tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78653482024-03-08T00:02:52.352+00:00the purple cat speaks!A collection of daily thoughts, ideas, words, poetry and journals through life's journey filled with inspiration to treasure golden moments. Meow!Rose Kuruvillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02076720442785169324noreply@blogger.comBlogger154125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865348.post-18291113086341223542010-04-25T17:29:00.003+01:002010-04-25T17:41:45.455+01:00Voice of an Angel<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT_JW6BFWWxg-sHMv0_m6abAVaR7iUr11Cjrz-izdpaAj6_wi_ppOd3Vth_LFiKlQS4wqe-khlaOl2CtDER9Su9X1m7uBPqyQ-sAihN2OMI4PUrZil4yov7B_41ljJUVGOtrZR/s1600/Mambo+potrait.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT_JW6BFWWxg-sHMv0_m6abAVaR7iUr11Cjrz-izdpaAj6_wi_ppOd3Vth_LFiKlQS4wqe-khlaOl2CtDER9Su9X1m7uBPqyQ-sAihN2OMI4PUrZil4yov7B_41ljJUVGOtrZR/s320/Mambo+potrait.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464115970057520466" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">He falls asleep in my arms, </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">to me singing summer time.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">In a low key - he finds comfort,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">resting his head for some time.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">"Voice of an Angel" - I put on the album, </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">and let Charlotte soothe him. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">He awakes as I do not hum.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">Looking at me, he remains calm.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">Sitting in my arms</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">in deep contemplation,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">of the face behind the voice.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">Astounded and marvelled.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">He remains still,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">music makes him happy.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">Note:I wrote this watching my bunny, Mambo listen to Charlotte Church for the very first time. Music makes him calm. He loves it. Wish I captured it on video.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br /></span></div>Rose Kuruvillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02076720442785169324noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865348.post-40618966060299467132010-03-31T16:55:00.002+01:002010-03-31T17:46:56.165+01:00London Underground<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">In the underground, </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">travelling is a culture.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br /></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">Click clacks everywhere.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">Walking in haste.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">Ipod's playing crazily.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">Timeless classics in hands, </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">and now even in ears.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">Mother with child,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">pushing a stroller-chair,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">hoping someone friendly </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">would help them down the stairs. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">Like a time-bomb, minutes go-by,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">in the underground. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">Any delay or standby,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">has a frustrating effect.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">Each train operating at the heart beat of another. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">running,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">like the blood running through our veins.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">A single block can cause infinite problems.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">Never have I seen such an amazing transporting system,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">connecting us to every part of the city,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">making travelling achievable,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">creating new possibilities,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">drawing out a brand new culture.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">Now we can stay connected.</span></div></div>Rose Kuruvillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02076720442785169324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865348.post-44679481774888972632010-03-08T12:02:00.003+00:002010-03-08T12:16:28.869+00:00Her eyes<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">As I gently draw the purple curtains,</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">her deep set eyes open.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">Blue as the evening sea,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">and grey as a cloudy sky.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">She looks and thoughts fill her mind.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">Puzzled.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">Curious.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">In awe, she remains calm.</span></div><div><br /></div>Rose Kuruvillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02076720442785169324noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865348.post-32727146102281854702010-03-06T10:54:00.003+00:002010-03-06T11:09:04.300+00:00Two hearts<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">The sound of hearts beat.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">Two hearts.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">One fast - like a chugging train.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">the other one faster - like a race horse. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">The clock ticks,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">at the labour ward.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">Across the hall you hear,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">the screams of a woman,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">the constant military like encoragement,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">and a baby cries,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">crying as it awakes into a brand new world.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">I see the look on her face,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">fear slipping in,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">flooding her mind with traumatic thoughts,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">panicking - just a little.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">Sudden pain steps in,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">blocking out all worries,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">and for a minute or so, </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">she can think of nothing else, </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">but the pain.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">The pain - unbearable.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">Every second influencing her,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">to succumb to an anaesthetic drug.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">Although against the idea,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">she frees herself from the pain.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">Epidural - the world's most useful drug.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">Injecting its way into her body,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">numbing her waist down,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">easing the pain, almost immediately.