be cool when I arrive at the bus stop.. not too long after, the 555 arrives. It would be so awesome. But if not, that's OK too. Could you make the bus come quick, please? Thanks."
I arrived at the bus stop, getting ready for the ticket. There were two bus approaching... both of them go to where the church is. But wait! Just behind the two buses, there it was, the 555!
Quote. "Lucky! Thank you, God!" End quote.
Well... there was the start of this blog. Because in the bus, I thought it would be awesome to have a blog about 365 days of being grateful. Bear in mind that this idea is so not original, because if you Google it, there will be other sites already. A lot. Makes you wonder if 'nothing is original anymore'. I should make that one as a T-shirt slogan, unless... someone beats me to it...
And then I missed my stop.
...oh well. At least it was only one stop.
+Edited 9 times.+
Starting point, dood!
I'll add later.
Edit -- 21/07/12
I was thinking to make a witty intro when I created this blog, but I never got around to do it. Now the ideas had fled from the window.
So I'll just say this:
This is the intro.
The end.
Edit -- 21/07/12
I was thinking to make a witty intro when I created this blog, but I never got around to do it. Now the ideas had fled from the window.
So I'll just say this:
This is the intro.
The end.
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