I’m a big fan of LOLcats. They’re strangely entertaining, even with the sometimes incomprehensible LOLspeak for punchlines. But this picture – is not LOLcat material. No funny expressions. No strange postures. No humour.
Only pure adoration.
It is quite heartening to read such news. There is still hope for humanity.
A woman from China woke up after being in coma for 30 years and doctors consider that the miracle happened because her husband continuously took good care of her, showing that he still loves her.
The woman fell in coma thirty years ago after an accident that occurred in E’zhou in Hubei province, said Beijing officials. According to China Daily report, after doctors performed two operations on Zhao Guihua, the woman’s husband, Chen Dulin, decided to take care of her till the end.
Suddenly one day the woman woke up. The doctors analyzed her blood pressure along with her heart and lungs and reported that everything was stable.
Today Chen is 77 and in his province he was selected one of the model husbands. Till now he continues taking good care of his wife, talking with her and showing that he still loves her like he did all these years, before the tragedy and while she was “asleep.”
Source: http://www.infoniac.com/offbeat-news/husbands-love-woke-his-wife-from-30-year-coma.html
This is a good one. How do you solve this?
On a lively Chinese New Year morning, my whole family was gathered at the dining hall having our customary noodles for breakfast. Then, the following conversation ensued:
Mum: I saw the maid sweeping the floor, I told her need to ask ah ma before sweeping the floor.
Grandma: Oh, I told her to sweep the floor. It’s not clean outside there.
Grandpa: Sweep? Cannot! Must mop! Sweep not clean enough!
I snickered and continued my breakfast.
Happy Chinese New Year.
It has been a while, a rather long while since I’ve written anything solid – not that I’ve written anything solid before anyway. Having said that, let’s start with something… sombre. I begin to realise that I’m no longer the same person I knew myself to be a year ago, or at the very least the person I thought I was.
The few things I pride myself in, the few qualities which I believed I had – seem to be fading away slowly. Silently. Surely. I can only be disappointed in myself for how things are turning out. There is no one to blame but myself, for letting the world change me. Thinking that I could endure what the world throws at me, I’m beginning to think that I was wrong.
Bit by bit, the me that I knew is being eroded away. The shell remains, but the core crumbles. I look back and ask myself – who or what am I turning into? I don’t really know for sure. What I know is that I would’ve liked the old me better.
It’s scary when I could bring myself to agree to phrases like “the best way to not offend anyone is to be a jerk to everyone”. This is not how I did things. But enough had happen to sway my thoughts, my principle. It’s tiring to try to uphold something that no one believes/practices anymore. It’s easy to go with the flow, join the masses, blend in. I never liked being part of the majority. But being otherwise really requires a will of steel.
The walls are cracking, but the pillars are still intact – hopefully. With something, if anything, I hope I can patch up the leaks and continue holding up the fort. And this is to remind myself that I’m still standing tall, putting up a fight.
tzelun.com