Open Interpretations

What would you call this?



An ink blot?
A smudge?
Some dirt?

A teacher in religious class once taught us using this picture. She said it was a paper that was just accidentally smudged with some ink. But fundamentally it is still a piece of paper that we could use to write on; good stuff in fact - pictures, words of wisdom.

Moral of her lesson at the end of the day - just like the blot of the ink, we may make mistakes in life, but like the blank paper in the background, we all deserve a second chance.

Recent events remind me of this event and I'd like to use this picture to remind myself that I must bear truth for this simple lesson from my religious class teacher.

Hopefully this little note can bring some faith to people out there - for those of us who've accidentally taken a fall: let's get up from where we've left off and a little dirt and mud is nothing; for those us who accidentally cause or witness others falling, we might want to be a little more encouraging and believe in others.

Human Behaviour; Human Mind; Human Heart

Is it social ineptness?
Is it a fear of opening up to others?
Is it a fear of disappointment?
Is it a lack of knowledge for interaction with others?
Is it a lack of trust towards others?
Is it a preference for loneliness?

Passing Hermit

It seemed not so hard for the hermit to pass the trial afterall...

(Un)sociable hermit?

Would the hermit that usually prefer to stay home, reading books and watching dramas be able to rise up to the upcoming occasions of meeting new people and making new friends???

What would it be like? Exciting? Daunting? Awkward?

Perhaps a trial for the hermit. Perhaps also a barrier which the hermit must surpass...

Eternal Object Under Possession of Others

Am here posting a random thought that stemmed from the talk I had just awhile ago with my parents at the dinner table. Random it may be but somehow very true to me (at least for now) - Women are objects of possession.

When young girls belong to their parents; everything they do had to be granted permission from the almighty authority of parents. When they grow up to become women, they are still under their parents' possession. Until the very day they change their surnames when they are married to their husbands, they are still under the possession of somebody, only now it's a change of owners - their husband.

Hmpf.........................!!!

Moving Towards a More Gracious Society?

Today was one of the most heartening days I've had. Was heartened at the number(5) of people who gave up seats on my way from outram to boon lay in the section of the carriage that I was in. This heartening phenomena also occured when I was travelling from dhoby gaut to sengkang, whereby 3 people gave up their seats. 1 kind lady even helped an old lady by walking her safely to the door of the carriage =D

This is unlike some of the previous incidents I've come across. There was once a pregnant lady boarded the train & no one gave up their seat. Another standing office lady couldn't stand the sight and lectured the passengers in front of to have a heart and give up his/her seat. Another incident was whereby I gave up my own seat to an old man, but a lady just plonked herself down in the seat as if the old man & I were transparent - infuriating!

Is today's incidences o seat-giving a sign that fellow countrymen are moving towards a more gracious society? I certainly hope so! Little things they may be, but it is what makes the society a warmer place =D