LET THE REASON BE LOVE

This is a very sweet story that I just received from my email. Hope to share it with you.

Sometimes we are blind to see the goodness of our spouses and deaf tohear their kind words for us. 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. Three years of courtship and now, two years into marriage, I would have to admit, that I was getting tired of it. The reasons of my loving him before, had now transformed into the cause of all my restlessness.

I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it comes to a relationship and my feelings. I yearn for the romantic moments, like a little girl yearning for candy. My husband is my complete opposite, his lack of sensitivity, and the inability to bring romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me about love.

One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I wanted adivorce. "Why?" he asked, shocked. "I am tired, there are not reasons for everything in the world!" I answered. He kept silent the whole night, seemed to be in deep thought with a lighted cigarette 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 said it right, it's hard to change a person's personality, and I guess I had started losing faith in him.

Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered: "Here is the question, if you can answer and convince my heart, I will change my mind. Let's say, I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we both are sure that 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 sankby listening to his response. I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and saw a piece of paperwith his sketchy handwriting, underneath a milk glass, on the diningtable near the front door, that said, "My dear, I would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me to explain the reasons further..." This first line was already breaking my heart. I continued reading. "When you use the computer you always mess up the software programs, and you cry in front of the screen, I have to save my fingers so that I can help to restore the programs. You always leave the house keys behind, thus I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you. You love traveling but always lose your way in a new city, I have to save my eyes to show you the way. You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected by infantile 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 your eyes, I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help to clip your nails, and help to remove those annoying white hairs. So I can also hold your hand while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand and tell you the colour of flowers, just like the color of the glow on your young face. Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you more than I do. I could not pick that flower yet, and die."

My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting as I continued 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 favorite bread and fresh milk" I rushed to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, clutching tightly with his hands, the milk bottle and loaf of bread! Now I am very sure that no one will ever love me as much as he does, and I have decided to leave 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.

Love shows up in all forms, even very small and cheeky forms, it has never been a model, it could be the most dull and boring form. Flowers, and romantic moments are only used and appear on the surface of the relationship. Under all this, the pillar of true love stands.
And that is our life.

Love, not words, win arguments.

PRINCIPLES OF MANAGEMENT

I just attended my lecture just now and the lecturer was so funny. Well, actually, he was rather entertaining as he had acted a little foolishly and that was what made everyone enjoy the long lecture just now.

I guess I would commend him on his courage to admit that he was not very proficient in the English Language. Honestly speaking, it was his pronunciation of the language that made us laugh. I thought it was a terrible thing to do, laughing out loud at another person’s shortcoming. However everyone in the lecture theatre was doing it, so I guess that is why I laughed along too. But I want to say that I am sorry for doing so.

I am sorry for thinking that he was foolish and I am even sorrier that our lectures always seem so boring when it is a serious, non joking lecturer who is standing in front lecturing. I wonder whether it is us the students or the lecturers that have been causing the lectures to be boring.

I wonder how does the lecturer feels when the whole lecture group is laughing at him? I really have no idea because he seems to enjoy the attention and laughs along with the group. Maybe he does not know that we were laughing at him and not with him! Or perhaps he felt upset but struggled to keep up a happy face?

Little things like that often go unnoticed. We might actually be hurting people around us with the things we do or say, but we will never realize it until we stop ourselves one day to take a look at what is actually happening around us.

That said; let us just take a moment to reflect on our own behaviour lately. Are we having fun on the expense of others’ dignity and pride? If so, really the only person who can change the way society has become is us ourselves.

A VALUABLE LESSON

It was the worse tragedy I have ever seen in my life. The recent Asian Tsunami had killed over 15,000 in eight different countries and the numbers were expected to rise. Why, I ask myself. Innocent people were getting killed and it was just one day after Christmas. I am very sure that these people, especially those who lived in the poorer province of Sri Lanka did not even get a chance to celebrate this festival and now their final gift is death?

It is very terrible especially when you see the re-runs on the news channel of how the huge wave hit Phuket, Thailand. This incident must have scarred many. Even though I am in this peaceful city Singapore and happy to be alive, my heart aches at the thought of those who died and worse still, those who lost their loved ones and homes.

It is funny how you can feel such a huge mix of emotions all at once. I remember having my dinner at home and watching the news at the same time. I felt scared as though I was one of the people running for their lives yet I felt grateful as I knew I was at home safe and sound having a nice dinner. However, the feelings became so intense that I just could not eat anymore and I ended up crying on the dining table for those who I did not even know.

The cameras closed up on the rows of dead bodies lying on the floor. Fear of contamination to the waters by some of the unrecovered bodies was there and I heard my neighbour telling my mother not to buy fish for the time being. It is so funny how daily lives of Singaporeans get affected by this tragedy.

Anyway, I have come to learn a very valuable lesson. Life is so short so we have to treasure what we have around us now. It may sound cliché but this is what I honestly think. Such tragedies whether big or small serve as a reminder to us, so we should hold such a valuable lesson learnt close to our hearts.

The valuable lesson to learn is this.

There will come a day where we will all have to leave this world. Even a holiday might turn into a tragedy. We have got to treasure what we have and be contented with it. If not, we will have all the material things in the world but we will regret deeply and forever when we lose the thing that we did not know how to treasure in the past.

The lost dog

I remember when I was young; I used to have a dog. However she left me and I miss her so much still.

Helen was an adorable West Highland terrier. She was white in colour and had fluffy fur. My father brought her home to me one day. It was my very first contact with a dog and I was very nervous. The moment I saw her, I leapt up onto the sofa chair. Though my father tried to reassure me that she would not bite, but I refused to believe him. A six year old girl would of course be afraid of that dog. My four year old brother was braver and he took my mother’s best dinner plate and filled it with water and gave it to Helen. I asked my brother why he did that and his reason was that the dog was thirsty. I realized that he learnt that through the cartoons that we used to watch!

