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Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Love Doesn't Complicate

What does 'Love' mean? A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds, 'What does 'love' mean?'
The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined. See what you think:

'When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore.
So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love.'
Rebecca- age 8

'When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different.
You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.'
Billy - age 4

'Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on
shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other.'
Karl - age 5

'Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs.'
Laraine, age 6

'Love is what makes you smile when you're tired.'
Terri - age 4

'Love is when my mummy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK.'
Danny - age 7

'Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more.
My Mummy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss'
Emily - age 8

'Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen.'
Bobby - age 7 (Wow!)

'If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate,'
Nikka - age 6 (we need a few million more Nikka's on this planet)

'Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday.'
Noelle - age 7

'Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well.'
Tommy - age 6

'During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore.'
Cindy - age 8

'My mummy loves me more than anybody. You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night.'
Clare - age 6

'Love is when Mummy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken.'
Elaine-age 5

'Love is when Mummy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford.'
Chris - age 7

'Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day'
Mary Ann - age 4

'I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.'
Lauren - age 4

'When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and ittle stars come out of you.' (what an image)
Karen - age 7

'Love is when Mummy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn't think it's gross.'
Mark - age 6

'You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget.'
Jessica - age 8

And the final one --
Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a con test he was asked to judge.

The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child.

The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife.
Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there.
When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbour,
the little boy said, 'Nothing, I just helped him cry'

Friday, October 09, 2009

I wanna sleep...

Ithaca, 9 October 2009

...like this, every night.

I haven't been reading much lately, and my attention span for reading is deteriorating badly. I hardly finish a book nowadays, I somehow read them halfway. Now I sort of having cravings for books again and I probably have time in the next couple of days since Fall break is here!!! Such great timing to have a break. I'm gonna pay Barnes and Noble's a visit tonight and read these books...



...while listening to Digby, Corrinne May, and Francesca Batistelli, and sipping my Starbucks coffee. Life sounds heavenly...

Tuesday, October 06, 2009

Happy Birthday Kaye!!

Ithaca, October 7 2009
We took that picture in Escape, Singapore. Me and my buttered shelled sweet corn, she and her pink cotton candy. We were about 15 or 16, maybe? Very much giggly and easily high on sugar. But beneath what seemed to be a naive friendship and silly conversations was what I experienced as a deep, meaningful bond. We came from different worlds, we had our own problems, we complained, cried, misunderstood, and at times we hurt others and probably ourselves. And I still have no idea how we did it, but somehow by the mystery of this cosmic world, we clicked, and got through the seemingly vast differences and weird teenage hormones. It's not always perfect, we fought, too, as what two childish stubborn people often do,but it's all good.

So, dear Kaye,

On this special day, I can't see you, hug you, or beat you in chess, but I still want to wish you a very happy birthday!! I wish you health and happiness, joy and peace, and a beautiful purposeful life!!! And of course as always, a pretty boy who cares much about you ;)

I can't believe we are 23 this year. I still can't wrap that fact around my head. Gosh, we were cute, Kaye, but it's time to move on.. hahaha... I'm pretty happy you got to turn 23 first ;) Cheers for you, for adulthood, and for cosmic mysteries!

Saturday, October 03, 2009

Vote for Budi

Ask me
















Ithaca, October 3, 2009

Ask me
What do I think about Outliers
Why do I care about my friends
Why do I laugh a lot
What am I cooking tonight
And what do I want for tomorrow

About God
What about Him?
What do you hear Him say now?
He's there and He's watching
I have no idea what He has in store
But I know He loves us both much and more

Or don't ask me
And just talk about anything
Things that are bothering
How your stocks are doing
About lung sizes and running
Tell me a lot of things
I'm here, in love with listening

What is this
I don't really know
I thought at least I would be nervous, but
As we sit and watch DVDs
I can't help but notice
How we are at ease

Keep asking
I'll answer them
And I'll ask back
Ask me deep
Ask me bold
Ask me more
Wait, are you coming here next week?
Maybe, make me happy and...
Ask me out ;)

PS 1: Brings me back to six months ago. Written in Austin on March 24 2009.

PS2: I really do miss you.