Life is Short, Why make it even Shorter?

I don't know how to describe my feelings when I read about the death of a 32 y.o. mother with her two kids aged 3 and 6 years old. She committed suicide by hugging her 4 children on a railway track and waited for an oncoming train to hit them. What was she thinking ? Was her marriage problem too bad that taking her own lives and children is the only best solution? It took a great courage to stand in the middle of that railway track and waited for the train to hit her and that courage should had been correctly channel to solve her marriage problem or at least to raise her children well even it meant she had to do it on her own.

My heart goes out to Victoria, the eldest daughter who survived from the episode and is now in trauma and has to live with the dark experience for the rest of her life. Be strong dear.

Hear me rambling about nothing.

It's 4:25pm. I'm not working today and all alone at home with my notebook. I'm enjoying the afternoon's silence when suddenly it is spoiled by the noises of a motorbike making a wheely at the main road beside my house. Tension... feel like going there and baling batu to that guy.

When I'm not working be it week days or weekends, the time I like most is in the afternoon (3pm to 5pm) when most activities are slow and many people are taking afternoon naps. The silence of the time is a therapy to my mind and soul.

As my house is just next to a primary school, on school days like today I can hear students shoutings and callings each others and yet it is sooo calming. It makes me remembering my school days and I miss my kampung life back then..

This morning on the radio, the topic discussed was "Who is the person you will always remember?" . A guy caller said he misses his grandmother . He was raised by his grandma but at that time he felt that his grandma controlled him a lot to an extend he can't even go out and play. Of course back then he felt that there was no freedom for him.

Now that his grandmother had passed away, he misses her a lot and that makes him realize how big was his grandmother love for him.

ps: I hope my kids know how much I love them when I am still alive..not when I have turned into skull ..

Lies After Lies After Lies...

Is there any such thing as true lies or false lies? Anyone knows? For the past 8 months I have been tested by the Almighty . Someone I trusted and confided been lying to me. To the person who lied it was nothing but to the person who was decepted (moi) it is a very heart wrenching life experience. And it is even sadder when I have been receiving titles and labels from the person. I guess I deserve them all. Perhaps I should thank the person for making me realize more of my strengths and weaknesses

moi: it took years to build trust n yet it took a split second to break it.