Missing Rib.A girl in love asked her boyfriend.Girl: Who do you love most in this world?Boy: You, of course!Girl: In your heart, what am i to you?The boy thought for a moment and looked intently in her eyes and said, 'you are my rib.It was said that God saw that Adam was lonely during his sleep. God then took one of Adam's rib and created Eve.Everyman has been searching for his missing rib, only when you find the woman of your life, you'll no longer feel the lingering ache in your heart.'After their wedding, the couple had a sweet and happy life for a while. However, the youthful couple began to drift apart due to the busy schedule of life and the never-ending worries of daily problems, their life became mundane.All the challenges posed by the harsh realities of life began to gnaw away their dreams and love for each other.The couple started to quarell often, getting more heating as each quarell occured.One day, after a quarrell, the girl ran out of the house. At the opposite side of the roads, she shouted :'You don't love me!' The boy hated her childishness and retorted: 'Maybe it was a mistake for us to be together.YOu were never my missing rib!'Suddenly she turned quiet and stood there for a long while.He regretted what he said but could not take back his words. Tearfully, she went home and packed her things, determined to break up. 'If i'm really not your missing rib, please let me go.It is less painful this way,that we seperate paths.'5 years went by. He never remarried but he tried to find out about her life indirectly.She had left the country and back.She had married a foreigner and divorced.He felt anguished that she never waited for him.In the dark and lonely night, he lit his cigarette and felt the lingering ache in his heart.He couldn't bring himself to admit he was missing her.One day, they finally met.He was going away on a business trip and she was standing there,just the security door seperating them.She smiled gently.Man: How are you?Woman: I'm fine. How about you? Have you found your missing rib?Man: NoWoman: I'll be flying to New York in the next flight.Man:I'll be back in 2 weeks time. Give me a call when you are back. You know my number. Nothing has changed. They bidded each other goodbye.He heard of her death one week later.She had perished in New York. Midnight, he lit his cigarette again, the lingering ache etched..Midnight, once again, he lit his cigarette. And like before, he felt the lingering ache in his heart. He finally knew. She was the missing rib that he had carelessly broken.Sometimes, people say things out of moments of fury. Most often than not, the outcome could be disastrous and detrimental. Thinking twice is easier said than done....especially when one is furious...
Andrea Yim
8:55 AM
Missing Rib.
A girl in love asked her boyfriend.
Girl: Who do you love most in this world?
Boy: You, of course!
Girl: In your heart, what am i to you?
The boy thought for a moment and looked intently in her eyes and said, 'you are my rib.It was said that God saw that Adam was lonely during his sleep. God then took one of Adam's rib and created Eve.Everyman has been searching for his missing rib, only when you find the woman of your life, you'll no longer feel the lingering ache in your heart.'
After their wedding, the couple had a sweet and happy life for a while. However, the youthful couple began to drift apart due to the busy schedule of life and the never-ending worries of daily problems, their life became mundane.
All the challenges posed by the harsh realities of life began to gnaw away their dreams and love for each other.The couple started to quarell often, getting more heating as each quarell occured.One day, after a quarrell, the girl ran out of the house. At the opposite side of the roads, she shouted :'You don't love me!'
The boy hated her childishness and retorted: 'Maybe it was a mistake for us to be together.YOu were never my missing rib!'
Suddenly she turned quiet and stood there for a long while.He regretted what he said but could not take back his words. Tearfully, she went home and packed her things, determined to break up. 'If i'm really not your missing rib, please let me go.It is less painful this way,that we seperate paths.'
5 years went by. He never remarried but he tried to find out about her life indirectly.She had left the country and back.She had married a foreigner and divorced.He felt anguished that she never waited for him.
In the dark and lonely night, he lit his cigarette and felt the lingering ache in his heart.He couldn't bring himself to admit he was missing her.One day, they finally met.He was going away on a business trip and she was standing there,just the security door seperating them.
She smiled gently.
Man: How are you?
Woman: I'm fine. How about you? Have you found your missing rib?
Man: No
Woman: I'll be flying to New York in the next flight.
Man:I'll be back in 2 weeks time. Give me a call when you are back. You know my number. Nothing has changed.
They bidded each other goodbye.
He heard of her death one week later.She had perished in New York. Midnight, he lit his cigarette again, the lingering ache etched..Midnight, once again, he lit his cigarette. And like before, he felt the lingering ache in his heart. He finally knew. She was the missing rib that he had carelessly broken.Sometimes, people say things out of moments of fury. Most often than not, the outcome could be disastrous and detrimental. Thinking twice is easier said than done....especially when one is furious...
