Owting

Went with the sec school peeps to Sakura International Buffet. All I can say about the food there is that theres really nothing special about it. I mean, 30 bucks for a buffet that serves only japanese and generic dishes can hardly be called an "International Buffet". If you really were international youd have carbonara from Italy and fried dog from China.

Even then, the dishes use quantity to make up for quality. I stopped eating any more when I was nearly at my satiation peak not because I was truly full, but because there was simply nothing more worth stuffing myself for.

Whereas places like Petes place (Grand Hyatt Hotel), I can get high class Italian food (buffet) at the exact same price, and everything there is worth eating till you fill your tank up for 2 meals.

Next up was "Wanted".

Cutting a long story short, it was the worst movie Ive watched since the start of this year, and Im going to tell you why. Im going to spoil the entire show for you right here and now, because you shouldnt be watching it, and Im not about to let you waste 9 bucks and 2 hours of your time doing so, because I love you all.


AHEM.

First lets talk about the action, since this is an action film. The action part of the show relies heavily on the ability to fuck the laws of physics because our main protagonist can bend the path of bullets by swinging his gun arm whilst firing real quick. (In case youre really stupid, what that really does in real life is get you killed)

So I was just thinking, okay Ill let that pass, even though the sheer absurdity is digging into my veins and injecting shit into them, since we do have superheroes and everyone loves Neo from The Matrix right? (Allow me to not point out that Neo was able to do what he did because he was in a bloody computer)

Now lets talk plot. Because the producers knew that the show would be the lame shit that it still is without a twist, they decided to introduce......TAA DAH! A TWIST!

What better twist then to do a Luke-Vader twist by letting the main enemy of the show tell our hero ,"Sorry dude, Im actually your father, and you just shot me, you stupid motherfucker. And even though this is probably an attempt to mindfuck you before I die, you should believe me."

Oh God! I couldnt have guessed! Now our hero wants revenge for being manipulated! So he places little bombs on rats that he stores in the back of a garbage truck, then dumps them all at the front gate of the bad guys base. And thats when the audience finds out how well he trained all the rats because they knew how to spread out into every nook and cranny of the huge base within 5 seconds of movie time and blow it to hell!

Lastly, as though I were not disappointed enough, the only babe of the movie seems to have turned anorexic. Who am I talking about?

Angelina Jolie of course! Her arms are so thin its really hard to believe she can even handle the recoil of a 0.22 calibre pistol! Whats wrong dear? Has handling your 1684196453 adopted children stressed you out? Compare the two above with the one below!

Look how much nicer she looks! Goodness.

Oh well the movie probably scored a 2/10 for me. And you all should thank me for saving you that amount of time.

Shes Back From Outer Space

Dr chan is coming back from the US to do some final administrative shit before she moves there for good. Im going to meet her, so if ANY of you peeps want more details, sms me at 97863955 before monday.

Racism: A Refreshing P.O.V.

I was talking with this work friend of mines whos a malay, about malays and racism, although it wasnt in that order. Racism came first.

Despite her views that racism is entirely bad, and mine that racism is the thing itself that creates the barrier between races, we both agreed that if people could all stand each other a little more, the world would be a better place. Hey, its not everyday you get to talk about how to create world peace, you know.

Then she made a statement that surprised me. Not because I didnt know it, but coming from a malay, its something else. She said she felt that malays, as a race, were lazy and were only concerned about the present, and not so much the future. Not only that, they also sorta didnt want their own race to succeed because according to her, some of them actually badmouth the ones who do succeed.

Now, this is, of course, only what she believes, and shes entitled to that. If you feel strongly against it thats your problem, and if you wanna start talking shit I can recommend you this really great wall with a hole in it for you to fuck.

But she goes on to say, that minahs and mutts (she calls them "mats", can I get someone to comment on the accuracy of that?) are a disgrace to her race. And I agree. The even bigger problem is that somehow they are the majority of malays, unlike the chinese, who have it vice versa. What bugs her as well are the ones that arnt in school because they ponned it or whatever other reason that doesnt have to do with poverty. Its like, I quote "they just sit in one corner relak while Im here trying to do well".

