Monday, August 22, 2005
Hugs *muakss*
What gives? It’s only a hug, right? You’re bloody wrong. Yeah and I know I’m right.
Ever since the dawn of time, physical touches have been channels to show affection towards another party. Newborns thrive on that. They bask in it as if it was the warm summer sun. Toddlers stop crying when Mommy gave them a hug and their sore thumb a kiss. Kids feel secure and protected when Mom and Dad tucked them into bed. Teenagers learn to seek physical touch from other significant individuals as they near adulthood. Adults continue to have the need to feel loved even though they have become tougher and are more able to shield their emotions from others. As they age well into their twilight years, they continue to cherish the loving touch from a loved one.
This is SO major and yet people today seemed contented to let it be. My gosh, they probably should just declare a day as Hug Day and put in on the public holidays list.
I mean how could they, how could you??
A hug or a kiss or a small squeeze on the shoulder could mean so much to the person especially during times of need. You have no idea when is that coming. But rest assured, you will be doing that person a mega major favor just like that.
Go hug someone now, this moment, today.
Posted by Berenice at 8:37 PM
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Wednesday, August 10, 2005
Going over
There I was, on the night of 12 July 2005, standing by my luggage as it continued to drizzle. There were puddles every where. The day was already a gloomy day for me,in fact the night shower tripled the effect.We boarded the coach around 10pm. I slowly nodded off, as the coach sped through the highways.
Before i knew it, 6 hours had passed, and we've reached the Johor customs. We dragged ourselves over to the counter and had our passports scanned. Afraid that the bus may leave without us, we rushed out and boarded the bus together with other fellow passengers. The coach cruised into the causeway and that, for the longest time ever that i've been waiting, a view of the causeway which has been featured on the news every so often.
We alighted with our luggage to queue up at the Singaporean Immigrations and Checkpoints Authority. For some reason, we had neglected to fill in the Disembarkation Form. Taking our forms, we went off to fill it in in a corner and returned for a requeue. That requeue took quite a while, so much so, that it delayed us for almost an hour plus.
Lugging the heavy bags, we ran out, hoping in vain that the coach had waited for us. Heck, turned out that it did not. There i was with my parents, stranded at some bus station at 4 am in Singpapore. It was really a wicked way to kick off my stay in this country.
Fortunately, Dad managed to pursuade another coach driver to take us out of that darn station and take us into the city. We boarded the coach and alighted in front of some hotel. There were a zillion taxis surrounding us. We picked one and off we went to my aunt's place, which i'm exceedingly grateful for...