Let your hair down.
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Happy Weekend!
On Gratefulness.
I never got the chance to blog about what i truly felt regarding my birthday. A few post back i mentioned, I firmly believe that birthdays are private and a very intimate occasion for me- at least.
To me, every year i look forward to celebrating my birthday. Just because. I am grateful for life that has been breathed into me. As i age, i feel that my life is getting better. It does. And now i am in a much more happier place than i used to be. Maybe its time, maybe its because i'm growing, to be the person i want to be.
And i want to take this opportunity to tell you that, i am glad for all that i have been through. That every year i feel better about myself. I wished i have gotten here way before - but i had to draw a map first. Now i'm walking it. I'm grateful for all the challenges and obstacles i have overcame to be what i am today. I wouldn't change anything if given the chance.
I'm a lucky girl, with loving parents and the most amazing siblings in the world.And the most beautiful friends.
The only person missing at my birthday party was Mr. Brown. My one and only most beloved dog. I love you and have loved you all along, my lifelong best friend.
Suffering does builds character. Make sure it is the right kind of character.
So much love for you guys! xx
Friday, August 3, 2012
Molten fury.
Cruelty- of any kind is not necessary at all. Today I saw a post on facebook how men threw a dog into a manhole- happened in my country acted out not by Malaysians though. I"m not here to pin point the location or what nationality did the act.
Did the dog do something to them? I wished hard that it did.. Because it would have definitely helped me understand why they acted so. Because if they were angry and they did something like that- its understandable however still not acceptable. Fine- if someone killed a living thing because they are incapable of controlling their emotions. I would think that they are sick- but still curable. But if in any case anyone acted that way for no reason. He is sick to the core and beyond cure. Cruelty for the fun of it. Is just. Beyond. What I can imagine.
*however it is never justifiable to use your emotions as a reason for the driving cause of your actions.
As a whole.. I realized as much as they are good people, they are also bad ones. The bad ones are bad. But let me talk about the not good and not bad ones. The ones who just sit around waiting for good to happen. Waiting like you have no control over your decisions or destiny. Just waiting.. For a saviour or hero- to save those whom we label as the not so privileged. You sit thus you were dreaming. Everybody wants goodness,peace and love. But how many can give it? Could give it- and keep up with giving.
Today is the one day I am not hopeful- nor I will tell myself it will be ok. I will be in sulk island and then heading off to anger island. Tomorrow I will be filled with hope, and love and I will keep trying.
Give back- some love. Just some. Each day. And it will always make a difference.
Did the dog do something to them? I wished hard that it did.. Because it would have definitely helped me understand why they acted so. Because if they were angry and they did something like that- its understandable however still not acceptable. Fine- if someone killed a living thing because they are incapable of controlling their emotions. I would think that they are sick- but still curable. But if in any case anyone acted that way for no reason. He is sick to the core and beyond cure. Cruelty for the fun of it. Is just. Beyond. What I can imagine.
*however it is never justifiable to use your emotions as a reason for the driving cause of your actions.
As a whole.. I realized as much as they are good people, they are also bad ones. The bad ones are bad. But let me talk about the not good and not bad ones. The ones who just sit around waiting for good to happen. Waiting like you have no control over your decisions or destiny. Just waiting.. For a saviour or hero- to save those whom we label as the not so privileged. You sit thus you were dreaming. Everybody wants goodness,peace and love. But how many can give it? Could give it- and keep up with giving.
Today is the one day I am not hopeful- nor I will tell myself it will be ok. I will be in sulk island and then heading off to anger island. Tomorrow I will be filled with hope, and love and I will keep trying.
Give back- some love. Just some. Each day. And it will always make a difference.
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
A little something on love.
The Lanyard - Billy Collins
The other day I was ricocheting slowly
off the blue walls of this room,
moving as if underwater from typewriter to piano,
from bookshelf to an envelope lying on the floor,
when I found myself in the L section of the dictionary
where my eyes fell upon the word lanyard.
off the blue walls of this room,
moving as if underwater from typewriter to piano,
from bookshelf to an envelope lying on the floor,
when I found myself in the L section of the dictionary
where my eyes fell upon the word lanyard.
No cookie nibbled by a French novelist
could send one into the past more suddenly—
a past where I sat at a workbench at a camp
by a deep Adirondack lake
learning how to braid long thin plastic strips
into a lanyard, a gift for my mother.
could send one into the past more suddenly—
a past where I sat at a workbench at a camp
by a deep Adirondack lake
learning how to braid long thin plastic strips
into a lanyard, a gift for my mother.
I had never seen anyone use a lanyard
or wear one, if that’s what you did with them,
but that did not keep me from crossing
strand over strand again and again
until I had made a boxy
red and white lanyard for my mother.
or wear one, if that’s what you did with them,
but that did not keep me from crossing
strand over strand again and again
until I had made a boxy
red and white lanyard for my mother.
She gave me life and milk from her breasts,
and I gave her a lanyard.
She nursed me in many a sick room,
lifted spoons of medicine to my lips,
laid cold face-cloths on my forehead,
and then led me out into the airy light
and I gave her a lanyard.
She nursed me in many a sick room,
lifted spoons of medicine to my lips,
laid cold face-cloths on my forehead,
and then led me out into the airy light
and taught me to walk and swim,
and I, in turn, presented her with a lanyard.
Here are thousands of meals, she said,
and here is clothing and a good education.
And here is your lanyard, I replied,
which I made with a little help from a counselor.
and I, in turn, presented her with a lanyard.
Here are thousands of meals, she said,
and here is clothing and a good education.
And here is your lanyard, I replied,
which I made with a little help from a counselor.
Here is a breathing body and a beating heart,
strong legs, bones and teeth,
and two clear eyes to read the world, she whispered,
and here, I said, is the lanyard I made at camp.
And here, I wish to say to her now,
is a smaller gift—not the worn truth
strong legs, bones and teeth,
and two clear eyes to read the world, she whispered,
and here, I said, is the lanyard I made at camp.
And here, I wish to say to her now,
is a smaller gift—not the worn truth
that you can never repay your mother,
but the rueful admission that when she took
the two-tone lanyard from my hand,
I was as sure as a boy could be
that this useless, worthless thing I wove
out of boredom would be enough to make us even.
but the rueful admission that when she took
the two-tone lanyard from my hand,
I was as sure as a boy could be
that this useless, worthless thing I wove
out of boredom would be enough to make us even.
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