"We can't help everyone, but everyone can help someone. " - Ronald Reagan

I've always thought of myself as 'damaged'.
Even used this word as a pseudonym once. 
But now, I see this word differently upon stumbling unto this.

 “Damaged people are dangerous.
 They know they can survive.” 

- Josephine Hart (via deu-sex-machina)

Had a little disagreement with my father this morning.
As I was driving to work, my mind kept replaying my unhappy past with him.
So so so much anger and grief.

I guess because I drive to work everyday, the route was on autopilot for me.
I wasn't paying attention.
I upset another driver just when I was about to turn into the building where I work.
She honked at me.
I turned to look at a very agitated lady mouthing curses at me.
I felt embarrassed because looking at her T-Shirt, she's an employee too.

Just when I clocked in, I saw her walking past me.
Yikes.

I really need to 'let go' , 'forgive'  my past, if not, it may really 'kill' me one day.

After losing his parents, this 3 year old orangutan was so depressed he wouldn't eat and didn't respond to any medical treatments. The veterinarians thought he would surely die from sadness. The zoo keepers found an old sick dog on the grounds in the park at the zoo where the orangutan lived and took the dog to the animal treatment center.
The dog arrived at the same time the orangutan was there being treated.
The 2 lost souls met and have been inseparable ever since. The orangutan found a new reason to live and each always tries his best to be a good companion to his new found friend. They are together 24 hours a day in all their activities.
They live in Northern California where swimming is their favorite past time, although Roscoe (the orangutan) is a little afraid of the water and needs his friend's help to swim.

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Have been delaying this post this for almost 3 weeks.
Professional TV production crew came over to film our corporate commercial.
We were all very excited to see all the good looking people.
=)

Colleague (M), who is also a friend, was feeling rather stressed out and made impromptu plans for a karaoke session among people from the workplace.
I felt rather honoured that I was among the invited.

It was fun.
It feels nice to sing with other non-judgemental and shameless *wink* people in a private room.
For 3 hours, we were in a world of our own - free to goof around , wanna-be's talents, drama queens...etc.
I really enjoyed myself.

That was 3 days ago and I'm still singing some of the songs.
I'm actually 'practising' to be better, preparing myself, should there be another karaoke session.

This is a huge milestone.
Depressed people don't sing.
Believe me, I have not sang a very long time.

Someone cut my queue.
I was quite upset because I couldn't muster enough courage to say, "Excuse me, I was here first."
You know it's not going to be easy reasoning with people who deliberately stand in front of you, just because they can.
Sigh.
"Let it Go" - the mind says...
So, I just waited patiently, admiringly my surrounding.
Taking time to 'quiet' my mind.
While the queue cutter was inside the fitting room, I noticed a familiar face.
It's an old friend.
I was quite apprehensive to call out to her at first, but waiting outside a fitting room gave me plenty of time to consider the consequences.
"Ah.. what could go wrong", I thought.

So, we chatted.
It was good.

If that woman didn't cut my queue, I wouldn't have met my old friend.
Isn't it strange how things happen for a reason?

it was fun...