He wept.
Days and nights he ran from the destruction; the harsh reality; the truth, till the truth caught up with him, and he howled out loud at the moon.
As birds flew up from surrounding trees, frightened by the anger in his voice, a small fire a hundred meters away sizzled quietly and burned out.
Perhaps it was his anger that blinded his senses, or the heated tears that didn't cease. Whatever the reason, his life took a desperate turn for the worse that fateful day.
He got up, turned to his left, and his world went black.
"The heavens must be blessing us with such a good catch" said one to the other.
"Perhaps this is the Syril the little girl was crying out before I sliced her."
"Boss would be pleased."
Potholes
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Potholes: Blood
It isn't easy to stomach death. And it never will be.
Night after night, he woke up in cold sweat, haunted by images of death. His mother lying on the floor, blood streaming down her face, and eyes reflecting determination and courage. She had fought off her attackers bravely, till a single blow to her head took her life.
He found his sister on her bed, caught by surprise by her attackers. She always slept with a dagger beneath her pillow, and this he found, unused. She didn't die immediately though. She managed to scribble the word 'run' on the wall with blood-soaked hands.
Tears flowed from his eyes as he imagined how much she suffered. Two thrusts into her abdomen, and an arrow shot into her chest. He didn't know how she had managed to lived on. He had always hoped she left a clue or two about the attackers. He had searched the house quickly, looking for some clue. Perhaps the attackers were after a family heirloom or an object of their desire, or they wanted to send a message to the community. After all, his family was one of the more influential ones in the village. But, there was no visible clue nor message to be found.
And so, the next day, before the sun rose, he followed his sister's command, as he had done for the past thirteen years, and ran.
For three days and two nights he ran, stopping every now and then to refresh himself from the streams, till he could run no more, and he knelt down on the damp soil of the thick forest and wept.
Potholes
Night after night, he woke up in cold sweat, haunted by images of death. His mother lying on the floor, blood streaming down her face, and eyes reflecting determination and courage. She had fought off her attackers bravely, till a single blow to her head took her life.
He found his sister on her bed, caught by surprise by her attackers. She always slept with a dagger beneath her pillow, and this he found, unused. She didn't die immediately though. She managed to scribble the word 'run' on the wall with blood-soaked hands.
Tears flowed from his eyes as he imagined how much she suffered. Two thrusts into her abdomen, and an arrow shot into her chest. He didn't know how she had managed to lived on. He had always hoped she left a clue or two about the attackers. He had searched the house quickly, looking for some clue. Perhaps the attackers were after a family heirloom or an object of their desire, or they wanted to send a message to the community. After all, his family was one of the more influential ones in the village. But, there was no visible clue nor message to be found.
And so, the next day, before the sun rose, he followed his sister's command, as he had done for the past thirteen years, and ran.
For three days and two nights he ran, stopping every now and then to refresh himself from the streams, till he could run no more, and he knelt down on the damp soil of the thick forest and wept.
Potholes
Saturday, July 05, 2008
My Child.
She chats as a normal friend does, but don't think lowly of her. She may be young but she remembers words said and words unsaid, and knows how to ask about it. She's decisive, and forceful, but as an older sibling, one does need to guide the younger ones. Yet, she does this with confidence, and she holds steadfast to her beliefs. She may be young, but don't be misled that the young are immature or foolish. She's not afraid to speak her mind, and may be misunderstood to be insensitive and crude.
People might find her quiet, but she has moments of insanity and yet is sane through these times. She doesn't notice much, and stuff may simply pass her by, but time does not. She slogs through each day, and is a hard worker, though she never has enough time for rest. She holds no grudges, though whether she forgets the grudges are another matter altogether. Her eyes do not reveal the numerous thoughts her mind has examined, pondered upon and processed.
But deep inside, there's a longing to be understood, and accepted for who she is. The yearning arises deep within her for someone who can see her for who she truly is. But, in order for that to happen, she has to be willing to open up herself. Will she take the risk?
What would life be, seen through their eyes? A big world of potential, with life everywhere, or that of doom?
