It was a surprise today when I checked my mail and saw Sender: Darian Henry. Subject: [Naughty vs Nice]New comment on Listening. Without looking at the contents of my mail, I went straight to my blog and read the comment...
*Chill pepek* "Sigh, some things nvr change" I thought as I smiled.
*Work shit out* "Haha, Darian being sweet in the odd way Darian and Pearly actually talk"
And then the rest followed suit..
It instantly brought a smile to my face. I guess it's the familiarity of the name. Someone from home, from my teenage days. Looking back, I remembered all the old names, Clarine, Janice, Amelia, Joshua, Timothy, Adrian, Paul, Alfie, Junior, Jerry, Jenna, the list goes on.
Remembered those crazy walks in the blazing sun Alfie and I used to take for meetings in Sacred Heart. Remembered going to Clarine's house after school to makan and have our "bonding" sessions talking about boys and Caritas. Remembered Timothy's odd days when he tried so hard to fit in with the boys, and how I tried to tell him that it was ok to be different..(OK..THAT sounds so wrong...LOL...sorry timmy!). Remembered Junior bear bear, the sweetest guy of the lot...Remembered Joshua a.k.a. OG and and his unending singing and song writing. Remembered Amelia and Janice and more talk about boys (God, we were shallow...*swt*). And of course there was Darian...let's just say it was shame that being a teenager always made you feel odd..go figure..
So, now I am wondering, what happened to everyone? I have completely lost track of everyone of them. Alfie's the closest I am to right now. Next person I actually interact with would be Darian, Paul, and Joshua...now that IS bad.. Maybe it is just me running away from a past that was so full of memories, both good and bad. A past in which I wished things were different. I wished I could have spent more time with the people my mom thought I was too good for. I guess she meant well, but look at how i turned out...the inevitable has happened. I am no better than anyone of these people who you could say are the people I am most similar too beneath it all..You could say I am worse..Pretending to be someone I am not, to please the family...
But I guess that is me...Pearly the Malaccan, the Thomas, the CCS girl, the screwed up..Lol.
Anyway, probably just being emotional...
Later then..=)
Wednesday 26 March 2008
Friday 14 March 2008
Listening
It is hard to listen to another human being, I know. It is a known fact.
It is then our duty, as another human being to lend a ear. It keeps balance. I listen to what you have to say, and not judge, and you listen to me.
When you know someone is not going to listen to what you have say, you just don't talk.
So this brings me to my point.
Today I was tired after a long day, and wanted to have my lunch. Rascal asked me about the talk we had for CSS. I just said, it was OK. Then he asked, what did Fr Chris talk about? So I know that Rascal does not really want to know, so I just said nothing la..just about Islam. Then he asks again, what about Islam. So I gathered my breath, cause the questions he asked sounded like he really wanted to listen. So I said, well he talked about apostasy of Islam. Taking another breath so continue, I opened my mouth to say another word, when he turns up the volume of One Tree Hill series (dumbest thing I've seen).
So, after once being reprimanded for being too sensitive, I continued talking, as he turns to me, he reduces the volume. I continued saying, Oh, he tried to explain the freedom of religion Islam has promoted but unfortunately buried by Jihad. Rascal gives an indifferent nod and turns up the volume again. So I tried to finish what I had to say about the talk, and continued my lunch.
So, shall I blame myself if I am sick and tired of talking to an indifferent ear? Although it might be meant well, but yea, listen if you want to. Do not make it a part of charity. Sucky.
It is then our duty, as another human being to lend a ear. It keeps balance. I listen to what you have to say, and not judge, and you listen to me.
When you know someone is not going to listen to what you have say, you just don't talk.
So this brings me to my point.
Today I was tired after a long day, and wanted to have my lunch. Rascal asked me about the talk we had for CSS. I just said, it was OK. Then he asked, what did Fr Chris talk about? So I know that Rascal does not really want to know, so I just said nothing la..just about Islam. Then he asks again, what about Islam. So I gathered my breath, cause the questions he asked sounded like he really wanted to listen. So I said, well he talked about apostasy of Islam. Taking another breath so continue, I opened my mouth to say another word, when he turns up the volume of One Tree Hill series (dumbest thing I've seen).
So, after once being reprimanded for being too sensitive, I continued talking, as he turns to me, he reduces the volume. I continued saying, Oh, he tried to explain the freedom of religion Islam has promoted but unfortunately buried by Jihad. Rascal gives an indifferent nod and turns up the volume again. So I tried to finish what I had to say about the talk, and continued my lunch.
So, shall I blame myself if I am sick and tired of talking to an indifferent ear? Although it might be meant well, but yea, listen if you want to. Do not make it a part of charity. Sucky.
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