me clueles

Yet another day, still trying to get used to this blog thingy. To think I had glorious ideas when i started but none comes to mind though. Well I found this link about birthdays and such, what your birthday says sbout you. Well maybe tomorrow will bring a better story, until then...

Your Birthdate: June...

You are an island. You don't need anyone else to make you happy. And though you see yourself as a loner, people are drawn to you. Deep and sensitive, you tend to impress others with your insights. You also tend to be psychic - so listen to that inner voice! Your strength: Your self sufficiency Your weakness: You despise authority Your power color: Maroon Your power symbol: Hammer Your power month: July

What Does Your Birth Date Mean?

The Irony called Life

Today was her mom's service of songs. Just about a couple of weeks after she died. She was sad too, as would be expected, but she showed strenght and courage. Her head was held high, the smile came through, the recollection of times past... sweet. She still managed somehow to encourage others, make them laugh, and make fun of them too. Most of all she did not loose her sense of humour, she was made fun of and she laughed about it as she enjoyed making fun of others. Throwing light hearted jest at them. All around it was just good.

Today was her mom's service of songs, and tomorrow is the wedding of another, and the rehearsal was today. Two events with opposing reaction. One a celebration of life lived, the other a celebration of a renewed life. One a remembreance of life the other a continuation. Life is funny like that. One cries, the other laughs. One weeps, the other smiles. At some point in time, the both smiled but for different reasons. One for something in the past, the other for the expectations of what is to come. And when they both cried, one was out of sadness, the other for unexpressable elation. They both react to something.

Today was her mom's service of songs, and a baby was born to another. She celebrated a life lived, they celebrate a life born. Isnt such the irony of the existence called life. It recycles itself. Takes one out and brings in another, it takes what was and transforms it to what will be. The dust of old has been reborn into a new beautiful unique living dust; a cute one at that.

One died, another is born. One mourns, the other rejoices. Such is the irony of life.

May the departed soul find rest in the peace of the Lord;
May the living soul find hope in His promises.

Conundrum... almost.

A pastor walks into an asylum (shebi thats where dey put the medically not sane people). Anyway, whatever they call it, he saw a man banging his head on the wall and wailing over and again "Mary, Mary, Mary..." He asked the doctor, "who is Mary?" Doctor says "Mary is the girl that jilted him at the altar." The pastor walks on to the next stall... and in there another man wailing over and again "Mary, Mary, Mary..." Pastor asks the doctor, "is it the same Mary?" The doctor said, "Yes, this is the one who married Mary."

Anyway, I am trying to get into this blogging. I keep forgetting and when I remember not much to say. With all my been annonymus... hmm, maybe, just maybe...