Archive for January, 2010

Talk about an identity crisis. What would you do if your partner wants you to behave like someone else? Someone whom he has the hots for, albeit of a pure idiolising nature.

Would you dress like this person? Probably, if it means you attract your partner’s attention. How about changing your behaviour too? Maybe you need to speak softer (double up with a specific accent!), be more flirtatious, smile seductively and walk like that person?

I think if changing yourself makes you a better person, why not? But if it destroys you as a person, then why do it?

Imagine this. Your life is a story, and you’re the protagonist. This story revolves around you – your interactions with the people in it, your thoughts, dreams, goals, achievements, mistakes, joys and regrets.

How would you describe it? Is your life a routine? Or is it full of unexpected surprises?

Do you enjoy fulfilling relationships with the people you love? Or are your interactions with them too few and bland?

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Love of an Avatar

Love, is the answer.

That’s the conclusion I get while craning my neck in an uncomfortable position watching the humans and the Na’vi slaying each other in a bloody and painful battle in Avatar.

There are no sides to be taken, because I’m sure nobody likes to see so many lives dead, homes destroyed, natural habitats demolished and trees that contain more interactive cells than the neurons in our brains razed to the ground.

Yet, the war did happen. Due to what? Greed. The insatiable greed of the human beings. For greed, they’re willing to attack and invade a territory that doesn’t belong to them.

The verdict was out. I stared at the screen in dismay as two digits splayed out in a big, loud fashion – 73. How could it be? How could I have degenerated so fast over the last few days?

I was 73 years old, physically. But, barely a week ago was I only 63! So, what happened in between?

I couldn’t accept this fact. Depression overcame me as I slumped in the couch, pressing my knuckles and letting them sink deeply into the soft, plush leather seat – my comfort zone – and reflected upon my own misery.

When you think of a national park, what picture comes into your mind? Do you see a beautiful garden with blooming flowers dancing in the air, happy and fruitful bees decorating the horizon and possibly a sparkling lake radiating serenity and happiness to every visitor?

Well, I saw that in my mind, and it drew me like Winnie the Pooh to honey. I was hopelessly seduced and tempted to the idea of lunching by the lake. It would be idyllic and so romantic, I thought.

We are like tea bags — we don’t know our own strength until we’re in hot water.

~ Sister Buche

Dear friends,

It’s another new decade! Or well, almost. Remember the time when everyone was on their toes about the new millenium? We’re worried and still ful of anticipation of what this new era is going to bring us. New inventions, new dreams, new hopes.

Has it been like this for you for the past nine years? Or has it been even better than you’ve imagined? Or worse?

Well, whatever it is, we’ve come through those fears and we’re entering into the year that will mark the first decade of the millenium. I don’t know about you, but I’m truly, deeply, madly excited!!