Guilt list for today

The trouble with driving along our highways is it difficult to stay disciplined. There are just too many rules to be broken. Driving back just now, I too was guilty of indiscipline, breaking quite a number of rules myself. In all honesty, below is my guilt list for today :

1. Not using my indicator lights
- Yes, I was not always using my indicator lights when I was switching lanes. Sometimes I would use them, when my shallow mind though that I needed to indicate to others my next actions. Other than those, I wouldn't be bothered to put on those blinkers.

2. Overtaking from the left lane
- Now, this I wouldn't normally do on purpose. Today, it was because I was stucked in the middle lane, approaching a far slower car than mine, while on the right lane, crazy maniacs driving over the speed limit were zooming pass. So, I was left with the option of either slowing down and losing my momentum or go to the left, since it was clear. Well, I chose the latter, wouldn't you? Hhhmmm...

3. Changing channels on the radio
- Oh, this one I really plead guilty! I have this habit of changing the channels of the radio. Why? Simply because I cannot stand listening to advertisements or DJs talking too much too long over the radio! Or sometimes, certain songs. Goodness, you are suppose to play songs over the radio, not hog them with your 2cents worth, or your advertisers! It's dangerous, yes, because I tend to focus on the songs and radio and not on the driving, at least not fully. And today, they spoke too much, again.

4. Drinking
- This is a little tricky. It's good to keep ourselves well hydrated, especially when driving long distance. But sometimes, it can be very dangerous to drink while driving, even if it's plain water. Similar to channel changing, doing another activity makes us lose a little of our concentration on driving. This is especially so if your bottle is big and your are driving alone, like me. Well, open it up first and place it somewhere you can reach easily. Another way, stop and then drink. Else, don't drink, if you can.

5. Texting when driving
- Haha, undoubtedly, this is definitely not a thing to do when you are driving. Texting? Totally distracting! What do you think you have, 2 brains and four eyes?? Not even to The Goat! Sorry! Big mistake here, big selfish mistake of mine!

Only five today? Not bad! I noticed, the mother of all road-related evils, SPEEDING, was not on my list! Yeeehhhh!! Good work, girl. Another battle won. Keep it up, for the list must be shorten, consistently.

Attack of the Green Nose Pig!

What happens if your pet goat is actually a green nose pig in disguise? Tell me, please. He doesn't play the violin no longer, not that often. Instead, he blows his nose to turn it into a nasty shade of green. And mind you, no warning is given! Out of the blue, the goat coat transforms to reveal an over-emotional pig-like creature, with the greenest nose you have laid your eyes upon!

And you are left there, blown away, staring in bewilderment!
BEWARE...The Attack of the Green Nose Pig!!

randoms

Don't you think this is too fast? As much as I know that the both of you have known each other for a while, but it's not in this manner...don't you think that perhaps you should give yourself chance to get to know each other, as a couple, before taking it the next step?

Recalling back this line during one of the many conversation which I had with a very thoughtful friend, she certainly touch base there. I was very confident then, telling her that, yes, that would be good, but if he is the one, then no amount of time would be enough to learn enough and if he is not the one, any amount of time would be not enough to learn enough!

I had been confident then, and now, I still am. But at times, I would ask myself, do I have the patience to learn to persevere?!

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Many times, I have been asked, if I had the do-die mentality, then how come, why in the world did I take so long to move?

My answer is simple, patience. It has always been that. I had always question my ability to be patient and still question it. I had been very blessed to know the patience of a certain someone before this. Therefore, I know, I took that for granted and never really needed to learn to give in. Now I have learn the limit of my patience, and learn too to stretch it. I had always been given. With you, I have to reverse the role. So, that's why it took me so long to do it, for I had always believe that I couldn't do it. Right now, I think I am faring not very well, but not as bad I as thought I would be. It's hurting, though.

When..can there be?

When two stubborn heads meet,
When two equally egoistic people meet,
When two peas from the same pot meet,
Can the end be sweet?