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">She sleeps...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">dreaming of what is to come,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">dreaming of meeting her baby for the first time.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">Hearts beat.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">Hours pass and slowly the pain returns,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">this time bearable.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">20 hours of pain, discomfort, nausea, anxiety, fear, and impatience...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">Finally using every bit of energy in her,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">she pushes in a hurry to meet her baby...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">For a moment, both hearts stop beating.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">One in unbelievable shock,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">the other in awe at the sight of a brand new world.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">Breaking this moment,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">the baby cries...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">Holding her baby in her arms for the first time,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">she relaxes,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">and baby's crying eases.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">Mother and baby,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">at the comfort of each other,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">close their eyes and rest.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">Two hearts beating together.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">- end-</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;">I witnessed a birth for the first time a few days ago. It was a new experience.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;">I wrote this poem for the new mother...</span></div><div><br /></div>Rose Kuruvillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02076720442785169324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865348.post-18739922796889210062010-03-01T09:37:00.003+00:002010-03-01T09:53:06.345+00:00Heat<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">My pulse is beating rapidly</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">beads of sweat form on my brow.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">my shirt - untucked.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">I pick a steel glass of ice water,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">and pour it down my shirt.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">the water flows down my body,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">numbing each part it touches. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">I turn up my I tunes player,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">a glass of chilled white wine in hand,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">I close my eyes,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">and let my mind wander,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">into a world of unimaginable peace,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">free from the world's worries,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">free from emotional pain,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">free from the unmanageable heat,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">and best of all,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">free from the workings of my restless mind...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">I hear the sound of thunder.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">It wakes me. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">Time to put on some Rob Thomas and enjoy the rain...</span></div>Rose Kuruvillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02076720442785169324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865348.post-15072504690485032792010-02-20T06:22:00.005+00:002010-02-20T07:02:10.568+00:00Bernada Alba<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">I picked up jazz ballet dancing 2 months ago. Just thought I'd get creative and do something totally out of my comfort zone.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">I've always loved performing arts, but never really went down the dance route. I would take vocal training classes, write, direct plays & musicals and act. However I never really got into dance. Don't really know why either. I think for some reason, my mind told itself that my body isn't capable of being that flexible. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">When I think dance, I think ballet. I think Swanlake, the Nutcracker, the Russians. Then later I start thinking of tap and folk dance, like Riverdance, Cats, Michael Flately-Lord of the Dance. All these dances, when watched, seem like they require so much talent. I put on a dance flick like Shall we dance (my favourite), Save the last dance, and Step Up and I honestly used to believe that those dances are only for people in love (I know, pretty cheesy).</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">I appreciate dance quite a bit. I love chic flicks, but not as much as a dance chic flick. I could watch ballet alone and not mind that I had no company to watch it with. I watch jazz dancing and feel like twirling around. Yet, I never got into it.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">So 2 months ago, I decided I'd learn a dance. So I randomly picked Jazz Ballet. To tell you the truth, I only picked that style up because I saw the word 'CATS' in its description. For those of you who are unaware, I have this goal of being in the next production of cats. I'm learning all the dance moves from Cats and then am going to write to Sir Andrew Lloyd Webber and tell him I did so, all this to be in the next production. Off course, I already know all the vocals by heart.</span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">What is jazz ballet?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">It is a form of choreography which contains revolutionized ballet styles and movements usually employed for performance purposes. The dances you see in Cats and Chicago, that sorta thing... </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">Turns out dance has really been working for me. It really makes me relax, and when I'm on the dance floor - I feel like there isn't anyone left in the world but me and my dancing shoes. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">I am totally in love with dancing. I'm even more excited as next week, a very good friend of mine, Ashvina Marie will be starring in this spanish musical called 'Bernada Alba'. It involves a lot of flamenco style dancing. Extremely excited. I am this excited not just because it involves dancing but mostly because Ash is in it. It's been a dream for me to see her in a musical in a large and reputable production. My dream is coming true. She is amazing!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">Those of you in Malaysia, go watch Bernada Alba. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">It's playing in KLPAC next week onwards. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgktkHDfUP-M7dbLv0m9hn2KnO52JEEbLLv8dg9bC2DSz_VwjfW_VRucKDhyphenhyphen_WV7wXRXdByiVD_nUAf4ld0QcJQ_oEpQ6UWfZ6Pas_m456S42mx4jM5FI8rdBdHnR8bEzWpWdtd/s1600-h/bernada+alba+poster.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgktkHDfUP-M7dbLv0m9hn2KnO52JEEbLLv8dg9bC2DSz_VwjfW_VRucKDhyphenhyphen_WV7wXRXdByiVD_nUAf4ld0QcJQ_oEpQ6UWfZ6Pas_m456S42mx4jM5FI8rdBdHnR8bEzWpWdtd/s200/bernada+alba+poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440215714935400802" style="cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 200px; " /></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;">xoxo</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div></div></div>Rose Kuruvillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02076720442785169324noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865348.post-3933735653246327842010-02-19T02:54:00.001+00:002010-02-19T02:54:34.429+00:00Small feet<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">My feet must have shrunk.