As an only child, I have never had any fights with a sibling, but I can imagine how would that be like. But I can never imagine sueing your own sibling. Over what? At the end of the whole event, you may get back your ‘face’, you may earn back your dignity and pride, you may get back a huge sum of money even. But at the end of the day, you will lose your own sibling, a very special bond that can never be replaced, not even with your husband or wife.
I cannot imagine how sad I would be if I am their parents.
Someone once said that children learn from their teachers. If their teacher is a bad person, the children will become a bad person. I wonder then how will children and parents feel when they should know that this fight is happening.
I always wonder why do paper win rock?
Paper, like money, like ‘face’ is fragile and can tear up easily. Whereas rock, the solid, like family and kinship, will be a strong fortress for you and support you when you walk through the remaining part of your lives.
Took this photo yesterday evening. It reminds me that in times of darkness, with the slumping economy and the uprising cases of swine-flu, it is ever more important to look towards the light at the end of the day.
Rainy afternoons always have this effect on me…the scent of afternoon rain seems to creep slowly into my brain and makes me feel sleepy.
Went out for lunch despite the heavy rain. As I was walking towards the MRT station, I began to notice the different umbrellas that people around me were carrying. I realized that most of the umbrellas were all of sombre colours…grey..black…single colours… And I recalled of the time in Rome, where it was raining quite often too.
I fell in love with their umbrellas there…they were bright and colourful…some had artistic drawings of angels…some had rainbow colours on their brollies. These brollies created a happy and cheerful tone to a dull rainy day. Everything just seemed a little brighter.
If everyone here start using more brighter coloured umbrellas, I’m sure it will definitely make rainy days a little more cheery! =)
When I heard that Professor Makoto Shichida has passed away in his sleep on 22nd April 2009, my heart was filled with grief. Though I’ve only seen him once during our 5th Anniversary Gala dinner 2 years ago, he has created a strong impact for all of us in the TSM family.
I have never really been able to handle death. I simply don’t know how to let out my emotions in this matter. But I’m deeply saddened by his passing. Even my bff could sense something is weighing on my mind when she saw me the next day after.
I sincerely know that he is in a better place now, watching over all the children in the world. He has been a great man with a big big heart. Through watching his videos, you can feel his sincere love for the children and hoping to create better bonding for all parents with their little angels.
Somehow along the way, some parents forgot the joy of being parents, the first moment their babies came to the world, the first moment their little finger holding to yours, their first laughter, their first word, their first step…and replaced their love with scoldings, expectations, negligence…
Especially living in the present competitive society, parents feel the extra stress of comparing their children with other children. It is such a sad reality.
I believe with love, the world would be so much more a better place for everyone; babies, children, teenagers, adults, and the elderly.
I don’t know how to end this blog. I guess there’s no ending to a blog on such a great man.
To me, Professor Shichida has not only just left behind his teachings and research. More importantly, he left behind his love and heart for everyone… …
My my..its been some time since I’ve last blogged.
As each day passes, I feel like a simpler girl as I was yesterday. I guess I’m now at a stage in my life, where my perspectives seem somehow different to the yester-days. Don’t know whether is this the feeling of groundedness…or simplicity…as the title of my blog goes. Or is my life plain oh boring. I guess it really depends on your own perspective.
I am no longer an eagle…wishing to soar high into the never-ending skies. Neither would I say that I am a turtle, living each day as it is. I guess I’m just me.
Not escatically happy at this moment, neither supremely sad about anything.
It’s been raining since morning. I love rainy mondays..especially when I’m in the comfort of my own home, listening to good music played over my computer.
Still got to write reports later, but I’m in such good mood.
It feels good to have no trouble or worries in my little head of mine…parents are well and healthy…got a loving husband who is showering me with more love each single day…no worries at work as of now…I’m healthy and well too…money wise also nothing to worry about…what else can I ask for?
Started work again on a normal Tuesday. Feels kinda funny, somehow just not in the mood today.
Listening to all those office politics..
A says about B
B comes and A stops.
A says C to B.
B says about D to A.
and blah blah blah….when will all these talking bad ever stop? young ones talk..old ones talk too..
I’m not saying that I’m a saint..but it’s really quite tiring to hear so much negativity at a workplace. Why can’t people talk about the good things of others behind others’ back??
Anyway, while I was walking home from work, I started to imagine..and here it goes..
I’m now lying on the beach with clear blue water..the weather is beautiful…the wind is breezy…
I’m listening to Jason Mraz’s “I’m Yours”…and drinking a glass of ice lemon tea…
I’m not going to work tomorrow…nor the day after….