Monday, December 11, 2006


I happened to stumble upon this entry just a couple of nights ago from and it was also written by Mr. John Mayer himself...
It's something i think we should thing about especially with the holidays just around the corner... 'Cause we'll never know when we take our last flight...

Imagine this:

You're on an airplane, sleeping with your head against the window, your heart set on being home this time three hours from now. All of a sudden, something goes very wrong. The plane stops moving across the air and instead starts falling through it. The lights are flickering and the movie is skipping. The plane dips hundreds of feet in seconds, and the yellow cups fall from the ceiling. They're a brighter shade of yellow than you remember, because unlike the demonstration, these cups have never been handled before. "Flight attendants take your seats now", you hear, the pilot's voice trembling over a cacophony of alert tones. You get that smell in the bridge of your nose like you've just been hit with a football. That's what the fear smells like. The plane is going down.

Four more drastic drops in under a minute. People are crying. For all the folklore about how your life flashes before your eyes, you're remarkably fixed on one vision - your parents. They're sleeping at this very moment, in a bedroom so quiet they can hear the clock in the kitchen. And you can see them, clear as can be. You wish you could see a playground or a first kiss, but all you can see is your parents sleeping. Huh. Well, that's that.

Several long minutes go by. Then, all at once, the lights come back on and the plane somehow rights itself. Some people cheer, but most people cry harder. The plane lands about an hour later, and as soon as you feel that touch down - hell, even when you were within 50 feet of the ground and could still technically survive a fall - you realize that however you brokered the deal between you and God worked; you've just been granted life in overtime.

Here's the question: what do you change? Whom do you call that you haven't spoken to in years? Whom do you realize has been toxic to your heart and drop with surprising ease? What trips do you cancel, and what trips do you book? What can't you be bothered with anymore? What's the new you like?

Think about that, and then ask one more question. Why not just change it all right now?

(Working on it...)


Thursday, December 07, 2006

I want to kill myself... to end the pain

Saturday, December 02, 2006

Need more sleep

I've been sleeping for 2 straight days already... and i'm not yet even starting my homework...

HANG-OVER... I was still sick... I went to school thinking it was half-day but it wasn't... Man that was a stupid idea... really really stupid...

the funny thing is... I don't really know what happeneed the whole day... I was just staring at my teachers... and in return they gave us tons of homework to thing about...

We dissected an earthworm... it was really cool... my group was the first one who finished the project... next week we're going to dissect a garden snail... I can't wait to hold that scalpel again...