People might find her quiet, but she has moments of insanity and yet is sane through these times. She doesn't notice much, and stuff may simply pass her by, but time does not. She slogs through each day, and is a hard worker, though she never has enough time for rest. She holds no grudges, though whether she forgets the grudges are another matter altogether. Her eyes do not reveal the numerous thoughts her mind has examined, pondered upon and processed.
But deep inside, there's a longing to be understood, and accepted for who she is. The yearning arises deep within her for someone who can see her for who she truly is. But, in order for that to happen, she has to be willing to open up herself. Will she take the risk?
What would life be, seen through their eyes? A big world of potential, with life everywhere, or that of doom?
New House
After several days of hurried packing and caching of memories, it was time.
3/7/08 – Thursday
0631
Woken up by wake-up call from friend. Told her “Yea, thanks. I’m awake. Okay, bye bye” and went back to sleep.
0737
‘Officially’ woke up and initiated last min packing of clothes and emptying my drawers and wardrobe.
0832
Took cab to the new house with sis and a whole lot of barang barang. Needed to open the door so the Burmese painter could continue painting the walls.
0845
Reached new house. Opened the door. Went to the table and read Today newspaper that was delivered to the door.
0854
Done with news. Proceeded to play games on my mac.
0913
Painter came. Greeted him, and told him to start painting near the living room area first, because movers will put boxers there later when they arrive.
0915
Watched second last episode of Criminal Minds Season 3.
0955
Yawning and feeling a little restless. But gotta wait for movers to arrive. They would reach old house around 10 so assuming they take 20 to 30 minutes to shift and move stuff, they would reach around 1030. Can barely make it for last episode of Criminal Minds Season 3.
0956
Watched last episode of Criminal Minds Season 3.
1015
Mum called to say movers reached already, and enquired about the painter. Told her he couldn’t paint the living room area because he doesn’t like us. Nah, kidding. It’s just a lack of paint for that particular color.
1042
Criminals Minds Season 3 has officially ended in Randy-land, the Land of Ran(t)s . Bah, these stupid directors / scriptwriters! Making every finale episode a cliff-hanger. Now I’ve got to wait till Sept to find out which car exploded. I hope it’s Prentice. I don’t like her. She doesn’t really contribute much to the team. Or maybe it’s Rossi. After all, he has already solved the murder that has haunted him for twenty years. No more purpose for him to be in the B.A.U. what. Not as if the pay there is very high. Bet they buy cars in bulk, seeing each member has a black SUV.
1045
Movers arrive, and the house which was empty now becomes full of ‘character’ – boxes and furniture.
1203
Movers have left, and it’s not distribute-the-gifts time. Boxes with my name are mine. Boxes with what’s-in-it scribbled on it are my parents’. Boxers with numbers and no names are my sister’s. Black bags (garbage bags) have no labels. Open at own peril.
1330
Helped Dad set up his bed. [No, I did not just stand and wave the pom-poms.] Drank one of the few packets of Pokka Green Tea from the fridge.
1438
Computer set up. And two boxes and three black bags cleared. Yay! Six more to go. As compared to my sis who has 640278517935 more to go. [Hope she doesn’t read this or she’ll kill me]
1742
Done with my boxes save for two plastic ones, bearing my various cables. Yawns. I’m tired. My sis and mum went back to the old house to tidy it up for the new owner, while my dad’s waiting for the Ikea guy to fix up some shelves in the living room, as well as the toilet roll holder, hooks and towel holder for the two (door-less) toilets.
1837
Woke up after a nap on the floor. Damn. Forgot to put my mac to standby mode. Gotta charge it. Now which of the 20-odd boxes did my dad place those thingys that allow you to hook up three appliances to just one power socket.
1856
Ikea guy just said the towel holder and hooks cannot be installed in outside toilet because the tiles aren’t cemented properly. Apparently the workers didn’t do such a good job, and didn’t press the tile firmly onto the cement, thus creating an air pocket. So, when he tried to drill the screws in, the tile cracked. Thank God it didn’t break. As if having half the kitchen tile-less isn’t enough, and door-less toilets aren’t enough.
1928
Went downstairs to help mum and sis unload final batch of stuff from the taxi.