Although it is a valid point that what you want to do should not be affected by other people, it probably makes an even bigger deal when your entire race is against you, against your race for success. Haha! Im sorry I had to say that.

So anyway, like a dear friend once said ,"They say we're racist, but theyre not exactly doing anything to prove otherwise right?" Maybe my dear, there are ones out there who are really trying to do something. Lets just wish them good luck. Their race depends on them. Really.

Jackie Chan is insane.



R.E.S.P.E.C.T.

Yet Another "Toy"

Yay I got myself another figurine! Much to the dismay of dor (noooo its not nice. Its just a figurine you cant do anything with it) and jen (noo not again! Ben you should really stop buying these toys)

My frigging Tier 3 Warrior hell yeah!

OMG he's injured! Healz pl0x.

Heres a tauren female in the game for comparison.

Of course, thats one of the bad things about having females as good friends; They just simply CANNOT understand how feels like to want to collect these pieces of art, although cara should probably be able to understand me. I have to say though, hers is really a severe case of doll fetish.

But would you rather spend one or two hundred dollars on these, or spend thousands on bags with "GGGGGG" or "LVLVLVLVLV" written all over them?

How unappetizing is that?

Ugh So Annoying

If I change my blog skin Ill have to redo all my advertisements and I have absolutely no idea how to use html to do that shit.

Well honestly, I dont have much of an idea as to how to use html to do ANYTHING at all. So all I did was change the background to a nice sunsettish one.

People Disgust Me

Its always very disheartening to meet a nasty customer. Its not because I cant take what hes saying. Thats not really the case.

What is specifically so sad is to see the state of the human condition in such a light.

What happened was that we had this 63++ Y.O. woman who had the receiving of her member card delayed by three months because of the slow communication between the departments that deals with the card and ours, as well as us having the wrong mailing address. Her daughter came in demanding an explanation as to why this was so and made an extremely snide remark that it was because her mother was old, and that we pushed the elderly around, so we purposefully delayed the sending of the card.

Can you imagine someone saying that? I mean, what age do you live in? And youre bloody 40 turning 50... is it even possible to THINK up a remark like that? Or did it just come out of your ass?

I hope to God it was the latter, because if it wasnt, it really says a lot about how people think of the elderly.

Youd have to think that the elderly were useless to reason that its because of that that people would want to push them around. And you can say that she may be a black sheep, but deep down you know its not true. There are millions of other people whod jump on her bandwagon of absurdity.

And thats just the way the human culture is. We're killing ourselves, we really are.

P.S. Cafe @ Dempsey Road/ Harding

Im back from blowing a days work money on a meal. Thats $50 buckeroos gone like that, into the pockets of the P.S. Cafe.

Question was, was it worth it? Its going to be quite long explaining why it wasnt totally satisfactory, especially without pictures (taking pics are not allowed) but I shall try my very best.

GETTING THERE: Is a bitch if you dont own four wheels. Its out of the way. You need to take a bus from town to get there and back. Then you have to climb to the top of a stupid hill, which isnt that bad, except that if your date is wearing high heels then you might have a bit of carrying to do. Thank goodness jen had the sense/luck to be wearing those flat type shoes.

The good thing about the location is revealed once you get into the restaurant. The ambience is very different from what youd get in some shopping center cuz the ceiling's very high above you, like as though youre in a hall for kings. In the shopping center you can touch the ceiling by jumping, like as though youre in a slaves quarters or something. The feel was a bit world war two-ish, i dunno if its just me; The music reminded me of medal of honour, for some strange reason.

Based on environment, interesting architecture and feel alone, this is a pretty good place to bring your friends.

