Thursday, October 04, 2007

If time would stop!
S'been quite sometime since I've blogged, or even touched the computer at all. And to be honest, I really don't have much to say! The past two weeks had been great, as always(with the help of my little angel). Had a scrumptious dinner at The Beads Restaurant with her parents, thai-styled. SAAAWAADEECARR!~

However, the overloading of the table with dishes was a little too much to .. digest. Conversing with her parents was pretty nerve-wrecking as well, bringing back memories of English Oral(the conversational part).
Had quite a .. dilemma after the dinner in the deserted staircase(*winks). Butttttttt all in all, it was a night spent well, extremely memorable.

Graduation night is tommorow. Wondering if my folks would attend it. I find myself quite hesitant to remind them of the dinner, hoping they might forget it. Through ingenious calculations and estimation, I reasoned that if they do not appear for it, loads of gossip between them and my teachers could and would be spared, especially if it revolves around me. A pleasant pro addition to that, little Sus Domesticus might be able to join me as well, not counting the date in the same afternoon.
Still .. Guess I'll have to break the news to them soon, preferably towards nidnight(?).

Exam revision has been getting on my nerves. A-math's is still the teeth-screeching, hair-wranggling, neck-strangling, nag-attracting chore it is, making me procrastinate at every opportunity. Even groceries won't stop me now .. .. I think.



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Touched me, this poem did.


The Most Beautiful Flower


Disillusioned by life with good reason to frown,
For the world was intent on dragging me down.
And if that weren't enough to ruin my day,
A young boy out of breath approached me, all tired from play.

He stood right before me with his head tilted down
And said with great excitement, "Look what I found!"
In his hand was a flower what a pitiful sight,
With its petals all worn - not enough rain, or too little light.

Wanting him to take his dead flower and go off to play,
I faked a small smile and then shifted away.
But instead of retreating he sat next to my side
And placed the flower to his nose and declared with surprise,
"It sure smells pretty and it's beautiful, too.
That's why I picked it; here, it's for you."

The weed before me was dying......or dead.
Not vibrant of colors, orange, yellow or red.
But I knew I must take it, or he might never leave.
So I reached for the flower, and replied, "Just what I need."

But instead of him placing the flower in my hand,
He held it mid-air without reason or plan.
It was then that I noticed for the very first time
That weed-toting boy could not see: he was blind.

I heard my voice quiver, tears shone like the sun
As I thanked him for picking the very best one.
"You're welcome," he smiled, and then ran off to play,
Unaware of the impact he'd had on my day.

I sat there and wondered how he managed to see
A self-pitying woman beneath an old willow tree.
How did he know of my self-indulged plight?
Perhaps from his heart, he'd been blessed with true sight.

Through the eyes of a blind child, at last I could see
The problem was not with the world the problem was me.
And for all of those times I myself had been blind,
I vowed to see the beauty in life, and appreciate every second that's mine.

And then I held that wilted flower up to my nose
And breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful Rose
And smiled as I watched that young boy, another weed in his hand
About to change the life of an unsuspecting old man.


Credits to Pau x)
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