The Butterfly Chain Effect

We often ask ourselves about what would a chain reaction be like and how important can one be within our community and ourselves. Little do many know that you actually play an important role in this world. Regardless of how big or small, a lot or a little... every human is placed in this world for a purpose. You may be a small kindergarten teacher in a tiny town somewhere in Asia but may affect a little boy in Somalia or Nigeria. That's what it means. Don't ever think that anyone is world's apart.

Here's a good article of how a suicide (selflessly) can affect an entire town:

Wanna kill yourself? Imagine this. You come home from school one day. You've had yet another horrible day. You’re just ready to give up. So you go to your room, close the door, and take out that suicide note you've written and rewritten over and over and over You take out those razor blades, and cut for the very last time. You grab that bottle of pills and take them all. Laying down, holding the letter to your chest, you close your eyes for the very last time. A few hours later, your little brother knocks on your door to come tell you dinners ready. You don’t answer, so he walks in. All he sees is you laying on your bed, so he thinks you’re asleep. He tells your mom this. Your mom goes to your room to wake you up. She notices something is odd. She grabs the paper in your hand and reads it. Sobbing, she tries to wake you up. She’s screaming your name. Your brother, so confused, runs to go tell Dad that “Mommy is crying and sissy won’t wake up.” Your dad runs to your room. He looks at your mom, crying, holding the letter to her chest, sitting next to your lifeless body. It hits him, what’s going on, and he screams. He screams and throws something at the wall. And then, falling to his knees, he starts to cry. Your mom crawls over to him, and they sit there, holding each other, crying. The next day at school, there’s an announcement. The principal tells everyone about your suicide. It takes a few seconds for it to sink in, and once it does, everyone goes silent. Everyone blames themselves. Your teachers think they were too hard on you. Those mean popular girls, they think of all the things they’ve said to you. That boy that used to tease you and call you names, he can’t help but hate himself for never telling you how beautiful you really are. Your ex boyfriend, the one that you told everything to, that broke up with you.. He can’t handle it. He breaks down and starts crying, and runs out of the school. Your friends? They’re sobbing too, wondering how they could never see that anything was wrong, wishing they could have helped you before it was too late. And your best friend? She’s in shock. She can’t believe it. She knew what you were going through, but she never thought it would get that bad… Bad enough for you to end it. She can’t cry, she can’t feel anything. She stands up, walks out of the classroom, and just sinks to the floor. Shaking, screaming, but no tears coming out. It’s a few days later, at your funeral. The whole town came. Everyone knew you, that girl with the bright smile and bubbly personality. The one that was always there for them, the shoulder to cry on. Lots of people talk about all the good memories they had with you, there were a lot. Everyone’s crying, your little brother still doesn't know you killed yourself, he’s too young. Your parents just said you died. It hurts him, a lot. You were his big sister, you were supposed to always be there for him. Your best friend, she stays strong through the entire service, but as soon as they start lowering your casket into the ground, she just loses it. She cries and cries and doesn't stop for days. It’s two years later. The whole school talks to a counselor/therapist at least once a week. Your teachers all quit their job. Those mean girls have eating disorders now. That boy that used to tease you cuts himself. Your ex boyfriend doesn't know how to love anymore and just sleeps around with girls. Your friends all go into depression. Your best friend? She tried to kill herself. She didn’t succeed like you did, but she tried… your brother? He finally found out the truth about your death. He self harms, he cries at night, he does exactly what you did for years leading up to your suicide. Your parents? Their marriage fell apart. Your dad became a workaholic to distract himself from your death. Your mum got diagnosed with depression and just lays in bed all day. People care. You may not think so, but they do. Your choices don’t just effect you. They effect everyone. Don’t end your life, you have so much to live for. Things can’t get better if you give up. I’m here for absolutely anyone that needs to talk, no matter who you are. Even if we’ve NEVER talked before, I’m here for you. Copy and paste this as your status to show people there are people out there that care. Yes, I definitely care. ♥

Twilight: A touching piece of honest words from one's heart

My lil sister has grown up so much that she wrote a touching wall post to her bf and made me shed tears as i smiled away (~=

I was so truly inspired by that, that I felt I should immediately pen down some lyrics and started hymning to some tunes to match the moment. I decided to call it (this piece): Twilight. Here's what Twilight's story was about... What my lil sis wrote to touch my heart:

Charmaine Teh

22 hours ago · 
Edward

time really flies when i'm with you. i never expected to find someone who has so many things in common with; we like the same kind of songs, enjoy the same kind of movies, supporting the same football club and the list goes on. being w

ith you, makes me feel comfortable and i'm able to be myself around you. i don't have to pretend to be someone else or try to impress you. no one else can give me the feeling like you do. you've seen my worst side(i think) and my weaknesses, but you accept and love me for who i am. i want you to know that, i also accept and love you for who you are despite your weaknesses as i've learned to look past the imperfections and to embrace it, and to bring out the best in you. thank you for all the things you've done for me and i really treasure all the moments spent with you.