Score: 8/10

SERVICE: Was definitely not worth the service tax. I had to wait to get my water refilled. I expect waiters to prowl the areas, like Metal Gear guards on patrol, looking for glasses to refill. It also took a while sometimes to get their attention to order something. They were polite and accomodating though, which slightly makes up for their lack of situational awareness.

Score: 6.5/10

FOOD:

MOUSSAKA
OUR OWN GROUND VEAL, BACON, FRESH HERBS, & SPICE COOKED TOMATO SAUCE LAYERED WITH FIRE ROASTED EGGPLANT, GLAZED WITH RICOTTA MORNAY, BALSAMIC DRESSED WILD ROCKET LEAVES, TOASTED NUTS & CRISPY SWEET POTATO GARNISH

That was what I had, and it was pretty good, because I ate the bloody eggplant thinking I was eating mushrooms. And to me, any chef that gives me shit I hate and makes me think Im eating something else is a pretty damn good chef. This dish is a bit on the sourish side, FYI

Score: 8/10

CREAMY SMOKED FISH FILO
FLAKED TROUT & WHITE FISH FILLET WITH FENNEL, ONION & POTATO BAKED WITH KING ISLAND BÉCHAMEL SAUCE IN A CRISPY SHELL SERVED WITH A GRILLED PRAWN & RUSTIC SALAD

This is what jfur had. Her salad dressing was similar to mine, so not much to comment there. The fish is what I want to bitch about. Firstly, there are bones in the fillet. Fillets are not supposed to have bones, period. Sure, it poses no problem for me; I can pick out bones as fine as hair, but its just that people ordering it thinking they're safe to swallow whole might get a nasty surprise. Itd be great to kill off a few people, cuz people are annoying, but not if that person is like, a friend or something.

The fish didnt really melt in my mouth, so thats bad, cuz I have this predilection to think that good chefs can make any fish melt in your mouth, so if it doesnt, then fail. I dont care if you think Im wrong, cuz Im the critic now, not you. You can probably get something at Soup Restaurant or Jacks Place for half the price.

On the other hand, the sauce was quite palatable.

Score: 6/10

Apple Pie With Cheddar Crust
Jfur's dessert. The apple was goooood. But the crust tasted burnt. Somehow she claimed she could taste the cheese in the crust, but all I tasted was chao da.

Score: 7/10

Banana Cream Pie
This is the nightmare of people on diets. They have a layer of caramel on the plate, on top of which is a layer of uber-sweet biscuit, followed by a thicker layer of caramel, then slices of banana, then finally a mountain of whipped banana cream.

This is one of the things that bring you to heaven at the first bite and take you to the hospital at the tenth. You know how your sour taste buds fuck up after you eat a Warhead sweet? Well, your sweet taste buds pretty much function at 100% efficiency most of the time, and this is one of the times you'll curse them.

This is a dish which is horrible if you eat after a heavy meal, cuz youll just puke from the sweetness. You absolutely HAVE to share it with someone or youll die. Ironic how jfur stopped me from ordering sparkling wine instead cuz she didnt want to bring home a drunk puking all over her, just to have me wanting to puke from trying to finish this dish.

Score: Initially 8.5/10, after 6.5/10

$40 Well Spent

Haha! I finally got the warlock tier 5 figurine ive wanted for so long! It cost me 40 bucks and people wonder why I would spend that money on what they call "toys", but, I just do. I love it, and Ill do it if I Love it.

New addition to the family! Ill have to get a new shelf to hold them all soon....

Close up!

This pic is a sorta secret picture on the other side of the box that you cant see till you actually open it... It shows the upcoming series. Im probably gonna get the Dreadnaught Warrior and maybe the Transcendance priest (troll), but his hexxer staff is such a turn off. They shoulda given him a Benediction or something fancier instead.

I would go for illidan, but I have no place to put something that big... Oh well maybe Ill just buy him and figure it out later! hahahah!

This Is Me Trying To Be Nice

I always have a field day when someone who's 1.) Not so clever or 2.) Not so linguistically sane tries to be philosophical on MSN.