Andrea Yim
8:55 AM
I fought my tears back as i dialled the usual good night call to him. I told him what my heart has left to say - The little that was left inside of me. I gave it all to him.I wished whatever he said earlier on, were true. The delusion of lust blinded me. I don't want to carry on loving that way. Its so fucking difficult. I don't want to hurt myself anymore. I'm bleeding profusely. I tried to bear with the gruesome scene. I tried hard. There's so much my heart can take. I'm giving up.0246. I laid on my bed. I wished i knew what to do. I buried my head in my pillow and cried so hard. As i penn my thoughts down, the tears can't seem to stop, hoping my uncontrollable wailing wouldn't wake my parents. A big part of Yimmie is lost. The monstrocity of devastation has consumed that much of her. There's nothing left for herself, but an empty case.Leave me alone,get out of my head.Leave me alone, get out of my face.Leave me alone, I want to sleep tonight.I don't wanna turn around, nor look back.I need to find myself again. I do not have the strength to.I need the comfort only one could give. He's not there anymore.I'm giving up on my love. So that he can continue to do what he wants,peacefully.I'm giving up on the only thing that mattered the most to me than anything else. I don't know if i can take this.I'm afraid i can't.Maybe I'll get used to being alone.Maybe I'll get used to him, not being there.Maybe giving up will make it hurt less.But it hurts either way.Maybe, i should hang on. And take the hurts myself.I will because i still love him just as muchHow dumb of Yimmie to think it was love.But Yimmie stays firm, still. The love for him didn't change.Maybe she will learn how to live with the love, alone.But never again, Yimmie can ever love.Dont talk about the intensity. Missing him will become a daily nightmare.Goodbye everyone,this is the last you will hear of Yimmie. She who faces the unknown, leaving her dream,'Chasing Cars' , shattered into smithereens.You will be loved;
Andrea Yim
8:20 AM
The Family man. Starring Nicholas Cage. A movie a watched recently that came out in Yr 2000.
"Better Man"
There was a time
I had nothing to give
I needed shelter from the storm
I was in
And when it all got too heavy
You carried my weight
And I want to hold you
And I want to say
That you are all that I need
For you, I give my soul to keep
You see me, love me
Just the way I am
For you I am a better man
I said you are the reason
For everything that I do
I'd be lost, so lost, without you
Under the stars
At the edge of the sea
There's no one around
No one but you and me
We'd talk for hours
As time drifts away
I could stay here for ever
And hold you this way
Wanted to put up the song 'You Give Me Something' also by James Morrison. Came across this song while browsing through other songs and thought 'Better Man' would be more expedient. :)
The connection between the selective song and movie is that... The Family Man, was out to be a Better Man. Haha. Yup. You do not need a gorgeous hunk to fall in love with...but a sweet, value-honouring man, like him. Kudos! :)
Have you ever felt that there's no way you can ever express the conflicting thoughts and contradicting conundrums in you?
I feel like running to a breakwater and dictate the world to disintegrate...and my existence will vapourise. How cool.
If only, I'm God. That might happen - The incorrigibility of my very own creation compelling much disappointment in me. Mister God... he's probably feeling that way about me.
My harrowing clandestine retrospections... my closed one shares. I'll take love, as it is.
never too busy for my love;
Andrea Yim
8:17 PM
Haha, its been quite some time since i've blogged. I'm still in the midst of exams...actually. But its nearing the end of it. :) Took my dog, Faith to the groomer today. As usual, she caused a scene cos she thought that we were going to abandon her so she refused to budge at the corridor leading to the grooming room! How cute can that be...Haha, my adorable little faith. :)After 4-5 hours, i went to collect her. She smells so great!!! Just a little sharing...I was catching up with my friend online and he was just telling me that he had the privelige to join PA Sports activities without having to sign up for membership. And his immediate intention to join those activities was to find a girl to date and at the same time,enjoy playing the sport. I posed a question back, questioning his 'status' as attached. His reply was that he needed to sharpen his dating skills due to being in a 7 yr relationship. There's no right or wrong in this situation here. And i do not want to judge people for their actions either.But, it made me ponder... If what people say, is true, that 'all guys are the same when it comes to girls'.. well... I don't want to think. I'd rather not know the answer. But, i realised... there's so much more to understand when it comes to guys. Haa...If i could have 1 wish, I would wish life would stay like this forever.Although i may not be leading the best life, but i'm already happy and lucky enough to lead such an excellent life with the people around me. I owe most of it to all that made it happen.Always remember, we only have 1 life LIVE IT, always make the right choices and never regret it. Do everything with passion and sincerity and you will reap what you sow.
