The miracle of Writing/Blogging

31 10 2008

Writing to many people may mean many different things. It could mean stories,essays, notes and personal experiences. Writing comes in different forms. Just to name a few: Blogs, diaries, articles, letter, etc.

In my daily life, I kept a blog ( obviously, you’re reading it now!) and a diary/journal. Some people find it troublesome keeping both. After you rant on your blog, you are in no mood to repeat everything in your journal because you would think it is a waste of time.

My blog, as some of you would know, isn’t very personal. It does contain personal and random post but it is not like every time you check my blog you read my rants about some boy I have a major crush on or something. You kind of see a variety of topics and styles of writing(That is the impression I wanted to give). I blog about politics, religion, conflict, random rants and personal stuff.

I feel that personal posts are required. May be one every month, just to remind everyone that you are human. Flesh, blood, skin…cells… You get what I mean.

Anyways, writing/blogging is like walking on the moon. You leave footsteps on the moon and there is no wind or water to wash your foot steps away. Yout foot steps on your blog or in your journal are not washed away. That is unless you wash up your own foot steps but then again, different story.I am not talking about getting kicked off a blog site. I am talking in general.

I like blogging and keeping a journal. I always imagine my great great grand daughter or son reading my life when I write my blog or journal. I picture my daughter or daughter in law reading certain entries to their kids as bed time stories and I know I am 15 and all but I like thinking about it. It is very calming.  However, it doesn’t make me write occurrences that are not always considered okay by society. Hey, no one is perfect.

I leave foot prints. They tell you CHEYENNE PHILLIPS WAS HERE.  You know me even if you never met me and I think that is the most amazing thing about writing.





The Japanese are so creative

31 10 2008

I think the Japanese are really creative. I love watching I Survived A Japanese Game Show. It is not only hilarious and really really good. The things Americans would do for money. I say Americans because you have a lot more game shows where Americans make a complete fool of themselves for some large about of money.

The Japanese have won, in my opinion, the most-hilarious-and-funny-way-to-make-the-world-laugh-by-making-Americans-do-funny-stuff-for-money award. I need to come up with a shorter name for this award. By the way, you get nothing for winning this award. It is just a make believe award.

If you watch I Survived A Japanese Show and watch all the hilarious games, you’ll see that it is so hilarious and riduculas, it is no wonder the rest of the world can’t come up with something so creatve.  They are so good!. Is there a Japan DisneyLand? If there is, tear it down and buld an I Survived a Japanese Game Show Theme Park. I would camp over night just to be thr first in line. I am serious. Don’t you think that those games look fun? I think they look really fun!!! I want to try every single game.

Think about it ok. Open an I Survived a Japanese Game Show Theme Park.





greatness is in the eyes of the beholder

30 10 2008

You know people who are recognised for what they do? They are either mentioned in a book or are in a magazine or in the news? Have you ever looked at them and notice that they are people just like you? Then you ask yourself what they did to be so great?

Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon ’em.

Jeez, thank you Shakespeare. Alright. Some ARE born great. We basically have almost no control over where or who we are born to. Notice that the phrase doesn’t tell you how to achieve greatness. It doesn’t even tell how to have greatness thrust upon you.  Don’t you love that about great phrases?

However, if being great means getting there without being myself, I rather not be great. I rather be me. Who defined greatness anyway.

Hang on.

I’ll look up greatness at dictionary.com.

lalala…. here is it…Greatness..

  • the property possessed by something or someone of outstanding importance or eminence

Using this definition, I can say President Bush is great ( it’s a joke! I don’t think highly of Bush. I know what you are thinking…I am so not funny…).

I am just wondering. If beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, wouldn’t it apply to greatness. Greatness is in the eyes of the beholder. Now that is something you don’t hear everyday. We should say that more often. HEY! I’m the first to say it!

SHHH! I am going to say it now!

Greatness is in the eyes of the beholder.





Just go exploring

29 10 2008

Have you ever never realised something or a particular place until you are there and then you say to yourself ‘Man, this is so near my favorite shopping mall’? I just went through that today. My parents took me to Mout Faber to have dinner. It is suppose to be the highest peak in Singapore. It is really beautiful up there and I never knew where it was until today. I was up there and I saw Vivo city and I was like ‘How come I have never noticed this hill here before?’ I feel really bad saying this but it is true.

