God Is So REAL

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Mood : la-la

I came across something funny about the man's woman. It happens everywhere I believe.

SOURCE : Somebody from Facebook. 

I should have jot down next time. 

Many times, that's just how it is I guess. Women tend to spend a longer time in grooming themselves but men take only 5 minutes of their life to have a simple make over and ready for the outing. Ha- 

Jar of Hearts

By Christina Perri 

I know I can't take one more step towards you
Cause all that's waiting is regret
And don't you know I'm not your ghost anymore
You lost the love I loved the most

I learned to live half alive
And now you want me one more time

And who do you think you are
Running 'round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don't come back for me
Who do you think you are

I hear you're asking all around
If I am anywhere to be found
But I have grown too strong
To ever fall back in your arms

I learned to live half alive
And now you want me one more time

And who do you think you are
Running 'round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don't come back for me
Who do you think you are

And it took so long just to feel alright
Remember how to put back the light in my eyes
I wish I had missed the first time that we kissed
Cause you broke all your promises
And now you're back
You don't get to get me back

And who do you think you are
Running 'round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don't come back for me
Don't come back at all

And who do you think you are
Running 'round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
Don't come back for me
Don't come back at all

Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?

This song is pretty cool for those left behind heart broken people. "Who do you think you are?" is a nice phrase. Yes, just tell yourself that when a jerk wants to turn their head and come back after you. Just give them a kick and off you go! Never appearing in my life again asshole! 

I think it is a motivational song for some people. 

God Is So REAL

Written by : Lydia Chai Yee Xuan 

Life's short yet unfortunately, we often meet with the wrong thing, wrong person and thought that everything could be never good if we don't work harder ourselves. Many people enter and exist your life, just like that, and you never ask why sometimes. However, there is an important guest that you should open up your doors of heart and welcome him hospitably. That is, God. 

Tim Jackson was a man who always had endless confidence in himself. He thought himself as a shrewd man. 

He was 35 years old, married with a gorgeous and understanding woman who gave him a pair of boy-girl twins. He had a successful career and life was simply great for him. Nothing ever seemed to go against him. He felt that he was the luckiest man sometimes for having all the best things that everybody ought to desire for. 

Tim's life had everything except one thing- God. He felt that the existence of God was not essential. He could still lead a perfect life like what he had now without a belief. To him, the key of belief was success. Without success, he will not be contented and consequently, his life would be all awful. Living a life without God was simply as good as anything because that was a life with no burden at all. Every Sunday, he could stay as late as he wanted to on the bed with his wife, he could enjoy a longer sleep every night without praying and of course the best thing of all was that- being a free thinker has the most freedom with no restrictions from anybody. He can do what he liked as long as he was pleased. Freedom was something he used to exchange with God. He was ever happy to do that. 

All his life, he was a pretty lucky person. He hardly faced failures. 

One night, he stayed quite late in the office to read up the piles of files that stacked up as high as Mount Everest. He was a diligent worker. He was always the last one to leave the office and that was the reason why he received the highest promotion rate award in the office. In other words, he deserved the award because of his dedicated hard work. 

"Oh f_king shit! It is 3 a.m. already!" He grumbled while packing up some files into his briefcase. "I wonder if there is still any food left at home. Freaking hungry!" 

He had a slight migraine which attacked both of his temples equal badly. He walked in a way that as though he was an intoxicated man, zig-zag pattern. 

"Are you okay over there Mr. Jackson? You don't seem to look quite fine! Do you need me to get you a cab?" A guard who was patrolling shouted out to Tim. 

"I am alright! I can handle it myself! Thanks!" Tim shouted back, feeling a little nausea now. 

"Fever at the wrong time! Grrrr..!" He grunted in frustration. 

He tried to insert the key into into the ignition but his vision started to turn blur. He could not see exactly where the entrance of the ignition was. 

"Argggh! Damn it!" He gave the steering a hard fist knock and laid back with his eyes closed to have momentarily rest. He was really very exhausted. The knocking on the steering with his fist seemed to be his only energy left. His mind was a piece of white paper and all he felt was tremendous pain. 

