How screw up is your childhood?

November 7th, 2006 by henrychiam

Either my wisdom has
finally catch up with my age or just that I have recently develop a
skill to see the imprint left on people by their parent during their
childhood. I can’t help seeing the trait and screw up that made what or
who they are today.
   

How does that Larkin poem go?
   

 

They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
   
They fill you with the faults they had   
And add some extra, just for you.     

   

Well
unless I dun have any kids myself, I can’t help thinking that I
might just end up doing the same to my kid. That is if I do have any in
the future.
   

One
known advice that I found very comforting is that never fight other
peoples’ battle on their behalf, even for a child. If they fall, let
them pick themselves up on their own. Let them develop their own
character. What we should do, is just be there to support and let
them know we are always there by their side and only help when it is
really necessary. Motivation and encouragement is sometime a better
solution then the actual cure.

Like A Star

November 4th, 2006 by henrychiam
Sweet and warming song... Most lovely song ever hear... And such a beautiful voice...

It is a crime not to share it...Like A StarBy Corinne Bailey Rae

Just like a star across my sky, 

Just like an angel off the page, 

You have appeared to my life, 

Feel like I'll never be the same, 

Just like a song in my heart, 

Just like oil on my hands, 

Oh.. I do love you, 

Still I wonder why it is, 

I don't argue like this, 

With anyone but you, 

We do it all the time, 

Blowing out my mind, 

You've got this look I can't describe, 

You make me feel like I'm alive, 

When everything else is a fade, 

Without a doubt you're on my side, 

Heaven has been away too long, 

Can't find the words to write this song, 

Oh.,.. 

Your love, 

Still I wonder why it is, 

I don't argue like this, 

With anyone but you, 

We do it all the time, 

Blowing out my mind, 

I have come to understand, 

The way it is, 

It's not a secret anymore, 

'cause we've been through that before, 

From tonight I know that you're the only one, 

I've been confused and in the dark, 

Now I understand, 

I wonder why it is, 

I don't argue like this, 

With anyone but you, 

I wonder why it is, 

I wont let my guard down, 

For anyone but you 

We do it all the time, 

Blowing out my mind, 

Just like a star across my sky, 

Just like an angel off the page, 

You have appeared to my life, 

Feel like I'll never be the same, 

Just like a song in my heart, 

Just like oil on my hands

 

Story of the ONE

November 1st, 2006 by henrychiam

Once human beings were spherical creatures with two faces, four arms
and four legs each. They could walk, like modern humans, or roll
themselves along the ground like balls. Some were male, some female,
and some were a mixture of male and female.

But they become too ambitious and threatened the gods, who decided to
weaken them by cutting them in half, making humans as we know them
today. All the halves went around searching for each other and clung to
their lost half when they found it.

It is the same, with humans today: When someone meets their other half
they are overwhelmed by the affection, warmth and love they feel. The
reason is that we want to become what we were originally: whole beings.
The name we give to desire and pursuit of wholeness is Love. Love
guides us towards our other halves and holds out the assurance that he
will restore us to our original nature, healed, and blessed with
perfect happiness.