This is wicked

This is good stuff and I'm about to try it on others.

http://shine.yahoo.com/channel/none/333-ways-to-get-kicked-out-of-wal-mart-233838/

I like these few:

2. Walk up to complete strangers and say, "Hi! I haven't seen you in so long!..." etc. See if they play along to avoid embarrassment

16. Go to an empty checkout stand and try to check people out.
24. Tape a walkie-talkie to the back of a Barbie doll and say to random people, "I know where you live..."

61. Go to a clerk and tell them u lost your son and ask if they can call his name over the speaker! When they ask u his name make up a ridiculous name

87. Go up to a random person and tap on his/her shoulder. When the person looks at you, ask what and walk off like you're annoyed

105. As the cashier runs your purchase over the scanner say "BEEP" in a loud voice. Repeat this for every item, and for other customers items

What a good laugh

First in a long time

Today was the first in a LONG time I heard someone share about a dream. No, not the kind you get at night or the ones you wake up perspiring all over.

It is a dream shared with much passion and conviction. As I hear, I couldn't help but be brought onto the journey of imagination and possibilities. It ignited something in me. For a long time since, I felt my heart beat faster, because I hadn't been able to identify such conversations with people around me.

I realized that many still have no dreams, no desire to even be forward looking except to live just for another day. No courage to envision possibilities. This is the kind of childhood many of us were brought up with. Jellyfishes, chickens or wimps you might call, and there's no denying that those words carry some truth.

I recall a passing remark made by a fellow entrepreneur about this other entrepreneur and it went like this: "Yah, usually it's people like him that will make it..." In my mind, i went 'Whaatttt?!!"

Was it the fact that he was left to fight for himself, brought out to an environment entirely foreign and only to be equipped with the moral support of parents - so that Courage emerged victorious? I wish the best for this young aspiring teacher to be. And for all who hope to be an educator, be one that speaks with conviction and passion - not with commission or pessimism.

Suddenly, whatever that seems ridiculously unreasonable on my plate is making perfect sense to me. Not that I'm pleased with the weight; rather, joy goes before me.

Ahh, I need to meet and speak with more of such people. I'm sure they are lurking somewhere, just like this unassuming young man that spoke with much enthusiasm. Many once laughed at him; I'm beginning to watch his life with much anticipation :)

Life is good. I'm lovin it.

Speeding

Speeding

That's the word - Too fast, too furious.

Emo

Again, yet another barrier for one to overcome.

Overtly Eager

Alas! Where competitiveness meets insecurity.

And the list goes on...

Courage - in this generation of youth

Missing but needful.

Authenticity

Piracy has invaded more than mere CDs/DVDs/Movies. It has reached you.

The Ferrari

Sounds good on the outside, feels good on the inside.

The Modified Car

Sounds good on the outside, looks good on the outside.

The Alarm Clock

Wakes me every morning.

The iPhone

Makes one too contactable.

The list goes on...

On the goal

Some months backs, an incident took place that left me feeling indignant and very much frustrated because of the state of helplessness I felt.

Some weeks back, I had a conversation that until today, I can vividly recall. In it, were emotions that I do not carry the capacity to express in words.

Some days back, I watched an elderly man with polio, selling packets of tissue papers to hungry Singaporeans seated along the streets of Malaysia. I felt it. But did nothing about it.

These situations, that created both emotions and feelings, were moments of possible change in the lives of many. Yet, whatever I felt, remained as mere emotions and feelings. I did not take them any further, neither did they take me any further than just another thought to rationalize my lack of energy, compassion and pure lackadaisical attitude towards what I believe. Too smart for myself? No grounding of conviction?

That struck me hard. As I pondered and reflect upon the seemingly great strength of inertia in me, I felt no less than any ordinary selfish being I see walking around me.

It's all about me.

I care only about the things that revolve around me.

I care only for the things that form a big part of my life.

I care only for the things that my hands can easily reach, anything beyond stretch is outside my realm of comfort.

Oh that sucks.

Years back, I would have killed myself if I left that man alone without attempting to make a difference. I asked what would drive me to reach out to that man. What would compel me to do such an act that not many pigs would? Was it love and compassion for him? Or was it standards and expectations to fulfill? At least now I know, if I get out of my seat to do what I know is right, it's because I wanted to make his day a better one. The conviction belongs to me.

I finally come to understand that bringing individuals to an emotion high without pure conviction, will leave them hanging and only to feel the heavy impact years later. Some of my peers felt it earlier than me, some probably still refuse to admit plain facts and truth. But hey, good news - it's not too late :)

Enough of self-centered living. I need to get moving once more. Oh I need to.

There are plenty of students out there. One of us can put a thousand to flight. Two of us - can send the legions fleeing.

Let me start from me.

Responsibility

The ability to choose our response is one of the most key liberation for anyone. In my opinion, it is as good as making a statement to say that the choices we make, almost reveal how responsible we are in the various areas such as bring a friend, a child, and even as close to the heart as taking ownership of our lives.

As I carefully reflect, I found myself guilty of being irresponsible in some pertinent seasons of my life. And how I wish I can make it up just to make things better. The truth is, we suffer the consequences of our actions and some consequences are just irreversible. The impact goes beyond mere surrounding colleagues and friends; your character is put into question and raised as a banner for all to see and conclude. How trustworthy a person depends on how responsible he is in the little things.

As an Educator and a volunteer with the Boys, I found myself taking late nights just to complete my various tasks whether or not they are legitimate. It later dawned upon me that for every minute I stay up late, it is compensated with a lackadaisical I-just-woke-up disposition the next early morning. My students/Boys suffer. I take MC. I fail to turn up. How I wish I planned my time wisely.

With each passing day, I'm beginning to understand what is discipline to a greater extend. So often my flesh war against what I want to do. I slack in the area of catching up with friends. I choose to go slumberland than pick my shoes up and meet up wth some good old friends. Oh, did I mention that the moments when I met up with them, those were precious and awesome times? I guess it's a mattter of choice, and responsibility. It takes two hands to clap.

I often share about how I almost did not make it in my studies. To qualify for that, you need to slack for almost the entire secondary school education and get up to speed only in the last 6-7 weeks before your final examinations. Well, it's not the most interesting of journey since the stress level was drowning me then. Yet, the entire process and experience of trust and faith was simply unspeakable. I still ask myself, what if I took on the responsibility to study earlier? What if I spent just one more week to mug instead of dwelling on unconstructive emotions. I guess it wasn't too late that I still chose to take responsibility over my studies and that led me to doing well. Hmmm, seems like I can choose not to mess up my life afterall.

Responsibility is a big word - but it takes discipline to handle it.

Will you choose you activities wisely from now on?

My Teachers

When I was younger, my teachers didn't believed in me. And so for years, I didn't believe in myself. But I still did well in the end - because I chose to believe in myself.

Now, I ask myself what if my teachers believed in me?

There are many students who fall into the former category. How many will choose to believe in these youths?