I don't know whether I am grouped in the "sensitive" people category or not, but personally, I don't think I am.
Well sometimes I am, but I'd rather keep it to myself - all the sentaps, all the terasa hati, terkecil hati what not. Because I know things are said in jest, or at times when one is angry or sad or temporarily insane.
However, just as like everything else in this weird world, most sensitive people are NOT sensitive to other people's feelings. Here we are trying to act a certain way, hold our tongue lest we utter something offensive, watch our tone lest we inadvertently go a notch higher - just to please them and not hurt them. Then they turn their backs on us, and roll us over with bulldozers.
I hope I don't become like them.
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Sunday, May 8, 2011
a mother's day afternoon
So it's Mother's Day.
I've always celebrated with an SMS wish to my mother, and that's about it. Because most times, I am not with her during Mother's Day. And to my mother figure, my late Maktok, Mother's Day was never 'celebrated'.
But this year, more than ever I miss my late Maktok. The family has lost its grand matriarch and personally, I have lost my 'mother' - the person who brought me up and became my shoulder to cry on, in later years.
Things were never the same since her passing in 2008.
Boy it's a hot afternoon. The kids are away with my ex, my stepdaughters are here (Hana visiting over the weekend). The Diver is taking a nap, after Tweeting how depressed he has been after weeks of not going diving. Other than that, it has been quiet.
Quiet, and a bit melancholic.
I've always celebrated with an SMS wish to my mother, and that's about it. Because most times, I am not with her during Mother's Day. And to my mother figure, my late Maktok, Mother's Day was never 'celebrated'.
But this year, more than ever I miss my late Maktok. The family has lost its grand matriarch and personally, I have lost my 'mother' - the person who brought me up and became my shoulder to cry on, in later years.
Things were never the same since her passing in 2008.
Boy it's a hot afternoon. The kids are away with my ex, my stepdaughters are here (Hana visiting over the weekend). The Diver is taking a nap, after Tweeting how depressed he has been after weeks of not going diving. Other than that, it has been quiet.
Quiet, and a bit melancholic.
Friday, May 6, 2011
sticks and stones
...may break my bones / But words will never hurt me
Now that's certainly not me. I'd take sticks and stones any day.
In my previous marriage, I was emotionally and later on physically abused, although for a short period of time. If you ask me today, if I remember being beaten up or not or whether it had hurt or not.... I can barely remember anything. I couldn't even remember where and how I was hit.
But I still remember the nasty things he said about me. Every consonant, every bit of it.
Like I said, I'd take sticks and stones any day. And on that note, I wish all Mothers out there a Happy Mother's Day. Love yourself, and then you'll be able to love others unconditionally :)
Now that's certainly not me. I'd take sticks and stones any day.
In my previous marriage, I was emotionally and later on physically abused, although for a short period of time. If you ask me today, if I remember being beaten up or not or whether it had hurt or not.... I can barely remember anything. I couldn't even remember where and how I was hit.
But I still remember the nasty things he said about me. Every consonant, every bit of it.
Like I said, I'd take sticks and stones any day. And on that note, I wish all Mothers out there a Happy Mother's Day. Love yourself, and then you'll be able to love others unconditionally :)
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