The Path of Time

Deep down inside each and every one of us lies an innate power to do things for another person. Some things that can be beyond explanation, sometimes even silly and sometimes just really impossible to imagine. What I am referring to really is the ability of us human beings to care for someone else. Actually if you think about it, all living beings on this planet show the innate ability to care for one another. It's amazing how one person can show so much care to another person without requiring a reason. I definitely admire those who are able to care for another person selflessly. I may not know my ability to care for another person but I know I'd give it a good shot in caring for someone I love - parents, siblings, girlfriend. Personally, I think the will to care for another person will come naturally like the rainbow after a rainy day. I think inside us resides a little vault of emotions that entwines itself to form a chemistry of emotions that manifests itself as a plethora

It was a normal day for Dee. Got off work about 7pm, leaving the office to walk to the nearest bus stop that's about 15 minutes away from her workplace. Like every other day, it's a lonely walk to the bus stop, a lonely bus ride back to the bus stop near her apartment, a lonely 10 minute walk back to her apartment, opening the door to her lonely apartment. Lonely would be a spot-on word to describe Dee. It's not that she wanted to have a lonely hermit-like life but Dee was a shy person, not very good at socializing and simply found it easier to keep to herself. Finding social acceptance was an issue for Dee. It didn't really bother her as she has grown used to the quiet lifestyle of her's. It wasn't a life she dreaded and she read a lot of books to past the time. There was one Monday, it was almost like every other working day for Dee but not until it started to rain. The bus stop was 15 minutes away and walking to the bus stop without and umbrella would have be

Ever wondered if love came with a price tag? Little Mikey did. Little Mikey was a curious little boy. His inquisitiveness has led him to many experiences, although some not so admirable like the time he once ate an earth worm simply Nat Geo said it was edible. Little Mikey was a little different from other 5 year olds. Little Mikey was born an orphan, having been left in front of church one Saturday night without any form of identification. He was less fortunate in that he never really got a chance to feel what it was to have parents or even have siblings around him. So everyday when he walks himself to kindergarten one block away from the orphanage he lives in, he constantly wonders what it's like to have a mother and father. He quietly observes all his peers going to kindergarten with either their mom or dad beside them. Mikey really wanted to know if it ever felt different having a mom and dad, and he really wanted to know if there was anyway to experience it. One evening while

Jo has a really funny habit. At any part of the day, there will be a time when you will definitely catch him taking a look at his palm. Rumour has it that he's been doing it for ages - years apparently. I can't confirm how long has he been having this habit because I have never asked him. It really is a peculiar habit because there are times when you see him taking a glimpse of his palm and you would almost certainly catch a smile drawn on his face. Those who didn't know him well would probably be thinking he has one screw loose too many in his head. But it was a little secret Jo carries. Jo always had something written on his palm - sentences, quotes, words of encouragement, little captions. It was his energizing mantra, apparently. At least that's what he told me. I found his practice very peculiar, to say the very least. There were two things I asked him about his palm practice: 1. Why the palm? 2. Does it really help? His answer to my first question:- "I wanted

When I was in school years ago, each classroom had something called a Red Book. That Red Book was a very special book. It was a dreaded piece of binded paper because of one thing and one thing only - it was a book used by my teachers to record down names of those caught misbehaving in class and at the end of each week that book goes to the disciplinary teacher. Those names recorded in there will then get their weekly share of punishment, either canning or community service (i.e. community service in an all-boy school basically means cleaning the school toilet!). Ya know, this leads me to one conclusion - people are remembered more for the bad they have done rather than good. The Red Book is a very good example of how we are so engrossed in pinning down those who falter. I am not saying the Red Book method of disciplining was wrong, in fact I find it rather effective in reminding us to behave ourselves. I decided to create a little book in my mind. Let's call it the White Book for s

There will be times when you and I find ourselves in a life's pinch. I guess it's the way life was designed by God - to have surprises, little and big ones thrown at us at a certain point in our lives. Can I say it's God's test for us? Can I say it's God's way of telling us something? Don't think you and I will ever know why God does such things. Some people say things that happen in our lives are fated. Either way, some surprises can be really worrying and at times, painful. Especially if it relates to your loved ones. My dad recently had an operation and it was really stressful in terms of running in and out the hospital after work and sometimes in between work to make sure he's fine. Despite knowing that he's in the hands of a very good doctor, there's always the worry in the back of my head not knowing if everything will be alright. I have friends who have had similar experiences. Some more severe, some not as severe but the physical and men