Sometimes you don't need to change people's minds because sometimes it doesn't hurt you for them to think that way.
You know how sometimes people post about their thoughts on internet like social networks, blogs, forums etc. And people will disagree, debate and correct each other...
Sometimes it is important, however some of the time it is not.
Don't bother live longer......
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Thursday, November 17, 2011
The Woman in the Small Cute Shoes
"What is it that you actually want for yourself?"
JY, standing at an impressive height of 1.58m, with her petite frame and small feet, trying to match my pace while we were walking to Nicholl Highway to grab a cab, asked me.
Before that I told her I wanted to earn a mountain of money, so that my parents will not worry about medical bills, I will be able to support my brother in whatever he wants to do and most importantly I will feel safe.
"But you wanted a mountain of money because of other people, so what is it that you actually wanted for yourself?" JY continued.
I couldn't answer her question.
It never struck me what I really wanted for myself.
In one of my usual diffusion tactic, I deflect the question back to her because I can't answer her question.
"So what do you want to do for yourself?" Pineapple Tat asked.
JY told me she wants to see the world before she gets married and to repay her parents for their investments in her studies.
Some people tell me that JY is a girl, I always tell them she is a woman. Hiding behind her girlish laughter, kiddish voice and small cute shoes, is a woman who impress me with her thoughts sometimes.
Yes it took a 22 years old, now almost 23 years old woman to make a 29 years old man realise what is it that he really wants.
Maybe after she has travelled around the world twice, repaid her parents 5 times over, I would still not know what I really want......
JY, standing at an impressive height of 1.58m, with her petite frame and small feet, trying to match my pace while we were walking to Nicholl Highway to grab a cab, asked me.
Before that I told her I wanted to earn a mountain of money, so that my parents will not worry about medical bills, I will be able to support my brother in whatever he wants to do and most importantly I will feel safe.
"But you wanted a mountain of money because of other people, so what is it that you actually wanted for yourself?" JY continued.
I couldn't answer her question.
It never struck me what I really wanted for myself.
In one of my usual diffusion tactic, I deflect the question back to her because I can't answer her question.
"So what do you want to do for yourself?" Pineapple Tat asked.
JY told me she wants to see the world before she gets married and to repay her parents for their investments in her studies.
Some people tell me that JY is a girl, I always tell them she is a woman. Hiding behind her girlish laughter, kiddish voice and small cute shoes, is a woman who impress me with her thoughts sometimes.
Yes it took a 22 years old, now almost 23 years old woman to make a 29 years old man realise what is it that he really wants.
Maybe after she has travelled around the world twice, repaid her parents 5 times over, I would still not know what I really want......
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Don't Just Run Away
I just had an "UH HUH!" moment.
I realised that running away does not solve problems.
Maybe running and hiding will.
If it cannot find you, it doesn't exist......
I realised that running away does not solve problems.
Maybe running and hiding will.
If it cannot find you, it doesn't exist......
What Else
I once read somewhere that you can be alone but not lonely.
And you can be in a crowd and still feel lonely.
Today I just realised something new.
Solitude is peace but sometimes it can be deafening too.
With all those voices in your head debating.
Once things screw up, cannot be unscrewed.
What is said, cannot be recovered.
What is done, cannot be undone.
I think I am feeling this way probably because I had too much caffeine, not enough sleep yesterday, more reading stuff to tackle plus the defeaning solitude makes me A Pessismistically Angry Self Centred Philosopher......
And you can be in a crowd and still feel lonely.
Today I just realised something new.
Solitude is peace but sometimes it can be deafening too.
With all those voices in your head debating.
Once things screw up, cannot be unscrewed.
What is said, cannot be recovered.
What is done, cannot be undone.
I think I am feeling this way probably because I had too much caffeine, not enough sleep yesterday, more reading stuff to tackle plus the defeaning solitude makes me A Pessismistically Angry Self Centred Philosopher......
