It's not over till it's over
Listening to “Perfect” by Simple Plan…can’t help being reminded of Desmond.
I dreamt about him last nite. (not desmond!) It was so bloody real tho, like I could feel his presence and all. You know how the aunties and grandma’s a couple of generations above us always think of dreams as being given? Kinda like if they dreamt of a dead person, the dream was given to them by that dead person…my grandma has so many dreams of my deceased sister that sometimes I wonder if they were just a figment of her imagination…u know wat? I think half of them is reallie fiction. guess it doesn’t reallie matter neways, as long as they feel better about it.
To be totally honest, I kinda hope to see him before he leaves. Part of me feels reluctant at the thot of even seeing him, yet another part tells me the right thing to do would be to make a clean break. Over and out. Urgh.
Mum and pops just left for their 8/9 day camping trip. Have just seen them off. The house feels so empty without them. Pops kept on asking if I wanted to go wif them to keep cheh company, mum started laughing and said why go camping if all u want is company. Neways, it’s a fishing trip and I’m not much of a fishing person. I guess I didn’t wanna go cos I wanted to be alone but now I think about it…I kinda regret. It’s a chance for me to talk to mum and pops more and…neways, wats done is done. They’ve left…I tell ya pops is a genius. Superman actually. He packed and organised the whole camper trailer by himself. I hope he has a checklist cos if he forgets something he’s gonna get it from mum.
I used to have this fear of mum and pops dying. Every time they leave for Aust when we were back in m’sia, I would pray like hell that the plane wouldn’t crash and that they would land safely. And yeah, I did the same before as they left. I have this dreading feeling. God. I’m prolly being paranoid but …anything could happen (touch wood). Neways, I hope they have an awesome trip. Hehe, as a matter of fact I reckon they’d prolly get closer to each other and start to realize how important it is to have each other.Neways, dunno wat the day holds for me today…will take it as it comes I guess.
Don Corleone: I never wanted this for you. I worked my whole life, I don't apologize, to take care of my family. And I refused to be a fool dancing on the string held by all those big shots. I don't apologize, that's my life. But I thought that when it was your time that you would be the one to hold the strings. Senator Corleone. Governor Corleone. Somethin'.
Michael: Another pezzonovante.
Don Corleone: Well.. there just wasn't enough time, Michael. Wasn't enough time.
Michael: We'll get there Pop. We'll get there. - The Godfather
posted by chidori @ 10:41 am
4 Comments:
hey dear!
How could you?! (referring to yesterdays post). ahhaha. don't worry, i kinda figured that your phone died and there wasn't a charger at your sis's place. anywayz, i feel that u shld c him b4 he leaves. forget all the drama tht has happened, just c him. if not, i'm almost 100% sure that you would regret it if u don't. TRUST me.
Dear.
I don't know you, but I hoped you will feel better after reading this.
When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and the coffee...
A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was. So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was. The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else.
He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous "yes." The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively
filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed. "Now," said the professor, as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things; your God, your family, your children, your health, your friends, and your favorite passions things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, and your car. The sand is everything else, the small stuff. "If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you. Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your partner out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal." Take care of the golf balls first, the things that really matter. Set your priorities.
The rest is just sand. "One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented. The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend." ;)
Or beer. :)
miemie,
hehe, godfather rocks!! and yeah, i reckon it's a godfather thing...unless we r guys? which is highly improbable...god, wat am i saying, neways u noe wat i mean ;p thx for the advice babes...
dear,
hey dear, thank u so much for last nite, i did wat i guess was the rite thing and yeah...so it's over and done wif. guess i can concentrate on u now! ;p jokes dear. hehe neways, thx 4 being there for me ya..meant a lot.
dear anonymous,
yes indeed, i did feel better...thx for reminding me how important golf balls are...my dad for one loves them and can never get enuf of them!jk. but yeah...the mayonaise jar & the coffee/beer?hehe...i'll remember dat!
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