When two stubborn heads differ,
When two egoistic people bicker,
When two peas in the same pot flicker,
Can the end be lekker?

When neither stubborn heads give in,
When neither egoistic people back off,
When neither of the peas recede,
Can there be a happy ending?

wedge

Articles on maintaining and improving relationships between you and your significant other that I had the good opportunities to stumble upon and the even better discipline to read them, always have one thing in common. They always stressed that a couple should never end the day, their day, bickering. Or having negative tension enveloping all over them. Writing in another angle, a couple should solve and resolve all problems before hitting the sack. Kiss and make up. Love and be love again. End the day with tender loving care, so that the next day, if they are lucky enough to have it together, can start with the right footing, the love foot.

To knowingly allow a problem to simmer over the night as the couple slumbers is simply being irresponsible. They voluntarily let a wedge come between them. As little as it maybe, a tiny wedge is still a tool that separates. Many a problem tends to start from, believe it or not, a tiny wedge, which failed to be dislodge when it was first placed there, intentionally or otherwise. Let sit long enough, the pressure builds and soon, without realizing it, it's just impossible to remove it. Pressure continues, hairline cracks appear, the wedge being pushed in deeper as time passes, the problem never addressed but sat on, like a hen sitting on her eggs, waiting for the right time to hatch her beloved babies. Except there's no right time and beloved babies in this matter. Just ugliness and selfishness of the human minds.

It is one of the cardinal sins of relationship problems.

And I think I had committed a sin, last night. And worse, I am still doing nothing to resolve it. And it takes two to tango!

A Ripe Jackfruit

Baaaaaappppp!!
Toes found their way into the folds of the pyjamas legs.
Momentum's law applied, leg tried hard to lift up, but alas, failed!
Instability ensued, body swayed left.
Like a ripe jackfruit falling to the ground, the klutzy giant found itself on the floor.
The cold, hard tiled floor!
The left pelvic and elbow bone landed the hardest.
A brief moment of numbness, then pain synapses fired rapidly to the brain.
The backbone crouched into a fetal position, almost immediately.
The face muscles contracted, the eyes squinting, the voice chords tried, in vain, to work.
Thirty seconds passed.
The idiot box continued to play.
Another ten seconds passed.
Hand reached to rub the hardest hit bones.
Slowly, the tumbled giant rose, face crumpled in pain.
The music from the idiot box beckoned, a little comfort for that painful episode!

Broth of Love

I am sometimes overwhelmed by love.
I think it's love for I've never felt like this before with anyone else.
I feel like a pot at that time, boiling all the emotions together, joyful, happiness, sadness, exuberance, delightful, enthusiasm, gracious..
binding them together to make into a thick broth of love.

Good morning, World.

It has been quite a while since I've enjoyed a cool Sunday morning, doing what I want, for myself. Have been up for quite a while, a little over three hours ago. Took my own sweet time to start up my day. Enjoying posted photos, enjoying the cool breeze, enjoying the view, enjoying the solidarity of waking up when my surroundings are still enjoying their sleep. Words come to me very easily in this case, although discipline finds it even easier to play a fool with me.

Taking in all, breathing in all, living it, it's great to be alive. I have to learn to be more appreciate of the good things of life given to me, wrapped or otherwise. They are gifts, all of them, straight down from the powers of our mysteriously beautiful universe or send to me by Her wonderful angelic messengers. Which ever way, to be able to type is down, I am just grateful.

Good morning, World. It's my pleasure to be alive.

~ You Found Me ~

I found God
On the corner of First and Amistad
Where the west
Was all but won
All alone
Smoking his last cigarette
I said, "Where you been?"
He said, "Ask anything".