2003
Dinner! Finally, the growls of my stomach are silenced. By the power of food, I command thee to shut up thy growling and digest thy food!
2134
Alamak. Internet doesn’t work. Can watch cable tv so means is not the cable point. But modem was working in old house leh. Kukunana. Argh! No internet! Oh wells, at least there’s Talking Cock: The Movie, for later.
2205
Went to bathe in the master bedroom toilet. That had no door, so I closed the master bedroom door, and the windows. Good for those who have an exhibitionist streak in them eh? Too bad I don’t. And even if I do, I won’t wanna be an exhibitionist. Can be brought to court one, you know. Got many pair of eyes look down on third floor one. Then again, an open bathroom is rather practical. Imagine you got stomachache. Must chiong in, close door, strip and let all hell break loose. If no door, just chiong, strip and let the earth tremble nia. Furthermore, open bathroom good for procreation purposes as well.
2341
Watched around 45 minutes of Talking Cock: The Movie. It’s a very boring show. Like with a capital B. Messaged a few loved ones, before falling asleep.
6/5/08 - Friday
0632
Woke up briefly. Don’t know why. [Later realized my mirror dropped, but no breakage. Or it could be the rain that woke me up]. Messaged my two daughters and the Loved One before going back to sleep again.
1218
Woke up, and first thing I hear are two aunties chattering as they walk through the ‘park’ right outside my window. Hmm, if my sis had my room, and her hair was long enough, she could be Rapunzel and let her hair down for her suitors. Or get them to throw stones at her window, like those Engrish movies.
1326
Had brunch. Helped dad to put up support for the middle of curtain rods.
1603
Gas guy is late. But, it was easy to spot him, as my living room windows face out onto the road leading to my block. Can see rubbish truck come also. But this one, no need to see. Smell, can already. But really, gas guy easy to spot. You see a guy with copper cables and a trolley, means is him. Or so my dad says. I guess the other possibility is a thief carting away copper cables to sell.
1605
Playing Farm Frenzy. My Avast! Antivirus scan is still ongoing since yesterday afternoon after I set up my com. Too many files, I reckon.
1728
I’ve been thinking. Since the walkway my room window faces has a strong volume of traffic, I should sell advertising space eh! Entrepreneurship skills @ work. Or I can attempt to create my own hanging gardens. If Babylon can do it, so I can. Ai yah, but no hook. Then later my neighbor below me comprain. Besides, my first floor unit got jungle anyway. Nebermind, I should challenge myself. Make my window the brightest during festivals. Hang ‘Gong Xi Fa Cai’ during CNY, and blinking lights during Christmas. Maybe hang disco ball on Saturday nights also. Just kidding! But got one thing I hang, everybody will also hang. National Day flag. Hmm, wonder if I put up a banner that says God Loves You, will tio summon not. Do my part to spread the love ma.
1932
Went for dinner at Tampines. Jack’s Place. Yum yum. Black pepper sauce got a bit of kick. They’ve improved. But too little sauce la. So kiam siap.
2301
Just came back from Ikea with ironing board, and mirrors, and boards and others.
2338
Just bathed in outside toilet. Used shower curtain to cover. You think free show ah? Bathe cold water make me breathe a lot seh. Wonder how effective my facial wash is, when used with cold water. After all, no hot water, so the pores don’t open up, so means it doesn’t clean my face thoroughly ma right? But then, also means body pores not open, so the soap won’t work what. Then again, it’s Dettol. It will give me a greenish outline when you snap a photo or take video of me. But so weird ah, this kinda stuff. It says on its bottle it will remove unseen bacteria. But, if the bacteria is unseen, how will you know whether the bacteria is really removed or not. Not as if, can use magnifying glass and check what. I can go and mix bittergourd with milk chocolate then sell to you as bitter chocolate what. Eh wait, wrong analogy. Hmm, I can buy a towel and then sell to you, saying I coated it with an extra solution that will wipe away all dirt from you and you won’t feel the difference. But the dirt is invisible to the naked eye one, unlike oil in Macdonald’s French fries, it’s machiam like wearing shades at night. Cannot see one.
