I'm stealing this from your blog, Kina. :)
To spread his words.
On this day, you read something that moved you and made you realise there were no more fears to fear. No tears to cry. No head to hang in shame. That every time you thought you’d offended someone, it was all just in your head and really, they love you with all their heart and nothing will ever change that. That everyone and everything lives on inside you. That that doesn’t make any of it any less real.
That soft touches will change you and stay with you longer than hard ones.
That being alone means you’re free. That old lovers miss you and new lovers want you and the one you’re with is the one you’re meant to be with. That the tingles running down your arms are angel feathers and they whisper in your ear, constantly, if you choose to hear them. That everything you want to happen, will happen, if you decide you want it enough. That every time you think a sad thought, you can think a happy one instead.
That you control that completely.
That the people who make you laugh are more beautiful than beautiful people. That you laugh more than you cry. That crying is good for you. That the people you hate wish you would stop and you do too.
That your friends are reflections of the best parts of you. That you are more than the sum total of the things you know and how you react to them. That dancing is sometimes more important than listening to the music.
That the most embarrassing, awkward moments of your life are only remembered by you and no one else. That no one judges you when you walk into a room and all they really want to know, is if you’re judging them. That what you make and what you do with your time is more important than you’ll ever fathom and should be treated as such. That the difference between a job and art is passion. That neither defines who you are. That talking to strangers is how you make friends.
That bad days end but a smile can go around the world. That life contradicts itself, constantly. That that’s why it’s worth living.
That the difference between pain and love is time. That love is only as real as you want it to be. That if you feel good, you look good but it doesn’t always work the other way around.
That the sun will rise each day and it’s up to you each day if you match it. That nothing matters up until this point. That what you decide now, in this moment, will change the future. Forever. That rain is beautiful.
And so are you.
Though does being alone mean that you're free? Truly?
I wonder.
Saturday, December 28, 2013
The most beautiful time frame- Tong Hua
“我们的眼睛决定了，我们不论如何转，
永远都只能看到180度，
所以，总有些我们不知道的事情来了又去了。
也
也许就在你嘻嘻哈哈笑著
某段时光中的你已经被某个人深埋在时光
友情、爱情、亲情皆有可能。” --- 《最美的时光》桐华
"Our eyes have decided that,
no matter how much we turn them,
we can only always be able to see at a 180 degrees angle,
even though life happens in 360 degrees.
That is why that there are always things that we are unaware of
coming into and going out of our lives.
It could be that that other person is your secret,
maybe you are that other person's secret,
it may be that at the very moment
where you are laughing and happily saying:
'my life has no secrets',
That the you of a certain time frame
has already been imprinted unto someone else's memories,
with the possibility of you being linked to
friendship, love and affection. All of these. "
永远都只能看到180度，
所以，总有些我们不知道的事情来了又去了。
也
也许就在你嘻嘻哈哈笑著
某段时光中的你已经被某个人深埋在时光
友情、爱情、亲情皆有可能。” --- 《最美的时光》桐华
"Our eyes have decided that,
no matter how much we turn them,
we can only always be able to see at a 180 degrees angle,
even though life happens in 360 degrees.
That is why that there are always things that we are unaware of
coming into and going out of our lives.
It could be that that other person is your secret,
maybe you are that other person's secret,
it may be that at the very moment
where you are laughing and happily saying:
'my life has no secrets',
That the you of a certain time frame
has already been imprinted unto someone else's memories,
with the possibility of you being linked to
friendship, love and affection. All of these. "
Dreams
"The difference between your dreams
and where you are at right now,
can be covered if you take action."
However, this is only possible if you know what your dream is.
Or rather, how to get there in the first place.
It is pointless in saying that I have a dream and that dream is ...
'To be a person who does nothing all day long
and have people who matter to me be happy all the time.'
When you know it is impossible for it to happen.
It would be weird if everyone was in HappyLand all the time.
Can I just sit back and watch time progress and relax
whilst waiting for life to creep on me?
Sure I can. Notwithstanding this answer,
would it be worth my while on Earth doing it?
Sunday, November 10, 2013
Coming out of Closets and Sweetie, the Kid
http://www.upworthy.com/a-4-year-old-girl-asked-a-lesbian-if-shes-a-boy-she-responded-the-awesomest-way-possible?c=fea
Please watch this video.
