The good lord will take you away


The good lord will take you away

 

 
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How old is old enough? ________________________________________________________________
It's a holiday tomorrow and you know what, i'm not quite feeling it.

Why? Because i get mondays off anyways. Damn. Public holidays have lost its meaning.

Anyway, was reading a news report today on a nobel laurete CN Yang.

The thing about him is, he's smart and all. But the more interesting thing about him, is that he's married to a woman decades younger than him.

He was 82 and she 28 when they first got married.

I remember how i interviewed them last year when they were in town and it was all so weird.

How much older is it ok for your spouse to be?

I think 10's alright. 20's probably pushing it a little. 30, oh well i understand there are the odd george clooney look-alikes and all. But damn, almost 60? I say no way.

He's older than my grandad when he died.

I can't put myself in those shoes, but i say hey, interesting marriage you've got. It'll be interesting to observe, really. Like if i were her friend, i would just ask to follow them around for a week, and see the dynamics of their relationship. What they do, what they eat, what time they sleep etc.

Anyways, just a short post.

And thank god my dearie's only 3 years older. heh.

posted by alienresident at 10:54 PM >0 comments


Pitch black. ________________________________________________________________
Low, real low.

Is it just me or do everyone get one of these days sometimes?

For me, it's all about work.

Did i ever tell you, i can't imagine working for the rest of my life?

You see, five out of seven days a week, my life is sold to the company. 21 days a year, i get to keep for myself.

How pathetic is that?! I have no control over my time, i have no control over what i want to do for five out of seven days a week. I'm controlled.

They say if you find a job you love, it wouldn't feel that you're working.

Is that right? What do I love? Am I at the wrong place?

I have no idea really. So many people would kill for what I'm doing. And the thing is, i know the week i hand in my resignation, that exact week i would miss work.

Which job allows you to go looking for giggolos, which job allows you to play undercover and pretend you're looking for a kidney, which job allows you to gate crash a funeral, which job allows you to speak to families of murdered victims?

My job.

And so, my weeks differ. Some week i soar so high, i think to myself, hey i could do this forever.

Other weeks like this, i fall so low, i long for a break.

Breaks, that's what all of us on the team takes.

Every once in awhile you hear this groan from someone, and you know the person's battery life is flat out. She needs to recharge.

At this job, we enjoy every minute of our leave. For those stretch, we throw the newspaper aside and don't give a damn if the stock market crashes, the plane crashes or the world is coming to and end.

Don't bother me, we say.

So now, i just hope i'll shut my eyes and the week'll be over. Sometimes i believe if i shut them tight enough, it could just work.

Someone once said that his time on the team was bitter sweet. Bitter from tuesday to satuarday and sweet from sunday to morning.

I wonder if that two days of sweetness is enough.

posted by alienresident at 11:25 PM >0 comments


The knot. ________________________________________________________________

Everything was in place, it all seemed perfect.


She knew it was going to happen, she could even sense when.


She had seen the little package, and had wondered whether that was it. What lies beneath - scary yet exciting.


The days went by as per normal. They enjoyed every minute, just like they usually did.


But something was going to happen, she could sense it. But he was hiding it so well, she wondered if her emotions were failing her.


That night came, and night fell. Is this it, she thought.


She was tingling, every step felt exceptionally heavy. She was speaking so many words, they all came out jumbled.


Then they walked the mountains. The view was gorgeous. But there were people all around - a perfect shield she thought. She let her guard down and actually started to enjoy the peak, blurring out the people around her.


Then they took a walk. A semicircle patch with nothing but a railing holding them back. There weren't anyone else, lest for a couple some hundred metres away.


She thought she'll play a joke - and she did.


She rustled in her pocket for a piece of paper, and found a receipt. She folded it carefully and hooked the two ends together, ahhh perfect, she thought.


"We've been dating so long, this is for you," she quipped.


He looked surprised yet please, mixed with an expression only a man with a scriptful of words would have.


"Are you serious?" he asked.


"Of course not!" she said.


And then he thought it was the moment, the perfect occasion to raise the loaded question.


But she refused to listen, putting her index fingers into her ears, like a kid refusing to get chided.