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">My shoes have miraculously gotten bigger,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">the same shoe I bought and fit perfectly just 2 weeks ago.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">I always had small feet,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">not that I mind off course.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">(best size- always available in sales)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">It is however worrying me;</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">that my shoes are getting larger,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">or my feet is getting smaller.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">I can't decide which one it is.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">but I am content with my small feet...</span></div>Rose Kuruvillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02076720442785169324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865348.post-5239333708041349442010-02-18T07:25:00.008+00:002010-02-18T08:07:27.017+00:00Benefit of the doubt<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">I got to a point in my life, where I simply can't trust anyone. Definitely influence of being in the legal field. </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;">Golden rule: you CANNOT trust anyone. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">Clients tell lawyers their version of the story everyday and the famous line "you can trust me" is used so loosely. In fact this is just an addition to the common misconception that lawyers are liars.Then in court, almost certainly new evidence reveals itself. You then discover the client that you trusted 110% in fact only told you 10% of the REAL story. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">Doctors, engineers, teachers, drivers and many others all face this blatant truth.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">This isn't just with professional relationships. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">You can't trust anyone with anything, </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">not friends, best friends, lovers, spouses, parents, siblings,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">not even priests (don't forget they too are human)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">not 100%, not even 80%,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">Trust places expectations on something or someone.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">Trust raises expectations on something or someone. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">You can go on with life telling everybody you trust them, </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">only to realize the husband who vowed to love you forever, has fallen out of love with you.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">only to realize the father you thought was loyal and kind, was in fact screwing your neighbours maid.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">only to realize the boyfriend you thought was the one, never felt the same.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">only to realize the friends you have, have been back stabbing you.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">Trust raises unnecessary expectations. It does no good. All it does is it keeps you in this state of happiness for a short period of time, and when the truth sinks in, it hurts.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">When someone says "I trust you", don't get your hopes up. They simply mean they give you the benefit of the doubt. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">friends, best friends, parents, siblings, cousins, lovers.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">please do not be offended:</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">I simply don't believe in trust anymore.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">It's too much to carry and when it breaks (and it always does)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">it hurts bad...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">I love you all, not because I don't trust you'll.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">I love you all because I simply give you'll the benefit of the doubt that you wont hurt me like I've been hurt before.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;">So this is my theory : </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;">trust is unnecessary, so don't trust. just give people the benefit of the doubt....</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">It's been working for me. Also a great way to manage a bad temper. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">Take it from a taurus...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">toodles!</span></span></div>Rose Kuruvillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02076720442785169324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865348.post-30705887727598935532010-02-17T16:29:00.003+00:002010-02-17T16:40:21.374+00:00Under a tuscan sky<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><div>"they say they built the train tracks between vienna and venice before there was a train that could make the trip. they built it anyway, they knew one day the train would come."</div></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">taken from <i>under a tuscan sun</i>...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">a quote thats fit for the new look of this page.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">more to come readers...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">xoxo</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br /></span></span></div>Rose Kuruvillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02076720442785169324noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865348.post-84259005454471057802009-04-18T07:13:00.005+01:002009-04-18T14:25:42.516+01:00I love...<div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta 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<br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">I love doodling on coffee house napkins, leaving my mark behind.<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"> </div><p style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">I love chocolates that have a face that smile, they just make me smile.<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"> </div><p style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">I love daisies, they are the happiest flowers in the world,<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"> </div><p style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">smiling because there is just so much to smile about when there is you.<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"> </div><p style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"> </div><p style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">
<br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">I love dressing in a suit, putting my hair into a bun. <o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"> </div><p style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">It puts me in character.<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"> </div><p style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">I love that I need my berries and yoghurt in the morning,<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"> </div><p style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">and that you always have them at yours.<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"> </div><p style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"> </div><p style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">