I agree that a closet is no place
for anyone or any living being for that matter,
to live in.
Be upfront with people and yourself.
Do not always be in the fight or flight mode.
Just be yourself and let people accept you as you are.
Do not say sorry for telling the truth.
Do not regret for what you are not.
Everyone, after all, has a place in life.
http://www.upworthy.com/watch-what-this-make-believe-girl-means-to-1000-pedophiles?g=3
This other video tells of pedophiles and Artificial Intelligence.
How does one trap the many thousands,
hundreds of thousands of predators
victimizing vulnerable children through the Internet?
This is how.
Do people fail to understand that
those are real children
who are supposed to be living care freely
that they're soliciting and demanding for extra somethings?
Do people view online child pornography
as something virtual and unreal
like how they do to online contracts
(E.g. freely accepting Instagram's claim on user's rights)
and thus have no guilt in actually condoning the act?
It is not right to deprive kids of their childhood,
to deprive them of their rights to lead a normal life,
to understand relationships and different types of emotions.
Who is behind all of this?
Poor children in countries that lack basic amenities
just do not have the luxury
to obtain a webcam and go online to expose themselves
to the kind of danger mentioned above
all by themselves.
Now, this is yet another question to ponder.
Please watch this video.
I agree that a closet is no place
for anyone or any living being for that matter,
to live in.
Be upfront with people and yourself.
Do not always be in the fight or flight mode.
Just be yourself and let people accept you as you are.
Do not say sorry for telling the truth.
Do not regret for what you are not.
Everyone, after all, has a place in life.
http://www.upworthy.com/watch-what-this-make-believe-girl-means-to-1000-pedophiles?g=3
This other video tells of pedophiles and Artificial Intelligence.
How does one trap the many thousands,
hundreds of thousands of predators
victimizing vulnerable children through the Internet?
This is how.
Do people fail to understand that
those are real children
who are supposed to be living care freely
that they're soliciting and demanding for extra somethings?
Do people view online child pornography
as something virtual and unreal
like how they do to online contracts
(E.g. freely accepting Instagram's claim on user's rights)
and thus have no guilt in actually condoning the act?
It is not right to deprive kids of their childhood,
to deprive them of their rights to lead a normal life,
to understand relationships and different types of emotions.
Who is behind all of this?
Poor children in countries that lack basic amenities
just do not have the luxury
to obtain a webcam and go online to expose themselves
to the kind of danger mentioned above
all by themselves.
Now, this is yet another question to ponder.
Saturday, November 09, 2013
A hermit's life and not-so-hermit thought.
Living the life of a momentary hermit.
Asked people if they thought that
me wasting time doing nothing whilst
refusing to go out and mingle around
was annoying, and they said:
Yep. C:
Thank you for being so honest with me.
I am happy that they said yes.
Because I was irked by my attitude too.
Hah.
How can one be so lazy to even get decent food?
Instead of sitting around to stare at the empty shelves.
Feeling sad after rummaging through
the fridge full of food that is not mine.
I then resorted to cereal and instant noodles and
the weird flaky tasting White Wings biscuit.
No defamation intended here.
I would consider this the normal exam period post.
I have even analysed why pimples have appeared on my face.
It could be because of my unchanged pillowcase.
Worse still, it could be because of my sleeping patterns.
Hormonal imbalance disrupting my very self?!
Or is the culprit the bag of almonds I have been chomping on?
Have a good weekend, peeps.
I'll be more disciplined from now on.
It is the battle against my mind that I will win.
Heh.
P.s.: To justify why I didn't go out,
The sky was cloudy and I was expecting it to rain.
Which it conveniently did, a few hours later.
Not really, it was because there were
a bunch of loud people outside and I wanted to avoid them
so I stayed home.
Convinced?
... Not really.
I hope that the people of Philippines pull through
Typhoon Haiyan and somehow survive the wreckage
that is now plaguing the land so close to home.
Are natural disasters really caused by natural factors?
Did us humans contribute to it?
Did everyone contribute to all of the disasters so far?
The typhoons, earthquakes, tsunamis, storms.
Perhaps so.
