Much ado about nothing.
If you have a loved one, you never realise how good you had it till it's gone, but absence makes the heart grow fonder. But don't you worry, love will find a way, even though its more like out of sight, out of mind.Good things come to those who wait, but time and tide wait for no man. So should I sit at home and twiddle my thumbs or not?If you have a dream, seize the day, but then again, haste makes waste. And besides, Rome wasn't built in a day. Fools rush in, but don't put off to tomorrow what you can do today! Are you confunded yet?If every cloud has a silver lining, then excuse my french, but what's the fucking point if all good things come to an end?If a picture paints a thousand words, and actions speak louder than words, then is actions > a picture or the other way round? Silence is golden so anyone up for pictionary or charades?If its the little things in life that count and if less is more, then what the hell is united we stand, divided we fall?If a fool and his money are easily parted, then why is it goddamned so that ignorance is bliss?Einstein's a smart guy right? He says Imagination is more important than knowledge. So all that forewarned is forearmed nonsense? Don't buy it.Keep your enemies close, but when blood is thicker than water, am I supposed to love my family if they screw me over?Charity covers a multitude of sins and it begins at home - this means a multitude of sins begins at home? So much for home is where the heart is - we must be all heathens.Variety is the spice of life, but better to be safe than sorry! East, west, home's best. So stay at home with your barrage of sins. And anyways, curiosity killed the cat. You might die if you leave your house.But dead men tell no tales, so look on the bright side, no one will air your dirty laundry.To make a long story short, my tongue in cheek, do turn a blind eye and remember that god helps those who help themselves, but don't count your chickens before they hatch.
Life is full of contradictions. let's just all sit at home and sin and die.
Walk on your own road.
I've never understood why people like to compare themselves with anybody else. Specifically, me.Do not compare yourself with me.I'm uniquely retarded in my own way so I'll do things my way, thank you very much.I don't understand why people think I'm so weird. I AM weird. I know that.But hey, it's MY weird life, MY weird way of doing things and MY weird way of thinking.everyone has their own paths to walk. I'll never try your way, because its not going to work for me.Just like my way's totally not going to work for you.So walk on your own road.And I'll walk on mine.
But what if I'm not good enough?
Everyone says "Aim for the stars, even if you don't get it, you're still be reaching high."Yea, sure. :/But what if I don't know how to keep it once I've got it? It's like getting a top-of-the-range PJ ( hello, private jet) and learning how to fly from computer games. (hey, could happen.)What says that you'll know how to deal with it once you get it?That in fact, what you're afraid of is success itself.I aim too high sometimes. And I don't ever let go once I get something.I worry I'm holding on to the wrong things.
I used to think that a career would be everything, that once I attained a certain level of success, that everything would fall into place.
I think I could be wrong.
It's been a while.
I haven't blogged in yonks. and I have to apologize for the incredibly long time that I've been away and I definitely didn't think it'd be so long.
But its hard to explain how when you start to sit down and write something and suddenly you experience a brain fart and everything just stops.
And that's it. you've got no more juice left.
one paragraph and your brain's dead.
but here's a good place to start again.
7 deadly sins
I've been influenced by Chris's post on 7 deadly sins, and what can I say?
I see it everywhere. And I make no excuses for the sad excuse of human being that I am. I'm guilty of almost everything.
Technically, the 7 deadly sins shouldn't really apply because, let's face it here. we're in what.. 2006? and the 7 deadly sins was created like eons ago.
But I digress.
Let's intepret it in our modern ways and where the 7 deadly sins can be mostly seen:-
* Note: This is merely my honest reflection on the 7 deadly sins.
I make no apologies for the truth. *
1. PRIDE: 面子. (eng= face)
Let's face it, as asians, we are ALL about pride. A'zean Pride.
But, don't make excuses. It's present in more instances than you think. And worse of all, it's celebrated as a indicator of success.
Think about it.
Some examples of pride:
a.) My kid is better than your kid. He scored like 150000 As. so yeah. he kicks ass. because he can score 150000 As compared to your kid's shitty 14999 As.
b.) I carry a LV Bag. my el-low-vee is not from china, taiwan or bangkok, but mine is airflown from italy and is much better than your Carlo Rino. So because I am carrying some dead guy's initials printed all over my luggage, I am more superior, yes I am.
c.) I live in district 10,000. My district 10,000 is better than your ulu neighbourhood. Therefore, my hood rules.
2. ENVY: What we cannot get, we envy.
In our flawed society, the greater your pride, the greater your level of success
( as augmented in your resplendent material possessions.)
Therefore, a by product of envy is to bitch, which is nicely portrayed in our 'auntie networks'.
Some examples of bitching:
a.) Young girl walking with old man.
i) he is either her real dad, or,
ii) he is her sugar daddy.
Obviously the latter if;
i) they do not look alike
ii) she is dressed remotely skimpily
b.) female carrying LV bag walking with male.
i) she must be *ahem* doing something to get that bag.
ii) the male is her boyfriend and must have bought it for her.
c.) young male driving expensive imported european car (NOT Fiat ok?)
i.) his parents bought it for him.
ii.) he must have sold his morals to get that car.
