yeah....Things will only get better

You have to make your own decision, but I hope you read this.. not trying to influence you in anyway.. but well.. do have a look at this. May God guide you through.....

** Thanks LF... got this off your blog :P***

When You Divorce Me, Carry Me Out in Your Arms
On my wedding day, I carried my wife in my arms. The bridal car stopped in front of our one-room flat. My buddies insisted that I carry her out of the car in my arms. So I carried her into our home. She was then plump and shy. I was a strong and happy bridegroom.
This was the scene of ten years ago.
The following days were as simple as a cup of pure water: we had a kid, I went into business and tried to make more money. When the assets were steadily increasing, the affections between us seemed to ebb. She was a civil servant. Every morning we left home together and got home almost at the same time. Our kid was studying in a boarding school.
Our marriage life seemed to be enviably happy. But the calm life was more likely to be affected by unpredictable changes.
Dew came into my life.
It was a sunny day. I stood on a spacious balcony. Dew hugged me from behind. My heart once again was immersed in her stream of love. This was the apartment I bought for her.
Dew said, You are the kind of man who best draws girls eyeballs. Her words suddenly reminded me of my wife. When we just married, my wife said, Men like you, once successful, will be very attractive to girls. Thinking of this, I became somewhat hesitant. I knew I had betrayed my wife. But I couldn't help doing so.
I moved Dew's hands aside and said, You go to select some furniture, O.K.? I've got something to do in the company. Obviously she was unhappy, because I had promised her to go and see with her. At the moment, the idea of divorce became clearer in my mind although it used to be something impossible to me.
However, I found it rather difficult to tell my wife about it. No matter how mildly I mentioned it to her, she would be deeply hurt. Honestly, she was a good wife. Every evening she was busy preparing dinner. I was sitting in front of the TV. The dinner was ready soon. Then we watched TV together. Or, I was lounging before the computer, visualizing Dew's body. This was the means of my entertainment.
One day I said to her in a slight joking way, suppose we divorce, what will you do? She stared at me for a few seconds without a word. Apparently she believed that divorce was something too far away from her. I couldn't imagine how she would react once she got to know I was serious.
When my wife went to my office, Dew had just stepped out. Almost all the staff looked at my wife with a sympathetic eye and tried to hide something while talking with her. She seemed to have got some hint. She gently smiled at my subordinates. But I read some hurt in her eyes.
Once again, Dew said to me, He Ning, divorce her, O.K.? Then we live together. I nodded. I knew I could not hesitate any more.
When my wife served the last dish, I held her hand. I've got something to tell you, I said.
She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want to divorce. I raised a serious topic calmly.
She didn't seem to be much annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I'm serious. I avoided her question. This so-called answer turned her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! .
At that night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer, because my heart had gone to Dew.
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. I felt a pain in my heart. The woman who had been living ten years with me would become a stranger one day. But I could not take back what I had said.
Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer.
A late night, I came back home after entertaining my clients. I saw her writing something at the table. I fell asleep fast. When I woke up, I found she was still there. I turned over and was asleep again.
She brought up her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but I was supposed to give her one month's time before divorce, and in the month's time we must live as normal life as possible. Her reason was simple: our son would finish his summer vacation a month later and she didn't want him to see our marriage was broken.
She passed me the agreement she drafted, and then asked me, He Ning, do you still remember how I entered our bridal room on the wedding day? This question suddenly brought back all those wonderful memories to me. I nodded and said, I remember . You carried me in your arms , she continued, so, I have a requirement, that is, you carry me out in your arms on the day when we divorce. From now to the end of this month, you must carry me out from the bedroom to the door every morning.
I accepted with a smile. I knew she missed those sweet days and wished to end her marriage with a romantic form.
I told Dew about my wife's divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she does, she has to face the result of divorce, she said scornfully. Her words more or less made me feel uncomfortable.
My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. We even treated each other as a stranger. So when I carried her out for the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly, Let us start from today, don t tell our son.I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for bus, I drove to office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. We were so close that I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this intimate woman carefully for a long time. I found she was not young any more. There were some fine wrinkles on her face.
On the third day, she whispered to me, The outside garden is being demolished. Be careful when you pass there.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I seemed to feel that we were still an intimate couple and I was holding my sweetheart in my arms. The visualization of Dew became vaguer.
On the fifth and sixth day, she kept reminding me something, such as, where she put the ironed shirts, I should be careful while cooking, etc. I nodded. The sense of intimacy was even stronger.
I didn't tell Dew about this. I felt it was easier to carry her. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger. I said to her, It seems not difficult to carry you now.
She was picking her dresses. I was waiting to carry her out. She tried quite a few but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, All my dresses have grown fatter. I smiled. But I suddenly realized that it was because she was thinner that I could carry her more easily, not because I was stronger. I knew she had buried all the bitterness in her heart. Again, I felt a sense of pain. Subconsciously I reached out a hand to touch her head.
Our son came in at the moment. Dad, it s time to carry mum out. He said. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had been an essential part of his life. She gestured our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face because I was afraid I would change my mind at the last minute. I held her in my arms, talking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly, as if we came back to our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad.
On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. She said, Actually I hope you will hold me in your arms until we are old.
I held her tightly and said, Both you and I didn't notice that our life was lack of such intimacy.
I jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my decision. I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door. I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I won't divorce. I'm serious.
She looked at me, astonished. The she touched my forehead. You got no fever. She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I can only say sorry to you, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of life, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I understand that since I carried her into the home, she gave birth to our child, I am supposed to hold her until I am old. So I have to say sorry to you.
Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into cry. I walked downstairs and drove to the office.
When I passed the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet for my wife which was her favorite. The salesgirl asked me to write the greeting words on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until we are old.