Perhaps my usage of the laptop to blog has caused
trees to be chopped down in provision of energy
(though some may say that people just do not chop trees downfor that particular reason anymore)
for it to function
and the empty spot where the trees once were
enabled the gust of wind to spurn violently
and comfortably into a large sized typhoon?
Just a thought.
Asked people if they thought that
me wasting time doing nothing whilst
refusing to go out and mingle around
was annoying, and they said:
Yep. C:
Thank you for being so honest with me.
I am happy that they said yes.
Because I was irked by my attitude too.
Hah.
How can one be so lazy to even get decent food?
Instead of sitting around to stare at the empty shelves.
Feeling sad after rummaging through
the fridge full of food that is not mine.
I then resorted to cereal and instant noodles and
the weird flaky tasting White Wings biscuit.
No defamation intended here.
I would consider this the normal exam period post.
I have even analysed why pimples have appeared on my face.
It could be because of my unchanged pillowcase.
Worse still, it could be because of my sleeping patterns.
Hormonal imbalance disrupting my very self?!
Or is the culprit the bag of almonds I have been chomping on?
Have a good weekend, peeps.
I'll be more disciplined from now on.
It is the battle against my mind that I will win.
Heh.
P.s.: To justify why I didn't go out,
The sky was cloudy and I was expecting it to rain.
Which it conveniently did, a few hours later.
Not really, it was because there were
a bunch of loud people outside and I wanted to avoid them
so I stayed home.
Convinced?
... Not really.
I hope that the people of Philippines pull through
Typhoon Haiyan and somehow survive the wreckage
that is now plaguing the land so close to home.
Are natural disasters really caused by natural factors?
Did us humans contribute to it?
Did everyone contribute to all of the disasters so far?
The typhoons, earthquakes, tsunamis, storms.
Perhaps so.
Perhaps my usage of the laptop to blog has caused
trees to be chopped down in provision of energy
(though some may say that people just do not chop trees downfor that particular reason anymore)
for it to function
and the empty spot where the trees once were
enabled the gust of wind to spurn violently
and comfortably into a large sized typhoon?
Just a thought.
Wednesday, November 06, 2013
Deceiving Trust
It is wrong to naively assume
that people from a certain group
can be trusted because of certain reasons.
It is dangerous to be overtly positive
and create gullible assumptions towards
things that you have not come across.
It is entirely silly to be clouded
by a castle of false illusions
that blind your senses thoroughly.
It is sad to not be able to be brave
and source out alternatives to the situation
by recognizing points of help.
It is utterly disappointing when
heads are turned away and lips are clasped firmly
when courage is mustered to do its job.
It is not too late to identify
the facade of trust that has been carefully painted
and rely on one's independence a little more.
It is insightful experiences and proper education
that bring about wisdom in handling matters
which are considered a taboo in certain societies.
Just saying. ~0~
that people from a certain group
can be trusted because of certain reasons.
It is dangerous to be overtly positive
and create gullible assumptions towards
things that you have not come across.
It is entirely silly to be clouded
by a castle of false illusions
that blind your senses thoroughly.
It is sad to not be able to be brave
and source out alternatives to the situation
by recognizing points of help.
It is utterly disappointing when
heads are turned away and lips are clasped firmly
when courage is mustered to do its job.
It is not too late to identify
the facade of trust that has been carefully painted
and rely on one's independence a little more.
It is insightful experiences and proper education
that bring about wisdom in handling matters
which are considered a taboo in certain societies.
Just saying. ~0~
Tuesday, November 05, 2013
Paranoia
Today's Maal Hijrah.
The start of a new Islamic calendar.
Every religion has its own calendar.
Every believer makes his/her own resolutions.
Today was also the Melbourne Cup day.
Though I do not know what it is about.
Except that it may have something to do with horses.
Even though ignorance was not enough for me to turn a deaf ear on things.
Today, I did not check the statistics of visitors to this blog.
This is because I have a nagging feeling
that Australian websites are linked to too many data collecting companies
that deploy cookies to collect data about me for commercial usages.
I wonder if the statistics actually reflect the number of people
whom are actually interested in what I have to say.
Are you actually reading my blog
For the purpose of understanding my thoughts?
Or are you reading it
Just to know what's going on in my life?
Are you double-checking my background
To re-confirm what sort of a person I am?
This twisted world.
Oh complicated people.
