You know the strange thing about marriage? The way we take things for granted? We always go to bed at night, listening to our spouse’s breathing and heartbeat as we drift away to sleep, and we think that we will always have that.
We never realize that such privilege, could actually be taken away from you until it’s too late. And when it’s too late, we often cling to what that’s already lost… unable to let go.
Things happens in a marriage and in a relationship. And they are not always good things. Fights happens. Misunderstandings happens. Infidelity and unfaithfulness happens. Death happens . All sort of unimaginable things happens to tear us apart and sometimes., we fall out of love without even realizing it. We no longer do things to please our other half, and we forget why we fell in love in the first place. Sacrifices, memories, are of no value as for some, love is seasonal.
Sometimes, it hurts, so, so much, to the point that you wish that you can just forget and move on. Time is not not quite a healer, but forgetfulness is definitely a healer.
How many of you, can proudly say that you will walk side by side with your spouse until he or she walks with his or her walking canes in their hands? Love… and even marriage is such a fragile thing. Nobody can guarantee that you will live a happily ever after with your spouse til the golden age.
Marriage and relationship is full of uncertainties, and would not come to a full circle until you can file up a picture of you and your spouse holding metal walking canes in your hands while standing side by side in your family album.
Cleffairy: We often say til Death do us apart or for as long as we both shall live. But how many actually get there?
I’ve been watching Lois & Clark the New Adventures of Superman as well as Stitch lately, and both of the shows reminds me of Elvis. (Cuz the character Perry White from Superman and the doggy-alien Stitch adores Elvis)
And like Stitch and Perry… I love the King too. The King had such a strong voice, and all of his songs are memorable and evergreen. They are just timeless. I grew up with his songs, and I remembered dancing on my father’s feet to those songs when I was just a little girl.
My all time favourite from the King himself are the songs below. Just like Stitch and Perry. My my… why the hell am I not some fictional character? I shared quite a lot of traits with a lot of fictional characters!
Hound Dog
You ain’t nothin’ but a hound dog
Cryin’ all the time
You ain’t nothin’ but a hound dog
Cryin’ all the time
Well, you ain’t never caught a rabbit
And you ain’t no friend of mine
Well they said you was high-classed
Well, that was just a lie
Yeah they said you was high-classed
Well, that was just a lie
Well, you ain’t never caught a rabbit
And you ain’t no friend of mine
You ain’t nothin’ but a hound dog
Cryin’ all the time
You ain’t nothin’ but a hound dog
Cryin’ all the time
Well, you ain’t never caught a rabbit
And you ain’t no friend of mine
[instrumental interlude]
Well they said you was high-classed
Well, that was just a lie
Yeah they said you was high-classed
Well, that was just a lie
Well, you ain’t never caught a rabbit
And you ain’t no friend of mine
[instrumental interlude]
Well they said you was high-classed
Well, that was just a lie
Ya know they said you was high-classed
Well, that was just a lie
Well, you ain’t never caught a rabbit
And you ain’t no friend of mine
You ain’t nothin’ but a hound dog
Cryin’ all the time
You ain’t nothin’ but a hound dog
Cryin’ all the time
Well, you ain’t never caught a rabbit
You ain’t no friend of mine
Fools Rush In
Wise Men say
only fools rush in
but I cant help
falling in love with you
Shall I stay
would it be a sin
if I can’t help falling in love with you…
Like a river flows, surely to the sea
Darlin so it goes, somethings are meant to be..
Take my hand, take my whole life too
for I can’t help fallin in love with you…
Like a river flows, surely to the sea
Darlin so it goes, somethings are meant to be..
Take my hand take my whole life too for I cant help
falling in love with you
for I cant help falling in love with…… you.
Heartbreak Hotel
Well, since my baby left me,
Well I found a new place to dwell.
Well It’s down at the end of Lonely Street
At Heartbreak Hotel.
Where I’ll be…
I’ve been so lonely baby,
Well I’m so lonely,
I’ll be so lonely I could die.
