Tears.
Nobody can know the feelings that stimulate it till you ask. But what do you do when a loved one cries?
Would it be considered sensitivity by giving her a few minutes to herself or would that be actually considered insentivity?
What do you say?
'I'm sorry' ? 'Don't cry'?
Only a fool would ask how it went. Or is it?
How can you tell a person not to cry since it can be deemed best to express the pent-up emotions through tears?
To say 'I'm sorry' would be so negative.
To be positive, optimistic yet sensitive enough to be of comfort and strength is a challenge, especially when bounded by gender, age and environment.
Lord, teach me how.
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
Monday, February 20, 2006
My First Day Of Work
5 am - Rise and Shine. I start the day with just four hours of sleep. A little nervous cause it's my first day of work and I have totally no idea what my job scope is like.
6 am - I leave my home and walk to the train station only to realise that I have left my toasted curry puff somewhere, either at home or on the bench outside my door. I have no breakfast. I step into the train and am bedazzled by the school uniforms of assorted colours and cuts.
7 am - I start work with a first yawn. My mouth has a life of its own, at times obeying the mental command to croak 'Good morning, Sir',' Good morning, Ma'am'. At other times the head just nods forward with a tinge of respect and guided by the force of gravity. 10 Newton. or something like that. I listen to the endless chatter of my mentor as he voices his complains about the Army and how teenagers dont like to follow their parest. I nod politely.
7.30am - I am tasked with delivering mails to the various rooms. I mentally hope that the architect or designer has been fired. There is no gap to slot the envelopes in. Nada. My heart goes out to the envelopes.
8 am - My stomach feels desperately empty.
9.15 am - I start to explore my surroundings and realise there's a Worldwide Honey Tours Pte Ltd advertisement opposite my workplace's lobby. Haha.. thinking about honey.. hehe makes me think sweet things. haha. lame.
9.40 am - I am saved! By a drink. My stomach readily accepts this fresh intake of fluid.
Oh no! It's gassy. The emptiness in my stomach is there to stay. For now.
10 am - My feet are grumbling. I look at my watch and realise there's just one hour left before I can rest!!
10.15 am - Why is time passing by so slowly?? I seize every opportunity to move; volunteering to deliver letters.
10.18 am - Someone sack the person who invented the security functions for the lift! The lift is like all other hotels. You have to slot the card in and let the green light flash before pressing the floor of your choice. It takes a few attempts before the green light acknowledges me as its friend.
10.25 am - My gosh! The hotel corridor is winding. And I really mean winding. The floor layout resembles an 'F' The lift is the bottom rung of the Fl meaning I can turn left or turn right.
10.28 am - Oh no! Why does my steps seem to echo throughout the corridor. I knew I shouldnt have eaten that chocolate bar yesterday. Oh no! X 2. I'm becoming like Kim or Gen being obsessed with their weight. Uh-oh..
10.31 am - I choose to blame my shoes. Big heavy things.
10.45 am - My mentor wishes me farewell as he goes for lunch. The other Bellhops/Concierges are quiet. Unlike my mentor who has a story or anecdote for every topic.
10.55 am - The other Senior Concierge tells me I can go off. Yay! Happiness floods my veins as strength from some hidden reservoir floods through my feet.
11.15 am - I am on the train home. My eyes are no bigger than slits. My brain sends out the nerve impulse to all parts of my body with one simple message. Sleep!
My body turns on its hibernation and standby mood.
12.15 am - I reach home safely but wearily and sleep like a rock on my bed. After a bath of course. A nice warm comforting satisfactory bath.
This is my first day of work. As a Bellhop/Concierge. Concierge definitely sounds nicer not like some boy hoping around with a bell.
6 am - I leave my home and walk to the train station only to realise that I have left my toasted curry puff somewhere, either at home or on the bench outside my door. I have no breakfast. I step into the train and am bedazzled by the school uniforms of assorted colours and cuts.
7 am - I start work with a first yawn. My mouth has a life of its own, at times obeying the mental command to croak 'Good morning, Sir',' Good morning, Ma'am'. At other times the head just nods forward with a tinge of respect and guided by the force of gravity. 10 Newton. or something like that. I listen to the endless chatter of my mentor as he voices his complains about the Army and how teenagers dont like to follow their parest. I nod politely.
7.30am - I am tasked with delivering mails to the various rooms. I mentally hope that the architect or designer has been fired. There is no gap to slot the envelopes in. Nada. My heart goes out to the envelopes.