They have nicks about life, love, hate and even politics but they all have one thing in common: They sound retarded. Extremely retarded. The reason is simply because they cant get their grammar right, or that the sentence structure is so wth that it ends up sounding like a dyslexic person trying to recite poetry.

Haha... thats precisely what happens when a stupid person tries to be clever. Man, I have so many examples but too bad Im too much of a pussy to write em out here cuz then they'd know Im referring to them.

But you dont need me to show you. If you have around 100 contacts, just read through their nicks. There will be one, AT LEAST one retard per hundred people.

The bottom line is, if you cant do it, dont. You can just have a one word/name nick like "Retard" and at the very least, no one will think youre stupid. Otherwise, you can go ahead and keep me laughing.... ^^

As Predicted

Things went my way, except he was feeling a little more accomodating then I expected. So in a general sense it worked out except that I didnt have complete control of the situation cuz what he gave me was slightly different from what I predicted.

Anyway today was a good day cuz I fed Tiger and the little bastard didnt scratch me. He did the last time, but hes a tough fucker, so I forgive him. Hes such a scheming POS cuz when I feed him he does that little brushing thing against your legs that cats always do. But when hes pissed he goes "get-the-fuck-outta-my-face-MEOWR". Kinda reminds me of me.

Tiger.

Me Against The Boss

Ahh so the big boss is talking behind my back again. Its time for a talk with him, I think, where I get him to say what I want to hear and do what I want him to do.

Ive dealt with his type before. Predicting his conversation path is like predicting the path from Yishun MRT to Khatib.

Youre never totally in charge, my friend. Not with me around.

Cool Name

I was folding papers this afternoon and I noticed this woman with an Uber-Cool-Name.

Check this out:




Faeldog.

Wow. How awesome is that? It sounds like Fel Dog, like youre some fucking big shot from the burning legion.

BEHOLD! LORD FAELDOG!!

Sweet.

Cheese Bun From Breadtalk

Breadtalk just introduced this new cheese bun I want to intro you guys.

If youre a cheese freak, this is something for you to eat till you puke. Each costs $1.40.

The outside is covered with mozzerella I think.

There are shy cheese chunks that hide inside.

Existence of Forgiveness

Hmm Ive been very busy lately. Mostly busy doing a lot of thinking. The question of the week can be summed up in: Even if repaired my heart such that it could once again forgive, could the other party/parties forgive me?

Which is essentially the crux of the problem, because the other party/parties wouldnt believe themselves to be in the wrong, simply because we all do what we think is right.

How to solve the problem then, when there is no such thing as 'right' and 'wrong' because our ideas of 'right' and 'wrong' are constantly shifting? In that case, who should be doing the forgiving? Does it even matter since forgiving is 'for giving'? Is there even any forgiving to be done?

Minds Cafe

So theres this place near the NLB called Minds Cafe. Its basically a cafe with board games and such with supposedly good food. I was pretty disappointed to find they didnt have the Warcraft or Starcraft board games there, but Nest said even if they did have it, youd need 8 hours to complete the Warcraft one and 4 for the Starcraft one.

The only pics I took were of the Jenga ones tho.

Yong Sheng surveys the situation.

YS makes his move.


Jin Hong, not expecting YS to succeed, contemplates his next move.


Our battle, 4 steps before collapse.


"Lose already la" - Me and jen in a separate 1v1 (which I did win)

So this was the final sending off of zeya to his NS. Hope he survives his fat camp and lives to tell me about it! Good luck!

Hello my dear, mon amie
why did you take my heart from me?
Thank you love, gracias
now you will see the coup de grace

Your blood will splatter on the floor
and you shall bleed forever-more
Just as you have caused me pain
so shall your death throes be in vain.

CWG Movie And Drunk Baby

Conversations with God is having a movie made for october! I cant wait!

Anyway, heres a really really funny video. Baby lovers will love it, and pretty much anyone else.

