Hug your parents and grandparents people!

Dammit. I have real issues. As my closest dearest friends all know, I have this weak spot for the elderly. I hate Reality TV shows (read Survivor and Amazing Race) for putting them in their shows without giving them a headstart at all. I mean come on people... give them a break lest they break a hip.

Anyway I saw this poem today, which is making the always busy junk mail circuit. Sometimes there's a jewel amongst the trash.

See Me

What do you see, nurses, what do you see?
Are you thinking, when you look at me --
A crabby old woman, not very wise,
Uncertain of habit, with far-away eyes,
Who dribbles her food and makes no reply,
When you say in a loud voice -- "I do wish you'd try."

Who seems not to notice the things that you do,
And forever is losing a stocking or shoe,
Who unresisting or not, lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding, the long day to fill.

Is that what you're thinking, is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse, you're looking at ME...
I'll tell you who I am, as I sit here so still;
As I rise at your bidding, as I eat at your will.

I'm a small child of ten with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters, who love one another,
A young girl of sixteen with wings on her feet.
Dreaming that soon now a lover she'll meet;
A bride soon at twenty -- my heart gives a leap,
Remembering the vows that I promised to keep;
At twenty-five now I have young of my own,
Who need me to build a secure, happy home;
A woman of thirty, my young now grow fast,
Bound to each other with ties that should last;
At forty, my young sons have grown and are gone,
But my man's beside me to see I don't mourn;
At fifty once more babies play 'round my knee,
Again we know children, my loved one and me.

Dark days are upon me, my husband is dead,
I look at the future, I shudder with dread,
For my young are all rearing young of their own,
And I think of the years and the love that I've known;
I'm an old woman now and nature is cruel --
'Tis her jest to make old age look like a fool.

The body is crumbled, grace and vigor depart,
There is now a stone where once I had a heart,
But inside this old carcass a young girl still dwells,
And now and again my battered heart swells.

I remember the joys, I remember the pain,
And I'm loving and living life over again,
I think of the years, all too few -- gone too fast,
And accept the stark fact that nothing can last --
So I open your eyes, nurses, open and see,
Not a crabby old woman, look closer, nurses -- see ME!

Doodle dee doo

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Is there really such a thing as karma?

I'm a believer in

"if you do crappy things, crappy things happen to you."

It seems to me however, that I'm a much stronger believer in

"if you do crappy things, crappy things ought to happen to you."

It'd be much more realistic to believe in

"crappy people will do crappy things to you, and crappy things won't necessarily happen to them."

Some recommend believing that

"when crappy people do crappy things to you, do crappy things to them in return."

Tempting. But...

I just don't think I can do it, I'd very likely end up just like those crappy people.

Gotta borrow part of a line from Ms Austen, cause I'm pretty sure that

"It's a universal truth that many crappy people do crappy things to those they think did crappy things to them (when they didn't at all)."

Krabi Baby!

I'm soooooooooooooooo unbelievably excited. We got the tickets last week. Don't know why the delayed reaction. Picking hotels/resorts etc probably spurred this on.

Just can't wait to gooooooooo... I'm even excited about the train ride there! So what if its 14 hours? I'll have Mr Teoh, and hopefully someone's IPOD. :)

Plus its a symbol of my yummy delicious 1 month break from work!!!

Looking at pictures differently.

On Mothers Day this year, I had looked at this picture and thought that it was morbid.

Just a couple of days after Fathers Day this year however, this picture has become something that has not only brought comfort to me, but clarity as well.

Only one thing left to say, Nick, I was wrong. :)

Our dads really have the same vibe.

To balance the chi in my blog

Evil is as evil does...

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