Time passed very quickly and soon Helen learnt how to come when she was called and stand on her hind legs! Of course it was my mother who taught her all that, she was the one that spent the most time with Helen and my brother and I only knew how to walk the dog.

That fateful day came when my brother and I decided to walk the dog. Helen’s leash came loose and she ran away. No matter how much we tried to call her, she just refused to come back and she turned a corner and disappeared.

I did not realize how everyone at home had grown so attached to her. But I soon realized after we could not find her. After a mass crying by my brother and me, my mother joined in too. I remember her weeping silently. You could not hear her but you could see tears flowing from her eyes.

Helen was such a joy. She knew how to make you smile. When she stood on her hind feet and begged you for treats, your heart melts.

Everyone was determined to find her so we wrote advertisements on blank paper and went to the different blocks in the neighborhood and pasted the advertisements on the pillars of the blocks. We spent about one week doing the same thing and even offered a reward for Helen but we could not get her back.

I guess this incident has proven that no one can ever replace Helen. Even up to this day, no one knows whether she is alive still or dead. And that is why she will always remain a loss and dearly in our hearts and no other dogs will be able to replace her.

Birds in the Sky

This is my attempt at feeling what the other inhabitants of this Earth feel. Hope you enjoy.

Let us imagine we were birds in the sky. The blue sky is our play ground and the trees our home. What would our days be like? Will we chirp happily because we have no worries in the world or would we cry sadly because of what the land habitants are doing to our world?


The air is polluted with the smog from cars. These humans say the bigger the better these cars but do they realize that they are killing us slowly with these foul smelling gases. Our blue play ground that once gave us the utmost joy is now sadly gone. Can they see the blue sky? Yes, they may but have they been up there before? The freshness of the air is now gone. Smell the air and they will know what we mean.


They go to the beach and enjoy themselves but they turn their backs once the day is over, leaving bottles and rubbish all over the sand. Can they see what we see? When we fly over the sea, the sea creatures look up at us and plead so badly for this pollution to stop. It pains us to see our fellow friends in pain but what can we do because we know the humans do not care. Not now and not ever.


How about the land where our homes are on? Why are our homes dying? Why are the trees getting weaker nowadays and they cannot even stand still when a huge storm comes? When the storm comes, the trees fall. And when the trees fall, our homes fall too. And we will die also because we do not know where home is anymore.


So please, we beg the humans. Open your eyes and take a good look at what is happening. Listen with your hearts for the bird’s cry as we represent the cry for a change in the entire Earth.

A Bed Of Roses?

Do you feel that sometimes people make their lives SO melancholic? As you stand by and watch them, you feel that you are watching a sad play that have no ending or worse still, so sad that it just makes you want to laugh? Well, I have.

It is really FUNNY the way some people view their lives. They think that fate is playing a cruel joke on them and they blame fate and they cry out loud, voicing out their unhappiness to whoever they think would listen. Silence, I think is usually the best way to deal with such people. As the saying goes, you rather keep quiet and pretend to be dumb then open your mouth to admit that you are a FOOL.

Just that day, I was walking past a tutorial room when the door opened and I saw my friend coming out. The moment she saw me, she produced a great whining sound and said “It is the unluckiest day of my life! I don’t know what I did to deserve this! It is so unfair, even fate is not on my side! Look at this!” Thrusting her hand right into my face, I found out within a second what the cause of her great distress was. A broken nail. I can understand why she was so upset. After all, she took 2 weeks to grow her nails to the desirable length and she is suffering from an incurable disease that stops the growth of nails FOREVER once they have been broken.

Really, only the first part of the previous sentence is true.

So big yet so small. This is how I feel people view their problems nowadays. As the Chinese say, there will always be a mountain that is higher than another. Therefore I feel that whatever problems we may face, we have got to take it in our stride. Spending time grumbling about the problem will not solve the problem; it just makes it seem larger than life. So why waste unnecessary time?

Easily from this entry today, you can probably see that I don’t view life as a bed of roses because I know it will never be one. Instead what I will do is work towards my ultimate goal of making my bed one that is full of carpet grass.

Well, at least they don’t have thorns and I know that it is the fruit of my labour. *Winks*

My SECOND try

For those of you who think that this is my FIRST time blogging.. Well, you are wrong.. In fact this is my SECOND try.. What happened the FIRST time was that I failed miserably as a blogger..

This is WHY:
1. I had no time
2. I had no interest
3. What the hell? I can't write something WORTH reading

I foresee myself failing another time as a blogger and here is WHY again:
1. I STILL have no time
2. I STILL can't see my 100% interest in this
3. I STILL am incapable of writing something you would want to read

One NEW reason..
4. I ABSOLUTELY think that blogging is a WASTE of time, it is also an insult to a DAIRY for those of you who treat your blog as a place to pour out your TRUE feelings because, I mean how many of you do that HONESTLY?.. Not many, i guess.. Unless you decide to blog anonymously.. People may say that I think too much.. (They say "blogging is just a past time, you don't have to be too TENSED or THINK TOO MUCH") Haha.. You guys may want to laugh your hearts out now (as YES, you ARE reading my blog)...

Before any of you start to BRAND me as an ANTI BLOGGER, I would like to say.. RELAX. Because i really have nothing against bloggers.. It is just a way of being honest about the way I feel about blogs. But maybe I should tell you to TREASURE these written words of mine because I have a feeling that this might be one of the very FEW blogs that i will be posting in this SECOND ATTEMPT..

So sit back relax and enjoy..