<br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">I love dreaming about things I want to do,<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"> </div><p style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">and talking about how they are going to come true,<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"> </div><p style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">and I love that you love to dream too.<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"> </div><p style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"> </div><p style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">
<br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">I love being in photos,<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"> </div><p style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">and dressing to make a memory,<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"> </div><p style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">especially when they are taken and made by you.<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"> </div><p style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"> </div><p style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">
<br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">I love listening to a song,<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"> </div><p style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">which you know the lyrics to.<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"> </div><p style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">And I love it when you try to sing,<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"> </div><p style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">you make me want to sing too.<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"> </div><p style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"> </div><p style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">
<br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">I love reading quotes from people with interesting thoughts.<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"> </div><p style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">and I love to quote them in conversations.<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"> </div><p style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">I also love that you love to do this too.<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"> </div><p style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"> </div><p style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">
<br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">I love that I love everything about being with you,<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"> </div><p style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">simply because I do.</span></p><p style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">
<br /><o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"> </div><p style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> Rose Kuruvillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02076720442785169324noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865348.post-71420835808385885012009-03-23T04:21:00.000+00:002009-03-23T12:21:41.143+00:00Into You<span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">I like it when the stars fall</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">into my eyes </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">when I gaze at them.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">I like it when the waves flow</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">into my ears</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">when I listen to them.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">I like it when a flower blooms</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">its scent rubs on my nose</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">when I smell them. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">I like it when a strawberry crushes,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">squeezing the taste onto my toungue</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">as I taste them.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">I like it when you look at me,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">you look into my eyes,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">and you see my soul.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">I like it when you touch me,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">you touch every bit of me,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">leaving me only wanting more...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">I like it.</span>Rose Kuruvillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02076720442785169324noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865348.post-20411909457284644582008-08-18T14:32:00.002+01:002008-08-18T14:34:35.841+01:00Mixed feelings and some change...<span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">When you break up, it usually means it is time for a change.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">I am at a cross road. I am standing there confused as to which direction I should head. So many choices to make, so little time. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">There is a path which encompasses the want of a partner. Someone whom wants to care, someone who wants to love, wants to cherish, and most of all who wants to be a witness to my life. Off course, being one from a fresh break up, all these feelings may just be expected from this vulnerable state. But I pause to wonder, if this vulnerability is really just an excuse not to sound so silly. Maybe it is really what my mind is seeking. I am hurt by the break up, and every day I wish it never happened. Every day I wish I could turn back time to when he loved me to bits. Every day I wish I never did anything to hurt him. Every day I wonder if I ever deserved him.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">On some days I tell myself I don’t deserve him... and on some days I tell myself, I just have a bruised ego, and I sure as hell am worth more than that, it is him that does not deserve me. It gets me no where except be like a game of ping pong hoping that someone scores a point soon, indicating the choice I make. Right now, it just be nice to have someone, be all that he was to help me get through this vulnerable state. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">There is another path which is purely career based. As a lot of you know, I just graduated with a Bachelors in Laws and am going to undertake the Bar Vocational Course this September onwards. Yes, it is pretty much set for me, a career as a Barrister. I like the plan, and I want to be a really good barrister too. Then for those of you who know me well, there is the book to publish, tea house to build, and a glass house, a library, and my zoo. They say when you do really well in your career that is when your personal life becomes pretty much non-existent. Do I really want all that success?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">There is the neutral path, which is to lay back and take life a step at a time. I do not like this path, as I love planning ahead. I love dreaming. I have ambitions. I love laying it all down and making it happen. With such a neutral path, I get the temporary distraction. I get only a pinch of paranoia, and I get a chance to get over this break up slowly. I get to make new friends, and enemies. I get to do what I feel like doing without having to think about what he might think. I get to be me. But this path is only a detour. It will eventually leave me to another junction, where I will have to decide between taking either one of the first two paths... </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">For now, I think I need a bit of change. Mars Chocolate Bar is no longer my favourite chocolate. It is now MnMs with no peanuts. Few more changes will be made. Another major change that will affect a lot of you is my decision to make this blog private for various reasons. I have decided to make it more personal. As a few of you know, I wrote a chic lit, and I wanted to publish it. It was supposed to be for him. I decided I am not going to publish it, but for those of you whom have been long awaited it, I am going to post chapters up slowly, so please do not pester me for not wanting to publish. This is the rough manuscript. Looking up some copyright laws before it goes up to play safe. