Scratch

Let's be Pooh and Piglet.
You'll be the Pooh and I'll be Piglet.
Pooh and Piglet.


Tiddly-tum, rum-ti-tum.
Pom-

POM!

A good listener

knows how to draw a person out.
By showing care. As though what is being said matters.


Instead of giving lukewarm, detached responses.

You know,

you could say (nicely and politely),

"No thanks, I'd rather not, I don't have the time."

Instead of,

"I will catch up with you tom. then."

And then don't.

I Hope You Dance

I hope you never lose your sense of wonder
You get your fill to eat but always keep that hunger
May you never take one single breath for granted
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed

I hope you still fell small when you stand beside the ocean
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens
Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance

I hope you dance...I hope you dance

I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance
Never settle for the path of least resistance
Livin' might mean takin' chances but they're worth takin'
Lovin' might be a mistake but it's worth makin'

Don't let some hell-bent heart leave you bitter
When you come close to sellin' out reconsider
Give the heavens above more than just a passing glance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance

I hope you dance...I hope you dance

Time is a wheel in constant motion always rolling us along.
Tell me who wants to look back on their years and wonder
where those years have gone.

I hope you dance...I hope you dance
I hope you dance

Answer

Cast me gently into morning
For the night has been unkind
Take me to a place so holy
That I can wash this from my mind
The memory of choosing not to fight.

Life for Rent

09. If you'd bother, that is.

Kindda hovering over 05 too but I don't have the courage. So far. Maybe it's all building up, like a dam.

Trying to get out

of a hole you've dug for yourself's near impossible.

Same situation, different name.
I shouldn't complain about getting shit when I said come what may in the beginning, eh.

Anyway, I'm not feeling sorry for myself right now.

It's been so long,

I'm almost reluctant to break the silence here.
Feels strange. Oh well.

Today was a beautiful day. Clear blue skies; fat, juicy clouds. Bright, warm and windy. Liz's leaving for Bangladesh today, has to be in the airport by 8.20 pm. The Salwar Kameez she borrowed from Joann and Yi-Ki's really pretty. Hope she is able to buy some there.

I wonder what it would be like if I was also going.