2350
Okay, I’m done with writing these blog posts. Shall post them tomorrow, when the Starhub guy comes and fixes up the internet. Even though I won’t be back till evening. Meeting my two lovely daughters tomorrow, to go to Woodlands. Strange ah, Woodlands. Then next time got Plasticland and Metaltown. Well, off to the Land of Joy tomorrow. Cheers, and goodnight. I shall use this low [Sings Low from Flo Rida] $9.70 ironing board that we bought from NTUC at Tampines. Better use it at least ten times, so at least each use is worth a dollar. Adios amigos, and lots of love, from Ran(t)sland, where he that don’t run, ran. Whatever that means.
5/7/08 - Saturday
1015
Took a bath. Gah! Cold water. It’s so tantalizingly refreshingly cool. Hmm, do you know, if you shake your head from left to right, as you hum, you can ‘manually’ do a vibrato. And, the sound wavers more when humming under cold water. Well, not directly under cold water, but like from the shower you know. A lame friend I know would probably tell me under cold water is the sink, or the kitchen floor. You know it’s you I’m talking about, don’t look away! :p
Shall blog this tonight, when my internet comes back. Ciao!
3/7/08 – Thursday
0631
Woken up by wake-up call from friend. Told her “Yea, thanks. I’m awake. Okay, bye bye” and went back to sleep.
0737
‘Officially’ woke up and initiated last min packing of clothes and emptying my drawers and wardrobe.
0832
Took cab to the new house with sis and a whole lot of barang barang. Needed to open the door so the Burmese painter could continue painting the walls.
0845
Reached new house. Opened the door. Went to the table and read Today newspaper that was delivered to the door.
0854
Done with news. Proceeded to play games on my mac.
0913
Painter came. Greeted him, and told him to start painting near the living room area first, because movers will put boxers there later when they arrive.
0915
Watched second last episode of Criminal Minds Season 3.
0955
Yawning and feeling a little restless. But gotta wait for movers to arrive. They would reach old house around 10 so assuming they take 20 to 30 minutes to shift and move stuff, they would reach around 1030. Can barely make it for last episode of Criminal Minds Season 3.
0956
Watched last episode of Criminal Minds Season 3.
1015
Mum called to say movers reached already, and enquired about the painter. Told her he couldn’t paint the living room area because he doesn’t like us. Nah, kidding. It’s just a lack of paint for that particular color.
1042
Criminals Minds Season 3 has officially ended in Randy-land, the Land of Ran(t)s . Bah, these stupid directors / scriptwriters! Making every finale episode a cliff-hanger. Now I’ve got to wait till Sept to find out which car exploded. I hope it’s Prentice. I don’t like her. She doesn’t really contribute much to the team. Or maybe it’s Rossi. After all, he has already solved the murder that has haunted him for twenty years. No more purpose for him to be in the B.A.U. what. Not as if the pay there is very high. Bet they buy cars in bulk, seeing each member has a black SUV.
1045
Movers arrive, and the house which was empty now becomes full of ‘character’ – boxes and furniture.
1203
Movers have left, and it’s not distribute-the-gifts time. Boxes with my name are mine. Boxes with what’s-in-it scribbled on it are my parents’. Boxers with numbers and no names are my sister’s. Black bags (garbage bags) have no labels. Open at own peril.
1330
Helped Dad set up his bed. [No, I did not just stand and wave the pom-poms.] Drank one of the few packets of Pokka Green Tea from the fridge.
1438
Computer set up. And two boxes and three black bags cleared. Yay! Six more to go. As compared to my sis who has 640278517935 more to go. [Hope she doesn’t read this or she’ll kill me]
1742
Done with my boxes save for two plastic ones, bearing my various cables. Yawns. I’m tired. My sis and mum went back to the old house to tidy it up for the new owner, while my dad’s waiting for the Ikea guy to fix up some shelves in the living room, as well as the toilet roll holder, hooks and towel holder for the two (door-less) toilets.
1837
Woke up after a nap on the floor. Damn. Forgot to put my mac to standby mode. Gotta charge it. Now which of the 20-odd boxes did my dad place those thingys that allow you to hook up three appliances to just one power socket.