8 am - My stomach feels desperately empty.
9.15 am - I start to explore my surroundings and realise there's a Worldwide Honey Tours Pte Ltd advertisement opposite my workplace's lobby. Haha.. thinking about honey.. hehe makes me think sweet things. haha. lame.
9.40 am - I am saved! By a drink. My stomach readily accepts this fresh intake of fluid.
Oh no! It's gassy. The emptiness in my stomach is there to stay. For now.
10 am - My feet are grumbling. I look at my watch and realise there's just one hour left before I can rest!!
10.15 am - Why is time passing by so slowly?? I seize every opportunity to move; volunteering to deliver letters.
10.18 am - Someone sack the person who invented the security functions for the lift! The lift is like all other hotels. You have to slot the card in and let the green light flash before pressing the floor of your choice. It takes a few attempts before the green light acknowledges me as its friend.
10.25 am - My gosh! The hotel corridor is winding. And I really mean winding. The floor layout resembles an 'F' The lift is the bottom rung of the Fl meaning I can turn left or turn right.
10.28 am - Oh no! Why does my steps seem to echo throughout the corridor. I knew I shouldnt have eaten that chocolate bar yesterday. Oh no! X 2. I'm becoming like Kim or Gen being obsessed with their weight. Uh-oh..
10.31 am - I choose to blame my shoes. Big heavy things.
10.45 am - My mentor wishes me farewell as he goes for lunch. The other Bellhops/Concierges are quiet. Unlike my mentor who has a story or anecdote for every topic.
10.55 am - The other Senior Concierge tells me I can go off. Yay! Happiness floods my veins as strength from some hidden reservoir floods through my feet.
11.15 am - I am on the train home. My eyes are no bigger than slits. My brain sends out the nerve impulse to all parts of my body with one simple message. Sleep!
My body turns on its hibernation and standby mood.
12.15 am - I reach home safely but wearily and sleep like a rock on my bed. After a bath of course. A nice warm comforting satisfactory bath.
This is my first day of work. As a Bellhop/Concierge. Concierge definitely sounds nicer not like some boy hoping around with a bell.
Thursday, February 16, 2006
Better is she whose addiction affects her body
than he whose addiction affects his health
Three things i saw that bondeth people
four things that never fail
A camp
A tragedy
Troubles
And a wedding ceremony
One is Three
Three is One
Together they have survived a storm and some sunshine
Now a tornado arrives from within
Will they survive or will they perish?
Ka-tet. Bah!
Never talk when the opportunity to listen arises.
Never hear when a person is talking.
Rather, listen.
Love is a mood-uplifter but temporary.
God is a mood-provider and forever.
Know a person not by talking.
Know not a person by hearing.
No 'I' in teamwork but without 'U' there won't be success.
Notice that words like 'Good' or 'Excellent' has neither 'I' nor 'U'?
On the other hand, words like 'Unfair' 'Stupid' 'F***' has either an 'I' or 'U' in them?
Dont trouble trouble unless trouble troubles you.
Why worry? It wont make your troubles go away.
An eye for an eye
A tooth for a tooth
Then should it not be love for love?
Applying the same rule, am i entitled to my one pound of flesh?
Like Shylock does.
Ah! The quest of unreciprocated love deepens.
Go fight the good fight! So that, at the end, You may say You have kept the faith and You have finished the race!
Shalom!
than he whose addiction affects his health
Three things i saw that bondeth people
four things that never fail
A camp
A tragedy
Troubles
And a wedding ceremony
One is Three
Three is One
Together they have survived a storm and some sunshine
Now a tornado arrives from within
Will they survive or will they perish?
Ka-tet. Bah!
Never talk when the opportunity to listen arises.
Never hear when a person is talking.
Rather, listen.
Love is a mood-uplifter but temporary.
God is a mood-provider and forever.
Know a person not by talking.
Know not a person by hearing.
No 'I' in teamwork but without 'U' there won't be success.
Notice that words like 'Good' or 'Excellent' has neither 'I' nor 'U'?
On the other hand, words like 'Unfair' 'Stupid' 'F***' has either an 'I' or 'U' in them?
Dont trouble trouble unless trouble troubles you.
Why worry? It wont make your troubles go away.
An eye for an eye
A tooth for a tooth
Then should it not be love for love?
Applying the same rule, am i entitled to my one pound of flesh?
Like Shylock does.
Ah! The quest of unreciprocated love deepens.
Go fight the good fight! So that, at the end, You may say You have kept the faith and You have finished the race!
