Many of us have a sport that we enjoy.For me, as(Aaron), as all of you know is tennis. Sports benefits both our mental and physical health. However, sports can be quite dumb. Just take tennis, 2- 4 men on a court of about 30m running up and down just to hit a small yellow ball! Football, 22 men on a big grass field also running up and down with beautiful footwork just to pop in a round ball. Running is the one that tickles me the most. Running down a 400m rubber track just to see who can cross the finishing line the fastest. How hilarious! There is another thing that is as dumb as sports, i.e. world records. We always want to know who can do this and that the best, the fastest, etc.
Do not get me wrong. I am not saying that we should stop playing sports. I am just saying that the basis of doing such things can at times be dumb. We know that sports can help us relax and bring out the best in us. Sometimes or most of the time it is competition that keeps us going, to out do ourselves and show those losers who we really are.
We are on earth for a reason, so we should keep doing what we do best and make the best of what we have.
Remarks:It sounds a bit corny.But we(kb/as) are trying to put in something of more value. Haha. Hope those who read this enjoy and give your comments.Thanks a lot!
Friday, November 30, 2007
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
The enchanted tale
Once upon a time, there was a virtuous lady, Cynthia, who longed to find her dream sweetheart. Since young, friends often jeered at her as they always thought her as not demure but actually pretentious and desperate for a man. There were some who had crushes on her but she knew that the relationship was not going to last long, as they were either flirts or people who liked her physical appearance and nothing else. She wanted badly someone who truly understood her, someone who really care for her and someone who loved her.
One day, she thought her lifelong dream was coming true when she met Francis. Her first impression of him was that he was someone so different from the others. He was charismatic and a true gentleman. She first met him on a bus when she dropped her documents accidentally. Without any hesitation, Francis had helped her to pick them up. That had convinced her immediately that he was a kind and caring man. After picking them up, he even warmly asked if she had lost anything. Cynthia had quickly introduced herself and enquired of his number. From then on, everything began to change drastically for her.
Her luck began to change and everything came her way. She was often complimented for her designs, which was often done in a careless way. She even started to go out with Francis.
However, she started to have nightmares every now and then. She thought nothing of it and dismissed it as stress from work. Then one day, unexpectedly, she had a weird encounter. She saw an old woman carrying a stick, which she supposed to be a magic wand as seen in fairy tales. Out of the blue, she saw lights flickering and the old lady rising to the air. She was intrigued by what she saw, but deep in her heart, she was aghast. Then, the old woman stared hard at Cynthia in her eyes with her cold, yet blue eyes. Cynthia was startled and had her heart in her mouth. The old woman grumbled in a warm tone, “Fret not, I am a fairy, I will not harm you. I just want to tell you that your sweetheart had already appeared…”
Cynthia was not sure what had happened next but when she awoke, she saw Francis and found herself in a totally unfamiliar place. She was wondering what had happened. Yes, she remembered the fairy but could not make out whether it was a dream or a real thing that happened. She wanted to ask Francis but decided not to.
After considering what the fairy said for a long time, she decided to marry Francis who had proposed to her. However, she was urged not to do so by fellow colleague, Henry, who had admired her for a long time. She thought that Henry was just jealous and not at all truthful, thus, she ignored his admonition. Henry had long liked her and had made it clear to Cynthia, but she was influenced by the fact that Henry was one who was not serious.
Unhappy over this, Henry went to a bar to drink to drown his sorrows. Coincidentally, he spotted Francis and was about to approach him when he saw a woman getting very intimate with Francis. He was infuriated but could not make up his mind whether to tell Cynthia, as he feared that Cynthia might take it too hard. He insisted on being truthful and caring to Cynthia and he did not want her to be cheated. He telephoned her and alerted her about it. Initially, she was not convinced but after much persuasion, she came. On her entrance to the bar, she saw Francis getting cosy with a woman. Henry spotted her entry but there was no need for words. She poured the beer over Francis and slapped him before walking out.
Henry ran and chased her, afraid that something would happen to her. He held her by the shoulder and said, “Cynthia, I know you are very upset, but I meant well when I told you about Francis.”
“I know but I am really cheated by a man I had trusted fully”, Cynthia replied, frustrated. “Please, it is impossible between us, stop it, Henry”.
“Believe me, Cynthia, I am serious when I said I like you”, Henry explained, “I would do anything for you to be happy and that includes killing myself.”
Cynthia was touched but she was not assured over something, which she did not know how to voice out. That night, the fairy came again and this time, decided to help Cynthia with her doubts. Cynthia voiced out the insecurities she felt and the fairy used her wits and magic to get to work. It was all planned out.
The next day, the fairy went to look for Henry and warned him sternly that a witch kidnapped Cynthia and that Cynthia would die. Henry was frustrated. He was not going to lose his loved one like that. Hence, he asked for ways to rescue her. The witch said solemnly, “You must sacrifice yourself in exchange for her.”
Henry said without hesitation, “No problem, I would brave fire and brimstone for her.”
The fairy smiled and told him, “You have passed the test of true love, good lucks to you and Cynthia.