1856
Ikea guy just said the towel holder and hooks cannot be installed in outside toilet because the tiles aren’t cemented properly. Apparently the workers didn’t do such a good job, and didn’t press the tile firmly onto the cement, thus creating an air pocket. So, when he tried to drill the screws in, the tile cracked. Thank God it didn’t break. As if having half the kitchen tile-less isn’t enough, and door-less toilets aren’t enough.
1928
Went downstairs to help mum and sis unload final batch of stuff from the taxi.
2003
Dinner! Finally, the growls of my stomach are silenced. By the power of food, I command thee to shut up thy growling and digest thy food!
2134
Alamak. Internet doesn’t work. Can watch cable tv so means is not the cable point. But modem was working in old house leh. Kukunana. Argh! No internet! Oh wells, at least there’s Talking Cock: The Movie, for later.
2205
Went to bathe in the master bedroom toilet. That had no door, so I closed the master bedroom door, and the windows. Good for those who have an exhibitionist streak in them eh? Too bad I don’t. And even if I do, I won’t wanna be an exhibitionist. Can be brought to court one, you know. Got many pair of eyes look down on third floor one. Then again, an open bathroom is rather practical. Imagine you got stomachache. Must chiong in, close door, strip and let all hell break loose. If no door, just chiong, strip and let the earth tremble nia. Furthermore, open bathroom good for procreation purposes as well.
2341
Watched around 45 minutes of Talking Cock: The Movie. It’s a very boring show. Like with a capital B. Messaged a few loved ones, before falling asleep.
6/5/08 - Friday
0632
Woke up briefly. Don’t know why. [Later realized my mirror dropped, but no breakage. Or it could be the rain that woke me up]. Messaged my two daughters and the Loved One before going back to sleep again.
1218
Woke up, and first thing I hear are two aunties chattering as they walk through the ‘park’ right outside my window. Hmm, if my sis had my room, and her hair was long enough, she could be Rapunzel and let her hair down for her suitors. Or get them to throw stones at her window, like those Engrish movies.
1326
Had brunch. Helped dad to put up support for the middle of curtain rods.
1603
Gas guy is late. But, it was easy to spot him, as my living room windows face out onto the road leading to my block. Can see rubbish truck come also. But this one, no need to see. Smell, can already. But really, gas guy easy to spot. You see a guy with copper cables and a trolley, means is him. Or so my dad says. I guess the other possibility is a thief carting away copper cables to sell.
1605
Playing Farm Frenzy. My Avast! Antivirus scan is still ongoing since yesterday afternoon after I set up my com. Too many files, I reckon.
1728
I’ve been thinking. Since the walkway my room window faces has a strong volume of traffic, I should sell advertising space eh! Entrepreneurship skills @ work. Or I can attempt to create my own hanging gardens. If Babylon can do it, so I can. Ai yah, but no hook. Then later my neighbor below me comprain. Besides, my first floor unit got jungle anyway. Nebermind, I should challenge myself. Make my window the brightest during festivals. Hang ‘Gong Xi Fa Cai’ during CNY, and blinking lights during Christmas. Maybe hang disco ball on Saturday nights also. Just kidding! But got one thing I hang, everybody will also hang. National Day flag. Hmm, wonder if I put up a banner that says God Loves You, will tio summon not. Do my part to spread the love ma.
1932
Went for dinner at Tampines. Jack’s Place. Yum yum. Black pepper sauce got a bit of kick. They’ve improved. But too little sauce la. So kiam siap.
2301
Just came back from Ikea with ironing board, and mirrors, and boards and others.
