Really funny!

I can still feel my tummy stinging from laughing so much.
My hubby is in one grumpy mood over our four year old telling his teachers that 'his dad is older than rain......'
I think the old guy is going through midlife crisis.

The final curtain....

Counting how many loved ones I've lost to the most cruel type of human nature, (death) I try so hard to convince myself am not scared....
I tell myself that if those loved ones of mine fearlessly went through the inescapable route of life, so can I.
But to be truthful, am bloody terrified!
It must be painful breathing one's last breath....
And where do we go when we finally bite the terrible dust?
Do heaven and hell really exist?

So many questions, so few answers....

Burying the dream.

A time comes when that beautiful dream we've been chasing after all our lives runs a million miles way ahead of us.
Weary and teary, but knowing our happiness depends on us catching it, we carry on with the thorny chase-race.....still hoping...

And before we realise it, we've reached an impasse, a cul-de-sac....that place where we can't go no further..............
Before we know it, we are left with only that impossible choice, the ultimate - Burying the dream.....

Man in the mirror.

I can't stop wondering what Michael Jackson really felt about "man in the mirror"?

Love hurts??

Sorry, despite my outpouring sea of tears yesterday, am still in the middle of an emotional storm. There is just no way out for me!
I was reading something about love where someone made a comment about how love hurts.

Does love really hurt?
Nah, love is beautiful.
The only time it hurts, and real' bad, is when its unrequited or unbalanced. If ever you've experienced either of the two types of love, then you really have been to the loneliest place of life.

Emotional Stains.

Just in case you are interested, I didn't go to work today.
Yes, I had one of those cloudy mornings and decided to feel sorry for my silly ass at home.
I needed to give my soul a thorough cleansing by having a good cry, alone. Not that it helps much, but it makes me feel a wee better.
After drenching my pillow with salty tears, I drifted into a troubled dreamless sleep.

I am so sad coz I can't seem to wash away certain emotional stains. Am disturbed coz I just can't seem to get past certain unresolved feelings.
The object of my affection is the focal point of my chronically emotional disorder. This object of my desires has grown onto my most vital organ like a malignant tumour, its causing me so much pain.

As I sit here, typing this, a new flood of tears is threatening to pour out. Trying to blink it back is becoming an excruciating test of mental strength.
Why do I even feel this way?
Ofcourse, trying to figure out an answer for that is a total fiasco.
There is no web page I haven't browsed, looking for answers for my condition - a heartache beyond fathomlessness.

All the inspirational quotes, sayings and articles I have read about accepting fate remain meaningless and senseless to me.
When it comes to the "epicenter of my heart", I'm indispensably stuck. I just can't seem to accept its over.......

***some stains we get along life's road are just so indelible they can't be bleached away****

A true STAR - Michael Jackson.

God put each and everyone of us on earth for a special purpose (though am yet to discover what my purpose is...).

Anyway, Michael Joseph Jackson's only purpose on this planet was to entertain.

And he did that, alright.....

He entertained!

The one to beat his record is yet to be born.

RIP MJ.