After that, the fairy disappeared and Cynthia appeared. She ran to him and hugged him. She was too elated and relieved over his reply. There was no need for explanation. They understood it. They had overcome obstacles to be together. They married and lived happily after.
One day, she thought her lifelong dream was coming true when she met Francis. Her first impression of him was that he was someone so different from the others. He was charismatic and a true gentleman. She first met him on a bus when she dropped her documents accidentally. Without any hesitation, Francis had helped her to pick them up. That had convinced her immediately that he was a kind and caring man. After picking them up, he even warmly asked if she had lost anything. Cynthia had quickly introduced herself and enquired of his number. From then on, everything began to change drastically for her.
Her luck began to change and everything came her way. She was often complimented for her designs, which was often done in a careless way. She even started to go out with Francis.
However, she started to have nightmares every now and then. She thought nothing of it and dismissed it as stress from work. Then one day, unexpectedly, she had a weird encounter. She saw an old woman carrying a stick, which she supposed to be a magic wand as seen in fairy tales. Out of the blue, she saw lights flickering and the old lady rising to the air. She was intrigued by what she saw, but deep in her heart, she was aghast. Then, the old woman stared hard at Cynthia in her eyes with her cold, yet blue eyes. Cynthia was startled and had her heart in her mouth. The old woman grumbled in a warm tone, “Fret not, I am a fairy, I will not harm you. I just want to tell you that your sweetheart had already appeared…”
Cynthia was not sure what had happened next but when she awoke, she saw Francis and found herself in a totally unfamiliar place. She was wondering what had happened. Yes, she remembered the fairy but could not make out whether it was a dream or a real thing that happened. She wanted to ask Francis but decided not to.
After considering what the fairy said for a long time, she decided to marry Francis who had proposed to her. However, she was urged not to do so by fellow colleague, Henry, who had admired her for a long time. She thought that Henry was just jealous and not at all truthful, thus, she ignored his admonition. Henry had long liked her and had made it clear to Cynthia, but she was influenced by the fact that Henry was one who was not serious.
Unhappy over this, Henry went to a bar to drink to drown his sorrows. Coincidentally, he spotted Francis and was about to approach him when he saw a woman getting very intimate with Francis. He was infuriated but could not make up his mind whether to tell Cynthia, as he feared that Cynthia might take it too hard. He insisted on being truthful and caring to Cynthia and he did not want her to be cheated. He telephoned her and alerted her about it. Initially, she was not convinced but after much persuasion, she came. On her entrance to the bar, she saw Francis getting cosy with a woman. Henry spotted her entry but there was no need for words. She poured the beer over Francis and slapped him before walking out.
Henry ran and chased her, afraid that something would happen to her. He held her by the shoulder and said, “Cynthia, I know you are very upset, but I meant well when I told you about Francis.”
“I know but I am really cheated by a man I had trusted fully”, Cynthia replied, frustrated. “Please, it is impossible between us, stop it, Henry”.
“Believe me, Cynthia, I am serious when I said I like you”, Henry explained, “I would do anything for you to be happy and that includes killing myself.”
Cynthia was touched but she was not assured over something, which she did not know how to voice out. That night, the fairy came again and this time, decided to help Cynthia with her doubts. Cynthia voiced out the insecurities she felt and the fairy used her wits and magic to get to work. It was all planned out.
The next day, the fairy went to look for Henry and warned him sternly that a witch kidnapped Cynthia and that Cynthia would die. Henry was frustrated. He was not going to lose his loved one like that. Hence, he asked for ways to rescue her. The witch said solemnly, “You must sacrifice yourself in exchange for her.”
Henry said without hesitation, “No problem, I would brave fire and brimstone for her.”
The fairy smiled and told him, “You have passed the test of true love, good lucks to you and Cynthia.
After that, the fairy disappeared and Cynthia appeared. She ran to him and hugged him. She was too elated and relieved over his reply. There was no need for explanation. They understood it. They had overcome obstacles to be together. They married and lived happily after.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Jean-Francois Champollion
Jean-Francois Champollion is the one first person who deciphered the ancient Egpytian language of hieroglyphs of his time.He was born in 1790. Since young he had a strong interest in languages. By the age of 20 he could speak about 12 languages apart from his native French.
When he got to Paris to better his language skills at a university, he asked a professor if they were going to learn hieroglyphs, the professor laughed at him. Many scholars at that time believed that it was just some symbols which had a meaning. However, Jean-Francois begged to differ. He believed that it was a written language, i.e written form of a spoken language.
Few years after he was borned, a stone was found. It was called the Rosetta Stone. It had three languages craved on it, Greek, hieroglyphs and one which I am not sure. The stone was found by the French in 1799. However, when Britain won the war against France, the British took over the stone. So the race to decipher the hieroglyphs was on.
Jean-Francois did it in 1822. However Jean-Francois was not happy just to stop there. In 1828, with his crew they made a trip to Egpyt. The trip was about 2-3 years.
At the age of 41, because of the trip to Egpyt was too much on his body, he passed on. His works give us insights into ancient Egpyt. This included the finding of King Tutankhamun, one of the forgotten kings of Egpyt.
