MY PERIAMMA

My Periamma (my mum's sister) left us to be with God on 30/5/2012. It was sad to see her go. On the other hand, we're happy that she had lived a good 84 years. May Her Soul Rest In Peace.

Love you heaps, Periamma... forever and ever ...

And, this poem was sent by my good friend, so beautifully said ... thank you !

Our family chain is broken
And nothing seems the same
But as God calls us one by one
The chain will link again...

Rekindle The Childlike Wonder

I went for a swing in the playground. It was magical. I felt like a kid again.

It's so true that somewhere along the way, we tend to lose that sense of wonder...the childlike wonder. Often we just leave it as a past joy. We filter it out and focus on other more important stuff. Pretty much that is what we do. But really, the things children see and experience are amazing. We all did too during our childhood. So, let's learn from them and look. Even if its for a brief moment, learn and look at the world through the eyes of a child.

Let's rekindle the childlike wonder in us...

THE MEASURE OF A MAN

THE MEASURE OF A MAN
Author: Anonymous

Not - How did he die? But - How did he live?
Not - What did he gain? But - What did he give?

These are the things that measure the worth
Of a man as a man, regardless of birth.

Not - What was his station? But - had he a heart?
And - How did he play his God-given part?

Was he ever ready with a word of good cheer?
To bring back a smile, to banish a tear?

Not - What was his church? Not - What was his creed?
But - Had he befriended those really in need?

Not - What did the sketch in the newspaper say?
But - How many were sorry when he passed away?

These are the things that measure the worth
Of a man as a man, regardless of birth.

I Want To Be Magic

“I want to be magic.
I want to touch the heart of the world and make it smile.
I want to be a friend of elves and live in a tree.
Or under a hill.
I want to marry a moonbeam and hear the stars sing.
I don't want to pretend at magic anymore. 

I want to be magic.”
~ Charles de Lint ~

Our Lost Ones

"Perhaps they are not the stars, but rather openings in Heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy."~ Unknown  

My Life Too Has Meaning ...

Some roads are better off walked alone,
Some words are better left unsaid,
Some people are better off left behind
And sometimes, only sometimes, it is the hardest thing to figure out
When that “sometime”has come.

And so you dwell, you drift so alone in the dark
Hoping to find something other than what you’ve found before.
Wondering if it even exists,
If it’s really there, real to touch,
Enough to embrace, and deep,
For it to truly understand all of you.

Thinking that you might be crazy,
Asking for something that has not yet been made
Or at least not been made FOR YOU.
And as you watch on, trying to find out, who went wrong
Or what is wrong
You just pray that all is as should be.

Maybe I should change and become one of them
And maybe, just maybe, I should lift my head up
Stand tall and go there, where my being is heard,
And my life too has meaning! -Unknown

Totally Lost !

I have come to a point where I can't decide what I want. I am torn apart. I've tried to analyse my wants and needs and yet it is such a difficult thing to conclude. I am at a breaking point. How I wish life can be much simpler when making decisions. Now, what do I do ? I am totally lost ! :(