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Some of you will be personally invited to be a reader of this blog. For those of you who feel that I may not be sending you an invite, and want to be a reader of this blog, do drop a comment on this post, along with an email add (preferably gmail ) and I will see to it, that you get one. This blog will go private sometime early September. Invites will be sent when that happens. Thank you all for reading my blog. I hope it has in some way changed you. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">It is time for a change!</span>Rose Kuruvillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02076720442785169324noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865348.post-9543973267461194312008-06-08T07:33:00.000+01:002008-06-08T07:33:00.959+01:00Moving on<span style="color:#cc33cc;"><span><span><span>I finally finished my law degree.<br />Im home. (or at least it's where my family lives)<br /><br />It has been so different.<br />The place looks the same.<br />Nothings changed.<br />the billboard still parading the event that took place 3 years ago,<br />the mamak man still making food in the heat,<br />the forces still taking bribes,<br />the heat, still ridiculous.<br /><br />But now I feel something missing.<br />Has the world moved on without me?<br />Did the tiger roar when everyone was sleeping?<br /><br />Why wont he fight for me?<br /><br />The one that makes me happy,<br />now chooses to keep his distance,<br />and draw his own path on the ground.<br /><br />Gone are the days when he went out of the way, just to see me.<br />gone are the days when he did not care about anything, unless if it was about me.<br />gone are those days....<br /><br />now everything is different...<br /><br />and I have to make a decision as to what it is I want to do about it.<br /><br />As of today, I will return to the UK in exactly 3 months. Yes I booked my ticket today.<br />I cant stop thinking whether I am worth the fight? coz I would have given up a long time ago....<br /><br />I cant decide. I dont want to.<br /><br />sigh.</span></span></span></span>Rose Kuruvillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02076720442785169324noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865348.post-26268192761546892552008-01-17T06:11:00.000+00:002008-01-16T22:12:08.972+00:00Tattoo<span style="color:#cc33cc;">You are like a tattoo,<br />I let you in my life,<br />and the love hurts,<br />and its impossible to erase you.<br /><br />and the only way possible,<br />will hurt me a million times more.<br /><br />So Ill keep the tattoo and spare the hurt.</span>Rose Kuruvillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02076720442785169324noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865348.post-40209665650726064042008-01-17T06:03:00.000+00:002008-01-16T22:05:38.280+00:00I'll do it for you<span style="color:#cc33cc;">I feel alone, in a room filled with people.<br />This feeling of content that I cant seem to locate.<br />Being away from you,<br />just makes everything seem worse.<br /><br />Deep under the moonlit sky,<br />I dream of kissing you,<br />the blackened trees shadows<br />the mystery of the night.<br /><br />who am I kidding?<br /><br />you aren't by my side....<br />though I wish you were...<br /><br />everday longing to see you fall in love with me,<br />all over again...<br /><br />why wont you fall in love with me?<br />why do you keep doing the things<br />that you know will drive me away?<br />why baby, why?<br /><br />you say you love me...<br />but baby, do you really mean it?<br />do you know what love is to me?<br /><br />what is love to you baby?<br />is it just a foolish game lovers play?<br />or is it something with much more responsibility.<br /><br />I need you to know what you want.<br />Let's not play pretend.<br />It's only gonna end up hurting somebody.<br /><br />I want you.<br />I want you to know that I want you,<br />and I wanna love you the way you deserve to be loved.<br /><br />Im sorry for my shortcomings,<br />and to make up for it,<br /><br />I promise to love you,<br />and to me, the more I fall for you,<br />the more it helps me become a stronger person.<br /><br />and baby, I'll do it for you..<br /><br />This I promise you.</span>Rose Kuruvillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02076720442785169324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865348.post-5639208623922486352008-01-07T22:00:00.000+00:002008-01-07T14:00:52.731+00:00Music speaks and no one listens<span style="color:#cc33cc;">I listen to music,</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">and it speaks to me.</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">It's telling me a mix of things, </span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">to confuse me.</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Music is good.</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">depending on my mood.</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">but today it keeps speaking,</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">of something that I am seeking.</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">How come it's unfamiliar? </span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">The same song, oh so peculiar?</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">It seems clear but yet there is depth, </span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">in the meaning it longs to set.</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Music speaks and no one listens...</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Just like me speaking,</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">with no listeners...</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">But you puzzle me as you listen, </span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">but you might just be hearing, </span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">just like the other...</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">No one listens...</span>Rose Kuruvillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02076720442785169324noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865348.post-71897103290243422912007-12-10T19:35:00.000+00:002007-12-10T19:51:12.714+00:00Christmas will be different<span style="color:#cc33cc;">It is the christmas season...</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">what should I expect?</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Sometimes I wonder if this year, christmas is going to be different.</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Being in a different continent, </span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">different environment,</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">different friends,</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">different hopes and expectations,</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">different ways of living,</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">different ideals,</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">different desires,</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">different goals,</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">everything so different...</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">different.</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">If I was a guardian angel, </span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">I'd send you your one wish, </span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">and that is for me to have a good christmas this year. </span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">The same wish you wish for every year.</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">This year is gonna be so different,</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">first christmas without you in a long time...