A thousand questions raced through her head. She had anticipated the occassion but was yet utterly unprepared. No words came in right, she couldn't speak. Her fingers were numbed and her heart was pounding.


She escaped.


His heart fell.


She excused herself, and locked herself in a cubicle.


"What should i do what should i do?" she asked herself and her lord.


This wasn't the reaction she was supposed to have. This wasn't the reaction he was expecting her to have. It was supposed to be perfect but all she could do was rush to the toilet.


Her stomach flip, she felt faint. Is this supposed to be the way? Movies never showed such scenes.


She said a prayer and faced the world.


Back at the coffeehouse, he was dejected. A picture of despair was written all over his face. He took off the paper ring and pushed it across the table. That was all he needed to do, she understood.


They sat there for half an hour, sipping hot coffee they both aren't quite in the mood for.


The shop closed and they took a walk. Down a slope where the view was gorgeous and uninterrupted.


There was no perfect way of salvaging what was supposed to be the moment. She didn't know how to do it best.


"You can show it to me now," she blurted out. The location felt wrong, they were by the side of the drain. But that didn't stop them.


He made his speech, what was supposed to be an assurance.


"I know it's a giant leap of faith, but we can do it together," he said. "I'm freaked too."


Then it happened. There was the video show. 999 days. Ahh..she didn't know he had been counting. She didn't know it had been that long.


"Will you marry me?" he said, kneeling on one knee by the side of the drain.


A million questions filled her brain. She was awestruck. There were no words to describe what she felt.


Nervousness, excitement, fear and love.


"Are you sure you will take care of me? never cheat on me? always provide for me?" she asked.


"I can't promise you much, but i promised i'll take care of you for the rest of my life," he replied, in all honesty.


They hugged.


He showed her the rock, and it felt like a champagne was popped in a nightsky filled with fireworks. It was their little show, in their hearts.


All around, people were oblivious with what had just happened. In their lives, a new chapter had just begun.


He slipped the ring onto her finger and made her his.


She was settled, a wave of calm overtook her.


It was like a rollercoaster ride. The anticipation is worse than actually being on the ride.


That night, they said a little prayer that their lord would bless their marriage.


In their hearts, the knot was tied.



posted by alienresident at 11:40 PM >0 comments


What is life? ________________________________________________________________
The other day at cellgroup, we had a little discussion on the question "what is life?".

And while I was doodling away, i scribbled a little poem in my notebook:

What is life?

It's more than just human ties
It's enjoying family life,
Speaking to your sister,
Forgiving your father,
Loving your neighbour.


Is there more to this life?
He believed,
She conceived,
One life brought more lives,
Bonding great blood ties,
Strengthening human lives.


As you can see, that was just a load of words i strung together, trying to make rhyme. Didn't quite mean a thing.


Then because dearie missed cellgroup last week, I told him abt the message and my poem. And so while we sat at burger king on Friday night, we decided to write some poetry.


In a five minute dateline, he came up with:


What is life?


Life is made up of stages
Where actors fill up the places,
Expectations and hope changes,
Sadness and joy ranges.


Haha, pretty darn good i thought.


And i also came up with another one:


What is life?


It is loving my wife,
Looking into her eyes,
And never telling her lies.


What is life?
It is being chubby with my hubby,
Munching with him even though I'm not hungry,
Loving him even though he looks like a teddy.


Haha, brillant too i thought ( heh heh, and kinda describes what i feel abt dearie).


But he said it sounds more like a poem titled What is love.


And so i came up with this conclusion.


Life = Love.


See?


I'm more than a poet, i'm a genius.

posted by alienresident at 12:11 AM >0 comments

The Alienworld

Holiness redefined

Gorgeousness redefined

Pleasure redefined

Lyric of the month

Travis - Flowers in the Window

There's no reason to feel bad
But there are many reasons to feel glad, sad, mad
Its just a bunch of feelings that we have to hold
But i am here to help you with the load.

Wow look at you now
Flowers in the window
It's such a lovely day
And i am glad that you feel the same
Cause to stand up i'm in the crowd
You're one in a million
And i love you so, so lets watch the flowers grow.

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