Oh although it’s always crowded,
You still can find some room.
For broken hearted lovers
To cry away their gloom.
They’ll be so…
They’ve been so lonely baby
They’ll be so lonely,
They’re so lonely they could die.
Now, the bell hop’s tears keep flowin’,
and the desk clerk’s dressed in black.
Well they been so long on Lonely Street
They never ever look back.
They’ll be so…
And its so lonely baby,
Well they’re so lonely,
Well they’re so lonely they could die.
Well, if your baby leaves you,
And you got a tale to tell.
Well just take a walk down Lonely Street
To Heartbreak Hotel.
Where you will be…
You’ll be so lonely baby
Where you’ll be lonely
You’ll be so lonely you could die.
Oh although it’s always crowded
You still can find some room.
For broken hearted lovers to cry away their gloom.
They’ll be so…
They’ve been so lonely baby
Well they’re so lonely
They’ll be so lonely they could die.
Do you have any particular favourite from the King? 😀
Cleffairy: Can you hear me singing a medley over here… “You’re nothing but a hound dog, barking all the time… but I can’t help, falling in love with you… Well just take a walk down Lonely Street… To Heartbreak Hotel… They’ll be so lonely they could die….!” God forbids my world from drowning… hahaha… I don’t think my voice could actually sound like a sweet siren that could lead the sailors to their deaths. My voice can be likened to a toad. *ribbit… ribbitt… * (Kiss me and I’ll turn into a princess? LMAO! Gee… I can go on and on and dream!)
I adore you, and I have been in love with you for as long as I could remember. I was only a little girl when I first saw you, and I admire you not for just who you are, but for what you stood for. You’re not just an ordinary hunk, but a chunk of rock that the world could lean on. You stood for justice and truth. Something that is so, very rare today.
I used to be infatuated with your alter ego, Superman. Yes, Clark. Don’t be so surprised. I know who you are. I know Superman is the man behind the spectacles. I have been fooled for a couple of years, thinking that both of you are somewhat different entity, but I see now.
You’re the same man. I am not exactly galactically stupid, you see. You may present yourself as a mild mannered reporter for the entire world to see, but I know that in truth, you’re also the man who dares to wear blazing red underwear outside of your outfit, and make it a fashion statement.
That kind of courage is something every men should learn, seriously. It is not easy to wear something awfully stupid like that in public, and yet people still dare not laugh to your face. That simply scream ‘dare to be different’, or ‘be yourself’.
I adore you, Clark. Not because you have super powers or because you leap off the building at every distant S.O.S you heard. I adore you because of the things you cannot do.
I cannot imagine how hard it is for you to be two people at the same time, and how hard it is for you when you can’t answer every single calls for help, and how it quietly tears you apart. It must be hard, isn’t it? Enduring the emotional pain all by yourself while carrying the weight of the world on your shoulder.
I know how tormented you must have felt. Despite that, you still go around telling people that everything will be all right. You have assured the whole world, and offer the world comfort when it needed you most, but… I wonder, who comforted you when you needed it most? You may be the man of Steel, but… I daresay that your heart is made of flesh and blood.
You have so many secrets…and I didn’t just mean Clark=Superman. You must have felt awfully lonely,haven’t you, Clark? You have no choice but to keep everyone at bay, so that you can protect your anonymity and to protect your loved ones too from those awful supervillians.
They can’t possibly kill you without Kryptonite, but they could definitely kill your loved ones without Kryptonite.
Supervillians are all the same. If they can’t get you, they’ll hurt your loved ones, and that’s no consolation price either. And I shudder at the thought that they could actually turn your loved ones into your enemies by just using some alien technology and make them kill you slow and bloody! That…is a fate that I think I wouldn’t even wish upon my greatest enemy. It’s ultimate cruelty.
I understand that anonymity always walks hand in hand with privacy. That is why I valued both of it so much now. Seriously speaking, I hope… it shan’t be destroyed.