Note: The above information is from my memory of watching BBC's documentary and some from wikipedia. So if you want to find out more check it out from other place.Hope this helped in some way.
When he got to Paris to better his language skills at a university, he asked a professor if they were going to learn hieroglyphs, the professor laughed at him. Many scholars at that time believed that it was just some symbols which had a meaning. However, Jean-Francois begged to differ. He believed that it was a written language, i.e written form of a spoken language.
Few years after he was borned, a stone was found. It was called the Rosetta Stone. It had three languages craved on it, Greek, hieroglyphs and one which I am not sure. The stone was found by the French in 1799. However, when Britain won the war against France, the British took over the stone. So the race to decipher the hieroglyphs was on.
Jean-Francois did it in 1822. However Jean-Francois was not happy just to stop there. In 1828, with his crew they made a trip to Egpyt. The trip was about 2-3 years.
At the age of 41, because of the trip to Egpyt was too much on his body, he passed on. His works give us insights into ancient Egpyt. This included the finding of King Tutankhamun, one of the forgotten kings of Egpyt.
Note: The above information is from my memory of watching BBC's documentary and some from wikipedia. So if you want to find out more check it out from other place.Hope this helped in some way.
Monday, November 26, 2007
The life
the years went by
the pains went by
the sorrows went by
the fears went by
the happiness went by
the joys went by
everything went by
but the soul didn't
it stayed
just for one last hope.
just for one last intervention
just for one last chance
just for one last inspiration.
just for one last time
just for one last meeting
just for one last moment
but it never came
the tears glittered and glistened
but there was never a use for it
the emotions.
the faith.
the invitation.
the privacy.
the isolation.
the desolation.
the animosity.
as the hope crushed in time,
the spirit was enmeshed
the soul was defrosted
the heart was shattered
the body was all deserted
by the past
there was no more redemption,
no more resurrection.
cos it was all over.
the pains went by
the sorrows went by
the fears went by
the happiness went by
the joys went by
everything went by
but the soul didn't
it stayed
just for one last hope.
just for one last intervention
just for one last chance
just for one last inspiration.
just for one last time
just for one last meeting
just for one last moment
but it never came
the tears glittered and glistened
but there was never a use for it
the emotions.
the faith.
the invitation.
the privacy.
the isolation.
the desolation.
the animosity.
as the hope crushed in time,
the spirit was enmeshed
the soul was defrosted
the heart was shattered
the body was all deserted
by the past
there was no more redemption,
no more resurrection.
cos it was all over.
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Stalking-why the name
Kb and i decided the blog name,Cousins talking place. However when you put it together it becomes Cousinstalkingplace. At one glance talking became stalking, therefore we played with the word stalking in this blog. So don't think that it is lame but funny.
Friday, November 23, 2007
chrysanthemum platform
Your tears glisten,laced with pain.
The crescent moon hangs in the past pale with sickness.
Cool night,too long turns to frost.
Who is on the tower frozen in despair?The rain drums lightly on a crimson pane.
My destiny is written on paper fluttering in the wind.
Distant dreams rise like incense.
Melting into night is your image.
Chrysanthemum fall weeping to the ground.Traces of your smile on a yellowing scroll your heart now empty.
My thoughts quietly rest, the north wind blows.Not yet dawn,your shadow clear and close.
Only the companion, on the south, on the lake, a couple mirrored.
Blossoms of evening air,beauty undimmed, scatter everywhere. A fate hard to swallow.
Sadness, do not cross the river your autumn heart will sink. drowning in longing,you will not reach the other shore, whose hills and rivers echo with the clamour of hooves.
My armour is shredded by the dividing hour.
The sky slowly brightens,your sighs, silk soft weave a night of sorrows,so fragile,so spare.
The crescent moon hangs in the past pale with sickness.
Cool night,too long turns to frost.
Who is on the tower frozen in despair?The rain drums lightly on a crimson pane.
My destiny is written on paper fluttering in the wind.
Distant dreams rise like incense.
Melting into night is your image.
Chrysanthemum fall weeping to the ground.Traces of your smile on a yellowing scroll your heart now empty.
My thoughts quietly rest, the north wind blows.Not yet dawn,your shadow clear and close.
Only the companion, on the south, on the lake, a couple mirrored.
Blossoms of evening air,beauty undimmed, scatter everywhere. A fate hard to swallow.
Sadness, do not cross the river your autumn heart will sink. drowning in longing,you will not reach the other shore, whose hills and rivers echo with the clamour of hooves.
My armour is shredded by the dividing hour.
The sky slowly brightens,your sighs, silk soft weave a night of sorrows,so fragile,so spare.
a place to stalk
happy hours is 24 hour.everyday from 11:59:59 to 11:59:59.non-stalks.a place for cousins to stalk one another.the concept of stalking is to foster better relationship.we,as and kb suggest for a cousins outing.any suggestions stalk us at the stalk box.those who cant make it,cry to us at the stalk box.we will try to make stalking gathering easier.
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Stalking
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