My unyielding defiance.
The start of a new Islamic calendar.
Every religion has its own calendar.
Every believer makes his/her own resolutions.
Today was also the Melbourne Cup day.
Though I do not know what it is about.
Except that it may have something to do with horses.
Even though ignorance was not enough for me to turn a deaf ear on things.
Today, I did not check the statistics of visitors to this blog.
This is because I have a nagging feeling
that Australian websites are linked to too many data collecting companies
that deploy cookies to collect data about me for commercial usages.
I wonder if the statistics actually reflect the number of people
whom are actually interested in what I have to say.
Are you actually reading my blog
For the purpose of understanding my thoughts?
Or are you reading it
Just to know what's going on in my life?
Are you double-checking my background
To re-confirm what sort of a person I am?
This twisted world.
Oh complicated people.
My unyielding defiance.
Thursday, October 31, 2013
Mother's Day Video from Somewhere
http://www.upworthy.com/these-kids-finally-say-what-they-really-think-about-mom-and-her-reaction-priceless-9
Years ago, when we gave our Ma her Mother's Day card,
I remember Ma doing the washing,
laughing and crying at the same time.
I guess this is the reason why C:
This is probably why Pa and Ma both
love receiving hand-made cards
and still do insist that the best birthday presents are...
thoughtful CARDS,
made sincerely from the heart.
Years ago, when we gave our Ma her Mother's Day card,
I remember Ma doing the washing,
laughing and crying at the same time.
I guess this is the reason why C:
This is probably why Pa and Ma both
love receiving hand-made cards
and still do insist that the best birthday presents are...
thoughtful CARDS,
made sincerely from the heart.
Sunday, October 27, 2013
An Effort to Change
Being happily lazy has always been a fun thing to me.
Indulgence... is being able to sleep
and waste away for countless hours.
A couch potato is an amazing being
who does amazing things
by doing absolutely nothing.
Asides from the occasional enjoyable DIY projects.
What came as a surprise to me
was my willingness to give away a part of my laziness
after a tug-of-war session that was filled with bricks and bats.
I just did not want to be merely...
happily lazy anymore.
I decided to allow myself the chance to grow.
Being happily scheduled and hardworking
would be an interesting challenge to undertake.
Being pushed into more social and complex situations
would be an opportunity for me to refine myself
asides from increasing the rate of me...
meeting quirky friends that I hope, are keepers.
What I pledged in purple and green
was to be more responsible and attentive and planned.
A daring and bold decision made by me for myself. I guess?
Though I should never forget to spend time to myself
to self-reflect in preservation of my sanity
besides reminding myself to never stop caring
and be myself.
I do have a question.
What do people see in me?
This shall be another topic for another day.
Ciao.
Indulgence... is being able to sleep
and waste away for countless hours.
A couch potato is an amazing being
who does amazing things
by doing absolutely nothing.
Asides from the occasional enjoyable DIY projects.
What came as a surprise to me
was my willingness to give away a part of my laziness
after a tug-of-war session that was filled with bricks and bats.
I just did not want to be merely...
happily lazy anymore.
I decided to allow myself the chance to grow.
Being happily scheduled and hardworking
would be an interesting challenge to undertake.
Being pushed into more social and complex situations
would be an opportunity for me to refine myself
asides from increasing the rate of me...
meeting quirky friends that I hope, are keepers.
What I pledged in purple and green
was to be more responsible and attentive and planned.
A daring and bold decision made by me for myself. I guess?
Though I should never forget to spend time to myself
to self-reflect in preservation of my sanity
besides reminding myself to never stop caring
and be myself.
I do have a question.
What do people see in me?
This shall be another topic for another day.
Ciao.
Thursday, October 24, 2013
The weird person
As I was walking back home today,
brain damaged after days sitting at the table
working on my assignment which I turned in today,
I spotted pinkish-grey wild pigeons that
back in Malaysia are greenish-grey
resting on the roof that shelters the horses.
I was scrutinizing them while pondering
one of the random questions that so often comes to me:
Is there a symbiotic/ mutualism relationship between the two?
Just like how buffaloes and birds help each other out?
Do wild pigeons pick fleas out from the horses
and get food= fleas in return for their help?
One of my friends from the hall spotted me
looking intently at apparently, well nothing to her
and asked me what I was doing.