2338
Just bathed in outside toilet. Used shower curtain to cover. You think free show ah? Bathe cold water make me breathe a lot seh. Wonder how effective my facial wash is, when used with cold water. After all, no hot water, so the pores don’t open up, so means it doesn’t clean my face thoroughly ma right? But then, also means body pores not open, so the soap won’t work what. Then again, it’s Dettol. It will give me a greenish outline when you snap a photo or take video of me. But so weird ah, this kinda stuff. It says on its bottle it will remove unseen bacteria. But, if the bacteria is unseen, how will you know whether the bacteria is really removed or not. Not as if, can use magnifying glass and check what. I can go and mix bittergourd with milk chocolate then sell to you as bitter chocolate what. Eh wait, wrong analogy. Hmm, I can buy a towel and then sell to you, saying I coated it with an extra solution that will wipe away all dirt from you and you won’t feel the difference. But the dirt is invisible to the naked eye one, unlike oil in Macdonald’s French fries, it’s machiam like wearing shades at night. Cannot see one.
2350
Okay, I’m done with writing these blog posts. Shall post them tomorrow, when the Starhub guy comes and fixes up the internet. Even though I won’t be back till evening. Meeting my two lovely daughters tomorrow, to go to Woodlands. Strange ah, Woodlands. Then next time got Plasticland and Metaltown. Well, off to the Land of Joy tomorrow. Cheers, and goodnight. I shall use this low [Sings Low from Flo Rida] $9.70 ironing board that we bought from NTUC at Tampines. Better use it at least ten times, so at least each use is worth a dollar. Adios amigos, and lots of love, from Ran(t)sland, where he that don’t run, ran. Whatever that means.
5/7/08 - Saturday
1015
Took a bath. Gah! Cold water. It’s so tantalizingly refreshingly cool. Hmm, do you know, if you shake your head from left to right, as you hum, you can ‘manually’ do a vibrato. And, the sound wavers more when humming under cold water. Well, not directly under cold water, but like from the shower you know. A lame friend I know would probably tell me under cold water is the sink, or the kitchen floor. You know it’s you I’m talking about, don’t look away! :p
Shall blog this tonight, when my internet comes back. Ciao!
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Mars Asparagus for sale anyone?
Well, if you've read the news, Mars has soil that can sustain life, i.e. us.
The bad news is, you have to eat asparagus for your whole life, if you live there.
Nah, I'm just kidding. Apparently the chemical compounds have been extracted from Martian soil, and the conditions are rather perfect. Like one's backyard soil, according to an unnamed source.
Of course, from a Singaporean's point of view, one question's the definition of 'perfect'. I sure would miss durian if I live in Mars.
Here's the LINK for more info.
The bad news is, you have to eat asparagus for your whole life, if you live there.
Nah, I'm just kidding. Apparently the chemical compounds have been extracted from Martian soil, and the conditions are rather perfect. Like one's backyard soil, according to an unnamed source.
Of course, from a Singaporean's point of view, one question's the definition of 'perfect'. I sure would miss durian if I live in Mars.
Here's the LINK for more info.
Random Musings
I'm a dad! haha, not true. Well, kinda. Guess I look like a dad. Or they just need a father figure. Who knows? All I can say is fathering is tiring.
Yet, there never is a definite age to be a parent, is there? One could be sixty, and have grand-children but not be a parent. It's not just a term, it's a symbol and represents the bond, trust and faith.
Break the trust once, and it's over.
Some will try to be parents, but they can never be. Others don't try to be parents but falsely assume that they are parents.
Work, money, adultery and more.
Raising and nurturing.
Too bad father's day isn't around the corner, or I'll be so so so blessed.
Papa Roti watch out! Papa Randy is here! Muahahahaha...
Nah, who am I kidding. =X
You know, some kids, I mean young adults, I mean young teens, like 12 to 14 years of age, [can't call them middle teens, right?], some of their characteristics are displayed. Most probably they won't know it, since it would escape most of their maturity, yet, you just take a look, and you can imagine them ten, maybe fifteen years down the road, with certain qualities in their character, that would aid them on the path of success, should they chose to maximize its potential.
The world's a small place. I could befriend the daughter of my mother's friend who became her friend when they chatted together while waiting for the school bus to pick up her daughter who was from the same primary school as I am, and two years younger than me, and took the same school bus.
Tomorrow's June Event. It's amazing. Some of them are amazed at the simplicity of broadcasting sound effects from my mac to the sound system. A 3.5mm cable, and a jack to ensure it fits in the mixer, and it's done.
Dra dra. Lychee. Gideon. Harrison. Heh, if I were harry, he would be my son.
