Giving Mother Nature a little help in painting the sky orange. Just take a so-so looking sunset pic, saturate the colour and add colour filter. All this done with Picasa2.
Sunset is the most glorious moment of the day. Fark Lillian Too for saying that it is bad fengshui to put sunset painting in the house because it denotes the end of the day. Lilian Chan says that sunset is best. Because each sunset is different. It is like some great artist letting out his creativity. Sometimes, he pour the same colour paint but of different tones. Sometimes, he uses orange, blue, pink and purple. At times, it is soft and fluffy. Other times, it is bold and striking. Moreover, Lilian Chan says who in the world is stupid enough to forego sleep to wake up to see sunrise? Sunrise is too tame, the colour is too dull.
Sunset is best-er. After watching sunset with your gf/bf, you can proceed to more lomantik things, isn’t it? If sunrise, it means, eat breakfast. Boring, no?
I am thirsting for a little sunset. Maybe we will find the time to go to a little beach tomorrow and watch the sun goes down.
Actually, I wanted to write something that bothers me greatly. My friend from my 2nd job, back in the legal firm where I worked before, came sobbing to me yesterday. She found that her daugther has some shocking secret. And she is shocked that what she told me did not surprise me.
I don’t know, I think my friend is a little out of touch with her daughter. My friend has a daughter who is 19 years old. And another two sons. One of the son has ADHD. So, if you have a problem child, sometimes the parent focussed too much on the problem. Then again, if I say this to her, she may say that I am being sourgrape. She is richer, her house is a semi-D, her kids have all the gadgets that I will never pamper my kids with, she keeps herself trim and fit and her kids go to proper school with tuition, extra classes, learning tennis yadda yadda.
I don’t know. I suspect that sometimes God built me to be Aunt Agony. I was at mass yesterday and one word from the hymn screamed out at me. ‘Pardon me for closing my heart to others needs’. And I felt terribly guilty because indeed, lately I enjoy running away from people’s problems. I need a break, dude. If I keep hearing of people’s babies sufferings in the hospitals, people babies dying and stuffs like these, I will grow more wrinkles and white hairs. So, on the pew, I try to find the old me again.
And shite, by the time I got home, Sandy called me. She discovered her daugther had been cutting herself. I had heard and seen stuffs like these on the CSI and the internet. It doesn’t shock nor sadden me. What can I say? I told her it is an illness that needs some expert counselling. Sandy is not the religious type so I have inclination to tell her to turn to the Lord. I can’t offer her the promise that mother’s prayers is the strongest and most powerful. We mothers can surrender the care of our kids to the Lord. We can hope for Jesus to guide them. But nope, I told her I will get her something to read.
Meantime, don’t cause more stress to the pampered but unappreciative daughter (of course not spoken in these words but something gentler). After all, she is 19 years old. It is a little too late to try to control her. A sudden increase in attention from the mom is not going to be spelt as the love and attention that her daughter is craving. Shucks, she may even went a step further and kill herself. And though Sandy is those colourful, trim woman, her daughter is not. Probably due to a eating disorder. Hell, I tell you, I don’t want a mom like Sandy. And lucky, I don’t have daughters or else the problem will probably makes me paranoid too.
I found these few sites, print the stuffs for Sandy, will pass to her later and the rest? It is her problem. Sandy is not computer literate, btw.
If you haven’t heard of self mutilation, it means a person with a tendency to cut, scratch, pinch the self to inflict pain on herself.
the person seeking treatment is usually from a middle to upper class background, of average to high intelligence, and has low self-esteem.
The behaviors often last 5-10 years but can persist much longer without appropriate treatment.
Self-injurers commonly report they feel empty inside, over or under stimulated, unable to express their feelings, lonely, not understood by others and fearful of intimate relationships and adult responsibilities.
Other theorists see self-mutilation as rage against the self. Self-mutilation has also been described as a mechanism to deal with sexual conflict.
What can I say? Parenting doesn’t mean pampering the kids, it is a lot more deeper than that. And folks, what do you think of this condition?