Shawn Michaels’ titantron
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Even though the tribute was short, Jennifer brought tears to my eyes and gave me chills.. R.I.P Whitney </3
Jerichooooo @sparklyxshiny @mikkithemizfit @AlishaMichelle
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That’s one sexy dessert XD
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For @jojo2428 ;)
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Don’t ask me why…but I wondered if whoever wrote the song had gotten inspiration from Tweety bird. Listen to the lyrics, and you’ll see what I’m talking about…if you can find the Tweety part that is.
*shakes head to self in meanwhile* Really Christal…really? You know this song for so long……
…..how the hell I come up to that conclusion is beyond me. I must be one helluva crazy person…but I already knew that. :P
Sunday drives have been part of my sacred ritual (unless the weather looks too wet). I don’t need to go far, say into the countryside, to be satisfied. As long as I cruise down the road, with my stereo on, windows down to enjoy the evening breeze, I am a happy camper.
Last Sunday, I almost betrayed my own ritual. I was at home doing college work. Usually I don’t let my work interfere (but then and again, I procrastinate most of the time) but this piece of work needed a lot of attention, so I was basically stressing over it.
I looked at the time and realized it was way past 5. Dusk was slowly approaching. I would have been out on the road by now, driving. Then I decided to just head out anyway. I needed to clear my head. So I dressed and went out.
I stopped at the mall for groceries. When I got out, I was approached by a little boy who asked if I could get him something to eat. I rep(lied), saying that I didn’t have money. I went on ahead to the entrance.
How beautiful it is to have it…a conscience, that is. It was pounding my head throughout my entire visit at the supermarket. Right there and then, I realized that I had just encountered someone…that really needed help. So while I was getting my own things, I picked up a packet of whole wheat Crix and a small piece of cheese. I would have gotten a bread too but the shelves were empty. (the only bread that was left was from the KISS brand.. not much of a fan of those though.)
When I came out and reached my car, the little boy was nowhere nearby. I walked over to KFC to get a popcorn chicken I wanted my friend to try. She was in school working for the day, and before I left home, she was hungry and craving for KFC…so I thought I would surprise her…and turned the joke into reality so to speak.
Anyway, as I was heading my way across the road, I saw two boys standing by a wall at a distance. I had a feeling that one of them was him but I went ahead to KFC. By the time I returned to mall parking, they were still there. I stopped and I looked at them. One of them said, “Miss.” weakly. I beckoned him to come over. I asked him if he was the one who called me earlier on. He said yes and he asked for two dollars. He had nothing to eat that day.
So with that, I reached into my bag and gave him the crackers and cheese. He looked at me with a smile and said thank you. I told him that he was welcome and then I left for school to meet my friend.
I felt good that night, especially knowing that I helped out the kid who really needed it. These days, as times are getting so hard now, two dollars couldn’t do much. So I was happy that I could at least help out someone and make a bad day brighten up a little.
So that is all for my reflections. I had to write it down as it has been on my mind since that day. Now I’m considering on making a reflection based on anything that brings meaning to me. Maybe I will do that.
Dear writer’s block,
I would appreciate it if you would like me write without pausing.
Sincerely,
Currently staring at my blank screen.