I can relate to you, Clark. I am a little bit like you. I have dark secrets, and I sometimes live a lie, deceiving the whole world into thinking that I am fine when I am not. And like you, I have the conscience to offer comfort to those who needed it even when I find myself being abandoned when I needed it the most. More often than not, I have to stand up for myself, and battle my own fights all alone, just like you. Like you, being me would mean a solitary life. And like you too, being me would mean that nobody would protect me from harm.
Being Superman means that you cannot be selfish and do things as you pleased because the world depends on you. I’m like that too sometimes. Life is not just about me alone. I wish it is all about me, sometimes, though. I bet you felt the same.
I love you… not because you are perfect, but because you are imperfect and you have alot of weaknesses. But your weaknesses never stopped you from going on and on. That’s what makes you the hero of my dreams. In my eyes, nobody have the perseverance like you, or stronger than you…not in term of strength, but in terms of mentality.
I wonder how many times you have been hurt and almost killed by the Kryptonite by your enemies? I think you have lost count of it, and yet, that doesn’t stop you from saving the world over and over again. Nothing stops you from getting back on your feet, no matter how hard it is for you. That is really admirable, Clark. I wish everyone is as strong as you. You may be an alien from a long destroyed planet. But in truth, you’re a man more than other men in this world.
Women all over the world must have lusted over you because you’re so hot, virile, handsome and powerful. You could have had any women you wanted. I really do admire you for being true to your one and only. How many men these days can do that? I think not many. Such men… are at the brink of extinction.
It’s going to sound really weird, but you inspire me, Clark. And because of you, I am what I am today. You inspired me to be a reporter and a writer, and you taught me that love must be unconditional and never asking anything in return. Love is just… love. Love is giving, never expecting anything in return.
Truthfully, you are responsible for what I am today.
Each time I feel lost… and alone, I thought of you. And each time I thought of you, I don’t feel alone anymore. Thank you, Clark, for being there when I needed you most. For restoring hope each time I lost it.
I’m no longer the little girl in pigtails who dreamed to be a journalist and maybe one a day novelist. I’m all grown up now, and at some point, I was a journalist, then a novelist. You helped me make my dreams come true by showing me your life. Your life as Clark Kent in the Daily Planet inspired me.
I’m married now. I used to dream of marrying you, Clark but you’re unreachable. You’re in a fantasy world, you’re not quite real, but you’ll always have a part of my heart that belongs to no other… because you’re an alien known as Kal-el, because you’re Superman, and just because you are Clark Kent. You inspired me and you gave me hope. You made it possible for me to hang on and to achieve what I wanted to achieve.
It’s been rainy and it’s been really depressing. Everything seems to be gloomy and dark, and thank God for Resurrection in May. It arrived from US just in time to cheer me up and brightens my day… er… night. Resurrection in May gives me a yet another reason to stay away from the bloody PC and to snuggle up with a good book again before I go to sleep. This is my fifth book from Booksneeze. 😀 Can you believe it? Five free books from them. 😛
I received this book free from Thomas Nelson Publishers as part of their Booksneeze bloggers program. I was not required to write a positive review and therefore, the book review is 100% my own opinion.
Resurrection In May written by Lisa Samson revolves around May Seymour, a graduated from college with the world at her feet and no idea what to do with it. A mission trip to Rwanda brought her a sense of purpose in loving others. During the trip, the genocide began and she chose to remain in the village, which was subsequently slaughtered mercilessly. Only May survived the genocide, and she was completely traumatized by her entire experience.
So, May journeyed to heal on the farm of Claudius Borne, a sweet, old man who understood plants and animals far better than people. She stayed there for many years.
The story is then fast forward to years later and having not stepped a foot off Claudius’ farm, May learns an old college flame, now a death-row inmate, is refusing to appeal his sentence. Can she convince him to grab hold of life once again?
Their surprising friendship turns the tables, for the prisoner, Eli Campbell, has a deeper faith from which to draw than she. Eli slowly begins to pull May from her cloistered and recluse existence. With the help of Eli, their tiny town, and ultimately a renewal of faith, May comes to life once again.