Monday, November 14, 2011
November Emptiness
Being isolated away from the world, coping at home sometimes force me to wonder about life, why I am doing what I am doing, what I am thinking, how am I going to spend the rest of my life and should I just not think at all.
Is what we want really what we want?
Is what we think really correct?
And what is actually going on?
Maybe I am just a boy in a man's body, who just want to eat, sleep and play...
Or is that really what I want......
Is what we want really what we want?
Is what we think really correct?
And what is actually going on?
Maybe I am just a boy in a man's body, who just want to eat, sleep and play...
Or is that really what I want......
Monday, November 07, 2011
Life is like a train
In one of my random memories, it was once described that life is like a train.
As we travel through the journey of life, many different people will board into your train at different stations of your life. Many will also alight at different stations of your life.
Some people will ride for one stop, some a few stops, some many stops and some will board, alight and board again. You never know who you will see, who you will meet and who you will never see again.
As I move to the next station of my life, sometimes I do wonder about those people who have alighted from my train, if I will ever see them again......
As we travel through the journey of life, many different people will board into your train at different stations of your life. Many will also alight at different stations of your life.
Some people will ride for one stop, some a few stops, some many stops and some will board, alight and board again. You never know who you will see, who you will meet and who you will never see again.
As I move to the next station of my life, sometimes I do wonder about those people who have alighted from my train, if I will ever see them again......
Sunday, November 06, 2011
Run
Sometimes I feel like running away...
Run as far as possible...
Run away from everything...
Run into hiding...
Run so that nothing will catch up with you...
Run and leave everything behind...
But... where can you run to......
Run as far as possible...
Run away from everything...
Run into hiding...
Run so that nothing will catch up with you...
Run and leave everything behind...
But... where can you run to......
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
4 Seconds
Every morning when I am going to the office from the Lavendar train station, I would always need to cross this 10 metre wide North Bridge Road in 20 seconds. That’s because the traffic light has a digital timer counting down from the 'green walking man' to the 'red standing man'.
One day, I decided to challenge JY to cross this 10 metre wide road in 4 seconds for no reason. It would be an impressive feat for her especially when she stands at an impressive height of 1.58m, which means she didn’t have long walking legs. Unfortunately she really took up the challenge for no reason...
I guess her pride was at stake and she needed to prove it to a 1.71m man who is 0.13m taller than her. In anyway she doesn’t believe I am that tall and claims that I am only as tall as her father, which I suspect she must have put her father and my photo side by side to measure. Similarly I also don’t believe she is that short because I think she should be 2cm shorter.
The day came when JY and I were going for lunch and we were to cross this 10 metre wide North Bridge Road chasm. This was her chance to prove it. We waited for the digital timer to count down till 4 seconds remaining and then walked across. She seemingly float through the road in 4 seconds coolly and doesn’t seem to be making much of an effort to walk fast. While I was like ‘how come I can’t finish crossing it in 4 seconds’ and was like going to sprint. We must have looked silly in front of those drivers waiting for us to cross the road, I am quite sure...
After this silly incident, every time when I have to cross this North Bridge Road, I would always look at the timer and think of ‘4 seconds’, because I knew there was once I played a silly little game with a 1.58m woman who has proved to me that short walking legs is not a barrier to crossing a road in 4 seconds.
Not too long ago, JY and I were crossing this North Bridge Road again and we talk about crossing it in 4 seconds again. I told her the digital timer is gone and I suspect the traffic police knew about the dangerous little game we were playing and took it away……
(The digital timer is actually still there, I really thought it was gone that day)
One day, I decided to challenge JY to cross this 10 metre wide road in 4 seconds for no reason. It would be an impressive feat for her especially when she stands at an impressive height of 1.58m, which means she didn’t have long walking legs. Unfortunately she really took up the challenge for no reason...
I guess her pride was at stake and she needed to prove it to a 1.71m man who is 0.13m taller than her. In anyway she doesn’t believe I am that tall and claims that I am only as tall as her father, which I suspect she must have put her father and my photo side by side to measure. Similarly I also don’t believe she is that short because I think she should be 2cm shorter.
