For some reason, I woke up this morning ignoring the rain tapping arrhythmic music on the aluminium roof and the cat cavorting around the room as if possessed. Instead, I was pondering the trickery of the english language.
Why is it "I'm not" for "I am not"
yet
"We aren't" for "We are not" ?
Or is that "We're not". Are they both the same ?
"I am'nt" just doesn't flow off the tongue, does it!
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Monday, February 27, 2012
Easy and infectious :)
What is it with grumpy people? They seem to want to be grumpy.
And then try to make those around them grumpy.
Give it up. Be happy.
Happiness is infectious too.
A smile or a simple "How are ya?" lifts the spirits of both sender and recipient.
Don't believe me? Try it.
I was once greeted by a lady in the middle of a vegetable market. She approached me, recognized me, smiled at me and then said,"Hi. You know, you were the only one in 5 years at my job to even look at me, let alone smile and bother to chat to me. I will always remember how seeing you come in and go out everyday made me happy."
Of course, I was taken aback because, at first, I had absolutely no clue who she was. As I was wracking my brain, searching its database of random strangers, her words helped the penny drop. She was the lonely, sad, ignored car park attendant whose face lit up whenever I as much as looked her way. I made it a point to smile at her, or thank her, or ask how she was, whenever I could, receiving joy from her joy.
And this chance encounter, some 4 years later, confirmed my belief.
It takes so little to do so much for someone.
So go on. Smile. And stop with the grumpy :)
And then try to make those around them grumpy.
Give it up. Be happy.
Happiness is infectious too.
A smile or a simple "How are ya?" lifts the spirits of both sender and recipient.
Don't believe me? Try it.
I was once greeted by a lady in the middle of a vegetable market. She approached me, recognized me, smiled at me and then said,"Hi. You know, you were the only one in 5 years at my job to even look at me, let alone smile and bother to chat to me. I will always remember how seeing you come in and go out everyday made me happy."
Of course, I was taken aback because, at first, I had absolutely no clue who she was. As I was wracking my brain, searching its database of random strangers, her words helped the penny drop. She was the lonely, sad, ignored car park attendant whose face lit up whenever I as much as looked her way. I made it a point to smile at her, or thank her, or ask how she was, whenever I could, receiving joy from her joy.
And this chance encounter, some 4 years later, confirmed my belief.
It takes so little to do so much for someone.
So go on. Smile. And stop with the grumpy :)
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Little Sparrow ... flew away.
I had a dream this morning.
I was in a dark office (which one shall remain nameless) and came across a little sparrow trapped in the corridor. I gently cupped it in my hands and walked to the balcony door. Girls all around screamed and ran away, only one helping me open the heavy glass door. I placed the sparrow on a branch and watched as it flew off with 2 other sparrows. My sense of release and joy soared with the sparrow.
Now there is an obvious meaning to many parts of this.
It also caused me to wonder if there was a deeper meaning.
If there really are meanings to our dreams.
Or if we are sensibly resolving issues in our subconscious, so we won't have to deal with them in the cold light of day.
Any thoughts?
I was in a dark office (which one shall remain nameless) and came across a little sparrow trapped in the corridor. I gently cupped it in my hands and walked to the balcony door. Girls all around screamed and ran away, only one helping me open the heavy glass door. I placed the sparrow on a branch and watched as it flew off with 2 other sparrows. My sense of release and joy soared with the sparrow.
Now there is an obvious meaning to many parts of this.
It also caused me to wonder if there was a deeper meaning.
If there really are meanings to our dreams.
Or if we are sensibly resolving issues in our subconscious, so we won't have to deal with them in the cold light of day.
Any thoughts?
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Forever Young
It's my birthday soon. I don't know about you guys, but I have trouble with birthdays. I can't seem to associate the age my birthdate tells me I am, with how I feel inside my head.
I was writing a short story, the subject matter of which helped me to realise some of the reason why that is. And I know my character helps with some of it too - I'm usually a glass half full kind of girl.
But I struggle with the rest.
I feel that I have accomplished little.
That I have yet to fully grow up.
That I have no clear idea of what lies ahead, which by now, let's face it, should be well defined.
I think back and can't understand where the years have gone to. In fact, I am in shock when I count how many years I have been away from home.
Can it really be that I have drifted for so long?
Does anyone else feel so displaced?
Does it matter, even? Maybe it is good to feel forever young.
I was writing a short story, the subject matter of which helped me to realise some of the reason why that is. And I know my character helps with some of it too - I'm usually a glass half full kind of girl.
But I struggle with the rest.
I feel that I have accomplished little.
That I have yet to fully grow up.
That I have no clear idea of what lies ahead, which by now, let's face it, should be well defined.
I think back and can't understand where the years have gone to. In fact, I am in shock when I count how many years I have been away from home.
Can it really be that I have drifted for so long?
Does anyone else feel so displaced?
Does it matter, even? Maybe it is good to feel forever young.
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Relax
How do you relax?
Do you see a change of pace, activity, scenery as your way to relax?
Must you be doing nothing, or be out partying?
Do you curl up with a book and block out reality?
Do you cook up a storm? Go for a drive? Sing out loud?
We all have our own way to relax. And we relax differently depending on what we want to relax.
We relax our soul, our mind, our bodies in different ways at different times.
But ultimately, however we do it, for whatever reason, do it we must. For without the relaxation, the all-important recharging and energizing cannot happen and then life simply won't go on.
Think about it :)
Do you see a change of pace, activity, scenery as your way to relax?
Must you be doing nothing, or be out partying?
Do you curl up with a book and block out reality?
Do you cook up a storm? Go for a drive? Sing out loud?
We all have our own way to relax. And we relax differently depending on what we want to relax.
We relax our soul, our mind, our bodies in different ways at different times.
But ultimately, however we do it, for whatever reason, do it we must. For without the relaxation, the all-important recharging and energizing cannot happen and then life simply won't go on.
Think about it :)
Sunday, January 8, 2012
Sharing or Cyberstalking
We all hear about the real cyberstalking - but how do you feel about the type that is personal?
Take, for example, an ex reading the things that you post on twitter or fb.
Or a parent 'following' their child?
Or a fan their favourite celebrity?
To the reader, they are merely reading what interests them, with, in their mind, permission from the person posting.
Yet to the person who posted, they may feel that you are stalking them. That you reading their every post is too intrusive. That you have moved beyond sharing to obsessing.
It's a fine line, isn't it?
Happy New Year.
Take, for example, an ex reading the things that you post on twitter or fb.
Or a parent 'following' their child?
Or a fan their favourite celebrity?
To the reader, they are merely reading what interests them, with, in their mind, permission from the person posting.
Yet to the person who posted, they may feel that you are stalking them. That you reading their every post is too intrusive. That you have moved beyond sharing to obsessing.
It's a fine line, isn't it?
Happy New Year.
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
New Year's Eve
New Year's Eve is coming.
I hate the countdown.
It reminds me that yet another year has passed in which I achieved none of my wishes.
That another year has passed without those I love.
That I have wasted yet another year.
It also reminds me of those around me whom I love dearly and would move heaven and earth for; if I could.
Which strengthens my resolve to do some of the things I want next year.
Vicious circle? Oh yes.
How about you? Do you love or hate NYE ?
I hate the countdown.
It reminds me that yet another year has passed in which I achieved none of my wishes.
That another year has passed without those I love.
That I have wasted yet another year.
It also reminds me of those around me whom I love dearly and would move heaven and earth for; if I could.
Which strengthens my resolve to do some of the things I want next year.
Vicious circle? Oh yes.
How about you? Do you love or hate NYE ?
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