An Interlude of Awareness

It's funny thinking that you seem to notice and admire the little things around you only when you're in a period of stress. Only then will you seem to admire how pretty the trees are in the rain, wonder where does that road leads to, how relaxing it is to sit at the park, etc.

It seems that when you've got nothing to worry about, these small joys are easily overlooked cause you're supposedly 'busy' with something else.  And during this episode, you promise that 
you're gonna be more aware of these small things; only to forget about it after the worry-period is over. 

In the field so green and so free, seeds gaze up
The clouds keeps them from the light
And the sky cries white tears of snow
But still, the fragile seeds wait long for the sun to shine
Dark winter away, come spring
My young seeds once again will look up to the sky
And I know they will grow strong
My young seeds once again will look up to the sky
And I know they will grow strong

The Return of Tony Redgrave

Ahhh.... it feels good to be home, especially after a long holiday. The best part, there's a maid, oops I mean fantastic lady to help me to take care and decorate this blog.
Whatever would I do without you, A?

I personally would like to state my greatest appreciation to you for a job well done. And yes, my taste may not be so nice.... alright, I admit, it sucked.

The new layout is much better than the the previous ones.

It's a shame that she wouldn't stay to become co-author, it seems she despises writing in paragraphs. But that doesn't mean she won't be back to drop a post or two.

Well, I think that's about it for today. Gotta go study for an exam which I know nothing about.

Look out for the post; 'Interview with a Working Man', an exclusive interview between me & radiuz which will be out sometime next week.

Meanwhile, enjoy the vid below to commemerate my return.

Signing Off

It is with great pleasure that I wish to announce that Dante is finally cured of his emo-state & officially out of WOMBAT mode. This means that he'll be back to take care of his own god damn blog instead of me. Yippee-Yay!!

Now, I can go back to short msgs instead of thinking of conjuncting a string of long words to make a paragraph. Oh, I can't wait.

What I've learned from this short period is that being a blogger ain't ez, especially with coming up with ideas on what to post everyday, or 2 days once. However I enjoyed myself during the short period, I feel I've achieved a lot, especially in changing the layout of this blog. 
Honestly Dante, ur taste sucks.

Without further ado, I, Amanda would like to bow out gracefully from being the susbtitute author of 'For Tony Redgrave, by .45 Artwarks'.

Thank you.

Philosophy of space & time

In the Old Testament book Ecclesiastes, thought to have been written by Solomon (970–928 BCE), time (as the Hebrew word עת ’êth is often translated, as well as "season") was traditionally regarded as a medium for the passage of predestined events. (Another word, זמן zman, was current as meaning time fit for an event, and is used as the modern Hebrew equivalent to the English word "time".)

There is an appointed time (zman) for everything. And there is a time (’êth) for every event under heaven–
A time (’êth) to give birth, and a time to die; A time to plant, and a time to uproot what is planted.
A time to kill, and a time to heal; A time to tear down, and a time to build up.
A time to weep, and a time to laugh; A time to mourn, and a time to dance.
A time to throw stones, and a time to gather stones; A time to embrace, and a time to shun embracing.
A time to search, and a time to give up as lost; A time to keep, and a time to throw away.
A time to tear apart, and a time to sew together; A time to be silent, and a time to speak.
A time to love, and a time to hate; A time for war, and a time for peace.

– Ecclesiastes 3:1–8

With me currently re-vamping the look-and-feel of Dante's blog, I find myself running out of
time, especially the time to laugh.

p/s: Sorry for the Blogroll links people, it'll be up anytime soon.

Reservations?

I was driving to lunch today when I spotted something interesting, a sticker on a car wrote;

"Heaven or Hell: Have you made you reservations?"

I'll admit that it was intriguing, but then I pondered; 'Do I need to make a reservation to Hell?' Then what if I wanted to make a reservation to Heaven? Whom should I see or call? 
Can we just make a call to Heaven, or straight to St. Peter & demand that we're coming to Heaven at about 70 years old?

Ha, if only life was that simple.