Friday, September 28, 2007
Sound of Music
Never did I realised how quiet and dull it was in the car for the past week even though the stereo was blasting away...Welcome home.....The hills are alive (again)...... :)
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Behind My Smiling Face
Smile though your heart is aching
Smile even though its breaking
When there are clouds in the sky, youll get by
If you smile through your fear and sorrow
Smile and maybe tomorrow
Youll see the sun come shining through for you
Light up your face with gladness
Hide every trace of sadness
Although a tear may be ever so near
Thats the time you must keep on trying
Smile, whats the use of crying?
Youll find that life is still worthwhile
If you just smile
Thats the time you must keep on trying
Smile, whats the use of crying?
Youll find that life is still worthwhile
If you just smile
-Nat King Cole
Smile even though its breaking
When there are clouds in the sky, youll get by
If you smile through your fear and sorrow
Smile and maybe tomorrow
Youll see the sun come shining through for you
Light up your face with gladness
Hide every trace of sadness
Although a tear may be ever so near
Thats the time you must keep on trying
Smile, whats the use of crying?
Youll find that life is still worthwhile
If you just smile
Thats the time you must keep on trying
Smile, whats the use of crying?
Youll find that life is still worthwhile
If you just smile
-Nat King Cole
Monday, September 24, 2007
Love, in Sickness and in Health
In the ballroom of Hotel Intercontinental, the music of Joshua Kadison sounded in the background – “You’re my peace of mind in this crazy world. You’re everything I try to find; your love is a pearl….”
The lovely bride, clasped affectionately onto the arm of her father, walked down nervously along the aisle toward her husband-to-be who was waiting in full anticipation. The flower girls trod dandily and innocently, at the forefront of the bride and her father, scattering rose petals to pave the passage of love.
Smiling faces everywhere....
The pinnacle of the ceremony was the moment when the Justice of Peace asked the groom and the bride in turn: “ Will you love her/him, honor her/him, comfort her/him, and keep her/him in sickness and in health; forsaking all others, be true to her/him as long as you both shall live”.
“Yes, I do.”, resonated and loving glances exchanged between my baby brother and his bride...
In ward 64 of National University Hospital, the ceiling fan rotated and hummed monotonously. Mum wiped the skinny body of dad with a wet towel. Never did I notice in the past how much more he had aged. Dad was warded for a heart problem that had plagued him for years and he was sent to the ER today as he was complaining of chest pain. We did not want to take risks.
Dad moaned helplessly as mum silently wiped his body. No lovey dovey glances were exchanged between them but I could sense the unspoken love, trust, care and steadfastness between them. It was almost unnoticeable to the eye but if seen with your heart, it clearly exists.
A heart melted and probably if you were there, you could also spot a faint unnoticeable smile....
The lovely bride, clasped affectionately onto the arm of her father, walked down nervously along the aisle toward her husband-to-be who was waiting in full anticipation. The flower girls trod dandily and innocently, at the forefront of the bride and her father, scattering rose petals to pave the passage of love.
Smiling faces everywhere....
The pinnacle of the ceremony was the moment when the Justice of Peace asked the groom and the bride in turn: “ Will you love her/him, honor her/him, comfort her/him, and keep her/him in sickness and in health; forsaking all others, be true to her/him as long as you both shall live”.
“Yes, I do.”, resonated and loving glances exchanged between my baby brother and his bride...
In ward 64 of National University Hospital, the ceiling fan rotated and hummed monotonously. Mum wiped the skinny body of dad with a wet towel. Never did I notice in the past how much more he had aged. Dad was warded for a heart problem that had plagued him for years and he was sent to the ER today as he was complaining of chest pain. We did not want to take risks.
Dad moaned helplessly as mum silently wiped his body. No lovey dovey glances were exchanged between them but I could sense the unspoken love, trust, care and steadfastness between them. It was almost unnoticeable to the eye but if seen with your heart, it clearly exists.
A heart melted and probably if you were there, you could also spot a faint unnoticeable smile....
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Monday, September 17, 2007
On Jekyll and Hyde
The constant conflict between the mind and the heart seems to be a daily struggle for a lot of people. Being both a pieces whose very nature is emotive and an engineer who’s trained to be logical, does not help in ameliorating such a state. As "Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde" exemplifies the dichotomy as well as the interplay between good and evil, the choice of the blog name seems apt in reflecting the essence of such contradictions in the affairs of the my heart and my mind.
Someone once told me:" You’ll know its right when there is no struggle between the heart and mind". If this statement is true, then it follows that most of the time I must be wrong, as my mind and heart were not aligned most of the time. Of course, this is premised on the assumption that there is only black and white where shades of grey do not exist.
Obviously, it is not a simple matter of black and white, therefore if shades of grey exist, then it follows that sometimes I am more right and sometimes less right. If this is true, could I co-relate the degree of "rightness" with the extent of the struggle? This question shall remained to be explored and answered constantly in this blog.
The hope of this amateur blogger is to document his life experiences, to examine his actions in terms of degree of "rightness" and to distill the concoction of experiences into a concentrated essence of lessons learnt. This blog also hopes to imitate the retrospective acts of an ancient Chinese scholar (couldn’t remember his name) who deposited a red bean for every good deed and a green bean for every bad deed performed and self-reflect at the end of his day by comparing the beans.
The journey of this pilgrim thus begins………
Someone once told me:" You’ll know its right when there is no struggle between the heart and mind". If this statement is true, then it follows that most of the time I must be wrong, as my mind and heart were not aligned most of the time. Of course, this is premised on the assumption that there is only black and white where shades of grey do not exist.
Obviously, it is not a simple matter of black and white, therefore if shades of grey exist, then it follows that sometimes I am more right and sometimes less right. If this is true, could I co-relate the degree of "rightness" with the extent of the struggle? This question shall remained to be explored and answered constantly in this blog.
The hope of this amateur blogger is to document his life experiences, to examine his actions in terms of degree of "rightness" and to distill the concoction of experiences into a concentrated essence of lessons learnt. This blog also hopes to imitate the retrospective acts of an ancient Chinese scholar (couldn’t remember his name) who deposited a red bean for every good deed and a green bean for every bad deed performed and self-reflect at the end of his day by comparing the beans.
The journey of this pilgrim thus begins………
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