THE BEAUTIFUL SIDE TO EACH PERSON
Going to catch a movie in town tomorrow, followed by a Penang buffet spread at the White Rose Cafe in York Hotel. This will be our last chance to meet up for weeks. George's flying off to Phuket for 3D2N this Wednesday, followed by Bangkok for another 3D2N, before coming back to Singapore. To add on, he'll be heading down to Bintan (more traveling??!!) a week later. And, to make things worse, he'll be leaving for his further studies in RMIT University in Australia somewhere in February.
Gosh, some people get to do all the traveling. *green*
I'm going to miss him dearly - a dear old friend since my Secondary school days. It's amazing that despite us not being in the same tertiary institute upon graduation from Secondary school, our friendship has not staled for the past 6 years.
Anyway, I find that the human nature can be so fascinating. Too often - just like organizing paperwork systematically - we have this innate habit to classify people a tad too readily. Flirt. Quiet. Slacking sloth. Nerd. Amorous Casanova. Motormouth. Goody-two-shoes. Jerk. Mummy's boy. Kiasu. Immature kid. Gentle, demure Missy. Foul-mouthed teenager. Know-it-all. Rude. Blabber. It's so very wrong; but we still do it nonetheless.
So, I find it simply wondrous and amazing when people exhibit behaviours or qualities that are totally unexpected of him/her.
Imagine a big-sized, foul-mouthed, and fearless teenager being totally loving and gentle to the parents.
Imagine a charismatic, confident, and poised man - coupled with a strong leadership role at work - being totally tender and soft to his wife.
Imagine a 7-years-old little girl guiding her Grandma by the hands and cross a busy road.
Imagine a strong-willed, career-minded woman being submissive and gentle to her spouse.
Imagine a wrinkled and wizened old couple taking each others' hands, and gazing into each others' eyes deeply and lovingly.
Beautiful. Simply breathtaking.
It's just like finding a wild mushroom sprouting out somewhere on a grass patch. Spotting a red rose in the middle of a sea of white ones. Leaves being carried by the wind, and the wind gently caressing your body.
So unexpectedly pretty. Such awe-commanding beauty.
Couple all these with their quirky interests that never fail to amuse everyone and raise a couple of eyebrows. Perhaps it's an obsessive superstition against the so-called "unlucky" number 13. Or it's the habit of blotting roti pratas with tissue papers before eating. Maybe it's the weird routine of going to the washroom at 12pm sharp. Or maybe it's the strange mandate of using a particular brand of pen and absolutely nothing else. Perhaps it's how they cringe when you call them by a nickname they do not like so much. Maybe it's the way they wriggle their eyebrows or roll their eyes. Or it's the way their laughter sounds. Or maybe it's their fascination with how planes manage to stay up in the air. Whatever.
Isn't it all absolutely beautiful, amazing, and fascinating? Each and every person is so uniquely different. And personally, I'll lit up whenever I observe even a small, tiny, weeny spark of unexpected beauty in people. It's just like finding a pearl in a gargantuan mass of sand. Or it's like spotting tingly, shimmering, and glittering stars in the night sky; blinking mischievously at you amidst the darkness.
And many a times - when I see some forlorn-looking people who feel lousy about themselves, or when I know of people who feel bad about whatever things they blame themselves for committing - I just feel like taking them by the shoulders and shake them real hard. I want to envelope them in a big bear hug, tousle their hair, and exclaim, "Can't you see how unique and special you are? You're so beautiful and mesmerizing!"
But of course, our society and culture do not permit me to do so. Either they'll back away a few feet alarmingly and cast me a weird, suspicious look; or they'll simply cart me off to the Institute of Mental Health.
Monday, 18 December 2006
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