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Grandpa Rick is a grumpy person that is occasionally nice.. occasionally..Anyway he's been working on this blog template for the about 2 days and is pretty bothered by the fact that it took him so long to remember how to use Macromedia Dreamweaver again. His help eventually came in the form of LYC his "son" and miss poutyface his mei.. With the utmost torment by lawrence to work hard, he finally was able to create this below average template with (finally!) working layers. Go ahead and have a good time reading (or laughing at) this blog and above all remember that God loves you. Grandpa Rick is in actual fact 19 (just barely) at the point of completion of this blog template (26th October 2006) having already had his birthday on the 22nd of October. Born
into a family with a father that lacks hair and a brother that has too
much of it growing on his legs, Grandpa Rick grew up traumatised by
his older brother that occasionally liked to sit on him and has a weird
fetish thing going on with anime figurines. His parents however were
a blessing to him and aside from the odd argument from time to time,
Grandpa Rick usually listens to them. He also has a poor traumatised
younger sister that is constantly the butt of his fat jokes (though
it cannot be helped seeing as to how she walks into most if not all
of them) but he tries to take good care of her.. operative word being
TRY of course. All in all poor Grandpa Rick has been traumatised by
his siblings when he was younger and now get along with them more or
less fine.. However the trauma he suffered as a child has given him
quite the quirky attitude to life. The biggest influence to his life however is God. Grandpa Rick old (or young if you want) as he is is deeply in love with God. The person that has helped him through all his troubled times and the one that has sent many a friend his direction when he needed help. God has always been there for him and Grandpa Rick is very grateful. He often gets inspired by God to write poetry (which can be found along with other things in all "All that good stuff") or songs without the lyrics in tribute of God. Grandpa Rick believes that God died to save him from all sin and believes that God is his lord and saviour. Through many close and personal encounters with God, Grandpa Rick is certain about God's love and God's plan for his life. He hopes to live in God's way and let God guide him in all that he does. Of course, Grandpa Rick is still learning and is prone to the occasional (oh alright, frequent) mistake. But the key point here is that Grandpa Rick loves God and that there is nothing that he wouldn't do for Him. Finally
it is to be said that it isnt a good thing to get Grandpa Rick angry..
you see old people dont handle anger very well and goodness knows what
happens when Grandpa Rick goes over the edge.
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This is the All that good stuff layer.. in here will be my personal top 10 or top 20 list of songs to hear.. (be very prepared for alot of punk rock) also included will be all the poetry that i have ever written almost all of which are God inspired.. just becasue God is so good to me! other things may be added i guess.. like pictures and stuff if i have the time (and if i actually do take pictures). This is an experimental layer basically where all the stuff i think about (most of them very weird.. you have officially been warned) that dont go into my post will be posted here. alright lets get started Top
20 Praise and Worship Songs (this list may and most probably will change) 20.
For This Cause Top 20 Other Songs (again list might and most probably will change) 20.
Emotionless Top
5 bands the secret link to what i really think Amusing or meaningful statements i've made or heard (statement in front source behind) "You're
gona be a what?! .. wait wait this is big shit.." - Brian "Im
a vegetarian.. but i eat chicken and fish and pork and..." - Jason
ng Poetry (expect this to be very long) Longings
of my soul My
Praise to Him my worship to God if
all you actions were your worship to God Kester's Ego Booster kester
is a ladies man though
he keeps denying that he's hot even
the other guys in church why
does he keep denying it cos
kester ur hot why dont u see? he
sucks all girls like a strong magnet i
must say that though he's short when
the street he walks down by jealous
guys from everywhere girls
will find him quite a guy of
course he'll always be the first they
love his cute manly name but
more even better is his mass appeal you'll
see his face on every wall cos
around him they all turn ape his
muscular arms that are oh so strong the
lime was not ordinary kester
kiong you are so hot and
after that mayb go out how
to reply? was what he thought but
then he thought nah im too young i'll
wait till i am much older thus
ends our tale of kester the hot i
wonder the reaction we will get Turn to Him!
