Blogging (Mom) Girl

When i plan or schedule, it brings a new excitement to my life. After a few days, I feel slaved to myself- slaved to yesterdays me. So I'll break the plan and try a new one. Or live as burn out.. or live as dead. Until I make a new one someday.

Blog :- I know. something should be here out from heart. That is what blogging is about and honesty is what matters. I've deactivated facebook account long time ago, and still feel the fresh air. People can be unacceptably honest or fake there. It is like showing off what we want to look like rather that what we actually look like. It is ok, but some times irritating. There are only smiling faces;Come on, don't they cry at all? My ambition in life :- to become hard working. Just that. I don't dream any more. Sure, I have passions, but they are unrealistic as I once thought to become scientist. This is a joke to me today. And I continue to discourage my friends who dream big. Bad me. My Ideal :- I know that what every people really strive is for love, which is God's love. And by good, they mean God-like. It takes an impossible path to be such a perfect person. But fortunately, some people are good by birth and some are bad by birth. THAT IS A FACT. Growth :- On...

how much to be done overnight to catch the sunshine?

Can that be true? That you made me a fool? Still I am alright, with no regrets but peace! I have been insane and a dreamer, So blindly I coloured my canvas Now I see that in black and white, and makes no sense. But its meaning doesn't bother me, and I cherish the memory of doing it!

Jesus, you always come into my soul. With what food must I feed you? With love! But my love is false, Jesus I love You very much, make up for my love. ~St-.Padre Pio

"In order to avoid irreverence and imperfections in the house of God, in church — which the Divine Master calls the “house of prayer” — I exhort you in the Lord to practice the following: Enter the church in silence and with great respect , considering yourself unworthy to appear before the Lord’s Majesty. Among other pious considerations, remember that our soul is the temple of God and, as such, we must keep it pure and spotless before God and his angels. Let us blush for having given access to the devil and his snares many times (with his enticements to the world, his pomp, his calling to the flesh) by not being able to keep our hearts pure and our bodies chaste; for having allowed our enemies to insinuate themselves into our hearts, thus desecrating the temple of God which we became through holy Baptism. Then take Holy Water and make the Sign of the Cross carefully and slowly . As soon as you are before God in the Blessed Sacrament, devoutly genuflect....

"My Beloved; we all know that God is so kind, then why do we panic when things go wrong, and take matters into our own hands? There is, of course, a responsibility to act - but that must be at the Lord's command and not ours. How different our working life would be if we were 100% confident that the Lord will work out everything for our good? Our response to temptation or any testing should be pray er instead of panic, and quiet confidence instead of confusion. Yet much of our background and education screams at us that if we don't do something, there will be disaster. Handling things differently takes time and experience, but starts when we believe that God is in control and will gives us the best. Praying to accept and rejoice in God's sovereignty is the first step. Amen."

It's like a labour pain, I can't get out of it, even though i wanted. Feel like torn apart. and will quit always. so its better to start nothing now. not even the remedy.......? How true is the story of that frog and mine. we both are not jumping out from pain. I am tolerating up to death with this vain! It's the pain, and pain like the luxurious water around, when you are drowning, and you enjoy being there. diving toward the shore is never the purpose.  being in the water is the current obsession. Well, if drowning doesn't ring a bell in your good thoughts, then you deserve to enjoy the luxury of water at least. But as long as I am alive here, I hope, at least my prayers are listened. by whom i only belong to, and ever was belonging.

Where to start a song Must confess, this is my own stupid song, to throw me away into sky, so that I could grow wings! There can I find you again, mr. Perfect. So that I may never weep again. crawling back on my own shoulders, I can adore you endlessly. There is where I'm gonna find you, when I am up in my own shoulders.. Don't wanna repeat the same world stories.. cause they don't have... eyes to see the truth. The truth that, love is always giving, not wanting. And the love is universal,to be shared with anyone. Love always hurt, for nobody's perfect. Your love will never mature, if you are holding back a part. But if you are not strong, you can't love. But why still even the weakest heart want to love?