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May
Writing on an uneventful day
There is no need to take my word for it: we face boring days all the time. And they are just as part of life as the more interesting ones. Even eventful days can seem boring, but whenever that happens, it is usually because you have stinged on your own sleep, or are really bored to the bone by some monotonous meeting where everybody likes to enunciate everything in the same tones that you sometimes wonder if they were really just chanting.
But uneventful days can be just as interesting as your first trip to the dentist’s. You could describe the weather, ponder about your thoughts of that day, or even get philosophical about Life. But I am not really into living life as a Soap Opera; instead I tend to see it as a continuous play.
Actors enter our lives, and make an impact upon our world; some exiting with abruptness that we cannot help but weep at the sudden loss, while others grow up together to play pivotal roles in each’s characters. In the process, we grow and learn more of our surroundings, not unlike trees in a forest.
As time goes by, the seedling becomes a sappling, which soars towards the sky. In doing so, it encounters resistance, either from the wind, or the danger of getting trimmed by the lawnmower if it gets too tall. The sappling can give up and stick to where it is currently at the same height as the rest of the sapplings, or risk the danger of getting chopped off, and stand out from the rest.
Now if you were to ask me the whole point of writing all these, I can only shrug my head and yawn. After all, I was bored.
on June 3rd, 2006 at 11:26 am
Halo Roy,
I’m early at work again. Man, can I once be on time or late? I truly have no idea. :p
Anyway after reading your blog, I thought of writing a comment for you.
I totally agree with u. I guess only those working in the same room will understand each other better. ha ha..
Haiz… I’m really very tired. Very tired of life. It’s always the same. It’s always that way. No matter how much I try to make people’s day, it’s just so hard. At the end of the day, people think you are mad or out of your mind. Well, but I always live on my own principles. When people are happy, I am happy. When people need me, I will always be there for them. That’s me.
I don’t care what people want to say about me. Even if only one person is happy, I’m happy. Most of the time people won’t appreciate. It’s only when you are gone for good then they will start saying they miss you, they appreciate you, and they care for you etc. all lies… hypocrites…
Hm… am I starting to sound very auntie? Oops… ha ha… I’m seriously getting really tired. I need to work two jobs and still have time for others, while all they care is themselves. We can’t change the world but we can start changing ourselves first to be an example. Dare to Be Different!
I shall end now. (Yawn) Maybe I should rest awhile before I start work. Rest Well, Roy. Don’t think too much.
Take care,
Katharine
on June 4th, 2006 at 4:00 pm
Early is good! You should probably sign on as a DXO, like I told you.
Go and gossip with all the aunties there! Oops
Then again, if you can be a saddistic person, perhaps you can whip some shape into some sections of that organisation…
on June 11th, 2006 at 8:53 am
I like the idea of life as a play (of course Shakespeare said it first!) but I sometimes think we should get to practice a bit first. Where are the rehearsals? I want to rehearse! Also, nobody gave me a script.
Fun, though, isn’t it?