After lying down for approximately 10 minutes, he felt better. He then started the process all over again. He shook his head a few times to gain consciousness. He gave out a heavy breath before putting down the hand break to get the vehicle moved. 

He was now driving down the high way on 140 kilometres per hour. It was late morning and there was hardly any vehicles except some lorries and tractors, fetching loads and bundles of stuff behind. Tim was not interested at all with what was happening around him. All he wanted was to get back home to his cozy bed and rest. He stepped harder on the fuel paddle and the pedometer showed increasing figure. 

Just then, he heard a serenade voice from nowhere whispering, "Slow down Tim! You are going too fast!" 

Tim frowned and looked around to detect where did the voice came from. There was no one and he thought it was probably his sub conscious was pranking on him. He continued driving at high speed. 

"Tim, slow down. It is dangerous ahead." Again, he heard the same voice, still, coming from no where to be detected. This time, it was more stern and clearer. 

Tim felt peculiar and slowly released the fuel paddle a little. This voice sounded so different from any other voices he ever heard before. It was a calm voice as though it was said by an angel from heaven. He could not differentiate whether it was a voice from a lady or a man. Maybe, it was his migraine that disturbed his identification intelligence. 

Just then when he was wondering who it was the voice from, he saw a Vios banged to a van and exploded in within seconds. He immediately pulled up the hand break and stunned with what happening in front of his eyes. He couldn't believed that the little voice humming just now actually saved his life. It was obviously going to be an unavoidable tragic if he did not slowed down. He probably then would not be able to break in time and collided with the other two vehicles. 

Tim was utterly disabled. He was totally puzzled and all for once, he felt that the migraine was off. He was totally conscious with rows of cold sweats running down from his forehead and back. 

"Man, it was so close!" He murmured to himself and dialed 999. 

That night was a strange night to Tim. He wondered and pondered many times about the strange voice. Could it be ghost? He was affirmed that it was an angelic voice coming from no where, just beside his ear, whispering to him. There was no fear or any similar to that. He felt calm. 

A week later, Tim got a weird dream. He heard the same voice that saved his life. He was very certain about it. 

"Tim, you are a blessed one. God wanted to give you a chance because He knew that you never believe His existence. Now, can you feel Him? He is the king of the kings, the almighty of all." 

Every word sounded so clear in Tim's ears. 

"It was so bright here! I couldn't open my eyes and see.. And, who are you?" With a hand closing his eyes because of the glaringness, he was curious. 

"I am the holy spirit sent by God to tell you that He is always here and He loves all men whom He created. You may not see him but He is there all the time." 

"God? I don't believe there is God in this world!" Tim squeaked. 

"You don't? God must be very disappointed with your answer Tim. Feel it with your heart. His love is so great, you can't see it with your bare eyes but your soul can." 

Then, Tim woke up. His freaking alarm was giving out the noisiest noise ever in the world. He jumped up from his bed and recollected about the dream. It felt so real. Just then, he realised, something was really different with his life. Somebody seemed to open the key of his heart and put in something without telling him what it was. 

Things began to turn better than before for him. Although he had always lived a perfect life in the past but it was always an empty soul's victory. He started to go to church and realised that from there, he could find a happiness and serenity that he never encountered before. It was so miraculous and real. 

After a few years of going to the church, Tim finally understood what the dream that was bothering him all these while was about. It was a holy spirit sent by God to tell him to get out from the old shell and live a real life. He was ultimately thankful for God's presence in his life. 

"Nothing could be as good as having an ever loving God in your heart who shows you the light every moment without giving you up during the darkest time in your life."

He slowly closed up his eyes with ten fingers crossed, "Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves have received from God. For just as the sufferings of Christ flew over into our lives, so also through Christ our comfort overflows. If we are distressed, it is for your comfort and salvation; if we are comforted, it is for your comfort, which produces in you patient endurance of the same sufferings we suffer. And our hope for you is firm, because we know that just as you share in our sufferings, so also you share in our comfort.  Amen." (2 Corinthians 3-7) 

Praise to the Lord Father in Heaven. 

Jesus Christ His son,

The Way, The Truth and The  Life.