Sometimes the best comes from simplicity. That said, not all things in life are simple, unless, the product is simply complicated.
If they're active, they're active. So, how does one make them sit still?
Yet, there never is a definite age to be a parent, is there? One could be sixty, and have grand-children but not be a parent. It's not just a term, it's a symbol and represents the bond, trust and faith.
Break the trust once, and it's over.
Some will try to be parents, but they can never be. Others don't try to be parents but falsely assume that they are parents.
Work, money, adultery and more.
Raising and nurturing.
Too bad father's day isn't around the corner, or I'll be so so so blessed.
Papa Roti watch out! Papa Randy is here! Muahahahaha...
Nah, who am I kidding. =X
You know, some kids, I mean young adults, I mean young teens, like 12 to 14 years of age, [can't call them middle teens, right?], some of their characteristics are displayed. Most probably they won't know it, since it would escape most of their maturity, yet, you just take a look, and you can imagine them ten, maybe fifteen years down the road, with certain qualities in their character, that would aid them on the path of success, should they chose to maximize its potential.
The world's a small place. I could befriend the daughter of my mother's friend who became her friend when they chatted together while waiting for the school bus to pick up her daughter who was from the same primary school as I am, and two years younger than me, and took the same school bus.
Tomorrow's June Event. It's amazing. Some of them are amazed at the simplicity of broadcasting sound effects from my mac to the sound system. A 3.5mm cable, and a jack to ensure it fits in the mixer, and it's done.
Dra dra. Lychee. Gideon. Harrison. Heh, if I were harry, he would be my son.
Sometimes the best comes from simplicity. That said, not all things in life are simple, unless, the product is simply complicated.
If they're active, they're active. So, how does one make them sit still?
Friday, June 27, 2008
Encouragement.
Encouragement. Support.
We would need a steady supply of these to live on in life. Some may require less of it, others may need more.
But how does one excel in it?
Can you learn it in a special school that specializes in it? Or is there an art? Or perhaps a book of phrases, and you randomly pick one and offer it to the person in need?
People will say it varies according to the situation. True, I agree. You can't tell a suicidal or depressed person to "Go!" Or "All The Best!"
So how does one excel in it?
By experience? Or by saying phrases that are uplifting to our spirits, and praying it will uplift the persons' spirits too? Yet, a man's meat is another man's poison, so how can the effectiveness of such phrases be gauged in order to maximize its potential for the right situation?
Then again, perhaps all that is truly needed is a listening ear and a companion. Millions of children grow up everyday, but don't be fooled by assuming that the vibrancy of virtual social networks has made us less lonely.
On the contrary, it has diminished the value of relationships to a virtual status, and I'm pretty sure Abraham Maslow didn't mean social needs to be that of pseudo-physical.
So, could the most effective way of encouragement one provide would simply be a listening ear?
Something so simple, and yet so hard to comply with, in this world where everything demands for our attention, both physically and virtually.
Do you agree?
We would need a steady supply of these to live on in life. Some may require less of it, others may need more.
But how does one excel in it?
Can you learn it in a special school that specializes in it? Or is there an art? Or perhaps a book of phrases, and you randomly pick one and offer it to the person in need?
People will say it varies according to the situation. True, I agree. You can't tell a suicidal or depressed person to "Go!" Or "All The Best!"
So how does one excel in it?
By experience? Or by saying phrases that are uplifting to our spirits, and praying it will uplift the persons' spirits too? Yet, a man's meat is another man's poison, so how can the effectiveness of such phrases be gauged in order to maximize its potential for the right situation?
Then again, perhaps all that is truly needed is a listening ear and a companion. Millions of children grow up everyday, but don't be fooled by assuming that the vibrancy of virtual social networks has made us less lonely.
On the contrary, it has diminished the value of relationships to a virtual status, and I'm pretty sure Abraham Maslow didn't mean social needs to be that of pseudo-physical.
So, could the most effective way of encouragement one provide would simply be a listening ear?
Something so simple, and yet so hard to comply with, in this world where everything demands for our attention, both physically and virtually.
Do you agree?
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