Its been a while... (paints and stains and colours)

i know it's been a while since i last posted my blog... i was being lazy actually and kinda busy with the Public Health Campaign (PHC) and things have been moving in the Pharmacy Student Society (PSS). alot of thgs happen and one of the things i really wanna blog about is that attitude that brings me to another level of life as i going throught this phase...

its been hard and i know people have been watching me all the time in uni, cell group, church and stuff... happenings are always clear and u dont seems to be very in touch with it until u really experience it.

one of the phase that comes to my mind about it yesterday (while i was sick and about to slp), i thought of paints and stains.

"stains are sometimes stronger than paints.. we use paints to cover stains... but why would people like to scrap off the paints and just draw somethg to it? why would they wan to expose ur stains? why do they wan to do that to u?"

well, there's lots of diff people around us each day... and some of them are really good frens... they are the paints. oni real frens that will cloth u in ur cold and give u food when u're hungry. but some of them just like to expose ur stains and show ur past wrongs and things that u done wrong towards them and give u the hatred look... i believe the best way to overcome all these... is by doing nothing.

another phase from the previous phase is.....

"there's different colour of paints. but paints dry off easily.. and we nid to change... and some people dont want to change colours... they just like to stick to their own colours and in the end they slipped off and dry away.."

well, people change everyday... however, the "WALL" never change... wat changes is the colour of it. we nid to adapt to the environment... if not we will "dry off". still... some people just cant adapt to it and they will just keep complaining.. and not realising that they are already drying out... that's why we nid frens that can paint us... paint and cover ourselves to reach another level...

i hope u guys readers can get wat i meant about these paints, stains and colours...i shall get my rest and panadol.. hope u like it... chaos




The paint that lost it's colours
The flower that lost it's petals
The fire that lost it's heat
The love that lost it's meaning

A meaning of love is more than a thousand words
But a life with love is more beautiful than a picture
A memory of a day out is better than a thousand bucks
but a bond with a good friend is more precious than diamonds