Looking in the mirror,

When it’s early in the morning and you’ve just woke up, preparing for the day,
looking sleepily in the mirror,

who do you see?

Is it the same person who will fiercely fight for her position in the company?
Is it the face of a lover, who will say “I love you”, as each takes own way to work?
Is it the tired face of a woman, who kept the house spic and span,
baked a cake, and cooked dinner?

or is it just a confused face, undetermined yet, as to what will it be?
blank canvas, waiting for the cue to show which face,

I wear my face clean,
smiling and sincere,
and yet,
not so many get me,

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school – graduate Uni – Job – Married – Children.

Just because we belong to one mold, does not mean we should lead the same life.

Private Matter

It’s always interesting to see “private” matters posted in Facebook. From declaration of undying devotion; a sweet letter to a friend; a dedication and respect to whom it may concern; or a naughty nudge to the spouse of what to be expected tonight.

For all it’s worth, I think the people who wrote this are sincere. They sincerely expressing their feelings and thought. In public.

Do I have problem with that? No, not really. It’s just I am a very private person. It amazes me, that some people are able to do this. Amazed and amused. Especially, when it comes to expressing feelings and inside jokes.

See, these feelings, are special. Don’t you think it’s something special between you and them, a little secret that the world wouldn’t be able to share, because they are not special enough? Don’t you think it’d be better to be addressed directly to the person, face to face, with the tone, the voice, and the proper expression? With the whole heart and soul uttering word by word. Don’t you think they deserve to hear, see and savor every single syllable?

Of course, I write, I know how powerful words and sentences can be. But it will never show the true feeling one has when one wrote it. It is up to the interpretation of the reader.

Instead, if you are courageous enough, look at them straight in the eyes, and with all your heart, your soul, and your might, tell them, tell them how wonderful they are.

Hysteria! – the shortest day in the year!

Well, the two didn’t really correlate. Just thought I’d spice things up a bit.

But bottom line is, I watched Hysteria on the shortest day in the year. Yes, okay, it’s weakly-correlated. That’s not the point, the point is, it’s a good movie.

London 1880, half of the women in England was diagnosed with a plague. Hysteria. The condition that leads to frigidity, anxiety, and etc, and etc. Hysteria rooted from overtly-active uterus. Or, as we, independent courageous women of the present will refer to as, Horny. These ladies visited a well-known doctor, who treated hundreds of Hysteria case, without any failure. How did he treat them? tut tut, I’ll be cruel and won’t spoil anything. Oh okay, just a tiny bit. It involves fingers.

Business was booming for the doctor, that he hired a young charming doctor as an apprentice to help. From here, the story went quite an unexpected.

It’s very charming and amusing movie. The humor is subtle and polite, considering the (private :p) topic. It made me smile adoringly. Although, I will have to say, this movie won’t probably be everyone’s cup of tea.

Apart from that, Happy Holiday to ye all. It’s that time of the year when one should hibernate and watch as the year gone by.