Singapore is small. Man the world is small. But there will forever be places you haven’t seen or visited before.

That is the lesson here. Just go exploring.





Nights in Rodanthe, best movie ever made in the history of the world

28 10 2008

Thank you God! Thank you, thank you, thank you. THANK YOU! And thank you, the script writers of Nights in Rodanthe. You all should go get a raise. Go now!

I love you. I love you. I love you. And I know I am being very dramatic here but this was seriously a great movie. The ending was brilliant. I always wanted that ending. I have been praynig and praying andprayg until I gave up and told my self what when I grow up and start script writing, I will make sure I make people cry and then make the ending really really sad, and still get good ratings. Those darn Script Writers beat me to it.

Just so you know, RIchard Gere’s charector dies. I didn’t want him to rise from the dead and yes!, he didn’t.

You might call me mean but I am seriously tired of watching movies with happy endings. What are the chances of that happening in real life? People keep rising from the dead. Jesus did it 2000 years ago. I don’t think we can so we better stop putting it in movies. 

If you are asking for my review, this is a great movie. You see many themes being played here and that is what made it ver interesting. It was no longer your typical Cinderella story. It was something that might actually happen. Some parts weren’t realistic like the house not flying away or their cars could work after the hurricane, but still it was a really interesting plot. You can see charectors grow and one charector I saw grow the most was Amanda.

Amanda is an actual representation of a teenage girl in any country. You see her grow with in a matter of weeks. It was really interesting. She was my favorite charector. Trust me, I know what I am talking about.

Go watch it.





FOILED!!! Plot to assasinate Barack Obama

28 10 2008

I just read the news. Someone wanted to kill 88 African Americans and decapitate 14. 88 and 14 are symbolic in the white supremactist community. They wanted to assasinate Obama.

I have a question that may not be very related to this particular post. It is just that…why do important people get assasinated while normal people get shot??? Please comment me your answers. I am really curious.

Anyways, getting back to the piece of news I was making a big deal of. Why do you want to shot Barack Obama? Just because he’s black*? So what? Just like Shylock from the Merchant of Venice said, “Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that.

Same thing here. Just rewire your mind and put in the ‘white-black’ context. Now I am going to put it in simple, simple english. WE ARE ALL HUMAN BEINGS LIKE IT OR NOT. I HIGHLY DOUBT ANYONE ESPECIALLY BARACK OBAMA IS AN ALIEN.

There! Now, seriously, I don’t see the problem in having Obama as the next president. If he was an alien from Mars that wanted world domination ( and if you have prof of that), then okay. I get why you want him gone. However, he’s not’. He’s just a man, with a family and a dream.

Seriously, sometimes I wish everyone was colour blind.

* ( sorry Mr. Obama. I am a big fan an all but I don’t know how to put that in a nice way)





Camps: Main Objective

26 10 2008

Today I had my Confirmation Retreat. It was horrid. It wasn’t boring or anything. It was just that…so many people cried and told difficult experiences that they wish to be kept with in the walls of the chapel. So if you want to know what is said, come to Singapore and knock on the chapel walls of our church and see if you can dig up anything. Have fun.

Yes, it was brave of those people who went up to talk about stuff that was difficult. Many tears were shed during a different activity where everyone was reflecting. I was crying and so was the girl next to me and the girl next to her. It was this whole cry fest.

I messed up the readings during mass. I felt humiliated and embrassed. I just wanted to run for it. I wanted to run down to the columbarium and stare at the slot where my Grandmother would be. I went down there before mass and it was a big mistake because everyone laughed at me. I just couldn’t help but think about my grandmother’s funeral. It just kept playing in my head. People laughing at me when I messed up didn’t help much either. Holding back tears through out mass especially when I sat right in front or readin in front of some many people. I only started breaking down when I was with the safety of my friends in the middle row.

I don’t dislike church camps. I dislike the way the bring out the side of people no one ever knew. You go to church. Try to be good in classes and build a reputation. An Identity for yourself. Kind of like High School or any Coed school. You build this image and make people believe this is you. It gets torn down by people who are trying to bring you closer to God and sometimes, in the process of doing so, you get humiliated and no one knows how you are feeling except may be you and God.  God isn’t going to tell anyone because God hardly talks to anyone. No one will know how you are feeling. You just stand there feeling yourself shrink and watch people laugh.

Camps of any sort will show people a different side of you, you never wanted people to see. Just watch out.