So, I told her what I was thinking about.
And I was given a weird look.
Plus an: "Oh, okay."
Oh, and a nod.
brain damaged after days sitting at the table
working on my assignment which I turned in today,
I spotted pinkish-grey wild pigeons that
back in Malaysia are greenish-grey
resting on the roof that shelters the horses.
I was scrutinizing them while pondering
one of the random questions that so often comes to me:
Is there a symbiotic/ mutualism relationship between the two?
Just like how buffaloes and birds help each other out?
Do wild pigeons pick fleas out from the horses
and get food= fleas in return for their help?
One of my friends from the hall spotted me
looking intently at apparently, well nothing to her
and asked me what I was doing.
So, I told her what I was thinking about.
And I was given a weird look.
Plus an: "Oh, okay."
Oh, and a nod.
Friday, October 18, 2013
Songs and Quotes about Love
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xDxyZwijNKA
My friend went to the Basement Bookstore again today.
This time, she bought 4 books.
I found these two pages to be really cute.
I was even nodding to a few of the quotes.
People should say 'I Love You' more often.
My dad says it every single time he calls me.
I used to not reply to it because I felt awkward, somehow.
However, something in my brain changed early this year.
I told myself that I would start saying: 'Love you too.'
And I do it now, with a little more ease.
Love is a verb. Love is a noun.
Love is an adjective and everything more.
I am a lucky person
for my family showers me with love ever so willingly
and tells me that they love me too.
Though at times, I do not understand why they love me.
Sometimes, it is hard to know why.
The bottle that my friend gave me for my 21st birthday
has this line stated on it:
' To love and to be loved is the greatest happiness of existence.'
I wonder if bliss and happiness are linked together.
If they are, would the detachment concept
mentioned in Hinduism bring you happiness
when it blesses you with bliss,
after you have renounced worldly feelings such as love?
Could a person be happy without love?
Love for god is still a form of love and so,
may I conclude that love is not a worldly feeling?
And since so many people are capable of love,
Can we say that they are all out-of-this-world?
I have always liked this song: Companion by Huang Xiao Hu.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bxrjFrfUyA4
A Literal Translation by Me:
如果 命运可以订做 If fate could be planned
如果 有另一次选择 If there was another option
我想我 还是会 I think I would still
把手让你紧握 Allow my hands to be grasped by yours
快乐地陪你去坎坷 And happily accompany you through hardships
就算 你有天变落魄 Even if one day you are in dire straits
就算 你老得不能动 Even if you are so old you cannot move
我想我 还是会 I think I would still
挽著你看日落 Watch the sunset with my arms around you
你的心疼在泪光中 With your distress reflected in your tears.
My dad says it every single time he calls me.
I used to not reply to it because I felt awkward, somehow.
However, something in my brain changed early this year.
I told myself that I would start saying: 'Love you too.'
And I do it now, with a little more ease.
Love is a verb. Love is a noun.
Love is an adjective and everything more.
I am a lucky person
for my family showers me with love ever so willingly
and tells me that they love me too.
Though at times, I do not understand why they love me.
Sometimes, it is hard to know why.
The bottle that my friend gave me for my 21st birthday
has this line stated on it:
' To love and to be loved is the greatest happiness of existence.'
I wonder if bliss and happiness are linked together.
If they are, would the detachment concept
mentioned in Hinduism bring you happiness
when it blesses you with bliss,
after you have renounced worldly feelings such as love?
Could a person be happy without love?
Love for god is still a form of love and so,
may I conclude that love is not a worldly feeling?
And since so many people are capable of love,
Can we say that they are all out-of-this-world?
I have always liked this song: Companion by Huang Xiao Hu.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bxrjFrfUyA4
A Literal Translation by Me:
如果 命运可以订做 If fate could be planned
如果 有另一次选择 If there was another option
我想我 还是会 I think I would still
把手让你紧握 Allow my hands to be grasped by yours
快乐地陪你去坎坷 And happily accompany you through hardships
就算 你有天变落魄 Even if one day you are in dire straits
就算 你老得不能动 Even if you are so old you cannot move
我想我 还是会 I think I would still
挽著你看日落 Watch the sunset with my arms around you
你的心疼在泪光中 With your distress reflected in your tears.