Joke

One evening last week, my girlfriend and I were getting into bed.

Well, the passion starts to heat up, and she eventually says, "I don’t feel like it, I just want you to hold me."

I said, "WHAT??!! What was that?!"

So she says the words that every boyfriend on the planet dreads to hear…

"You’re just not in touch with my emotional needs as a woman enough for me to satisfy your physical needs as a man."

She responded to my puzzled look by saying, "Can’t you just love me for who I am and not what I do for you in the bedroom?"

Realizing that nothing was going to happen that night, I went to sleep.

The very next day I opted to take the day off of work to spend time with her. We went out to a nice lunch and then went shopping at a big, big unnamed department store. I walked around with her while she tried on several different very expensive outfits. She couldn’t decide which one to take, so I told her we’d just buy them all. She wanted new shoes to compliment her new clothes, so I said, "Lets get a pair for each outfit."

We went on to the jewelry department where she picked out! a pair of diamond earrings. Let me tell you… she was so excited. She must have thought I was one wave short of a shipwreck. I started to think she was testing me because she asked for a tennis bracelet when she doesn’t even know how to play tennis.

I think I threw her for a loop when I said, "That’s fine, honey." She was almost nearing sexual satisfaction from all of the excitement. Smiling with excited anticipation, she finally said, "I think this is all dear, let’s go to the cashier."

I could hardly contain myself when I blurted out, "No honey, I don’t feel like it."

Her face just went completely blank as her jaw dropped with a baffled,
"WHAT?"

I then said, "Honey! I just want you to HOLD this stuff for a while. You’re just not in touch with my financial needs as a man enough for me to satisfy your shopping needs as a woman."

And just when she had this look like she was going to kill me, I added,
"Why can’t you just love me for who I am and not for the things I buy you?"

Apparently I’m not having sex tonight either….but at least that bitch knows I’m smarter than her.

EDIT: The "I" isnt ME. Its a copy and pasted joke.

Parable: The Little Soul And The Sun

WARNING: The following post is one on spirituality, and is serious. If youre looking for something funny, read the above post.

The Little Soul and the Sun is a simple and powerful story that brings children a very profound truth: There is no absolute good or bad - that underneath all that happens in the world, all that we call "good" and all that we call "bad," is love. Your child will discover a God that she or he can love, because God is love, as are all the Little Souls who are a part of God. And perhaps parents, too, will rediscover who they really are.

*****

Once upon no time, there was a little Soul who said to God, "I know who I am."

And God said, "That's wonderful! Who are you?"

And the Little Soul shouted, "I'm the Light!"

God smiled a big smile. "That's right!" God exclaimed. "You are the Light."

The Little Soul was so happy, for it had figured out what all the souls in the Kingdom were there to figure out.

"Wow," said the Little Soul, "this is really cool!"

But soon, knowing who it was was not enough. The Little Soul felt stirrings inside, and now wanted to be who it was. And so the Little Soul went back to God (which is not a bad idea for all souls who want to be Who They Really Are) and said,

"Hi, God! Now that I know Who I am, is it okay for me to be it?"

And God said, "You mean you want to be Who You Already Are?"

"Well," replied the Little Soul," it's one thing to know Who I Am, and another thing altogether to actually be it. I want to feel what it's like to be the Light!"

"But you already are the Light," God repeated, smiling again.

"Yes, but I want to see what that feels like!" cried the Little Soul.

"Well," said God with a chuckle, "I suppose I should have known. You always were the adventuresome one."

Then God's expression changed. "There's only one thing..."

"What?" asked the Little Soul.

"Well, there is nothing else but the Light. You see, I created nothing but what you are; and so, there is no easy way for you to experience yourself as Who You Are, since there is nothing that you are not."

"Huh?" said the Little Soul, who was now a little confused.