Shalom!
Thursday, February 09, 2006
Today.
Today. The Second Day before school ends. The struggle to last just one more day. the toil the projects has on me. The day that most 2005 O level sitters will go through with bated breath.
i am a good gay. I got 7.5 upon 10 for being a gay. Second-highest in class. Arts App class.
Georgie got the highest in class. That's my mummy! lol. she had eight points for being a ghost.
She was a good ghost. She was a good psychotic girl and she is a good ghost. This girl has extradinary talent in her voice. She knows how to use it. Her performance as psychotic touched many and this time, her ghostly act did not fail to meet expectations. She has a good life ahead of her.
I thought about band two nights ago. Excited by an idea and the adrenaline rushing through my veins, i couldn't sleep. If RO agrees to what i do, this batch of leaders might be bonded.
I saw two pigeons making love a few weeks ago. I was in the bus and it stopped at a traffic junction. Seated beside the window, i was naturally inclined to look outl see the scenery the beauty of life and for that day, sex in the city. They just did it. Less than a minute and the deed was done. Amazing aint it? wonder if both achieved satisfaction? Then again, they're just birds. Maybe they dont need satisfaction. there wasn't even foreplay. Just a peck on the neck and one bent slightly forward and the other crawled above. And that was it. talk about efficiency.
i am a good gay. I got 7.5 upon 10 for being a gay. Second-highest in class. Arts App class.
Georgie got the highest in class. That's my mummy! lol. she had eight points for being a ghost.
She was a good ghost. She was a good psychotic girl and she is a good ghost. This girl has extradinary talent in her voice. She knows how to use it. Her performance as psychotic touched many and this time, her ghostly act did not fail to meet expectations. She has a good life ahead of her.
I thought about band two nights ago. Excited by an idea and the adrenaline rushing through my veins, i couldn't sleep. If RO agrees to what i do, this batch of leaders might be bonded.
I saw two pigeons making love a few weeks ago. I was in the bus and it stopped at a traffic junction. Seated beside the window, i was naturally inclined to look outl see the scenery the beauty of life and for that day, sex in the city. They just did it. Less than a minute and the deed was done. Amazing aint it? wonder if both achieved satisfaction? Then again, they're just birds. Maybe they dont need satisfaction. there wasn't even foreplay. Just a peck on the neck and one bent slightly forward and the other crawled above. And that was it. talk about efficiency.
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
once upon a time
Once upon a time, there was a boy. He was rather average. Nothing about him stood out. There was no fear and love emanating from him. There was so much love and fear radiating from him. But this story is not about his feelings. This story is about His character.
The boy had a brother. The brother was mysterious in his character and at times, the lack of it. Totally awed and intrigued, the boy wanted to be like his brother, the one whose character many attempted to determine. Many tried, but few, if not none, have succeeded.
The boy had numerous groups of friends, from school to church to others. Few saw all of him. Few could boast of knowing him in and out simply cause nobody knews whether how in or out he was.
Some saw him as a circle, others as a rhombus. Sides that a particular group of friends saw of him would never be seen by any other groups of friends. His circles of friends rarely mixed.
Yet as time flew by, the boy realised he could Never be like his brother simply because he loved his friends so much that by instinct, he opened up to them, whichever group of friends they were from.
The boy can NEVER be like his brother.
As such, no matter what side of him that people saw, they could always be confident that the part that they see of him is true and not a false impression.
The boy, like everybody else in the world, is unique via his character. Numerous sides and not all are seen with one eye yet rest assured what the eye sees is true and not an illusion.
The boy had a brother. The brother was mysterious in his character and at times, the lack of it. Totally awed and intrigued, the boy wanted to be like his brother, the one whose character many attempted to determine. Many tried, but few, if not none, have succeeded.
The boy had numerous groups of friends, from school to church to others. Few saw all of him. Few could boast of knowing him in and out simply cause nobody knews whether how in or out he was.
Some saw him as a circle, others as a rhombus. Sides that a particular group of friends saw of him would never be seen by any other groups of friends. His circles of friends rarely mixed.
Yet as time flew by, the boy realised he could Never be like his brother simply because he loved his friends so much that by instinct, he opened up to them, whichever group of friends they were from.
The boy can NEVER be like his brother.
As such, no matter what side of him that people saw, they could always be confident that the part that they see of him is true and not a false impression.
The boy, like everybody else in the world, is unique via his character. Numerous sides and not all are seen with one eye yet rest assured what the eye sees is true and not an illusion.
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