Each of these writings came about for its own reasons, collectively they are musings linked by my fascination with fate, choice, chance, faith, forgiveness, forgetting, freedom of expression, appeasement through prayers, adherence to rituals, trolling for miracles, pursuit of happiness... (Amy Tan - The Other Side of Faith)
today at work - i was thisclose to throw in the towel. i felt so frustrated and so intimidated... that i almost can't control my tears. in fact one of my colleagues actually saw me blinking my tears away.
i may not be the smartest employee, or the most hardworking, or the most capable. but today my boss really made me feel so so so stupid.
Middle-aged, dowdy, with thick eyebrows and an unfortunate gait, she couldn’t have looked less like a star. She may be the surprise winner of Britain’s Got Talent after she stunned Simon Cowell with her remarkable voice.
Unemployed and single, the 47-year-old has thick, unkempt hair and bushy eyebrows, and downy fuzz is noticeable across parts of her face.
Who is this we are talking about? If you don't already know by now - she's SUSAN BOYLE.
Miss Boyle told presenters Ant and Dec that she lived alone with just her cat Pebbles for company. She said: ‘I’ve never been married. I’ve never even been kissed.’She then stomped across the stage and began clumsily gyrating her hips towards the judges, prompting laughter from the audience.
A smirking Cowell asked her who she would like to emulate, to which she replied, ‘Elaine Paige.’‘I would love to be in musical theatre. I have just never had the opportunity,’ she added.
Moments later, the music mogul and fellow judges Amanda Holden and Piers Morgan were left speechless by her powerful rendition of ‘I Dreamed A Dream’ from Les Miserables. The audience gave her a deserving standing ovation and cheered as she finished the song.
Such a corresponding song chosen and sung:
"I had a dream my life would be So different from this hell I'm living So different now from what it seemed Now life has killed the dream I dreamed"
Susan mentioned about her dream, and people just smirked and sneered. Her dream had not been realised prior to her Britain's Got Talent victory - because she wasn't given the opportunity.
People loved her because she's like so many of us (& probably because some of us laughed at her in the first place and feel guilty thereafter!).
So many of us dreamed a dream ... but life had killed our dreams. Trying to survive in this world, trying not to lag behind in the rat race, trying to match up to our neighbours... had all killed the flame of our dream.
I remember having this conversation with my sister few months ago. I asked her, "If you could do anything you like, without any hindrance, you know, like having to take care of your kids, no money, etc - what would your dream be?"
Too often we live to please others, we do and do and do and do, trying so hard to achieve what is success in other people's eyes to gain acceptance. We have forgotten to be ourselves. Fundamentally, like I have mentioned before - we are called human beings, and not human doings.
As for Susan, I do sincerely hope she will realise her dream.
It had been years since he left us... and so many times, when I thought of him, tears well up in my eyes.
Was actually casually talking with a friend about 'beer belly' and *snap* I am again reminded of him. I remember how I used to listen to the 'grumbling' sounds his belly makes, when he's at home taking his afternoon nap. My late Dad had a 40-inch beer belly! I can still somehow feel how comfortable it was to just put my ears on his belly and listen to the 'music'.
And when I heard this song, tears start to blind my vision.
My late Dad was a man with few words... but I can remember every gesture, every word that he has spoken to me.
We may not be all lovey-dovey (if I may use that expression describing a father-daughter relationship) - but I know he loved me a lot, if not the most; amongst my siblings.
We can be so comfortable with each other that we don't need to utter a word for hours, in each other's company.
Yes, he was just a cab driver. No grand achievements. No leaving me a fortune as inheritance. Not even the finances to get me through my tertiary education. But he's the best father I ever had. He gave me the best he could.
He never discouraged me in anything I dabbled on. Of course, I was not involved with any illegal stuffs. He never hit me before (My mum takes the disciplanarian role!). He never even raised his voice at me. He never complained when I needed him to send me to college or pick me up from college after my night classes. He just never stopped loving me.
I am so missing him... but I do believe he is in a better place now. And because of that, I am happy that he is happy.