Dreams these
dreams they haunt my sleep at night All He's done for me through
my darkest lonely days Use me God take
this heart O God and work Your wonders In His Name the
world is in turmoil Hurt lock
me up and throw away the key Did you know? did
you know when you're alone Purpose i
ask the reason for my birth My life Hurt
and alone The beast in my heart as
the night falls still and shadows loom |
Monday, May 14, 2007
like alright! hrm.. long time since i said that eh? lets try it again.. LIKE ALLLLLRIGHT! there we go and for some arcane reason my spacebar isnt working at times.. dang it. but nevermind. anyway been some time since i last posted.. not that it matters cos this IS my blog. but yea.. its been awhile.. but considering the vast amounts of free time i have i guess you people can say its surprising that i dont post more often. but in anycase. on to the main event. gosh i realise i AM using more fullstops. whats wrong with me!
in anycase i've got quite alot of stuff to post about so this will be long and full of crappy thoughts that go on inside my head. on a sidenote, if you happen to want to read more crappy thoughts that go on in my head. read the other blog.. presuming u can find it. HAHA! but where was i.. oh yes! in no way are u forced to read the contents of this post if you dont want to. i dont want to get sued or sth.. you have been warned and finally here's whats goes on in about 1 - 2 hours of my thought life at almost any waking point in my life. you're welcomed to switch off anytime u want. (after readin the post and if u think that's bad.. consider that i do this almost every waking moment in my life) Mother's day every year i think that mother's day is just another largely commercialised day for big companies to earn lots and lots of money. heck even the founder of mother's day tried to get it abolished after she saw how over commercialised the whole thing became. But recently i started thinking. as with many things.. the day only becomes special if you choose to let it become special.. for example. what makes the anniversary of a couple's marrige so special? or the birthday of someone so special? simply the meaning behind the day itself right? to any other person it could be any other normal day or even a day they wish that they could forget. I often remember as a child (ok fine i am still a child in many aspects but still..) during my birthday (or the subsiquent days after that) reading the obituaries (im a wierd kid yes i know) and being quite crushed to find that people actually died on my birthday. nono.. i didnt think that they wanted to but still, i was crushed cos i knew that out there there were people that are not very happy. being the over imaginative kid that i was (still am), my mind would drift into imagining what wld happened if i had lost a loved one on a special day. i remember crying alot on my birthdays.(obviously this only started at about 6-8 years old or sth like that) 2 years ago i believe i did it again, this time not so crushed by seeing the dead people but still wondering how devestating it would be for those families. anyway enough morbid talk im drifting. anyway i came to the conclusion that this mother's day would probably different because i was trying to make the effort to make it a little more special. anyway thanks to Adrian's knowledge of the (to most guys) arcane art of shopping i was able to get my mum a present.. BUT being the doosh bag at shopping that i am. i forgot to...nono i didnt forget to take the price tag off but i blundered on a comparable if not larger scale. i bought my mum a perfume/ body foam/ moisturiser kit sounds nice? yes it was. but here's he blunder. are you ready? the box was uh.. stored(?) in a plastic casing of sorts.. the type where you just have to push it out by the sides. AND right on top of it in the most VISIBLE and CLEAR words were......... MERRY CHRISTMAS! wonderful aint it? now you see why i consider shopping an arcane art? yes yes i can almost hear the indignant cries from hard core shopping lovers like Nadine saying it was because i am blur and so on and so forth BUT THATS WHY I CONSIDER IT AN ARCANE ART! in anycase my mum alerted me to my folly and assured me that she wasnt really picky and that it was really ok. big sigh of relief from me and on another side note stated that if she was indeed picky we (my siblings and i) probably wouldnt be around seeing as to how my father, on his first date brought my mother to a movie where he bought a $1 ticket for them both which of course bought them front row seats in a movie theatre and considerable neck discomfort for the next few days. at which point my father tried to defend himself saying that he was on a poor engineer's pay.. common dad.. it was your FIRST DATE. goodness now i know where i get my luck with the ladies from. anyway im glad that i have my mum.. and well we haven't really