Fairytales

Watched 'Enchanted' with my best friend today.

The show left me with mixed feelings. I reflected upon some things that happened in my life recently and I felt the urge to pour it out here on my blog.

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Why do so many believe in fairy tales despite the fact that we all know that there are no happily-ever-afters? Are we stupid? Or foolish?

I think the reason lies in one word, and that word is 'hope'.

I think that everyone of us live our lives in hope of something better. Be it fame and fortune for ourselves, health or well-being for our loved ones, or even world peace and happiness for others who share this earth.

Hope is the fuel that keeps all of us going. Hope is the driving force behind our every endeavour, our every effort and labour. Without hope, there is no joy. Without hope, there is no passion. And without hope, there can be no life.

Yet that brings me to one question. How do we decide when does hope becomes fantasy. How do we draw the line between dreams and realities? Do we give up all hope when a dream seems further and further in the distance, or do we give up our desire, our passion when we have need of bread and butter?

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I realise that I am reaching another crossroad in my life. Do I forge on, in hope of what seems more and more like a folly? Or do I settle for reality? Am I overlooking something that has always been close to me, or am I seeing mirages, and imagining fantasies?

Increasingly, I begin to feel that sight is a curse. I must needs be blind to see with my heart.

Thief!!!

Caught a thief in my room the other day. Even took these photos as evidence...

Prepare to meet me in court you thief!!!

Hahahahaha!!!

The little thief spied the loot... Prying off the lid...

Counting the loot.Making off with the loot... Holding it out of reach of potential would-be interceptors...
Finally... Munching away happily on the 'fruits' of her labour.

Hahaha!

This will teach me to leave my chips in the room... And in reach of a certain 1m tall chips thief.

I love little JoJo!

A Moral Compass

Once upon a time, there were two friends. Andy and Gabriel. One day, Andy and Gabriel were walking along a stream when they came upon a huge tree, sheltering a pond. It was a truly wonderful place, cool, and restful.

“It is a wonderful place to bring my children for a swim and some fun in summer!” exclaimed Andy. “I agree.” said Gabriel.

“Well, if you are really interested, let’s build a swing here under the tree… And maybe a pier in the pond for boats and canoes.” Gabriel said.

“But I’m not rich… I doubt I can afford it.”, said Andy sadly.

“I’ll buy the materials for you,” replied Gabriel, “Why don’t you pass me a list of the materials you need? I’ll buy them for you.”

“Well… That’s okay I guess.” Andy said doubtfully.

Weeks passed. Andy never passed Gabriel a list of construction materials. Puzzled, Gabriel reminded Andy about the building of the pier and swing to create a playground at the pond for Andy’s children.

“Well, I have the list somewhere, but I forgot where I placed it. I’ll give it to you when I find it.”

“Okay then. Please pass it to me soon then, alright?” Gabriel replied.

Months passed. Andy and Gabriel were caught up in work. They were so busy they worked day and night. Gradually, Gabriel decided Andy was not interested in the idea of building a playground for his children after all.

Six months later, Andy and Gabriel completed their projects. Andy came to Gabriel and asked him for money.

“But I thought you were not interested anymore! After all, there was no news for months!” Gabriel replied. “Besides, there is still no list…”

“But, but, you offered your help.” said Andy.

“Indeed, its been six months without news. Surely you don't expect me to keep waiting? I mean... When will the wait end? Next year? Or two years from now? I mean, every offer have an expiry date, right?” Gabriel explained.

"But, a promise is a promise, how could you break it now?" Andy retorted.


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Ladies and gentlemen, what do you think? Who’s right and who’s wrong? Is Gabriel wrong to withdraw his offer after six months wait? Is Andy right to lay claim after keeping silent for so long? What d you think?

Why English Teachers Die Young

I saw this on a friend's blog and went to look for it online. To be fair however, I doubt MY students ever wrote so much without making at least 3 grammar errors... Sigh...


Why English Teachers Die Young(Humor Break)

Actual analogies and metaphors found in high school essays

1. Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master.

2. His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a dryer without Cling Free.

3. He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at

high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it.

4. She grew on him like she was a colony of E.coli and he was room-temperature Canadian beef.

5. She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just before it throws up.

6. Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.

7. He was as tall as a six-foot-three-inch tree.

8. The revelation that his marriage of 30 years had disintegrated because of his wife's infidelity came as a rude shock, like a surcharge at a formerly surcharge-free ATM.

9. The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn't.

10. McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty bag filled with vegetable soup.

11. From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie, surreal quality, like when you're on vacation in another city and Jeopardy comes on at 7:00 p.m. instead of 7:30.

12. Her hair glistened in the rain like a nose hair after a sneeze.

13. The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease.

14. Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 p.m. traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 p.m. at a speed of 35 mph.

15. They lived in a typical suburban neighborhood with picket fences that resembled Nancy Kerrigan's teeth.

16. John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.

17. He fell for her like his heart was a mob informant and she was the East River.

18. Even in his last years, Grandpappy had a mind like a steel trap, only one that had been left out so long, it had rusted shut.

19. Shots rang out, as shots are wont to do.

20. The plan was simple, like my brother-in-law Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work.

21. The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating for a while.

22. He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck, either, but a real duck that was actually lame, maybe from stepping on a land mine or something.

23. The ballerina rose gracefully en pointe and extended one slender leg behind her, like a dog at a fire hydrant.

24. It was an American tradition, like fathers chasing kids around with power tools.

25. He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if she were a garbage truck backing up.

26. Her eyes were like limpid pools, only they had forgotten to put in any pH cleanser.

27. She walked into my office like a centipede with 98 missing legs.

28. It hurt the way your tongue hurts after you accidentally staple it to the wall.