Simple Thoughts

(I wrote this back in January 2024… Justin Trudeau has since left office, but the principles remain the same, and I stand by what I said. So I will publish this as is.

Justin Trudeau is nice; he tries to please everyone. Unfortunately, we do not want or need a leader who is nice; we need one who is strong.

If he were in another position, he would thrive. But as a leader of a G7 country, he fails. 😦

2025 thoughts:

(I want to elaborate on what I wrote a year ago)

I think he is kind and generous, and he fits well in an education setting (he was previously a drama teacher), and he would be a great social worker… but he doesn’t possess the skills or quality as a strong leader… much less a leader of a country as big and as impactful as Canada.

I am ashamed of myself for not being more active in this blog… I promise I really want to write more… but sometimes life gets the best of me and I forget to.

This is my yearly reminder (or lack thereof) to write more and check in to let you know that this blog is still active… It looks like I have abandoned it (and I apologize for doing so), but I will be back… soon.

I went through a bunch of drafts, and it looks like they are quite irrelevant… I still haven’t decided on whether or not to delete them or publish them and do a comparison in the future of my thoughts then and now (I will let you know when that happens)

The Bible says that:

My whole life I thought sarcasm was fun, a joke, something to spice up a conversation, and even a way to show others that I’m fluent and “cool”.

I never understood how it affected me or others until today.

Today I hurt a friend through sarcasm and I finally learned the hard way how it can be damaging.

Here are a few points I drew from this experience:

• Sarcasm is damaging because it hurts others at an expense to make you feel superior
• It hurts even if you aren’t on the receiving end.
• It confuses people.
• It is evil because it hurts people, belittles them and takes away joy… in other words, sarcasm steals and destroys.

When you hurt me…

Know that I got hurt not because I’m weak, it is because you are a jerk…

A victim

There is only a fine line between special and weird… 

Reading my older posts on this blog prompted me to write a letter to myself. So much has changed and there is so much I wish I could tell myself, and I hope it will benefit you too.

Dear 25 year old me,

God loves you. He loves you beyond what you can imagine. Things will get better and there are many more ways to define happiness, success and fulfillment.

God has a plan for you, do not stress. He will lead and guide you to it at the right time. Do not try to change yourself to be someone else. Those fake friends, bullies, and everyone who played a role in hurting you will in a few years time, come to you for help and you will be too busy to entertain them. They will show you respect, but you will ignore them.

God will provide you with so much more than you can ask for, He will supply you with every need and He will give you financial provision and He will introduce you to really good brothers and sisters and friends.

In a few years, you will make a bold move to Tokyo and will be led to wonderful and not so wonderful people. There, God will provide you with friendship, respect, financial independence, ways to find yourself and ways to accept who you are.

There are a lot of ways to do things, you will see that those who have much are still not content and those who have not as much can be content. Having is not the only indicator to happiness, it is how you see things, and when you learn to be content when you don’t have a lot, God will provide you abundantly.

You will realize that having a job isn’t the only way to make money, IT is not your only path. God will stretch you and move you from your comfort zone and He will make you learn to let go of things that don’t matter. Just be yourself, people will accept who you are, the right people will be there, think of it as sifting flour, out with those that don’t belong (and waste your time) and in with those who truly like you for who you are.

You are beautiful, more beautiful than you think. Don’t listen to your mom or your friends when they say you are ugly or not good enough, these are all lies. You will meet a lot of lovely young men (some will hurt you, and you will hurt some, but that is ok), you will learn to choose who you want to be with, what your love languages are, and know that single isn’t an indicator that you are not good enough. The men, or boys, rather, that you are seeing, are just a very niche group of weirdos, real men are coming and they will treasure you for who you are.

Love,
Your 33 year old self

I moved to Tokyo, Japan, 5 years ago and it seems as if time has stopped or fast forwarded too quickly.

Now when I read this blog, or older entries from my pre-Tokyo days, I can’t imagine who I use to be. Tokyo has changed me… God had shaped me… or perhaps, I am just getting older.

I have definitely lost most of the writing style I use to have and have lost a lot of the innocence from when I was very active on this blog. Things which use to matter so much have become quite meaningless.

And perhaps the most shocking is… when I read some events, I have no memory of them ever happening. It sort of feels as if I am reading someone else’s blog about their lives. For some other events, they feel familiar but have become very foreign to me.

When I read my entries on a certain crush who had gotten me obsessed, I had to look at the date to remember who the person is. It is weird reading my thoughts on someone who I use to have so much hope for and now, I hardly remember even a single detail about him.

I’m happy that I have officially moved on. Tokyo and those around me have helped me. It is strange how Tokyo has a way of mounding you into a different, better version of yourself… I am so glad Tokyo happened.

Wow, So… I’m quite embarrassed… I have abandoned this blog… for a bit too long… it’s not that I have given up on blogging… I do blog… (my reviews blog, my daily blog) but I haven’t had much to say HERE… as tough as it gets when a writer has writer’s block and finds it hard to put pen on paper, I definitely had my equivalent as a blogger.

But rest assured, I am back.

(if anything good were to come from this pandemic, it is this… rediscovering one of my favourite hobbies)

This isn’t my story, I found it on Facebook and thought it is worth to share it here.

His phone rang in church by accident during prayer

The pastor scolded him on the pulpit😡

The worshippers shouted at him for interrupting the ministration 😡

The ushers admonished him and looked at him cross eyed

His wife kept on shouting at him for his carelessness all the way home😭

(You could see the shame, embarrassment and humiliation on his face)

He never stepped foot in church again💔😭😞

That evening, he went to the Bar🍻🍺

He asked for a bottle of wine🍺, and as he was drinking his stress away, the bottle fell by accident

Those it touched rushed towards him

He closed his eyes expecting harsh words💔 and Slaps👊👋

But instead they cared to know if he didn’t get a cut from the broken bottle pieces❤

The waiter apologized and gave him something to clean himself up with ❤

The female manager gave him another drink for free😊👌

The female manager also gave him a hug and she said unto him “don’t worry we understand that it was a mistake”

He has not stopped going to that bar ever since then!!!

#Lesson

Have you ever thought that maybe the reason why the world doesn’t believe our God is loving God is because we ourselves are not so loving?

Sometimes our attitude as believers drives people to hell🔥

This year, know how To treat People!

If You can’t be a bridge to connect people then don’t be the wall that separates them from God!