had our mother's day dinner yet but i have already offered to pay for it.. no matter the cost. after talking to aunty Felicia after E3, and the thinking that i have been going through which has been discribed above and will continue to be discribed below (yes i told you this would be long) i decided that a dinner with no budget what so ever would be the least i could do. after all i do love my mum and the stuff that she's been doing for me over the last 20 years of my life. my mum is worth FAR more than one no budgeted dinner i know but its something that i want to do. just to let her know that i want to, even in my smallest way make her life a little happier. anyway as i continued to thin about mother's day and having already deciding to make each and every mothers day from now on a meaningful one, my mind drifted to why do i feel such a strong love and connection to my mum. well i'll be the first to admit that my relationship with my mum wasnt the best at he start. in fact the relationship wa marred with many quarrels and shouting matches (explains why i got such good aguing skills eh? my mum's an english major if you dont know and can confound you if you're not careful) anyway only maybe in the past 2 years has our relationship gotten better, we talk alot more and stuff and i really love my mum. i mean asides from all that stuff bout bringing me into the world and taking care of me until i know how to take care of myself ( i still dont at times actually) i know that she does alot for me and my siblings behind the scenes. in one of my heart to heart talks with my mother a few months back i think i just about glanced the surface of my mother's heart for me and my siblings. constantly worrying about the 3 of us (people reading this would know that we arnt the smartest and most well behaved kids around, heck i doubt we even are above average in those aspects) working long hours (its 9pm now and my parents are not home yet), they get up at 6am everyday. and even while working my mother worries bout the 3 of us. my mum's a tough woman i'll tell you that all the stress at work and everything. but she told me that the stress at work she can take.. what breaks her heart is that she has 3 kids that arn't finding their place or waking up to realise that society is going to leave them behind. hearing that breaks my heart. even as im thinking back on it now. and on top of her work and worrying and everything, she still finds time to go through our problems with us. she was there when i broke up with joyce, she was there when i was disgusted beyond words at my sister's behavior. she was there when i felt that i couldnt go on due to all the things that were happening all at once. im very proud to say that even though my mum faces some of the thoughest tasks in the world (which would be dealing with the nonsense that me and my siblings bring into the house.. literally) she still loves us all. and with all my heart i love my mum.. and im sure as ever never going to say otherwise. Kids well that was fun.. now on to the next thing i was thinking about..kids. nono im not ready to have any yet.. nor am i going to anytime soon i percieve. in fact i was thinking just how i cant have any. uh.. no there's nothing wrong with the plumbing down there if you know what i mean. but i dont know. it may just be me but i cant stand whiney self indulgent little brats that think they can have the world if they would just cry. this view was reinforced yesterdy when i was out at dinner with my family. my mum somehow saw it fit to bring my uncle's kid Galen along cos my uncle was busy working or something like that. in anycase we went to this restaurant and were happily eating dinner when my cousin wanted to have a drink. no harm in that except the fact that he wanted to drink from this waterbottle that is notoriously hard to open. so.. while we tried to get the cap open (it was one of those bottles where u pull it open with your teeth and just suck away) my sister tried to give him water in the cup, he promptly rejected it a few times and had a mouth full or rice and some water which he drank from a cup. so my sister unscrewed the cap from the bottle and tried to give him the bottle instead. he started to push it away all the while doing that squealy thing kids do with their mouths closed and started crying whilst pointing to the cap. my father asked my sister to give him the bottle again but he just continued crying. so i tried to intervine and told him to drink from the bottle but he refused and squealed really loudly of sorts. (at this point sth in me snapped) and i was this ==> <==== close to shouting "just drink from the open bottle dammit" (for those of you that hav yet to figure it out.. my cousin wanted to suck the water out using the cap) but my father intervined. putting on his angry face he sternly told my cousin not to be like that and thus in the