This book is a story about faith, liberation, hope, and second chances. This is also a story of love. How it sneaks into your heart when you’re most unaware of it. I enjoyed the correspondence between may and Eli, and I must say, they’re touching, and could really make you think.
If you think that this book is a fluff of a fiction, then you’re dead wrong. This is no ordinary easy read. It’s emotional, melodramatic, and above all, eye-opening.
Would I recommend this book to you? Yes, cuz it’s not only beautifully and creatively written, but it’s also thoughts provoking. Resurrection in May, is a beautiful story about redemption.
I rate this 4 out of 5 star.
Cleffairy: There are things that will uplift your spirit when you’re down. There are things that will give you hope when you cry out of distress, and there are things that will strengthen your faith for God, and this book is one of it.An inspirational read, definitely.
A lot of things in life is unreachable and ephemeral. A lot of things come and go, and nothing lasts forever. Bad things may not last. Good things may not last either. But it is good that some things will be with you til you breathe your last: The Eternal Father. As long as you have an unwavering faith, that is, and He will be with you, guiding you throughout the thorny path in life.
Whatever you decide to call Him… as long as you believe in Him, He will be your hero and show you truth, nothing but the truth. You may not understand what I’m talking about, but you will know what I’m mumbling about when you let Him into your heart and allow Him to be your Knight in Shining Armour. No heroes is greater than Him.
Enough delirious words. This entry is to thank my elder sister, who gave me the greatest book of all time and a rosary. 😀 All all the books she gave me, I treasured this one the most, for it reminded me of my Hero and my saviour; the keeper of my soul.
Beautifully bound and in fiery red.
Thick, with markers and ribbons for fast reference.
Rosary for prayers and meditation.
Thank you, for the gift that reminds me that my Hero will always be with me. I’ve been reading them before I sleep, and they do keep my nightmares away.
Cleffairy: Life is harsh on the heart of a girl. And a woman. In every fairy tales, every story, every life, there is a villain. The story and fairy tales of life is the story of a long and sustained assault on one’s body and soul. But in every story there is a Hero, a saviour that will save you from the villains and what you fear. Praise Him. My Hero and saviour. One who shall not leave me for as long as I have faith in Him.
I thought it might be helpful that I post this up, as my future blog entry would refer pretty much to Chess Game- The game of war, and love played by many ancient Kings and Queens, the Lords and the Ladies, as well as commoners alike.
This is an image of ‘CHESS BOARD’ with chess pieces on it.
Chess pieces consists of:
From left to right, and their moves according to the rules of the game:
The King– The King can be moved one space in any direction but the King cannot be moved to a square that will cause him to be in check by the opponent.
The Queen-Â The Queen can be moved as many spaces as you want in any direction (including diagonal). It is usually considered to be the most powerful piece on the board. The Queen can move as far in any direction as the board will allow, or as short as one square away from its original position. But If the Queen is capturing another piece, it must stop on the square that the piece occupied.
Bishop– The Bishop can be moved diagonally as many spaces as you want. It cannot move in a straight line. Due to their movement abilities, Bishops will always end up on the same colored square (either light or dark) on which they started the game. The Bishop can move as far in one diagonal direction as the board will allow, or as short as one square away from its original position.
Knight– On each move, the Knight moves three spaces, two spaces up, down, left or right and then one space perpendicular to the first move. The move is done in an “L” shape. The Knight is the only piece on the board that can jump over other pieces during its move. The Knight will always end up on an opposite colored square from where it started. One of the “sneaky” piece in the game of chess that’s often being overlooked in a chess game once the game commenced.
Rook (Castle)-Â The Rook can be moved as many spaces as you want in any direction (except diagonal). The Rook can move as far in one direction as the board will allow, or as short as one square away from its original position. And like all other chess pieces, if the Rook is taking another piece, it must stop on the square that the piece occupied. More often than not, Rook served to “guard” The King and could exchange place with the King in a move known as “Rooking” or “Castling”.