"Think of it this way," said God. "You are like a candle in the Sun. Oh, you're there all right. Along with a million, gazillion other candles who make up the Sun. And the sun would not be the Sun without you. Nay, it would be a sun without one of its candles...and that would not be the Sun at all; for it would not shine as brightly. Yet, how to know yourself as the Light when you are amidst the Light -that is the question."

"Well," the Little Soul perked up, "you're God. Think of something!"

Once more God smiled. "I already have," God said. "Since you cannot see yourself as the Light when you are in the Light, we'll surround you with darkness."

"What's darkness?" the Little Soul asked.

God replied, "It is that which you are not."

"Will I be afraid of the dark?" cried the Little Soul.

"Only if you choose to be," God answered. "There is nothing, really, to be afraid of, unless you decide that there is. You see, we are making it all up. We are pretending."

"Oh," said the Little Soul, and felt better already.

Then God explained that, in order to experience anything at all, the exact opposite of it will appear. "It is a great gift," God said, "because without it, you could not know what anything is like. You could not know Warm without Cold, Up without Down, Fast without Slow. You could not know Left without Right, Here without There, Now without Then."

"And so," God concluded, "when you are surrounded with darkness, do not shake your fist and raise your voice and curse the darkness. Rather be a Light unto the darkness, and don't be mad about it. Then you will know Who You Really Are, and all others will know, too. Let your Light shine so that everyone will know how special you are!"

"You mean it's okay to let others see how special I am?" asked the Little Soul.

"Of course!" God chuckled. "It's very okay! But remember,'special' does not mean 'better.' Everybody is special, each in their own way! Yet many others have forgotten that. They will see that it is okay for them to be special only when you see that it is okay for you to be special."

"Wow," said the Little Soul, dancing and skipping and laughing and jumping with joy. "I can be as special as I want to be!"

"Yes, and you can start right now," said God, who was dancing and skipping and laughing right along with the Little Soul.

"What part of special do you want to be?"

"What part of special?" the Little Soul repeated. "I don't understand."

"Well," God explained, "being the Light is being special, and being special has a lot of parts to it. It is special to be kind. It is special to be gentle. It is special to be creative. It is special to be patient. Can you think of any other ways it is special to be?"

The Little Soul sat quietly for a moment. "I can think of lots of ways to be special!" the Little Soul then exclaimed. "It is special to be helpful. It is special to be sharing. It is special to be friendly. It is special to be considerate of others!"

"Yes!" God agreed, "and you can be all of those things, or any part of special you wish to be, at any moment. That's what it means to be the Light."

"I know what I want to be, I know what I want to be!" the Little Soul announced with great excitement. "I want to be the part of special called 'forgiving'. Isn't it special to be forgiving?"

"Oh, yes," God assured the Little Soul. "That is very special."

"Okay," said the Little Soul. "That's what I want to be. I want to be forgiving. I want to experience myself as that."

"Good," said God, "but there's one thing you should know."

The Little Soul was becoming a bit impatient now. It always seemed as though there were some complication.

"What is it?" the Little Soul sighed.

"There is no one to forgive."

"No one?" The Little Soul could hardly believe what had been said.

"No one!" God repeated. "Everything I have made is perfect. There is not a single soul in all creation less perfect than you. Look around you."

It was then that the Little Soul realized a large crowd had gathered. Souls had come from far and wide ~ from all over the Kingdom ~ for the word had gone forth that the Little Soul was having this extraordinary conversation with God, and everyone wanted to hear what they were saying. Looking at the countless other souls gathered there, the Little Soul had to agree. None appeared less wonderful, less magnificent, or less perfect than the Little Soul itself. Such was the wonder of the souls gathered around, and so bright was their Light, that the Little Soul could scarcely gaze upon them.

"Who, then, to forgive?" asked God.

"Boy, this is going to be no fun at all!" grumbled the Little Soul. "I wanted to experience myself as One Who Forgives. I wanted to know what that part of special felt like."

And the Little Soul learned what it must feel like to be sad. But just then a Friendly Soul stepped forward from the crowd.