The day came when JY and I were going for lunch and we were to cross this 10 metre wide North Bridge Road chasm. This was her chance to prove it. We waited for the digital timer to count down till 4 seconds remaining and then walked across. She seemingly float through the road in 4 seconds coolly and doesn’t seem to be making much of an effort to walk fast. While I was like ‘how come I can’t finish crossing it in 4 seconds’ and was like going to sprint. We must have looked silly in front of those drivers waiting for us to cross the road, I am quite sure...
After this silly incident, every time when I have to cross this North Bridge Road, I would always look at the timer and think of ‘4 seconds’, because I knew there was once I played a silly little game with a 1.58m woman who has proved to me that short walking legs is not a barrier to crossing a road in 4 seconds.
Not too long ago, JY and I were crossing this North Bridge Road again and we talk about crossing it in 4 seconds again. I told her the digital timer is gone and I suspect the traffic police knew about the dangerous little game we were playing and took it away……
(The digital timer is actually still there, I really thought it was gone that day)
My Work Buddy Van
Van yesterday night asked me to please introduce guys to her because her mum has been nagging her to get married and she could not take it anymore.
As a good buddy, I told her to look through my Facebook and choose who she likes. Then the next step would be to introduce these selected unlucky men… no I mean lucky men to her.
Actually I have suspected all along, she wanted me to introduce men to her but did not directly ask me. Instead she has been dropping subtle hints and as a man, it is natural that I am oblivious to it until it became clear today. (It just struck me)
The conversations at work and lunches all along were constructed to tell me the kind of men she likes.
Like showing me pictures of men whom she thinks is good-looking, telling me how other men are doing silly (my own interpretation) stuff for her, her past relationships and what kind of men her mum likes. She also once gave me an MCQ test on choosing between three women in the office whom I would date, which I now suspect its a plot for me to ask her back the same question, so that she can indicate her favourite three.
And she often subtly hints to me her virtues, so that when I speak to my men friends, I am able to craft out a picture of an almost perfect woman.
She tell me her everyday mundane things like how she likes to clean the toilet, how she must do housework and how thrifty she is plus all the assets that are under her name.
So if you like a woman who can clean a toilet well (read: responsible), have assets (read: rich), thrifty (means everything you pay), indecisive (means you can make all the decisions), and obedient (means no argument) and naggy (means she is caring), please drop me a note on my blog and I will get in touch with you soon… Oh and also attached a full body photo indicating your height... And your income documents… Men who are good-looking or think they are good-looking are encouraged to apply......
As a good buddy, I told her to look through my Facebook and choose who she likes. Then the next step would be to introduce these selected unlucky men… no I mean lucky men to her.
Actually I have suspected all along, she wanted me to introduce men to her but did not directly ask me. Instead she has been dropping subtle hints and as a man, it is natural that I am oblivious to it until it became clear today. (It just struck me)
The conversations at work and lunches all along were constructed to tell me the kind of men she likes.
Like showing me pictures of men whom she thinks is good-looking, telling me how other men are doing silly (my own interpretation) stuff for her, her past relationships and what kind of men her mum likes. She also once gave me an MCQ test on choosing between three women in the office whom I would date, which I now suspect its a plot for me to ask her back the same question, so that she can indicate her favourite three.
And she often subtly hints to me her virtues, so that when I speak to my men friends, I am able to craft out a picture of an almost perfect woman.
She tell me her everyday mundane things like how she likes to clean the toilet, how she must do housework and how thrifty she is plus all the assets that are under her name.
So if you like a woman who can clean a toilet well (read: responsible), have assets (read: rich), thrifty (means everything you pay), indecisive (means you can make all the decisions), and obedient (means no argument) and naggy (means she is caring), please drop me a note on my blog and I will get in touch with you soon… Oh and also attached a full body photo indicating your height... And your income documents… Men who are good-looking or think they are good-looking are encouraged to apply......
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