The Philosophy of Charles Schultz

Got another interesting forwarded e-mail. 

The following is the philosophy of Charles Schultz, the creator of the “Peanuts” comic strip.

You don’t have to actually answer the questions.
Just read the e-mail straight through, and you’ll get the point. 

1. Name the five wealthiest people in the world.        
2. Name the last five Heisman trophy winners.          
3. Name the last five winners of the Miss America.        
4. Name ten people who have won the Nobel or Pulitzer Prize.  
5. Name the last half dozen Academy Award winner for best actor and actress.                            
6. Name the last decade’s worth of World Series winners.  How did you do?                          
The point is, none of us remember the headliners of yesterday. These are no second-rate achievers. They are the best in their fields. But the applause dies. Awards tarnish. Achievements are forgotten. Accolades and certificates are buried with their owners.Here’s another quiz. See how you do on this one:        
1. List a few teachers who aided your journey through school.  
2. Name three friends who have helped you through a difficult time.
3. Name five people who have taught you something worthwhile.  
4. Think of a few people who have made you feel appreciated and special.
5. Think of five people you enjoy spending time with.

Easier?

The lesson: The people who make a difference in your life are not the ones with the most credentials, the most money, or the most awards. They are the ones that care.

” Don’t worry about the world coming to an end today. It’s already tomorrow in Australia .”
(Charles Schultz)

Dream a little dream…

To dream or not to dream…

I mean, literally dreaming. The brain’s work-in-process while we’re sleeping. Sometimes I remember what my dream is, but mostly I don’t. And if I do, I’ll usually forget it soon.

But not one dream I had one night. Or was it ‘day’ during my late waking-up era? Hmmm… :|

Anyways, on that dream, I was running through futuristic halls and chased by evil troops with laser guns. Y’know, the kind of thing that happens in Star Wars movies. I can’t remember why I was being chased. Maybe I was the evil one, not them. And you know how hard it is to rrruunnn in your dream. Seems like parts of your body don’t want to join forces normally. Seems like they’re made to make you get caught or stumble. Ahaa, that’s the point! To make us realize that once you wake up it was just a dream.

Whoops, hang on, the story’s not over yet. So, after a grueling runaway from hall to hall, I got into a huge hangar. But only one plane parked there. An antique one just like the World War II kind of plane. And then I jumped on it, started the machine and flew out. Yeah, this is the good thing about dreaming. It allows you to be impossible, yet it doesn’t give space for mocking judgments. Right?

Now, I was in the sky. Flying quietly and alone. It was twilight and the sun, being a massive round and red glare, was right in front of me but didn’t blind me. It shone on the surroundings softly.

Can’t remember what happened next, but I can never forget that part of my dream until now. It was beautiful in a mystifying way. And remembering flying alone between the red clouds towards the sunset just gives me euphoria. What’s bizarre is, how it helps me to feel good now and again.

Their September 30

In commemoration of Coup d’etat on September 30, 1965 in
Indonesia.

For the generals being killed in front of their families…

For Ade Irma Suryani (5 year-old) who was shot while trying to shield her father…

 

Are you ready?

Readiness,

is not a final state of mind.

Nor is nodding and saying out loud, “Yes, Sir!”

It’s a gradual process thru a jumble of bitterness and sweetness.

Oh how it takes much willingness to learn.

Getting Set for The Swan Dive

Hello, for both of us.

I’ve still got 6 pillow-thick books to gulp while all I want is sleep… zzzz…. BUT! There’s an 88% probability of failing the December exam coz I haven’t studied much yet. A fellow candidate told me that the other classmates who took the June exam had all failed. Moreover, as if it didn’t shock me enough, those who failed have Master degrees. So thank you, mate, for the news. It helps keeping my eyes wide open, a lot.

 Well, well, what have I done? Maybe this is just a dream (or so I wish.) No books, no exam, no one failed it… I must be sleeping now. And yet, by the time I see this posted tomorrow, I’ll know I’m dreaming to dream… *sobbing*

So I’m planning to take this certificate from the US, which is simply an addition to dozens of problems in my life. Myth: the percentage of passing the exam accross the world is below 10% of total candidates. Fact: the percentage of passing the exam accross the world is wake-up-girl-coz-still below 10% of total candidates. Being aware of such an encouraging statistic, I entered the Visa number to register for the coming December exam. Yeah! Although there’d better be a good logical reason to insist on doing it. If not, then I must have accidentally hypnotized myself. Well done!

Sure, sure, for the sake of the idealistic way of speaking’s, I’d like to enhance my knowledge… add value to my degree… make my forehead more flashy (oof, enough please) if possible. And guess what? Whatever. I will take the exam because I wanna take it. I’m ready for the swan dive no matter what. So I suppose this is beyond mad. Don’t you? Especially since I don’t swim well….

… Welcome to my home!