Yeap...a quickie does wonder for your performance at work. Highly recommended. The meeting room during lunch break is best place. If you are daring enough to do it at the boss's table while he is away, please go ahead. Of course if you would like many to see you, don't close the door.

Whichever way or whatever place you'll like to have it, yeah... just do it.

A short afternoon nap will just give you that additional energy to carry on.

well... not too sure why did i choose this topic for this posting. Was thinking of the many wonders the various different languages can create and the problems you may face. Pling mentioned that she did consider becoming a translater or interpreter before. For me, I have always been fascinated by how culture can actually determine the way words are spoken, and how phrases may mean one thing in this culture but another in some others.

A typical Chinese greeting would be to ask if one has taken his dinner/meal. Perfectly alright in Asian context I suppose. However some Westerners may view it as scornful as if the one greeting you is doubtful that you can afford your next meal or not.

If one actually replies that he has not had his dinner, the one asking is somehow obliged to treat that person to dinner. This is something not very known to Westerners. I remember Prof Rickard-Liow saying this is class. Haha.. interesting.

But seriously, the way in which a language is spoken defintely brings a certain sense of familiarity, sense of nostalgia to many. Yeah.. the accent. In a recent survey, Singaporeans actually find that Singlish is the best reflection of Singaporean culture, much to the disdain of the Government I guess who have been trying so hard to promote good english.

I remember being on transist in Dubai Airport some years back. There's this chap working for the Bruneian airlines stationed there. He tried to strike up a conversation with me, perhaps sensing my anxiety in a foreign land. Just to side track a bit, yeah... they have burly looking uniformed officers guarding the airport. The manner in way they communicate with one another is very aggressive. ( Culture thingy??)

Right back to the Bruneian guy. He tried to communicate with me in Singlish. Apparently he once served in the Royal Brunei Armed Forces and had received his commission in Singapore, hence having some knowledge of Singlish. Some lahs and lehs.... haha. that defintely made me more at ease.

Alright, let's change the location again.

Back in Singapore.

Try speaking in dialects to stall vendors, you'll receive better treatment I guess, especially the less common ones. I tried ordering food in Cantonese upon sensing the captain is from Hong Kong. Well, to put it simply, I never had such wonderful service from that restaurant before. It was similar in an eatery Katong and Pling can attest to that. So I guess this is the magic of dialects?

Now....perhaps it's time that the government do away with the speak Mandarin Campaigns??

Speak more dialects?? haha... well... talkingcock.com has a wondeful site...

Haha.. interesting

1) How long did the Hundred Years War last?
2) Which country makes Panama hats?
3) From which animal do we get catgut?
4) In which month do Russians celebrate the October Revolution?
5) What is a camel's hair brush made of?
6) The Canary Islands in the Pacific are named after what animal?
7) What was King George VI's first name?
8) What color is a purple finch?
9) Where are Chinese gooseberries from?
10) What is the color of the black box in a commercial airplane?

All done? Check your answers below!



















ANSWERS TO THE QUIZ
1) How long did the Hundred Years War last?
*116 years

2) Which country makes Panama hats?
*Ecuador

3) From which animal do we get cat gut?
*Sheep and Horses

4) In which month do Russians celebrate the October Revolution?
*November

5) What is a camel's hair brush made of?
*Squirrel fur

6) The Canary Islands in the Pacific are named after what animal?
*Dogs

7) What was King George VI's first name?
*Albert

8) What color is a purple finch?
*Crimson

9) Where are Chinese gooseberries from?
*New Zealand

10) What is the color of the black box in a commercial airplane?
*Orange, of course.

Now, how many of you got everything right?

Yes, why do you blog? What is all this craze about?

Seriously I don't know. I began blogging since --can't remember when too. But that's not the point and it doesn't answer the question.

Ask Bloggers like Mr Brown or Xiaxue, I'm sure you will get different answers. For theirs I'm sure, with a loyal following, it's defintely less personal. Mr Brown is one helluva funny guy with his brand of Brown Hunour I 'm sure; Wendy (aka Xiaxue) well, slightly more "bitchy" but nevertheless a funny gal with a strong personality.

Friends have told me that the blog is a platform whereby they share their personal thoughts with a "diary", something that they won't feel comfortable sharing with their friends and not be afraid if they would scare their friends and loved ones, or take up their time or even wetting their shoulders. Some even told me it will be between him and his blog.

But seriously, WTF?

Who are the ones that read your blog? Your friends. How did they get to know of your blog? Through you. And how did so many people get to know that you have a blog? Because you told them about it and some of your friends told them about it.

And you can actually be puzzled as to how come so many people know about your secrets? Something that you claim that only you and your blog knows?

Because you made it public! Anything on the web cannot be personal and secret.

DUH!!

Yups they did and they have decided tha George Bush is their choice.

I'm no fan of Bush or Kerry . I don't think I will vote if I'm an American for the simple reason neither of them seem to be able to provide a good plan for America. Of course, I'm not America and I believe I won't really know what is going on in their minds at this moment.

Just something from Mr Brown's site which I find hilarious. Perhaps that's the reason why Bush won?

It has been raining for the past dunno how many days. I've lost count and I defintely won't be bothered to find out the exact amount ( For what huh).

Yes it's raining again.... pouring in fact. Was driving and the visibilty was horrible. Yups with this increase in water, the authorities would do well to reduce our utilities bill. I mean, it makes sense what, when you exeperience a shortage, you increase the bills, ( just like what has been happening?) and if you exeprience a surplus, why not decrease the cost a little and lighten the burden of the people? Electricity bills is likely to increase I think, with the increase of price of crude oil around the world.