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Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Boredom Kills

Boredom kills.

Boredom is killing me.

But that is the nature, the essence and the fact of life.

Everyone has it, everyone suffers from it, everyone hates it, and everyone wants to get away from it!

But it is there all the time!

Whether we like it or not, want it or not, hate it or not.........

It is there! All the time!!

Who can escape boredom without making some changes?

We do things repeatedly and emotionlessly every single day.

We deal with the same people, talking over the same matters, on the same old tables, many times in a year.

We watch the same TV programs all over again, the same heartbreaking news and lies, the same talk shows with those cheap jokes, soap operas with virtually the same happy endings, the same emotional songs and soothing musical entertainments........

Oh............Oh..............Oh......................

We walk the same street, meeting the same people, entering the same shops and stalls, choosing and buying the same things, eating the same food and drink.......

We put on the same business like smiles, the same hand waves and shakes, the same opening greetings, the same small talks, the same topics of discussion, using the same gestures and movements all over again.

We dress the same way, comb the same hair, put on the same clothes, speak the same language, join the same crowds, eat the same food, play the same games, hear the same musics, talk the same topics........

We dream the same dream, want the same thing, plan the same plan, face the same challenges, solve the same problems, sing and shout the same victory song.......

Oh............Oh..............Oh......................

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Who can escape boredom without changes?

Somehow we get tired of the things we do and want a change.

We yearn to escape from our task at hand...........

We want to do something different.

We quit our job, looking forward to graze on greener pasture.

We take a leave, go for a holiday to recapture the wonder of life.

We spend our precious leisure times on books and magazines, delving into a world of exploration and discovery, intrigues and conspiracies, secrets and desires, romance and love, bondage and freedom, logic and truth.......

We spend our weekends hungry shopping, careless eating, aimless roaming, carefree talking and chatting.........

Boredom kills....... Boredom kills....... Boredom kills.......

But who can escape boredom?

Only those who walk out of their boredom and look for a change......

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

You Are Special

One Little Boy thinks that he is so very ordinary.

So his Daddy decides to give him a piece of his mind.......

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My Son... Come here...

You are special if you think you are special.

You have nice cute eyes...

You have a big and beautiful nose...

You have a wonderful and happy smile...

You look decent and presentable...every time, everywhere

You walk with confidence and style.... and you carry yourself well...

Son, Daddy is proud of you...

Daddy thinks you are a very special Boy.

The Son listens for a while...

And shakes his head, thinking he is not like that.......

Daddy's heart is hurt...

But Daddy continues.......

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My Son, you are special because other people think you are special.

You have a lot of good friends and playmates...

I don't think you have an enemy...

I seldom see you quarrel or fight with someone...

I hardly hear you raise your voice in frustration and anger...

You are always on the phone and always have a good company of friends around...

You attend parties, meetings, and celebrations...

You go outings, trips, picnics, tours, shopping with your friends and schoolmates...

My Son, you can and have got along well with everyone...

The Son shakes his head harder, thinking it is not true.......

Daddy's heart is doubly hurt...

But Daddy continues.......

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My Son, you are special because God makes you special.

God gives you talents and skills...

God gives you knowledge and wisdom...

God gives you extra special sweet look and disposition...

God loves you and will take good care of you if you are willing to let Him...

The Son shakes his head even harder, thinking God won't care about him...

Many tears start oozing out of his eyes...running down on his face... and neck...

He screams and cries.......

*******

No Daddy...

I don't think I'm special...

I don't think other people think I'm special...

I don't think God thinks I'm special...

No Daddy........

Daddy's heart is hurt... He cries together with his Son...

But Daddy continues.......

*******

My Son, you are special because you make people's life special...

Your smiles and laughter brighten the days and lives of many...

Your concerns and cares have magically swept away every sadness and problem...

Your presence and actions have brought together everyone far and near...

And we love you....... You have made our life whole...and very complete...

My Son, you are special because you make everyone feels special.

*******

The Son eventually comes to his mind...

His face blossoms into a widest and sweetest smile...

Yeah, I am special because I have made other people feel special...

*******

My Son...

No life is ordinary...

Every life is very special...

You are very special to everyone...

You have made everyone around very special......

Oh....... My Son My Son My Son....

You are so very special to me.

Daddy cries with joy........