ThE cOw AnD i

Friday, March 17, 2006

Tired...

Tired...can i still move on?

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Wednesday, March 08, 2006

A bottle full of everything

A little tired, a little disturbed, a little thoughtless, a little restless, a little negative...
A little hopeful, a little playful, a little faith, a little confidence, a little step that goes a long long way...

Everything is a little mix of anything...Learning is, playing is...

It takes a bear heart and a razor mind to make sure that all the little little things...stay in their teeny weeny portion...

Tomorrow will be my grandma's operation...Eager to see her good old self yet again...(minus her plump figure...)

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Thursday, March 02, 2006

A little story to awaken our tired hearts...

I saw this story from someone's blog, taken from the internet...i think it was once sent as an email in the past?

Here the story goes:

My husband is an Engineer by profession, I love him for his steady nature,and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders. Threeyears of courtship and now, two years into marriage, I would have to admit,that I am getting tired of it. The reasons of me loving him before has nowtransformed into the cause of all my restlessness. I am a sentimental womanand extremely sensitive when it comes to a relationship and my feelings, Iyearn for the romantic moments, like a little girl yearning for candy. Myhusband is my complete opposite, his lack of sensitivity, and the inabilityof bringing romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me aboutlove.

One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I wanted a divorce. "Why?" he asked, shocked. "I am tired; there are no reasons foreverything in the world!" I answered.
He kept silent the whole night, seems to be in deep thought with a lightedcigarette at all times. My feeling of disappointment only increased, here was a man who can't even express his predicament, what else can I hope from him?

And finally he asked me:" What can I do to change your mind?" Somebody saidit right, it's hard to change a person's personality, and I guess, I havestarted losing faith in him.
Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered : "Here is the question, ifyou can answer and convince my heart, I will change my mind, Let's say, Iwant a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we both are surethat picking the flower will cause your death, will you do it for me?"

He said:" I will give you your answer tomorrow...." My hopes just sank bylistening to his response. I woke up the next morning to find him gone, andsaw a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting, underneath a milkglass, on the dining table near the front door, that goes....

My dear, "I would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me toexplain the reasons further.." This first line was already breaking myheart. I continued reading.....

"When you use the computer you always mess up the Software programs, andyou cry in front of the screen, I have to save my fingers so that I canhelp to restore the programs.

You always leave the house keys behind, thus I have to save my legs to rushhome to open the door for you.

You love traveling but always lose your way in a new city; I have to savemy eyes to show you the way.

You always have the cramps whenever your "good friend" approaches everymonth; I have to save my palms so that I can calm the cramps in your Tummy.

You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected byinfantile autism. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories tocure your boredom.

You always stare at the computer, and that will do nothing good for youreyes, I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help to clipyour nails, and help to remove those annoying white hairs. So I can alsohold your hand while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshineand the beautiful sand... and tell you the color of flowers, just like thecolor of the glow on your young face...

Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you morethan I do... I could not pick that flower yet, and die.."

My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting... andas I continue on reading...
"Now, that you have finished reading my answer, if you are satisfied,please open the front door for I am standing outside bringing your favoritebread and fresh milk...
I rush to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, clutching tightlywith his hands, the milk bottle and loaf of bread.... Now I am very surethat no one will ever love me as much as he does, and I have decided toleave the flower alone... That's life, and love. When one is surrounded by love, the feeling of excitement fades away, and one tends to ignore the true love that lies in between the peace and dullness.

Haa..hope wun be caught for plagerism...

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Humans...the degraded specie

As swift as a dagger, this sudden realisation...struck me, making me feel very disturbed...

As i conversed with my friends, as life goes on, everything, everyone...it seems to me that people are forever preoccupied with their work, making sure that everything goes smoothly, so that there may not be setbacks, no hiccups, no whatsoever...Should setbacks occur, however, the people who aimed for perfection will be so badly hit, so mentally derailed that they let their mind get the better of them...They allow themselves to be manipulated in what is believed to be the "major", "unforgivable" mistake...in anything they do next...taking a long long time to pack up their emotions...

Didn't it occur to us that we learn from failures, as the good old saying always put it, "u pick urself up along the path"?

We are so fearful of failure, that failing became such a taboo, that people shun it at all cost, in return for what they see as a better goal for themselves...Grades, money...Can we ever be satisified with our results? Monetary gains? It appears to be a gaping black hole, waiting for more victims to be trapped under this illusionary self fufilling prophecy...

i find it so bewildering...that some people have evolved to be such...that some have become the extremeties...i feel v sad that we r in such a viscious cycle...i feel affected...Is it so true that society does not permit failure? That the Singapore society is failure intolerant? Or did it start as a norm which people slowly embraced..just as they did in letting their mind get the better of them?What a pathetic world...

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