</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">I dont know what to expect,</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">maybe I should not expect anything,</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">that way I might just enjoy every bit that is gonna take place...</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">But love,</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Things are so different for me this christmas, </span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">So maybe it's this year, that will make a difference....</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">a difference for me,</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">a difference for you,</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">and a difference for us...</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">but maybe not...</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">I am sorry I cant be there this christmas...</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">My heart still pains for you everyday...</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">and I am waiting to be in you arms again,</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">if you give me that chance....</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Im hoping for a different christmas this year...</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">(oh gosh... Here I go expecting too much again.)</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">to you my love,</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">always and forever...</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span>Rose Kuruvillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02076720442785169324noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865348.post-4982201477430607182007-11-14T20:37:00.000+00:002007-11-14T12:41:02.560+00:00Tulips<span style="color:#cc33cc;">I feel like picking tulips today.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">It is an amusing feeling. I dont know why I want to do so, but that is what I want to do. </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">I felt like this since I got your morning message today. The message was unexpected, completely appreciated. It made me feel so much better. I don’t know what it is. Maybe it is me knowing that you are thinking about me. It is a truly amazing feeling to hear from you. </span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">One message, and it is enough to make my day. You always do the exact right thing and you put a smile on my face for the rest of the day. It is like my body is attracted to you. Every time it sees you, my face muscles weaken and It forces a smile. My mind is at peace when I hear from you. Desire and passion running through my mind and it craves for you, wanting every bit of you.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">The soul would have no rainbow if the eyes had no tears. You embrace my soul each morning, and touch my soul at night, and today I feel like picking tulips.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Pink tulips.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Hmmmm.</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span>Rose Kuruvillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02076720442785169324noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865348.post-66903062451347251672007-09-04T06:02:00.000+01:002007-09-03T15:02:13.262+01:00Jitters<span style="color:#993399;">11 days more in Malaysia.</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Im leaving on a jet plane,</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">and I dont know when I'll be back again.</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">I'm starting to feel like I'm leaving behind a huge part of me.</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">It's a lonesome feeling....</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">I feel suffocated. I can't Breathe.</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">My life flashes back at me from time to time.</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">I don't know what's happening to me.</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">This is me.</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">The girl who was, and still is so excited about leaving for the UK.</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">I'm Nervous.</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">My bags are already fully packed,</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">yet I feel like I still have so much more to pack...</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Why, oh why am I feeling like this???</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Jitters....</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Baby, </span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">kiss me and smile for me,<br />tell me tht you'll wait for me,<br />hold me like you'll never let me know....</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Its so painful, the process of leaving.</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Jitters...</span>Rose Kuruvillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02076720442785169324noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865348.post-24384432980600177392007-09-02T06:22:00.000+01:002007-09-01T15:29:20.554+01:00The concept of equality is rigid<span style="color:#993399;">I've always worked hard for the things I really want. </span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">And I get them... </span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">At least I am satisfied with the results of determination. </span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">I am determined.</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Always have been... </span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">I've felt the stress of determination, </span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">the pressure of a willing mind, </span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">and bore a positive attitude. </span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">I've achieved to this end quite a bit. </span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">because like I said, </span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">I've always worked hard for the things I really want.</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">But now I wonder, If it is all worth it? </span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">If it was ever fair at all? </span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">So many people, </span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">different limitations, </span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">different amount of hard work, </span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">yet all achieve the same outcome... </span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Why are we made this way? </span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Some to understand in just a day, </span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">and someone to never understand at all. </span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Why do people fight for equality, </span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">when no one is equal? </span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Is equality measured generally? </span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">and if so, then why bother to measure, </span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">yet alone to speak of it? </span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Life on its own is unequal to everyone. </span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">The only thing that we all have in common, </span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">is the fact that we all dont know when our life will end, </span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">we can only hope, pray, and wonder. </span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">But we will never know for sure.... </span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">I am 21 years old, </span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">and I am still determined to do what I want to do. </span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">But I still stop and wonder every now and then, </span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">why I am so determined when the outcome is similar for everyone... </span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">The concept of equality remains rigid.