嘴巴上 彼此嫌麻烦 During conversations,
the both of us complain about each other
眼神中 关怀那么满 But in our gazes, there is so much care shown
没说爱 Without uttering the words of love
却早已认定一辈子的伴 We have already chosen our partners for life.
在人前 从来不浪漫 In front of people, we are never romantic.
在心中 却总为对方打算 In our hearts however,
we are always thinking for each other.
最懂的人 最暖的伴 The most understood person,
the most cozy companion.
就算 我以后变罗嗦 Even if I become naggy later on
就算 我老了有病痛 Even if I grow old and have sicknesses
我想你 还是会 I think you would still
照顾我到最后 Take care of me until the end
隐藏脆弱不眠不休 Hiding your vulnerability
whilst sacrificing sleep and rest.
没有辛酸 没有遗憾 Without bitterness, without regrets
什么是陪伴 什么是心安 What is accompaniment? What is peace?
你是答案 The answer is you.
Monday, October 14, 2013
Sunday, October 13, 2013
What I Have Been Doing
I visited the smaller-sized Malaysian Navy ship that was built for shallow South China Sea waters a few days back. On it read: 'KD Jebat'.
I deliberately made a decision to not go for the fun Garba dance session because I needed to instill some self- discipline into myself.
I read a little and slept for about two hours to wake up at 5.27 am so that I could go see the sunrise with my fellow hall mates at the nearby Coogee Beach. The sun rises at 6.18 am instead of the previous 5.28 am.
I was slightly disturbed by how daylight savings robbed me off one hour of my precious life only to think back and sigh: 'I lost two hours when I came to Australia. It is just another hour lost to the universe, or rather to mankind's way of recording time. I will gain them back when I go back for my summer break.'
My friend says: 'There's always time to blog.' So true.
I told myself: 'Stop pretending to be busy and start being more efficient.'
I introduced The Little Prince to my friend's sister, who is also my friend, who was amazed at how philosophical it is. Salute to the person who induced me to read the treasure.
My brother's birthday is a complex occasion with me being confused with different time zones and deciding which hour to wish him.
I am happy for both of my cousins who got married recently. All the best in making fun adventures together with your partners.
I came to peace with myself that I stopped using my brain to study for my accounting subject this semester and am slightly lost with what I have been doing so far. I tried to use my logical thought process to solve the quiz today. Getting back on track. That was a lie. Need to spend more time on it.
My friend drew me a really pretty Henna flower design on my left hand. I like it but it's too girlish for my personality so I suggested that she draw a minion or a sun or something else for me next time. She seemed to be curious about my excitement on drawing random sketches on my hand.
I deliberately made a decision to not go for the fun Garba dance session because I needed to instill some self- discipline into myself.
I read a little and slept for about two hours to wake up at 5.27 am so that I could go see the sunrise with my fellow hall mates at the nearby Coogee Beach. The sun rises at 6.18 am instead of the previous 5.28 am.
I was slightly disturbed by how daylight savings robbed me off one hour of my precious life only to think back and sigh: 'I lost two hours when I came to Australia. It is just another hour lost to the universe, or rather to mankind's way of recording time. I will gain them back when I go back for my summer break.'
My friend says: 'There's always time to blog.' So true.
I told myself: 'Stop pretending to be busy and start being more efficient.'
I introduced The Little Prince to my friend's sister, who is also my friend, who was amazed at how philosophical it is. Salute to the person who induced me to read the treasure.
My brother's birthday is a complex occasion with me being confused with different time zones and deciding which hour to wish him.
I am happy for both of my cousins who got married recently. All the best in making fun adventures together with your partners.
I came to peace with myself that I stopped using my brain to study for my accounting subject this semester and am slightly lost with what I have been doing so far. I tried to use my logical thought process to solve the quiz today. Getting back on track. That was a lie. Need to spend more time on it.
My friend drew me a really pretty Henna flower design on my left hand. I like it but it's too girlish for my personality so I suggested that she draw a minion or a sun or something else for me next time. She seemed to be curious about my excitement on drawing random sketches on my hand.
Tuesday, September 10, 2013
The Granny Part of My Brain
Every time a cousin sister comes and tells me:
"Hey Shal, I'm going to get married soon. To so and so..."
