Stuck.

– start of rant –

Being stuck in traffic jams causes problems.

Being stuck in an elevator causes problems.

Being stuck in a faulty relationship causes problems.

Having your crown jewel stuck between the zipper causes… well, you get the idea.

Sometimes being stuck in a situation or condition that repeatedly recurs, which might seem harmless, can cause problems too.

Habits. Behaviours. A way of life – the norm.

And before you know it, a whole lot of time, energy, and effort would have been wasted while being in the state of “stuck-ness”.

Alot of people try to get out of being stuck. Some just hate to be stuck that they constantly keep themselves busy with work – hoping to distract them from being in the state. Others unwind to music. A few resort to shopping therapy.

But sometimes, no matter how much one tries, one still find oneself back at square one, being “stuck”.

How to ah like this? :\

– end of rant –

Going to go.

OMG this is so exciting!

Not because that im blogging again; but because im blogging again from my note 2 on the way to Pangkor Laut Resort (PLR).

Awesome!

Now before you imagine me frolicking on the beautiful beach with the sun in my eyes and the sands in my feet – im actually going to manage a wedding.

Yes, a wedding. A mega big one.

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Always Believe in Yourself and Your Dreams

follow your dreams

Believe in what makes you feel good.
Believe in what makes you feel happy.
Believe in the dreams you’ve always wanted to come true,
And give them every chance to…

Life holds no promises as to will come your way.
You must search for your own ideals and work toward reaching them.

Life makes no guarantee as to what you’ll have.
It just gives you time to make choices and to take chances and to discover whatever secrets might come your way…

IF you are willing to take the opportunities you are given and utilize the abilities you have, you will fill your life with special moments and unforgettable times.

For those who are willing to believe in their dreams and in themselves,
Life is a precious gift in which anything is possible.

— Dena Dilaconi

 

Everything starts from somewhere (again).

Hello.

I’d be lying if i said i didn’t miss blogging. I have drifted away from my keyboard and laptop screen because of work and my hectic lifestyle. I’ve recently realized that while i am hustling and bustling through everyday life, i never am really embracing life itself.

i forgot how it felt to slow down and took a deep breath. i cannot remember the last time i wrote something worth reading – of my life or the happenings around it.

i have totally forsaken my memory making process.

i’ve deciced to pick up where i left off; to keep the habit to storytelling alive. having a couple of new readers visit my blog is motivation enough to get the ball rolling.

(and it’s  my birthday month too! lol)

me iketeruEverything starts from somewhere (again).

shot in the head.

I had a dream last night.

It’s a little sketchy now, but the parts which i remember, i pen down.

finger gun someone

 …

I was in a room. Like and interrogation room. No table, no chairs. Just an empty, windowless room, with four grey walls, and a iron door, which opened inwards.

I wasn’t alone. i remember standing on the back right corner of the room. and on my left, there were three other men, about my age; still and silent. Two were crouching on the floor. I could tell that they were all shivering in fear. So was i.

We donned uniforms of a certain make – which i can’t make out at the moment, but i was pretty sure mine was navy blue. Then we heard a loud commotion outside the door. I couldn’t make out what the racket was all about – i don’t even think they spoke English.

The latch on the iron door clanked. It was unlocked from the outside and swung open. We all fell to our knees – i looked down and covered my ears; as if i had wanted to hide my face from the people who came in.

From where i was, i could see 4 other people came into the room. The other three men were terrified and pleaded for their lives. The sound desperation and fear in their voices shook me even more.

Then there was a silencer gun shot; and one man after another, fell lifeless onto the floor. Shaking in fear as the third man fell, i remember saying in my heart, “Lord, please undertake for my life.”

I was shot in the head.

Then it was all calm. Soundless. I caught a faint glimpse of my lifeless body, crouched and motionless in the room.

Then I woke up.

Whoa, that was creepy, even recollecting to write it down.

I did a search on Google and here’s what they think this sort of dream is about:

www.northernway.org

Getting shot
I keep dreaming that I’m getting shot in the head with a gun and actually dying. Everything seems so real about it. When I can’t breathe any longer I always wake up. – Karen, 34, Roy UT

There is a new you coming up that wants to take over your life and run the show. So it keeps killing off the old you. You are getting shot in the head as if to say this involves your thinking habits, your opinions, thoughts. Also ask yourself what might be going on in your waking life that makes you feel like dying, or makes you feel “shot dead”. Who or what is “killing” you. The fact that you can’t breathe indicates you feel suffocated by whatever issue this is. Luckily the suffocation, the feeling of being trapped, makes you wake up. That is symbolic of “waking up” or coming to realize something. If this dream keeps recurring, visualize yourself taking the gun from the shooter and asking them who they are and what their message is. Listen with your inner ear and wait to “hear” their answer (it will just sort of pop into your head). Whatever you hear or sense is your wise guidance from this dream.

– Dr. Katia Ramanoff

Pretty fancy, eh?

Til my next dream. ;-p