Where were you
When everything was falling apart?
All my days
Were spent by the telephone
It never rang
And all I needed was a call
It never came
To the corner of First and Amistad

Lost and insecure
You found me, you found me
Lyin' on the floor
Surrounded, surrounded
Why'd you have to wait?
Where were you? Where were you?
Just a little late
You found me, you found me

In the end
Everyone ends up alone
Losing her
The only one who's ever known
Who I am
Who I'm not, who I wanna be
No way to know
How long she will be next to me

Lost and insecure
You found me, you found me
Lyin' on the floor
Surrounded, surrounded
Why'd you have to wait?
Where were you? Where were you?
Just a little late
You found me, you found me

Early morning
The city breaks
I've been callin'
For years and years and years and years
And you never left me no messages
Ya never send me no letters
You got some kinda nerve
Taking all I want

Lost and insecure
You found me, you found me
Lyin' on the floor
Where were you? Where were you?
Lost and insecure
You found me, you found me
Lyin' on the floor
Surrounded, surrounded
Why'd you have to wait?
Where were you? Where were you?
Just a little late
You found me, you found me
Why'd you have to wait?
To find me, to find me

:: Sung by the group The Fray. One of the best songs I've ever come across. ::

On Dismissal

Dismissal duty is one of the worse of the many duties that teachers have to conduct in my school. It has good objectives, to ensure the smooth of dismissal and at the same time, safety of the students are not compromise as much as the school can.

Yet, I think over the years, as the different years grow different ways of parenting which in turn leads to current batch of children, this system, while it can be maintain, has to evolved, just as how the children themselves continue to grow.

Emphasis should be on safety, while assisting the children with their bags and tumblers and what ever else, should be place second. I feel this strongly simply because students need to learn to take responsibility of their own things. Responsibility will contribute to the growth of a mature, independent and humble mind.

Teachers can help facilitate the traffic, both parents and children, but their duty should stop there. Reason being the child should be mindful enough to pack their bags light enough that they still can shoulder the weight of the bags. It is bewildering if they pack such heavy bags until they themselves cannot carry them. Leaving it to the parents to help them is bad enough, but worse are some children which I had the opportunity to observe, conveniently leave the bags by the road or their car, and head straight to enter the car, leaving poor teacher to carry their bags for them into their transport.

For me, it's really an irresponsible act, firstly by the child and secondly, by the parents, and thirdly, by the school. To reason it that the child knows not better is simply unacceptable. As for the parents, have not stop for a moment to think what is going to happen to your child if they are already behaving in such irresponsible way from such a young age. As for the school, the brainchild of something maybe successful then, but constant reevaluation is needed to ensure the noble objective is not lost as the years progresses.

Shouldn't all things continue to grow, for the better? Only my half cents worth..

R.I.P, you will be missed, dearly

It was really an unintentional browsing. I saw the little notification at the left hand corner of my page, and decided to just take a peek to see how he was doing.

Those words displayed in front of me, really gave me a shock! It was difficult to believe. The three little letters, in acronym, universally understood. I skimmed the page, looking for postings which could enlighten my bewildered mind.

I scrolled the page further down, my heart thumping a little faster than usual. Time was limited, yet my curiosity was riding at the edge. I was digging for information, for I know, should I fail to get it then, it would bug me the whole day. Then I saw them, those words, speaking to me.

What a sad day indeed! But how come? When did it happen? Why did it happen to him, of all people? Wasn't he getting better as days passed? Didn't he said that himself? What exactly happened? Why wasn't I informed?

Oh, so many questions rushed through my mind in that short moment. No answers were offered there, I looked. Perhaps, I thought, those strings of ideograms might provide what little comfort to me by giving the answers to my questions. I quickly glanced at the clocked once again. It was time. I had to packed and get ready for school.

I said a little prayer. Wishing him eternal peace and love on his final journey. With a heavy heart, I signed out from that page. I would never forget that moment. Indeed, I might be slowest to know, perhaps, but it was better knowing that not knowing, at all.

R.I.P, you will be missed, dearly. I will always treasure the friendship that we had.