Rock-a-bye baby.

Rock-a-bye baby, on the treetop,

When the wind blows, the cradle will rock,

When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall,

And down will come baby, cradle and all.

Today, I came to the sudden realisation that at the end of the song, the baby crashes into the ground. Sounds a little creepy to be sung to a child. Reminds self not to sing it to baby in future.

I was watching Dance Moms on Lifetime that day, and there were two moms who quarreled over I-forgot-what. And they screamed at each other and ended in a cold war, till one of the moms had an emotional moment over her father's fight with cancer and they hugged each other. She said life is too short to be angry at each other and losing friendships. It was almost an inspiring moment for me, until I realised that life is too short to be making yourself unhappy as well.

To be honest, I do rehearse in my mind how I'll react if I ever see some people on the streets. I run through various scenarios, such as 1. Completely ignore their presence, 2. Nod in acknowledgement but walk on, 3. Say hi and then walk away, 4. Say hi and exchange greetings as if we are genuinely concerned about each other. Deep down I wanna do 1 but in real life I will probably do a 3 or a 4 because I am fake and pretentious.

Someone once told me that when a relationship ends, both parties have to bear some responsibility. I used to believe in that, and I end up reflecting upon myself, thinking about what I should have done, what I could have done better. Slowly, I begin to realise that I should stop trying to help bear responsibility. I always feel that if I have already given my best shot, then there is nothing that I should feel bad about. Which is why I kind of dislike the word 'sorry', because if you have given your best then you shouldn't be sorry. If you haven't given your best then you ought to. Saying sorry and repeatedly doing the same thing disgusts me. Like how my student tries all means and ways to anger me and then say sorry after that, only to continue his annoying antics the following week.

I read somewhere that the opposite of love is not hate, but indifference. Love and hate takes effort, indifference doesn't. When we whine and complain about the way people behave/treat us, we still care about them despite being annoyed by them. Which makes the transition from love/hate --> indifference kind of serious and scary. How do we respond when with indifference to a person whom we have had some sort of a relationship with previously? How do we talk of the person now? I guess we'll learn.

To end it on a happier note, we zumba-ed to this song in class that day, and I went home to listen to the song more closely.



And this is yet another Beyonce song which makes me feel tired for her. If we sing this after Single Ladies, I'm pretty sure we'll develop asthma or something. But her live performance really power. I'm gonna put her on the list of artistes whose concert I would wanna watch haha.