Selfish. The world has it's most advanced creature torturing it's people and nature with blatant selfishness.
Respect. The respect left in the population has diminished. What is left is hatred for kind and delusions in the minds...
Watch and enjoy......................
Friday, May 23, 2008
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Tomorrow's Mothers' Day. But do people cherish and love their life-giver? I don't know much about you guys' devotion to your mum or lack there-of, but I know I do. I treasure the every moment we shared with the family, be it clashing of ideals or the sweet little family moments (ie. dinners, birthdays, events).
I remember Mothers' Day every year to be a really festive occasion, much more meaningful than Christmas or Chinese New Year combined. Relatives from the maternal side would congregate at my grandmother's house. Cousins I've not seen for ages, aunties and uncles whose names I barely get hold of. This is it, the celebration of Life, of maternal care, of love, of concern, of the everything given to us and of the women in our lives. Which brings me to the Mothers' Day celebrations my maternal grandmother had organised a few days ago.
Though the celebrations wasn't anything too regal, it was filled with much laughter and joy. The atmosphere could be compared to a wedding banquet, sans the fanfare and the expensive food. But an element was terribly missing, to the extent of undue silence even. Something or someone seem to be missing in the picture. It was awkward for us. My grandmother seems to be filled with even more emotion when the time bids us to go. Heartwrenching as it was, life still has to go on. Some things are better left unsaid. But what raced through my mind throughout the celebrations and after was the reminder of how our family's "love from above" brought us much happiness within the occasion, which could be felt from the relatives too.
(Lazy to continue......)
I remember Mothers' Day every year to be a really festive occasion, much more meaningful than Christmas or Chinese New Year combined. Relatives from the maternal side would congregate at my grandmother's house. Cousins I've not seen for ages, aunties and uncles whose names I barely get hold of. This is it, the celebration of Life, of maternal care, of love, of concern, of the everything given to us and of the women in our lives. Which brings me to the Mothers' Day celebrations my maternal grandmother had organised a few days ago.
Though the celebrations wasn't anything too regal, it was filled with much laughter and joy. The atmosphere could be compared to a wedding banquet, sans the fanfare and the expensive food. But an element was terribly missing, to the extent of undue silence even. Something or someone seem to be missing in the picture. It was awkward for us. My grandmother seems to be filled with even more emotion when the time bids us to go. Heartwrenching as it was, life still has to go on. Some things are better left unsaid. But what raced through my mind throughout the celebrations and after was the reminder of how our family's "love from above" brought us much happiness within the occasion, which could be felt from the relatives too.
(Lazy to continue......)
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