sometimes love just doesn't last the way u hope it will.but if u get thru that pain, it lasts in the ways that are more precious... maybe, possibly

Ps, no Qs

This is how our society is encouraged to WORK

P : Passion
P : Positivity
P : Productivity
P : Pretend
P : Prepare... (to leave)

Passion. Passionate. Love what you do. Be enthusiastic. Give it your all. Atta-girl!!
Positivity. Bright and chirpy. Trii-laaa... dum di dum... do do do... Little Ms Sunshine!! No time for them sulks and moans. Suck it up.
Productivity. Efficiency. Whiizzzzzzz. Busy Bz bz!! Datelines "ding ding". Minimum effort, maximum output = minimal waiting time, customer satisfaction and all's well that ends well.

Pretend. Pretend??? Play by the set rules (set in stone?!). Fit in. No mavericks allowed. Trudge along now, two by two, fingers to your lips.
Prepare.......................?? It is with utmost regret that we inform you of our decision. Please do not misunderstand that we haven't appreciated all that you've done, but our company is still currently too "young" to implement such modern and radical ideas.
So... bye BYEEEEEEE.

This is how our society is "encouraged" to WORK.

A Universal Question

What is LOVE...

I've never realised nor stopped to ask if someone had the same definition as me. Till a few weeks back, I've always assumed that everyone had the same views -- that there is a universal consensus, an innate recognition.

Everyone knows there are different types and levels of love. And there is also care, which maynot necessary translate to love. Love is a very specialised area within us, a core we guard stringently, only allowing the most qualified through. Yet once there, the person stays forever, and a part of you gets lost in exchange.

Do opposites really attract? Or do we naturally seek out those of similar upbringing and culture? Nothing is fixed. There is no answer given the variety of coupling, yet sometimes we still ask ourselves -- is this right for me? We are so different, how can it work?
Perhaps the answer lies in motivation. How much do you want it to work? And how much is the universe in favour of the current situation.

Some relationships are smooth as silk, while others rip and tear at every turn. What makes one work and not the other? What makes people split up even if they love each other to death?

Love is...
being asked how u are when u're down
being there when u're sad
being offered some veg during lunch
being cooked noodles at 2am
being bought nail polish removal when your fingers are all stuck
someone picking up the slack when u've reach breaking pt and start to cry in frustration
someone buying u satay and listening to your tears with sympathy
flushing cat/hamster bites with baytril
remembering yr birthday when everyone else had forgotten
welcomes u with a smile everytime u meet up
never giving up on u (ever)

Love is also...
being there to be vented on
to counsel, and suggest an alternative
to add cheer and laughter
to tease and annoy
to argue till we sing like mice
to quarrel like mad but still know it's gonna be ok
to steal the tissue box from the toilet and still be forgiven
to ask for many many towels and still be welcomed (g)
ignoring the return policy and embracing all quirks and defects as unique
helping each other grow (sideways or otherwise lol)

Stress

Ha! So, finally a blog entry. Am distressed. So, hvnt been much in the mood to write.

Did feel like calling friends, but probably would have ended up pouring out all my woes onto them, who needs more problems? I should try to be more positive, and think of the good stuff in life.

Recently, a friend rang me up. We used to be pretty good pals, like I suppose, we used to be super good buddies, until he got together with my ex-housemate, and she didnt want him to talk to me. I was disappointed, hey, but, my wonderful excuse was, if he is willing to go along with it, phew, am I glad I found out early. It is a huge disappointment, a sad ending to a friendship. (Come to think of it, when it comes to friendships, I am no angel either, so i shouldnt play the role of the poor victim). While most friends give the excuse of "no time to talk", it is acceptable, because they hopefully wouldnt turn you away in the time of need. I suppose that is what was difficult.

Anyways, he rang up, I was acid (oh! so how did you get permission to give me a ring?). Obviously, (not so to me initially, but in retrospect) they had broken up. I was not at all sympathetic. If a friend was willing to doubt 7 years of friendship because someone he barely knows for 2 months is spreading unkind rumours, then two points are pretty clear. 1. the 7 years are not worth anything. 2. the someone is not worth anything. (my point, the someone, I know for 4 years, living in the same place for a year, me spending time trying to cheer her up because she, has the poor lot in life since she hasnt gotten a baby yet and is already 26). But at the end of the day, logically, I think I do feel sorry for them, and I do feel that the pain and disappointed that was instilled is not as much as I make it to be even though (as you see), it does really look like it. I suppose this, I allow, because I know I have a lot more (how egoistic). I have alot more people who care for me (despite my behaviour). And this I have so much more :).

Now, I am at rock bottom of my life. I almost feel sometimes like calling someone, and pouring everything out. But, I think, everybody goes through a bad patch, and I suppose, they dont pour it out on me, just because they dont want to bog me down either. So... I should look forward, and hopefully, when i am courageous enough to pick up the telephone, I know I have joy to spread.