Pawn– The Pawn only moves in a forward direction, one tile at a time. However, if it is the pawn’s first move of the game, the player has the option of moving forward either 1 or 2 tile squares. After that, they are only allowed to to move one square forward at a time. Pawns capture an opponent’s chess piece with a 1-tile diagonal move only allowed when taking an opponent’s piece. Pawns cannot be moved backwards.
Cleffairy: Each of them have their own purpose and powers in a chess game, and that alone, would make any chess game interesting.
Sometimes, men are just like Internet service provider. They provide a roof over your head, decent food on the table, occasional sex when they feel like it and they get you somewhere by driving you out and accompany you when you need a chauffeur. They also serve as a good distraction when your mind is about to blow up as a result of being too much around a bunch of misbehaved children who can’t seems to just listen to you when you make effort to talk to them.
Like many many Internet service providers, no matter how good they are, men are not faultless. They are not perfect, though pretty much of them would love to believe otherwise. Some men could not accept truth. They wanted to be perfect, and therefore, an excuse for them to find solace outside of marriage.
Despite of the good service, there’s always noise (read: a communication term) as well as interference that’s caused by many factors. These service disruptions are often caused by decrease of revenues, political issues, hardware malfunction, failing business strategies, and many more.
More often than not, unavoidable problems like these will caused you to be disconnected, and when you called up their toll free number to complain, which they always claim to be at your service all the time, regardless day or night, you will be put on hold for many countless minutes that can go up to hours.
Talking to these…’operators’ can really irk you. They never fail to annoy you and frustrate you. And instead of getting your problems solved, more problems will arise, because they don’t actually solve your problems. They delegate it elsewhere… either that, or your complaints will be disregard or served as another occupational hazards.
It is intolerable, but what choice do you actually have when you’re placed in such predicament?
Not many, isn’t it? Not when you’re binded by a legal contract that could not be broken unless you’re willing to compensate and bear the consequences by terminating the contract.
There’s always…. damages to your pocket, and your way of life when you decide to terminate a contract. This is pretty common when you’re dealing with Internet Service Providers.
And most would be unwilling to terminate the contract because they either not willing to deal with the loss or not willing to go through the hassle of starting over with a new service provider. I have to say, that sometimes, comfort zone could really cost a fortune. It stops us from venturing and trying new things and new products, and indirectly, it stops us from advancing as well.
Would it be sufficient to say that even though we’re unsatisfied with a certain service provider, we tend to stick to the one that is monopoly-ing the market because we’re wary of such nonsense, and refuse to deal with the problems all over again with a new service provider?
Cleffairy: When your ISP fails you, or annoy you, you actually have the option of not going online for a while. After all it is just fools who builds their social life by just online, and online alone. There’s much more to life than just Facebook, blogs and Twitters. Only the blind, the dumb, and the deaf would put such value to it.
Instead of looking at the headless ghost above? Well then, there’s only one way for you to meet me. In person.
Buy my book and attend my book signing that will be held soon. 😛 I’ll probably be wearing the white, zig zag dress from Irenelim Fashion.
The dress is courtesy of Irenelim Fashion Boutique, all white and comfy with zig zag pleating detail down the front, just the thing that I need for a book signing ceremony…just one simple and decent dress, nothing too elaborate.
Special thanks to Mamarazzi for editing my photos. 😀
A quote from Cleffairy’s novel:
Couldn’t they just start over and abandon their people and he suffer excruciating pain each time he uses his power and risk a short life in return of a new life with her here, with no knowledge of who she really is and what she’s destined to do?
Learning history is fun, truly. And it is amazing somehow that despite of the changing time there are things about men and women that haven’t change, and I doubt ever will change. Men are still expected to go around, parading off with their manly conquests while women are expected to look at the four walls while being saddled by children.
Some men is known throughout the history not for their achievements, but their cruelties, infidelities and how insatiable they are when it comes to women. King Henry VIII is one of those men, well known for his sexual prowess as well as ruthlessness, despite of how very much he resembled an exploding balloon in those portraits.