My heart skips a beat. A few beats. And stops a sec.
My...
beautiful bunch of cousin sisters.
What if they get married to weird- brained people?
What if they forget how wonderful they are
and forget who they are and what they like
and the choices that they can make
If...
they get married to manipulative, spirit-breaking husbands?
they are attached to the traditional concept of marriage
even when things just do not seem to be working out?
they are tied by invisible strings to aggressive XYY homosapiens?
they get their hearts broken and fail to remember about
Us...
the somewhat strong support system available
the network of people who readily will be there
to elephant glue broken hearts
to shelter raging rumours temporarily and take their stand on matters.
Then...
I think again and I go:
"They're grown-ups
whom are capable of making sound decisions,
even when it comes to matters of the heart,
so why worry so much, Dear me?"
Dear me speaks back to me, silently whispering:
"It's because you care about them.
You can't change how you feel about things.
You have to learn how to let go
and see people live their lives.
And just wish the best for them.
And hopefully be there for your precious people at their times of need.
Because that's the least and the most that you can do."
"Hey Shal, I'm going to get married soon. To so and so..."
My heart skips a beat. A few beats. And stops a sec.
My...
beautiful bunch of cousin sisters.
What if they get married to weird- brained people?
What if they forget how wonderful they are
and forget who they are and what they like
and the choices that they can make
If...
they get married to manipulative, spirit-breaking husbands?
they are attached to the traditional concept of marriage
even when things just do not seem to be working out?
they are tied by invisible strings to aggressive XYY homosapiens?
they get their hearts broken and fail to remember about
Us...
the somewhat strong support system available
the network of people who readily will be there
to elephant glue broken hearts
to shelter raging rumours temporarily and take their stand on matters.
Then...
I think again and I go:
"They're grown-ups
whom are capable of making sound decisions,
even when it comes to matters of the heart,
so why worry so much, Dear me?"
Dear me speaks back to me, silently whispering:
"It's because you care about them.
You can't change how you feel about things.
You have to learn how to let go
and see people live their lives.
And just wish the best for them.
And hopefully be there for your precious people at their times of need.
Because that's the least and the most that you can do."
Sunday, September 08, 2013
Hi there.
I have a new nephew.
who has the same birthday as his father and my eldest uncle.
And has a prominent nose.
Unlike mine.
I have a cousin who's getting married soon.
She's going to have to have the ceremony in Bangalore in a few days time.
I won't be able to make it.
But she has my wishes.
I heard that there's a baby shower for my cousin's wife soon.
It'll be probably be an amazing occasion.
With lots of people, good food and good intents.
I have started jogging in a park nearby.
There are horses and shiny-furred dogs.
Lots of humans too. Many weird sounding, exotic-looking birds.
And a Jurassic park lake that's pretty.
I saw a group of ducks waddle back home in the evening.
Australia's done wonders to my stamina.
I can now jog for 5km under half an hour.
Then walk to meet my senior and do my groceries.
Another extra 5km.
I am pleased with my progress.
Have you been healthy and well? :)
who has the same birthday as his father and my eldest uncle.
And has a prominent nose.
Unlike mine.
I have a cousin who's getting married soon.
She's going to have to have the ceremony in Bangalore in a few days time.
I won't be able to make it.
But she has my wishes.
I heard that there's a baby shower for my cousin's wife soon.
It'll be probably be an amazing occasion.
With lots of people, good food and good intents.
I have started jogging in a park nearby.
There are horses and shiny-furred dogs.
Lots of humans too. Many weird sounding, exotic-looking birds.
And a Jurassic park lake that's pretty.
I saw a group of ducks waddle back home in the evening.
Australia's done wonders to my stamina.
I can now jog for 5km under half an hour.
Then walk to meet my senior and do my groceries.
Another extra 5km.
I am pleased with my progress.
Have you been healthy and well? :)
Saturday, August 31, 2013
:)
My first post.
in a long while
in a distant place
far from home.
I am going to start blogging about things that have happened for the past two days and will update you on what I've experienced for the past few months progressively over a period of time. There's just too much to type, too many words to say, too little time to spend at the keyboard, too much laziness within me. :P
Made a new friend in my seminar-styled class on Thurs.
