Leave the kids alone

Just finished reading a book (Under the Beetle's Cellar by Mary Willis Walker). It had been lying around for almost a decade now, unnoticed, gathering dust among other books on the shelf. It was given to me by my late father. Always wanted to read the books which he offered..but it always slipped away unintentionally , forgotten it's existence .. sometimes replaced by other books or...  cos of life keeping me busy or too occupied.

Hmm...the book is good..but i wouldn't recommend you to finish it at a single stretch. Take your time, sip by sip..a month or two would do just fine. Only then i think you would experience the feelings involved in the end..

Never seen a species so stubborn as man

When will i learn from my mistakes?

Personas for Firefox | Pink Love

Personas for Firefox | Pink Love

My simple creations..lol

Bracing for a transition..

Stepping into something new and exciting, with God besides me.

Dreamworld

This dream was so emotional for me. At the same time, I enjoyed it to the last moment. Its one of those dreams, from which you wished you never woke up. It's about my friend, Shaina. I write this with a speck of tears in my eyes (Yeah..call me being soft and timid). I believe she has been a truly amazing friend. She may not have done anything stupendous for me, but does that matter for nurturing a great friendship? It's just the fact that she was with me all the time in college.
Well, in this dream..as in reality, she walks towards the bus. I recollect she was wearing denims with a white tee and a black unbuttoned cardigan on top of it. Cardigans are a must for her, without which her dressing feels incomplete. As always, she sits besides me at the rear of the bus. It seemed ages since I saw her last time.  I could feel happiness brewing inside me. Put simply, it was awesome. Somehow I realized all this emotions could end up in tears, so i sat numb. But then she broke the silence, out of nowhere she said her husband loathes me (no offense). I can see from her face, that she wasn't happy about it. (Now I don't know why)..She asked me to apologies (but for what?). I replied by saying,i always say sorry to you whenever I feel somethings not right between us and when there's lil feuds. When i said all these her cute lil eyes where watery. Joy overwhelmed me seeing that. I felt crushed by those tears, and I had no choice but to succumb to it. My eyes started to pour. Being the eldest one in the bus,I couldn't cry..lol..I hid my face facing downwards, resting my forehead on the seat in front. Shaina  seeing this..tried to taunt me, although not cruel but friendly. She made all the other bus mates look unto me and I felt soo embarrassed.

Well that was it...I miss her..hmmm..its all right..

Farewell to you my friends

I always had this feeling, to thank my friends in some occasion or something, for all that they have done for me. for the pep talks they gave me, for the patience they had to keep up with me, for all those walks together in the campus, for everything.
Although I'm an introvert, I just gave a small speech for my friends..hehe. I never imagined my name to be called for a speech. But there you go, I was called and I had to say something. I felt like Colin Firth in the movie The King's Speech. For a good 6 seconds or something, I stood there at the center stage..totally numb!! I felt like I was speech impaired. Words were in my mind, but as soon it appeared down in my throat, some unseen force was fighting it,  winning and sending it into limbo each time. My lips moved, but no sound from it.
But then, I don't know how..I started talking. It's not pleasant  to hear my voice, its a bit coarse , a bit cracky and most of the time its gibberish. So just imagine, when it would be resounded through all those high output loudspeakers.
I totally dread giving speeches. Nevertheless it was a nice experience.

I enjoyed the whole party, the venue itself (Ramee Royal), good food, there was music all the time.

A Mother's Love

Aren't mothers awesome! I believe that no matter how grown up a person can get, a mother can always bring out the child in you. She has her own ways of knowing  you, even though you yourself have never realised it. She knows exactly what's better and what's not better for us. How does she do it? And then, there is no question of being getting tired. She will only get tired after she has done everything for me.How is this possible?..isn't Love great to be felt in this way?