"Not to worry, Little Soul," the Friendly Soul said, "I will help you."

"You will?" the Little Soul brightened. "But what can you do?"

"Why, I can give you someone to forgive!"

"You can?"

"Certainly!" chirped the Friendly Soul. "I can come into your next lifetime and do something for you to forgive."

"But why? Why would you do that?" the Little Soul asked. "You, who are a Being of such utter perfection! You, who vibrate with such a speed that it creates a Light so bright that I can hardly gaze upon you! What could cause you to want to slow down your vibration to such a speed that your bright Light would become dark and dense? What could cause you ~ who are so light that you dance upon the stars and move through the Kingdom with the speed of your thought--to come into my life and make yourself so heavy that you could do this bad thing?"

"Simple," the Friendly Soul said. "I would do it because I love you."

The Little Soul seemed surprised at the answer.

"Don't be so amazed," said the Friendly Soul, "you have done the same thing for me. Don't you remember? Oh, we have danced together, you and I, many times. Through the eons and across all the ages have we danced. Across all time and in many places have we played together. You just don't remember."

"We have both been All Of It. We have been the Up and the Down of it, the Left and the Right of it. We have been the Here and the There of it, the Now and the Then of it. We have been the male and the female, the good and the bad; we have both been the victim and the villain of it."

"Thus have we come together, you and I, many times before; each bringing to the other the exact and perfect opportunity to Express and to Experience Who We Really Are. And so," the Friendly Soul explained further, "I will come into your next lifetime and be the 'bad one' this time. I will do something really terrible, and then you can experience yourself as the One Who Forgives.

"But what will you do?" the Little Soul asked, just a little nervously, "that will be so terrible?"

"Oh," replied the Friendly Soul with a twinkle, "we'll think of something."

Then the Friendly Soul seemed to turn serious, and said in a quiet voice, "You are right about one thing, you know."

"What is that?" the Little Soul wanted to know.

"I will have to slow down my vibration and become very heavy to do this not-so-nice thing. I will have to pretend to be something very unlike myself. And so, I have but one favour to ask of you in return."

"Oh, anything, anything!" cried the Little Soul, and began to dance and sing, "I get to be forgiving, I get to be forgiving!"

Then the Little Soul saw that the Friendly Soul was remaining very quiet.

"What is it?" the Little Soul asked. "What can I do for you? You are such an angel to be willing to do this for me!"

"Of course this Friendly Soul is an angel!" God interrupted. "Everyone is! Always remember: I have sent you nothing but angels."

And so the Little Soul wanted more than ever to grant the Friendly Soul's request. "What can I do for you?" the Little Soul asked again.

"In the moment that I strike you and smite you," the Friendly Soul replied, "in the moment that I do the worst to you that you could possible imagine ~ in that very moment..."

"Yes?" the Little Soul interrupted, "yes...?""Remember Who I Really Am."

"Oh, I will!" cried the Little Soul, "I promise! I will always remember you as I see you right here, right now!"

"Good," said the Friendly Soul, "because, you see, I will have been pretending so hard, I will have forgotten myself. And if you do not remember me as I really am, I may not be able to remember for a very long time. And if I forget Who I Am, you may even forget Who You Are, and we will both be lost. Then we will need another soul to come along and remind us both of Who We Are."

"No, we won't!" the Little Soul promised again. "I will remember you! And I will thank you for bringing me this gift ~ the chance to experience myself as Who I Am.

" And so, the agreement was made. And the Little Soul went forth into a new lifetime, excited to be the Light, which was very special, and excited to be that part of special called Forgiveness.

And the Little Soul waited anxiously to be able to experience itself as Forgiveness, and to thank whatever other soul made it possible. And at all the moments in that new lifetime, whenever a new soul appeared on the scene, whether that new soul brought joy or sadness--and especially if it brought sadness--the Little Soul thought of what God had said.

"Always remember," God had smiled, "I have sent you nothing but angels."


by Neale Donald Walsch, Conversations With God