An Indonesian who's interested in religion and plans to further her studies in philosophy. Or was it theology? I can't remember exactly which course.
Went for the Language Exchange Program Launch.
Met one of my partners, Charles- Edouard from Paris.
It's supposed to be pronounced as Sharl Edua :P
That's how it's written in my brain.
Enchante mon amie.
Life is wonderful when you get to learn a new language that brings down cultural barriers significantly.
Though I still am clueless about France and its history.
The security van driver is from Iraq.
When I asked him about his day, he said:
"I've had a pink day. :D"
One makes happy days.
Me: "What are happy colours?"
Him: "Pink, white, blue..."
Me: "Why blue? Blue Mondays are sad."
Him: "Sky-blue..."
Me: "What about yellow? Orange?"
Him: "Nah, yellow is too indecisive. It is not happy."
Me: "But the sun is yellow!"
Him: "That is a different yellow. A golden yellow. A very powerful yellow."
My brain is still trying to process that bit of opinion.
I was slightly out of sorts during the dance practice.
I need to get quality sleep to concentrate.
A sleeping routine should be of great help now.
Discipline needs to start kicking in. Where art thou?!
Made a bracelet for my friend, Mai.
It's made from purple plastic strings with shiny coloured beads.
It looks slightly childish. Haha.
Have I changed?
I don't really know.
A few of my friends say I have.
I have been more proactive by trying to expose myself to a little extra- curricular activities.
I probably have changed a little.
I don't know.
in a long while
in a distant place
far from home.
I am going to start blogging about things that have happened for the past two days and will update you on what I've experienced for the past few months progressively over a period of time. There's just too much to type, too many words to say, too little time to spend at the keyboard, too much laziness within me. :P
Made a new friend in my seminar-styled class on Thurs.
An Indonesian who's interested in religion and plans to further her studies in philosophy. Or was it theology? I can't remember exactly which course.
Went for the Language Exchange Program Launch.
Met one of my partners, Charles- Edouard from Paris.
It's supposed to be pronounced as Sharl Edua :P
That's how it's written in my brain.
Enchante mon amie.
Life is wonderful when you get to learn a new language that brings down cultural barriers significantly.
Though I still am clueless about France and its history.
The security van driver is from Iraq.
When I asked him about his day, he said:
"I've had a pink day. :D"
One makes happy days.
Me: "What are happy colours?"
Him: "Pink, white, blue..."
Me: "Why blue? Blue Mondays are sad."
Him: "Sky-blue..."
Me: "What about yellow? Orange?"
Him: "Nah, yellow is too indecisive. It is not happy."
Me: "But the sun is yellow!"
Him: "That is a different yellow. A golden yellow. A very powerful yellow."
My brain is still trying to process that bit of opinion.
I was slightly out of sorts during the dance practice.
I need to get quality sleep to concentrate.
A sleeping routine should be of great help now.
Discipline needs to start kicking in. Where art thou?!
Made a bracelet for my friend, Mai.
It's made from purple plastic strings with shiny coloured beads.
It looks slightly childish. Haha.
Have I changed?
I don't really know.
A few of my friends say I have.
I have been more proactive by trying to expose myself to a little extra- curricular activities.
I probably have changed a little.
I don't know.
Sunday, February 10, 2013
:")
Suba Akka dropped by today.
Whilst looking at pictures of Belle,
she suddenly posed a question:
Do you know what's the possibility of getting a healthy baby?
I just smiled at her.
And sort of guessed her answer.
It's a miracle.
It's easy to forget how blessed one is, at times.
Always remember, you are gifted.
P.s.: Happy Chinese New Year!
Zhu4 ni3: Shen1 ti3 jian4 kang1, xiao4 kou3 chang2 kai1, wan1 shi4 ru2 yi4. yao4 xing4 fu2 o!
Whilst looking at pictures of Belle,
she suddenly posed a question:
Do you know what's the possibility of getting a healthy baby?
I just smiled at her.
And sort of guessed her answer.
It's a miracle.
It's easy to forget how blessed one is, at times.
Always remember, you are gifted.
P.s.: Happy Chinese New Year!
Zhu4 ni3: Shen1 ti3 jian4 kang1, xiao4 kou3 chang2 kai1, wan1 shi4 ru2 yi4. yao4 xing4 fu2 o!
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