Andrea Yim
11:09 PM
Thoughts from my cluttered, wooden desk...
Sometimes, we let go because we are tired.
Sometimes, we let go because there's no purpose holding on.
Sometimes, we let go because it will only drag us down.
Sometimes, we let go because its not ours.
But other times, we let go just to see if it will come back to us.
We let go, so that it can return home - where it rightfully belongs.
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This blog is just an avenue that caters to the many emotions Yimmie goes through. This blog is an unadulterated display of the Yimmie's deeper feelings because
Yimmie doesn't like to go around ranting and raving.
Yimmie just realised... maybe she's pretty emotionally needy. Oh no...
Andrea Yim
7:09 PM
Yogie bear is love. :) I love Yogie bear.
Andrea Yim
7:44 PM
These relinquished clandestine,esoteric-natured reverie of equivocalities... ...I shall not let this maleficent incubus aggravate the indistinct scheme. It would only exacerbate the vertiginous state of mind.By this committment of love to you, i firmly stand
Andrea Yim
2:14 PM
My mum demanded in an assertive tone, asking that I turn down the volume of my music playing. Yes, I exhibited a repugnant response - open defiance. She'd probably think that it is just another display of an intrinsic prerogative most teenagers possess - rebelliousness. Thus, adding another plus point to my dysfunction as their kid.Insouciantly, I kept my head bowed towards my books, dormant to her imperative. No matter how loud the music was, it could never drown the words she said to me yesterday. My efforts to ease the pain, eradicate the hurt ... seemed hopelessly ineffectual. I thought it could be an avenue that provided escapism. I'll admit my insurgence meekly because I've understood and accepted their insensitivity to their own affliction/s.Therefore, I'll exonerate them, submissively.My mind reeled into a whirl of self reproach. I have always been impervious to her verbal attempts of ignominious degradation. Somehow, the conquering grimace of her words got to me. I found myself tearing silently all the way to school. The teacher's speech never seemed so incoherent. My mother's words, now, like a rebuking conscience... ... weaving a facade of delusion and deceit. Or perhaps... its a reflective musing that unravelled the atrocities in me. A wretched soul, I am. While taking the train home that day, I thought of seeing her again. The reminiscence of that moment came back to haunt me. I told my baby about the mental predicament in me. As my fingers tapped away on the keypad, bouts of tears welled up in my eyes. I felt the need for his presence at that very moment so much, one who knows what i was going through ... the one who knows it better than myself.The only one who can vanquish and obliterate my malevolence, whisper softly in my ears telling me 'everything's okay baby, i'm here.'
Andrea Yim
2:02 PM
Ahh,what a week. English paper is coming up. I'd better brush up on my vocabulary. :)Sometimes, I try comparing my life to kids of my age - people around me, people my age. The things i do,knowing the ugly side of the world, the ugly side of society,basically. Am i really different? I try very hard to think that i am very much the same. Perhaps, i really am the same. I go to school, I study for exams(maybe not as much as they do,haha), I aspire to get somewhere i want,I go home to a complete family... ... I AM the same. Right?Not having much mental endurance, i find picking myself up from setbacks,an extremely arduous affair. My main point is - i hope i don't do too badly for prelims...or... ...It'll confound the dreaded situation that i'm already stuck in now. I struggle from time to time, not to let the thought of it get to me. I didn't realise i'm stressed out - not until numerous pimples popped out from my forehead!!! *eww* However, I don't think i can afford to adopt a laid-back response to that. I HAVE EXAMS. Bloody hell... hee. Yes, that's my insolent reply to the fact that I HAVE EXAMS. :DSomething inside me seems to be protecting my well-being from being crushed and fragmented by this obscure supernatural exertion of pressure.Recently, i've been trying to derive a stereotype for males in general.Efforts have been rather futile though... somehow or rather... my conclusion is... 'If you think you're good,there's always people who surpass that standard of yours.So, love with your heart, not because what the other has of has to offer.' The times i spend with my bf, always gets better, despite the unforeseen spoilers during the day. I need your grace to remind me to find my own,dear.
Andrea Yim
8:21 PM
