RRKP

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CowboyCaleb

This is a good post I read recently:
http://cowboycaleb.liquidblade.com/index.php/archives/2006/09/10/who-hath-the-hardest-nipples/

Extracted this for your reading....
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The problem with friends, is that you never really know where you stand with them. Are you high up on their hiearchy, or way down on the list? Confound it, one needs to be a mindreader these days because people are getting more and more complex as a result of the Intarwebs and sitcoms like The Sopranos.

When we face an issue with a certain person, as a result of their actions - we sometimes choose to ignore what they have done simply because we fear our greatest worry may be indeed correct and therefore devastate us. So that’s why we all go along in life, hating one another for slights and hurts that our friends have inflicted upon us, all the while sipping our cappucino doubles and laughing away with one another sitting down in a cafe, pretending all is well.

This is the reason why Lucy will not ask Tom if he did indeed have a one night stand with her best friend. If he told her the truth, her world may crash and she would not be able to go on living.

This is also the reason why Ah Teck and Jerry are no longer really best friends because one night Jerry refused to drive Ah Teck to the hospital to visit a really sick relative by lying that he was not at home (he was at home and even answered the phone when another friend called him there later).

So there you have it. People pretending to be friends. People pretending to get along. People hoping that time will heal their broken little petty hearts.

You f97king morons. Use the marvels of the Intarwebs.

Send him/her an email, and ask:

“Why did you do it?”

Juz read Mr Brown's bloggie again, found this in the archives, very touching. So share, it's something he said to his wife, anyways, his eldest girl is autistic. Good parents make a huge difference to their kids life.

From www.mrbrown.com

Tuesday, August 02, 2005

Title : Sleeping

It is late, we just finished watching a movie. And we are curled up in bed, watching Faith breathe as she sleeps. In her slumber, you almost believe that her glass wall, her autism, isn't there.

The movie's theme song, The Blower's Daughter, by Damien Rice, is still echoing in our minds. Long after the disc stopped playing the music video, long after the television was turned off.

"I can't take my eyes off of you
I can't take my eyes off you..."


"I am fat," she says.

"No, you're not. You look very nice with your little tummy. I don't know why you feel this way."

"She is beautiful," she says, looking at Faith.

"She is."

"Sometimes, I see the dolls, and I want to buy them for her. But I know she will not play with them," she says.

"It's okay, it is a matter of time. Her timing is different. By the time this one," I pat her tummy, "comes, she may be ready to play with dolls then."

"I want her to be well."

"I know. But all she wants is to be loved. And accepted for who she is."

"Does she know we love her?"

"I think so. She knows it though she cannot tell us she knows it."

"Did she call you Pa today?"

"Yes, she did, several times. She had not said it for a while, but today she did," I smile in the dark.

"Did she want you to carry her?"

"Yes, she did, and she whispered Pa when she wanted to be carried. It was fun playing with the two of them, her brother and her. But tiring."

"I want her to be well."

"I know. But all she wants is to be loved. And that is more important than anything else we give her as her parents. If she gets well from her condition, it is a bonus. But the best we can give her is our love."

"Yes."

'Now go to sleep."

"You will clear the dustbin in the kitchen?"

"Yes, I will do that now."