"there aren't many people that you just ‘click’ with, and when you find those people, you don’t just let them go."
- i've found mine, and it's you baby. i'm never letting you go.

happy 4th month anniversary, baby and still counting! you're the best bf in the world. i love you. *hugs* ♥ (:

A dialogue that even Wikileaks wouldn’t reveal

An interesting article came about when I was reading the news and saw this. Good for sharing and I must say, this guy has quite an imagination. Here's the creativity:

BANGKOK: The following conversation among three world-class crim ... er ... political victims is imaginary. I do believe, however, that if you put Thaksin Shinawatra, Viktor Bout (serving time in the US after being convicted of arms smuggling) and Julian Assange in one chat room and ask them to be sincere and straightforward, the dialogue wouldn’t differ much from this.


Viktor Bout: Just tell me how the hell did you do it?


Thaksin Shinawatra: Do what?


Julian Assange: He’s screwed; I’m all but; while you are gyrating from coast to coast like a ballet dancer.


TS: I see. Do you want to know my secret? First you need a good lawyer.


VB: Are you saying my money plus the political influence of the Kremlin have been misspent, and my legal assistance couldn’t match that provided by that Canadian hotshot of yours?


TS: Well, here I am, and there you are.


JA: I believe you. Tell me what else I need.


TS: You need to champion democracy.


JA: Are you kidding? If Wikileaks is not about democracy, I don’t know what is.


TS: You stole classified information and publicised it, and hid behind democracy in the process. They found you out, my friend.


JA: You mean, if I stole taxpayers’ money and used democracy as a shield, they wouldn’t find me out?


TS: I guess so, but on condition that you be extremely careful about what you do in hotel rooms.


JA: I can’t believe you also believe that rape nonsense. They set me up!


TS: Everyone says he’s been set up.


VB: Yeah yeah.


TS: What is that supposed to mean?


VB: I meant, yeah yeah, nobody set you up.


TS: I hate your sarcastic tone. Of course, nobody set me up. Nobody came to me wielding a land deed and asked if I wanted to buy that piece of property. I bought it, all right. I admit it like a man. But while they did not set me up, they persecuted me. They victimised a good man just because they envied his popularity.


JA: I think I’m a good man, too, although I don’t have as much money as you do to cement that status. And globally, it’s safe to say I’m more popular than you.


VB: True. I googled “Julian Assange” and got 26 million entries. “Thaksin Shinawatra” only got 2.6 million.


TS: Julian, how many of your so-called supporters or sympathisers are willing to face bullets on your behalf?


JA: Umm … I could organise something like that if I wanted to. But I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if someone had to die so that I could become a free man.


TS: That’s your very problem. You aren’t looking at the big picture. There’s always a price for everything noble. And while you believe in the power of information, you don’t seem to believe in the power of the people.


JA: Are you suggesting I should organise a blockade of London streets until they remove the rape charges in Sweden?


TS: If you can do it, yeah.


VB: What about me? If I need to block roads, where should I do it? I mean, in which country?


TS: Well, let me think. You have to do it where injustice occurred. That rules out Russia, whose government tried its best to protect you. That leaves Thailand and the US. You can choose one of them, or do it in both places. Thai roads are easier to block, though.


VB: I’m wracking my brain here. My government has never charged me, but America stopped at nothing in trying to pluck me from Thailand and throw me in jail. You were charged and even convicted in your country, but you are roaming American states in a limousine.


TS: If you are hinting at hypocrisy, all I can say is there’s a good reason why American Standard is a universally known brand, whereas nobody has ever heard of Russian Standard. America is very fair to me. And so is England. They must have concluded that my so-called crime is in fact political.


VB: Well, just to make sure, if I do follow you. America thinks a Thai court convicting you is political, and it also thinks a Russian court not even charging me is a travesty?


TS: From the look of it, yeah.


JA: I also want to get this straight. England thinks the criminal case against you is political, so it embraces you. This means England must have assumed that the rape thing is not political, right? But if England is in fact being political in going after me, what does that say to England virtually rebuking those having a political agenda against you?


VB: I’m getting a bit confused.


JA: Surely me too. And British Standard is as unheard of as Russian Standard. Which standard is being applied to me here?


TS: Making people confused could be the ultimate idea. If you baffle them to the point where they no longer know what’s right or wrong, most of the time you’ll benefit.


JA: You’re asking me to abandon my core principle. My philosophy is “No secrets. No confusion. People have an equal right to every piece of information.”


TS: That’s why they are calling you a terrorist, pal. A bit of a blur and you can be like me – a democracy hero riding in a limousine, flying in a private jet and dining with Henry Kissinger.