Many feared him in his time. He called his own legitimate children bastards, and disposed his wives as he pleased. I’m not going to delve into too much of history, but it I suppose it’s sufficient to say that men, given the power to ditch their wife and family for a more exhilarating thing without being condemned, they would. Henry VIII is one of those men, and I don’t doubt that many men in the modern era wishes that they have such power and ability as well.
Henry VIII. 6 wives. Famous for: divorce, beheaded and die, divorce beheaded, survived. 6 women married to 1 man, suffered different fate.
First wife was divorced, second one was beheaded, third wife died because of post-natal complication, fourth was divorced because she wasn’t pretty enough, fifth was accused of infidelity and therefore her head rolled of her shoulder, but fortunately for the sixth, she survived because Henry died before her and she outlived Henry.
Men and women are both guilty when it comes to both seduction and infidelities. But when things goes wrong, the blame would all be on the wife. Katherine of Aregon, Henry’s VIII first wife is a good example of it. She was only guilty of not being able to provide him a male heir.
Then came the seductress Anne Boleyn. Coaxed him to divorce the Queen and encourage him to revamp the whole England’s faith from Catholic to Protestant. Captivated by her youthful exuberance and beauty, Henry divorced Katherine, only to find that Anne was a no good whore who could only give him a girl.
At this point of history, I laughed my head off, because Henry was involved with Jane Seymour at the same time Anne was pregnant with his child. (Gee, can’t blame Henry, can you? The wife can’t have sex with him, so find someone else to slake his manly needs)
The famous whore in history soon discovered their liaison, and miscarries. Displeased by the fact that his affairs was discovered, Henry VIII soon accuse Anne of infidelities and treason, and off with her head went dear Anne. 😀
Despite having claimed that he loved Anne Boleyn more than life itself and went as far as to change England’s faith for the sake of marrying her, Henry did not even grieve for his so called ‘beloved’ wife when her head was sent rolling. Instead, he married Jane Seymour merely a few days after her death.
Amazing, isn’t it? The story after Jane was rather uninteresting, as history repeats itself after Jane’s death. Henry divorce his fourth and beheaded his fifth wife. Nothing new there. It’s like Katherine and Anne’s case all over again. Lucky number six outlived Henry, though, so I guess God is fair.
Studying history as a woman makes me believe in karma. Historians may not agree with my dimwit pondering and musing, but I do believe that never ever go and play a home-wrecker. For what it’s worth, Anne Boleyn was one, and look at what happened to her. LOL. Beheaded when Henry VIII got bored of her.
Cleffairy: I kinda agree that some men are not worth fighting for, and the best revenge a wife could take when a another woman seduce her husband is to let the woman keep him.
This is long overdue, but better late than never, no? Last week, during the Dong Zhi festival, my elder sisters pampered me with Dumplings. I had alkaline dumplings as well as the ones with meat fillings.
I was fed more than enough to satisfy my cravings for one whole year, though I wouldn’t mind being fed again. 😀 (Yes, that’s a hint. LMAO.) There’s supposed to be some alkaline dumplings from 2nd sister.
Unfortunately for them, they ended up in my tummy before I could even snap a picture of them. Talk about hungry ghosts! LMAO.
And what’s left was this:
Chicken dumpling or locally known as chicken chang. Eldest sister made this. It seems to be plain from the outside.
But the fillings inside was fit for an Ancient Chinese Queen. 😀 There’s chicken fillet in it, along with chestnuts, scallops, beans, oysters, dried shrimps, as well as salted egg yolk.
I just love being the youngest. I get to be pampered and fed. LOL. Thank you very much Da Jie and Er Jie for the dumplings you gave me.
Too bad San Jie and I are not marvelous cooks as you both obviously are. We would have fed you as well if we’re very good cooks. (I wonder if San Jie is hiding her talent? *snort*)
Cleffairy: I was born in a family where I’m not only the eldest daughter, but also the eldest grandchild for both side of my family. It is nice to be the youngest for a change. 😀