</span>Rose Kuruvillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02076720442785169324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865348.post-36753905730225545472007-08-11T07:45:00.000+01:002007-08-10T16:46:28.830+01:00Once upon a time, you used to smile....<span style="color:#993399;">Once upon a time, you used to smile.</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Everytime...</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Everytime you saw me, </span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">You would have a glow in your face;</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">like a fresh light bulb telling the world it exists.</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Everytime...</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Everytime you spoke to me,</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">You would grin from ear to ear,</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">while your eyes watched me admiringly;</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">as if I were an object of perfection,</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">and as if we were having the perfect conversation.</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Everytime you touched me,</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">My nerves would tremble,</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">My thoughts go blank,</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">and I am lost in your world;</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Everytime...</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Everytime you kissed me,</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">you made me feel like you wanted me,</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">that you needed me,</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">while butterflies kicked inside of me,</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Everytime.</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">I secretly wanted you too...</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Everytime I squelled at something cute, </span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">you would quietly let out a laugh,</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">that told me that you adored me;</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">like a new kitten that you would wanna keep...</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Everytime you hugged me,</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">I felt a sense of belonging,</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">and I just want to stay in your arms;</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">In you arms, I feel safe...</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Everytime you said you loved me,</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">I knew you meant it.</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">and how I wish you knew, </span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">that I was feeling the same way about you.</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Everytime...</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Once upon a time, you used to smile,<br />Everytime...<br /><br />Now, its different.<br />Everytime, is once upon a time.</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Everytime you see me,</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">It feels like Im just an obligation,</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">an obligation that you are forced to please.</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Everytime you speak to me,</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">It feels like you are tired of talking,</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">then we slowly start arguing,</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">both of us like bad lawyers,<br />trying to prove a pointless case...</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Everytime you touch me,</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">you want more of me,</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">like a simple touch on the hand would mean nothing. </span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">You would need so much of me, </span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">to feel me...</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Everytime you kiss me,</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">its like you want to be in a moment,</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">a moment that I just cant feel anymore...</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">When I squelled at something cute,</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">you told me to grow up,</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">as if it was something you always hated in me.</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Everytime I say I love you,</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">I wonder if you even hear me;</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">When I say I need you,</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">I wonder if you believe me;</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Everytime, everytime...</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Once upon a time, you used to smile,</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Everytime...</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span>Rose Kuruvillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02076720442785169324noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865348.post-81094393000051729432007-08-03T14:20:00.000+01:002007-08-03T14:43:37.121+01:00Excited<span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">Hello Bloggers...</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">I apologise for not posting anything for the past 8 months. Truth is I just haven't been inspired. It's probably due to the stress of final exams which was in June. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">I have completed Year 2 of my law degree at HELP University. Now I am off to the University of Liverpool, UK, for my final year. I leave on September 13th, so friends, come chill with me before I leave.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">While waiting for my results, I took part in a Mooting Competition with my partner, Christine Ellis. We put in alot of effort in to win this competition, and we did. We won a months internship with Messrs Skrine & Co (biggest law firm in Msia), RM 500 each, invidual trophies, and names on the Rolling trophy.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">After the Mooting Competition, I did a 3 week attachment at Messrs Bodipalar Ponnudurai Nathan, advocates, and solicitors (BPN). My master here was Mr Anand Ponnudurai, himself. He is a well known lawyer who specializes in Industrial Relations, which is the area of law I want to major in. My stint at BPN was the best attachment ever. I learnt so much, I was treated with respect, given challenging work to do, and the people at BPN were just the friendliest bunch of people I have ever met. BPN rocks!</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">At this moment, I am doing the one month attachment I won with Skrine. I've only been there for 3 days. Thus I shall reserve my comments for a later date.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">I am so excited about going to UK. So many preps, ie. things to get, people to catch up with, certs to pick up, organise finances,etc.