boo. my life's updates.

progress report collection : results sucked. but He answered my prayers by not giving me something real real bad. PRAISE THE LORD! :D but i guess i deserve those stuff in the report. comments were good, surprisingly. oh well, another bucking up mugathon for semester 2.

open house 08! : SATURDAY, TMR! really tiring manning booths and all, shift after shift. anyway, it's a die die must to visit the LIT booth, at the hut opposite the pavilion from 9AM TO 11AM. That is if you want to see ME, AARTHI, SHYAMA[who's relieving nisha], and RUOXI beyond recognition :D

sangamam 08 : actually i dint quite wanted to go for sangamam :X but since batchmates are going, maybe i should just go. (: we all expect some really cool and professional thing haha :D well going to aarthi's house, shower change and everything, then go for sangamam. gonna be tiring after open house, but it's okay cos it's alr the holidays! :D


boo update done. till next time, bye :D

She strode over to her, sitting under the tree weeping silently to herself.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" she asked, curiosity taking over her mind.

"I'm crying, can't you see?" snapping at her, rubbing her eyes in frustration, a vain attempt to stop the tears from flowing.

"But, you're not supposed to," she reasoned.

"Well then here I am revealing whatever emaotions that I have inside of me. What do you have to say about that?" she cried out, hoping that somehow, some of the frustration and anger would disappear.

"But, you're not supposed to."

"I only show what others expect to see. I have to be strong. But somehow, the strength is fading away. Slowly, but surely."

"But you're not supposed to."

"I can't go on with this facade anymore! I can't live up to everyone's expecations, I can't live up to my expectations. I can't even control my emotions, my false facade. The mask is fading. I'm letting the act drop down on me now, and forever."

"But you're not supposed to," she smiled, tears running down her cheeks, "I'm absolutely sure you can do it, that you still can keep it up."

"But HOW?!" she shrieked, "How would you know the feeling of being let down by yourself? The hopelessness of it, the pain. Knowing that the firm wall you've built around yourself is not crumbling away with your resolve?"

"Because," she smiled again, but she lowered her head such that her bangs shadowed her eyes, "You remind me of someone. Someone, like me."

- got from jinghan's blog.


see the irony. the paradox. the ambivalence of it all.

because you were not supposed to.


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i dont know why it is all happening. when i thought i've already become so numb to all those.

i have to chiong alot of stuff, alot of deadlines to meet. i cant start on anything now, now that my mind is all occupied.

everything's making me addlepated, and i'm like a little kid lost in the middle of a huge shopping centre, with everyone else jostling you, while you stand there confused and looking for your mother at the brim of tears.

i cant seem to sort out where my priorities lie. i cant seem to understand why am i thinking so much of those small little pebbles, when i have way much larger boulders to care about.

it's like really challenging to put on an all jovial face on the outside and talking crap and making people laugh, but inside everything else is scarred. everything is dark. and gloomy. but i guess, it's a matter of getting numb to it. getting numb to it all.

it's like the whole world is crashing. what's the use of my purpose here on this earth, when you feel like a total waste? a total loser? what's the use of my existence then;

i know i shouldnt be questioning all this, i shouldnt be so pessimistic. Cos He does everything for a purpose. but i dont think i have a choice or perhaps i actually do.

i'm on the verge of breaking down any moment.

please, dont ask.

heyyos people. yeah i know i can see the blog's pretty dormant, so time for an update yeah :D

okay mother's day dedication post :D

haha okay to start with, i was watching mannan yesterday, and got so inspired by the touching song, and so which was the reason for my msn nick. and dear MULTI-LINGUIST ria, was curious of what it meant, and it became a languages translating session. here you go! :D

TAMIL[original]
amma enrazhaikkadha uyirillaiyae, ammavai vanangaadhu uyarvillaiye;

naeril nindru paesum dheyvam;

ENGLISH
there's no life [as in nobody] in this earth who doesnt call mother, there's nobody in this universe who doesnt 'worship' the mother;

[mother is] a person who's in the form of god;

URDU
duniya mein aisa koyi shaqs nahi jo maa ko aawaaz na deta ho ho, saari qayanat mein aisa nahi jo maa ki ibaadat na karta ho;

maa khuda ka doosra roop hota hai;

HINDI
sansaar mein us prakar ka koyi nahi hai jo apni mata ko bulata na ho, sarvatr antariksh mein aisa vyakti nahi jo maa ki pooja na karta ho;

maa saakshaat ishwar hoti hai;

BENGALI
jogoth-e emon keyo na je maa-ke daake na, pooro bishsho, aar orchhe aage, emon lok paabena je maa ke pronaam kore na;

maa holo bhogobaan-er onno roop;


yeah, that's about it for the translation. credits once again to RIA! :D


went googling on mothers day and stuff, out of boredom. came across a few really good meaningful stuff. one that i liked most. i mean, it really really makes alot of sense. like how often do you see your mum crying and stuff? okay here you go:

WHY MOTHERS CRY

"Why are you crying?" he asked his mom.

"Because I'm a mother," she told him.

"I don't understand," he said.

His mom just hugged him and said, "You never will!"

Later the little boy asked his father why Mother seemed to cry for no reason.

"All mothers cry for no reason," was all his dad could say.

The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why mothers cry. So he finally put in a call to God and when God got on the phone the man said, "God, why do mothers cry so easily."

God said, "You see son, when I made mothersthey had to be special.

I made their shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort.

I gave them an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times come from their children.

I gave them a hardiness that allows them to keep going when everyone else gives up, and to take care of their families through sickness and fatigue without complaining.

I gave them the sensitivity to love their children under all circumstances, even when their child has hurt them very badly.

This same sensitivity helps them to make a child's boo-boo feel better and helps them share a teenager's anxieties and fears.

I gave them a tear to shed. It's theirs exclusively to use whenever it's needed. It's their only weakness.

It's a tear for mankind.


well, now you know why mothers cry. it's like sometimes you get really pissed off with all the nagging and just feel like yelling to shut up[well, it happens for me].but thinking about it, it's all for our own well-being and stuff. really, i think mothers are defintely the most greatest beings, next to God, ever existent on this earth. they are truly miracles which IS the reason why God chose them to be our mothers.

amma, i love you. <3