ensuing chaos of tears and shocked faces and more tears (not only those of my mum and my sister but the crowd around..the shocked faces i mean not the tears.. personally i saw this coming.. my father seems to have a short fuse for bratty kids as well..) my sister opened the cap up, screwed it on and gave it to my cousin. now this confirms in me sth.. i sure as heck cant stand bratty kids that think they can get away just because they are crying. they drive me nuts! Davin would know (Note: Davin is not a bratty kid but once when he started acting all tantrum-ey i scolded him pretty bad) BUT knowing how i tend to pamper the people that mean alot to me ( one of the reasons why my last relationship didnt work out ) my kid would probably be pampered and turn into one of those whiney little devils. SO! as of now i dont think that I can stand them. and the future looks bleak in that aspect as well. haha so conclusion no kids for me.. not until i can figure out a way to avoid this. ah heck i've still got a long time to gobefore i CAN have a kid.. presuming i can find myself someone seeing as to how i inherited my father's tact with the ladies (read above on the $1 movie ticket he bought for the first date with my mum if you're confused) anyway i dont know.. something bout whiney kids that cry to get what they want gets to me. maybe its cos when i was a kid and cried, my brother would just wack me harder and my parents wouldnt give me what i want. so perhaps a part of me is jealous.. nah. i dont think so. i just dont like it cos i feel its an unfair way of getting what u want. kids like that should be shot.. well except the really cute ones.. oh who am i kidding they all should be.. but then again.. nah. let kids grow up the way they have to. they'll be shot later on in life if they continue to be immature. My Uncle lately after talking to my uncle alot, i've gotten really worried for him. He's usually the most easy going man around. well that is if you follow what he asks you to do. and what he asks you to do usually makes alot of sense anyway. but due to the nature of the sensitivity of this issue that im thinking about, this part of it will be cut very short.. there are things that i cannt reveal to anyone and so on and so forth. anyway after my aunt got into that accident with the lorry, things got pretty hard for him, sure he tries to maintain the happy outlook that he has but you can see it really weighing down on him. he now has to work to support his son, his wife and two maids and well its taking its toll on him. but but but! i really am inspired by him this accident did bring him alot closer to God. and to see God working so much in his life is really cool. the changes tht he as gone through is really amazing. asides from being a much stronger christian, he also finds ways to encourage me through some of the harder things that i have to face. and even though he has a kid, he still finds time to spend with us. he's really a great uncle and one im glad to have. but the real thing that inspires me is how even as he is going through such a tough time he is able to always point people to God, always giving the glory to God and even though in times like this when people would be giving up, cursing God and everything, my uncle is still faithful to God, in fact it made him a much stronger person and christian. he used to be a sunday christian, but now he is able to share with anyone and everyone. my uncle is a very good talker and yes i can see that God really is working in his life because he lets God work. i can see how much he loves his kids and how much his wife, seeing him send his wife for terapy, making sure she's well taken care of and the amount of attention he showers on her. if ever i get a partner, i want to be able to love her like how my uncle loves my aunt. its truely beautiful. just looking at it makes me realise that if a human can love someone that much, how much more does God love us? wonderful thought if u think about it. through my uncle God has shown me just a small glimmer of how it is like to be loved by Him (God i mean) its really alot. and i am humbled truely to think that i know alot about God's love. i have only just no more then skimmed the surface of it. i truely am humbled.. i think that from now on im gona let God show me more and let God work in my life more. we'll see how it goes from there. well thats about 1 - 2 hours of what goes on in my thought life when i am awake. of course i think deeper into it and stuff but some thngs are too personal to be posted up here and stuff la so i wont.. yea.. besides.. i dont want to put you to sleep.. |
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Links layer.. people like little miss pouty face will reside in this
hole.. So far in the links page.. (by surnames then nicknames then finally real name) Ang
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