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olivia ♥ 250393' Everything I claim mine is yours, not a single thing on Earth did I deserve. The expressions and emotions from the depths of my heart. Take this life, I want to live for you. Let my life be a testimony- that speaks of the things that You've done for me. My life charted out in Your hands, written out before a single day had passed. and novels are my favorite things.

Wednesday, December 31, 2008
A Look Back At 2008

31 December- The last day of 2008. Before I know it, I'm taken back to the 1st of January 2008. This past year, so many things have happened, So many things I don't wish to remember. No matter how much I want to look on the brighter side of life, I can't help but feel like this year's the roughest year I've ever been through.

The sky burns with a brilliance, as it turns from a soft blue to a magnificent orange with a tinge of pink. Looking towards the west, I stare at the waves. I am in awe of the hpnotic power of the waves. A giant curl begins to take form, like a giant clasping hand, reaching out to grab me. I resist the urge to run away. The wave breaks with a thundering clap as it crashes on the shore. The bubbling foam quickly recedes to the power of the surf. Suddenly, a piece of driftwood washed onto the shore. It has an odd, twisted shape. The wood is pitted, yet smoothed and bleached from its time in the sun. I bend down to pick it up. As my fingers begin to reach out, the water catches hold of it and drags it out to the sea. For a moment, it looks as if the wood is struggling to stay ashore. It leaves a trail behind before reaching deeper waters, where it bobs violently before giving in to the ocean.
This year has been somewhat like the violent waters and I feel like the driftwood. So many things I wish I didn't have to know, so many territories I wished I had left untreaded.

I don't understand, how one person can give you advice in handling your own life for so many years,and all along you've grown up listening to what she said. And one day, you realise she's not as good as you think she is, and her life's in more of a wreck then you can imagine. To think she was someone I looked up to.

I look around, and see the people I love leaving. I know they have a calling in a place that's not here, but saying goodbye's hard. I wish I could turn back time, I wish I had treasured the moments with them.

I try so hard to make the cut. I've put in more effort than I've ever had before. But still, the results turn out disappointing, even worse than when I didn't give my all.


It's only a couple more hours before we enter 2009. A wave of relief washes over me. A new year, a new beginning. I feel so happyyyyy! (: It's like getting a whole new clean sheet of paper. All the mistakes and smudges of the previous paper ain't gonna show anymore. I anticipate the new year. But this anticipation comes with a slight tinge of uneasiness. I wonder what the new year will be like, what will the major events be about, will next year be more good than bad, how many new friends will I make? My mind's filled with a gazillion questions. But, I guess I'll never really live out the new year to its MAXXIEST MAX until I take the leap huh? So, what are we waiting for (other than for the clock to strike twelve)?


HERE'S TO 2009!

Saturday, December 27, 2008
HERE'S TO DEAR DOCTORS! <3



Been watching CODE BLUE lately. Although I'm not a great fan of gruesome blood-spilling scenes, I've got to admit that this show is AWESOME. Usually, I shun any 'bloody' show cos if it doesn't make me feel nauseous, I end up pretty much in tears. So yeah, although I love the magnanimous thought of saving lives, I don't think I can last long in this line. But, the fact that I have survived half the entire series (11 ep- great for those who are looking for a good short drama before school reopens), shows that this show is worth the watch.

SYNOPSIS:
If it can be treated one second earlier, the heart might start beating again.
If there is one extra helicopter, another life in danger may be saved.
If one more life can be saved, the Japanese medical community may regain trust.
There are more lives in this country that can be saved.


The "Doctor Helicopter" system was legalized in Japan in June 2007. A medical team is dispatched to the patients on a helicopter to provide medical care in the field as soon as possible. One day, four young physicians are assigned to this latest medical system. The doctors experience traumatic medical situations, deal with personal ambitions, witness the fragility of life, and they grow personally and professionally. --Fuji TV

Well, watching this show, has really made my heart overflow with gratefulness and gratitude towards doctors all over the world. No doubt society owes a debt of gratitude to doctors for their contributions in enlarging the reservoir of scientific knowledge, increasing the number of scientific tools, expanding the ability of professionals to use the knowledge and tools effectively in the never ending fight against disease and death, and for their sympathy and compassion in administering the sick and alleviating human suffering.

TO ALL DOCTORS:
Thank you for every bead of sweat you've shed while saving lives. Thank you for never giving up on saving lives till the patient's last breath, despite the odds. Thank you for saving so many from the pain of losing their loved ones. Thank you for every tear that has rolled down your cheek at the loss of a patient. Yes, if you were to look back at your life as a doctor, you'll be sure to find a vast majority of patients grateful to you, who have a great deal of respect and regard for you- for the sympathy with which you look after them or their near and dear ones. In this day, hour and second, many are able to walk on the face of this earth, their hearts able to beat. Why? It's because of you, and of course, the grace of God upon their fragile lives. Your God-given ability to comfort and heal means so much. Your dedication really makes a difference in the lives of others. Here's to honouring you for your skill and commitment in saving lives. May God's hand continue to be with you throughout your journey. Whenever you get discouraged, I pray that you will take heart and remember that God sees all the hard work you put in. You give patients another tomorrow. What can I say, you are truly God's specially created HOPE-GIVER!





*To watch CODE BLUE: http://www.mysoju.com/code-blue/

Thursday, December 25, 2008

Almighty God, the great I am
Immovable rock, omnipotent, powerful, awesome Lord
Victorious warrior, commanding King of Kings
Mighty conqueror, and the only time
the only time I ever saw Him run

CHORUS:
Was when He ran to me, He took me in His arms
Held my head to His chest, said “My son’s come home again”
Lifted my face, wiped the tears from my eyes
With forgiveness in His voice He said,
“Son do you know I still love you?”
He caught me by surprise when God ran

The day I left home I knew I’d broken His heart
And I wondered then if things could ever be the same
Then one night I remembered His love for me
And down that dusty road ahead I could see
It was the only time – it was the only time I ever saw Him run

And then He ran to me, He took me in His arms
Held my head to His chest, said “My son’s come home again”
Lifted my face, wiped the tears from my eyes
With forgiveness in His voice He said,
“Son do you know I still love you?”
He caught me by surprise as He brought me to my knees
When God ran – I saw Him run to me

BRIDGE:
I was so ashamed, all alone and so far away
But now I know He’s been waiting for this day

I saw Him run to me, He took me in His arms
Held my head to His chest, said “My son’s come home again”
Lifted my face, wiped the tears from my eyes
With forgiveness in His voice I felt His love for me again

He ran to me, He took me in His arms
Held my head to His chest, said “My son’s come home again”
Lifted my face, wiped the tears from my eyes
With forgiveness in His voice He said, “Son”, He called me Son
He said, “Son do you know I still love you?”
He ran to me and then I ran to Him
When God ran