(either something illegal blue collar or white collar)
I guess society has always taken things at face value (hah check out my fab pun), and neglected real values.
Taking a book by its cover? Just look at the crap on bookshelves these days.
Lovely cover, wonderful marketing, beautiful colours and artwork on the outside.
But reading the book makes you wanna gag. Absolute shite inside.
So how can you judge a book by its cover?
It's no wonder we're losing trust these days.
Don't judge marketing or advertising, judge HOW its used.
It's a wonderful powerful tool for reaching the masses, but its blatantly abused.
3. GLUTTONY : too much food.
I don't have much to say on this. Just take the fact that :
a.) There's too damn many buffets in Singapore
b.) Most people LOVE food.
c.) Most people eat too much.
You really only need so many calories a day to survive. You won't DIE if you don't eat.
But let's face it, we're almost all gluttons. eating less pork lard and more veggies with your 500 calorie fried noodles with extra chilli and extra sauce is not healthy nor nutritious.
(I'm just making an honest observation, I'm guilty of this myself. I'm a compulsive overeater. and I know my buffets. dammit. So yeah, pot, kettle, whatever. )
4. LUST: oohlala.
I have no comment. I'm completely and utterly guilty. I have a nice folder in 'My Pictures', completely stuffed with pictures of Brad Pitt, Jonathan Ryes, Safin, Orlando Bloom, etc.
And of course, my secret (or not so secret) collection of Kimi pics. oh wells. you can't win them all.
5. ANGER: *Roar*
ooh hot topic. I'm again, most guilty with this, because I have an incredibly bad temper, but hey. My thoughts are worth more than my experiences*, aight? (*because I already know its wrong)
I've once thought that perhaps we were an angry lot because we are a suppressed, hollow, rude society.
Don't think I'm too far off the mark:
a.) Road Rage: Just look at the inventive choice of words used, and the creativeness employed in highly illegal road manoeuvres in road rage.
It's amazing what people (especially taxi drivers) can come up with when their lanes are overtaken, or when the guy in the next lane drives 0.0001mm nearer to that white line dividing 'his side' and 'my side'.
b.) Don't know if anyone remembers that article on Everitt Road about the neighbours taking each other to court over silly trivial matters, and doing, shouting unspeakable things to each other. and apparently it went on for like 7 years? yes, well. ANGER. *meaningful look*
c.) The teacher that cut off the student's hair on the day of his/her exams? wow now I totally applaud that move, that was WAY cool, but really. teeny bit angry now, that?
6. GREED: more.
we always want more. More money, more pride, more success, more of EVERYTHING.
I don't need an ABC for this, just look at the femes 5 Cs ( the equation for success) we've got:
Car: Just having a car in Singapore is good enough. A new 06 Toyota costs like 100K up. And we've not factored in the tax yet.
But in order to reach the higher strata of success, buy a 200 Merc and Up. Beemers are always accepted, but only for series manufactured later than 2004.
Condo: Housing is expensive and even if you have to work your entire lifetime to buy one, it also matters where. District 10 to 12 is highly recommended for the elusive wow factor.
Cash: Money in the bank. As good as money in your hand. But these days, its all about:
Credit: cards, or just credit. Hey, it's money. Munny good. the more the merrier.
Club: It costs like another car to buy a Club. It's a status thing. But some clubs are better than others. (4 legs good, 2 legs bad)
7. SLOTH: laziness.
Ok, probably I'm just the only pig around, but I sure like to do nothing on weekends but sleep.
I don't think I'm the only one. :)
Anyways, I am completely guilty of almost all the sins, but I don't think I'm alone, and my thoughts and opinions are separate of my experiences. (I apparently don't learn anything from life)
But really. I guess we've a long ways to go.
Asians pwn at the game arcade.
Wah, he damn li hai.
at least. i think its chopin. can someone tell me if i'm wrong?
It could be chai-coss-key. ok nvm. excuse my lame-ass jokes.
On Shirts and Love.
I've blogged about loads of stuff now.Mostly about how shit life can be and about silly things in my life.But I've yet to blog about love.Actually, I don't know a lot about it. Everyone would say 'oh everyone knows about that kind of stuff. You meet someone you like and hey presto! there's love!'But there's more to it than that for me.See, I've always felt that finding love is like finding the right shirt.There are many kinds of shirts out there. Bright Red ones, with danger emblazoned over them, dull grey ones made of the softest cotton, Silk shirts which can only be drycleaned.Thousands of materials, a million ways to sew the right fit, mainstream brands or tailored....It depends on your kind of liking.But you can only choose one.You can only wear one.I want a shirt that's comfortable, yet showy.That feels like the softest silk, yet warm in cold times.That's low maintenance, even if I tear it, or chuck it in the washer.That has the best cutting in the world to make me feel like I'm slimmer.That is solely made for ME.That, to me, is the best shirt in the world.And that, is purely why I have so few shirts. :)