<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490421734373539732</id><updated>2011-06-17T04:48:11.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hidden Tulips &amp; Daffodils</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secret-garden-15th89.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4490421734373539732/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secret-garden-15th89.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kathleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936002483173050022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4490421734373539732.post-7813742087698997425</id><published>2011-05-18T23:08:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T00:30:18.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears of Sincerity</title><content type='html'>It's 1 a.m. in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Had the sudden urge to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling awful lately. Had been zoning out a lot. Feel like I'm physically there but my mind is elsewhere. Heart's feeling so heavy. It's stress that is causing me to feel this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been pushing my limits lately to complete my assg. But the night before, I think I overdid it. I should have rested. I wasnt feeling so good. It's hard to explain but i felt like I was suffocating. Suffocating from stress. My heart felt heavy and uneasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told myself, "That's it for tonight, I'll lie down on my bed and relax. Keep my mind off the assg."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did just that. I kept my mind off the assg. But I still felt uneasy. Almost like the inside of me felt so heavy. I could barely breathe. And then I was listening to this ONE song. All of a sudden, tears started welling up in my eyes and it flowed down my cheeks. I was NOT crying. The term cry has often been associated with the emotion of sadness or some other negative affects. I was well aware of my emotions. I wasnt feeling anything during that period of time. And those tears came flowing down without a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could assure that it wasnt the song lyrics that was touching because it was my second time playing that song for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasnt tears of sadness or joy. I wasnt feeling sad or happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasnt the tears of stress. If it was, I would have cried for 7 days in a row given the massive stress that I have experienced for the past 7 days consecutively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I teared. I actually felt so much better after that. Almost like I have let go of a huge &amp;amp; heavy burden. It was like a short moment of empowerment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just dumbfounded by what happened. It is difficult for me to comprehend those tears. I'm just like every human. I need an explanation for my behaviours.&lt;br /&gt;But somehow, I ended up self-reflecting. And this was what I have gained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I have always seen myself as a very strong &amp;amp; hard person. I still am. But as I experience more of life, I start to see my vulnerable side much more clearly. I guess it was always there. Maybe I never noticed it. or maybe I could have hidden it. I've always thought of myself as quite heartless. I barely cry, even when I'm supposed to. Sometimes I would have to force myself to cry. Not because I want to, but I have to. It's just more appropriate to cry in such a context than not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're probably thinking I've gone insane. What is she rambling on about? And what is the connection between those tears and your self-reflection? Maybe I have really gone insane from the stress REALLY. but when i thought about the last time I cried because I was really feeling sad and not because I have to, I felt those were truly genuine tears (excluding the ones I have cried for the dramas or movies I've watched. I'm talking about real stuff here). "Tears of sincerity", this phrase kept appearing in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know how in the world is this linked to why I teared in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was tears of sincerity. Maybe it means something more. I dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm outta here. 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