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">I just ordered a dell laptop. It's Red in colour!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">I got new sports shoes, and court shoes too!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">hmmmm.... so many more thigns to get.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">Will keep you guys updated with more posts.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">Thanks for reading my blog!</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">Love you guys so much!!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"></span>Rose Kuruvillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02076720442785169324noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865348.post-1166232973888798562006-12-16T17:30:00.000+00:002006-12-16T01:36:13.900+00:00Art of the silent drum<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;">Art of the silent drum</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;">My head is thumping.<br />I feel the adrenaline rush.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;">A mixed feeling of foolishness, and happiness.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;">They treat me like a gem,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;">why did I ever step on their polished shoes?</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;">or say that they had piled up issues?</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;">Now I feel like an empty tin can,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;">empty vessels make more noise.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;">why cant, I sit and learn the art of the silent drum,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;">and live my life with more dignity and grace?</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;">Wind silently speaks,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;">and hushes the thumping.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;">hush hush....</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;">time to sleep.</span>Rose Kuruvillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02076720442785169324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865348.post-1165451354975190512006-12-07T16:26:00.000+00:002006-12-07T00:29:14.993+00:00Love and loss<span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">Love and loss</span><br /><br />Last night was a very painful night. Something happened, and I realised there really is no such thing as fairy tale relationship. You can believe all you want, but then one day reality strikes and you find your prince charming turned into an ugly old frog, the evil witch puts curse on you, and will probably rule the world at the end of the story. No more happy endings.<br /><br />I want to share two things with all my readers.<br /><br />First is the song "The Book of Love" by Peter Gabriel.<br />This song, is so sweet, yet it is no fairy tale. Its a reality check.Those of you who undestand the words to this song, you should love someone this way, not by the "book of love".<br /><br />I love this song. It is also played in Shall We Dance.<br /><br />-The Book of Love-<br />by Peter Gabriel<br /><br />The book of love is long and boring<br />No one can lift the damn thing<br />It's full of charts and facts and figures and instructions for dancing<br />But I, I love it when you read to me<br />And you<br />You can read me anything<br />The book of love has music in it<br />In fact that's where music comes from<br />Some of it is just transcendental<br />Some of it is just really dumb<br />But I, I love it when you sing to me<br />And you<br />You can sing me anything<br />The book of love is long and boring<br />And written very long ago<br />It's full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes<br />And things we're all too young to know<br />But I, I love it when you give me things<br />And you<br />You ought to give me wedding rings<br />And I, I love it when you give me things<br />And you<br />You ought to give me wedding rings<br />And I, I love it when you give me things<br />And you<br />You ought to give me wedding rings<br />You ought to give me wedding rings<br /><br />-end-<br /><br />Second is the poem "One Art" written by Elizabeth Bishop.<br />This is a poem about loss, and how to deal with it. I like the way she writes, and I agree with her.<br /><br />-One Art-<br />by Elizabeth Bishop<br /><br /></span><pre style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"><span style="font-size:130%;">The art of losing isn't hard to master;<br />so many things seem filled with the intent<br />to be lost that their loss is no disaster.<br /><br />Lose something every day. Accept the fluster<br />of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.<br />The art of losing isn't hard to master.<br /><br />Then practice losing farther, losing faster:<br />places, and names, and where it was you meant<br />to travel. None of these will bring disaster.<br /><br />I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or<br />next-to-last, of three loved houses went.<br />The art of losing isn't hard to master.<br /><br />I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,<br />some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.<br />I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.<br /><br />--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture<br />I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident<br />the art of losing's not too hard to master<br />though it may look like (<i>Write</i> it!) like disaster.</span></pre><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" >-end-<br /><br />I hope all of you who are reading this can learn something from it. Even if you dont, life is full experiences, it will teach you at the right time.<br />Keep loving, and keep it real.<br /></span>Rose Kuruvillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02076720442785169324noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865348.post-1165041191329131582006-12-02T22:30:00.000+00:002006-12-02T06:34:48.773+00:00Breathless at 3 am<span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">Breathless at 3 am</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"> </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">This morning, I woke up with a really bad asthma attack. It felt like I was fighting to live. I was wheezing so heavily, and my chest felt so tight. I could hardly think straight. I have not had this bad of an attack since I was 12 years old. My mother rushed me to Pantai, so she could get me on a nebulizer fast so I can breathe.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">Lucky for me, Pantai's emergency ward was empty, so I was attended to as soon as I got there. After taking my blood pressure, I was quickly given the nebulizer. While I lay there, breathing through the nebulizer, I was reminded of how scared I used to get when I had attack. This was when I was a child, and did not know any better. I used to be so worried that I would not survive. That I would stop breathing before any help was given to me. Everytime I had an attack I used to think I was a step closer to death, or like a cat, was a losing my nine lives so easily.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">Asthma can be a really scary thing especially if you know very little about it. Apparently it is impossible for an asthmatic to die of an asthama attack today, because once just a litte medicine has gone into your body, you are protected. There is not a single small risk of you dying once this happens. You might suffer quite a bit due to difficulties breathing, but you wont die. Now thats a real relief. I still wonder, how they can guarantee you that your life is protected with heavy dosed drugs. Guess that might be a reason why, I never stepped into the science stream. Science is about proof, but I believe in exceptions.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">Well anyways, I should get some rest now. Will keep you guys posted with my quiries of life and the things that happen around me. Thank you for bookmarking my blog.</span><br /><br /></span>Rose Kuruvillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02076720442785169324noreply@blogger.com0