There comes a point in every race, could be the 5th mile, could be the 25th, but eventually, you are going to hit what every runner calls "The Wall". And when you do, you won't be able to breathe, or think, or even move, and all you want to do ... is give up.
That's the difference between getting a girl, and keeping a girl...
I run marathons, haha!
Run, Fat Boy, RUN!
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Wednesday, January 09, 2008
What do you think?
I called this guy up today, and asked him if he had any stock available for two board games that I wanted to buy...
He said he'll check, and call me back later...
...
Call back he did, and told me that there were only one each of the two board games I requested, and he told me to "Come by tomorrow" if I really wanted it...
So I did... Fearing that they will run out of stock if I didn't tarry, I came down immediately. Then he told me that he didn't have it in stock, and actually he meant "Come by TOMORROW", instead of "Come BY tomorrow". Coz he will get the single leftover stock in tomorrow from his warehouse; he didn't have it at the store currently...
Sheesh... over the phone, I couldn't tell the difference. I thought he meant the latter...
Would you have thought the same???
He said he'll check, and call me back later...
...
Call back he did, and told me that there were only one each of the two board games I requested, and he told me to "Come by tomorrow" if I really wanted it...
So I did... Fearing that they will run out of stock if I didn't tarry, I came down immediately. Then he told me that he didn't have it in stock, and actually he meant "Come by TOMORROW", instead of "Come BY tomorrow". Coz he will get the single leftover stock in tomorrow from his warehouse; he didn't have it at the store currently...
Sheesh... over the phone, I couldn't tell the difference. I thought he meant the latter...
Would you have thought the same???
Wednesday, January 02, 2008
Just Chillin'
The boom of an approaching plane...
Peering out the window, I can't seem to make it out... Though I can't see it, I know it's there... and it makes me calm.
Sitting back, the radio playing light jazzy tunes, gotta admit, life's been pretty decent to me. I don't get everything I want in life, but, who does anyway?
Everything in life simply gets better when you are not hankering desperately after some object of desire. Perhaps this is middle-age thinking, when the rashness of youth is replaced by a jaded acceptance... or is it called a tacit understanding...
I lean back on my chair, eyes closed, hands behind my head, stephanie singing a slow, low ballad, the song interspersed with the drone of the fan. No cares in the world, just a little "me time" before I head to bed. A grin, shoulders down, as i think about how the bedsheet is warming up under my feet...my own style of "meditative pose"...
I am happy...
Peering out the window, I can't seem to make it out... Though I can't see it, I know it's there... and it makes me calm.
Sitting back, the radio playing light jazzy tunes, gotta admit, life's been pretty decent to me. I don't get everything I want in life, but, who does anyway?
Everything in life simply gets better when you are not hankering desperately after some object of desire. Perhaps this is middle-age thinking, when the rashness of youth is replaced by a jaded acceptance... or is it called a tacit understanding...
I lean back on my chair, eyes closed, hands behind my head, stephanie singing a slow, low ballad, the song interspersed with the drone of the fan. No cares in the world, just a little "me time" before I head to bed. A grin, shoulders down, as i think about how the bedsheet is warming up under my feet...my own style of "meditative pose"...
I am happy...
Monday, December 31, 2007
2008 New Year Things to Do
- Lose Weight
- Drop 15 kg (1.5 kg / month)
- No late night pig-out sessions (No food after 9 pm)
- Personal Finance
- Set out & follow budget (Save first)
- Consider financial portfolio
- Work on Faults
- Live up to promises
- Not to be overly-critical of others
- Pick up New Skills
- Learn Salsa
- Digital Photography
- Management Consultancy
- Improve on Existing Skills / Achieve Certification
- Tennis (Regular Coaching Sessions)
- Diving (Certification for Advanced Open Water, Deep Diver)
- Attend Wine Appreciation Classes
- Pass CFA I
- Set up business website
- Exercise / Training Schedule
- Running - Twice Weekly (Thursday, Sunday)
- Swimming - Twice Weekly (Tuesday, Saturday)
- Tennis - Twice Weekly (Wednesday, Saturday)
- Blading - Weekly (Sunday)
- Badminton - Fortnightly (Wednesday)
- Squash - Monthly
- Races
- Singapore Biathlon 2008 (1 March) - Target: 1 hr 40 mins
- Singapore Bay Run / Army Half Marathon (TBC) - Target: 2 hrs 15 mins
- JP Morgan Chase 5.6km Corporate Run - Target: 30 mins
- Fuji Xerox Open Water 3km (TBC) - Target: 1 hr 10 mins
- Singapore Marathon 2008 (7 December) - Target: 5 hrs 30 mins
- Special Events
- Formula One Singapore Inaugural Race (28 September)
- Two overseas trips (Laos, Cambodia)
So This Is Christmas
(by John Lennon)
So this is Christmas
And what have you done?
Another year over
And a new one just begun
And so this is Christmas
I hope you have fun
The near and the dear one
The old and the young.
A very Merry Christmas
And a Happy New Year
Let's hope it's a good one
Without any fear
And so this is Christmas
For weak and for strong
For rich and the poor ones
The road is so long
And so Happy Christmas
For black and for white
For yellow and red ones
Let's stop all the fight.
A very Merry Christmas
And a Happy New Year
Let's hope it's a good one
Without any fear
So this is Christmas
And what have you done?
Another year over
And a new one just begun
And so Happy Christmas
I hope you have fun
The near and the dear one
The old and the young.
A very Merry Christmas
And a Happy New Year
Let's hope it's a good one
Without any fear
War is over!
If you want it
War is over!
War is over, Now!
And what have you done?
Another year over
And a new one just begun
And so this is Christmas
I hope you have fun
The near and the dear one
The old and the young.
A very Merry Christmas
And a Happy New Year
Let's hope it's a good one
Without any fear
And so this is Christmas
For weak and for strong
For rich and the poor ones
The road is so long
And so Happy Christmas
For black and for white
For yellow and red ones
Let's stop all the fight.
A very Merry Christmas
And a Happy New Year
Let's hope it's a good one
Without any fear
So this is Christmas
And what have you done?
Another year over
And a new one just begun
And so Happy Christmas
I hope you have fun
The near and the dear one
The old and the young.
A very Merry Christmas
And a Happy New Year
Let's hope it's a good one
Without any fear
War is over!
If you want it
War is over!
War is over, Now!
Saturday, December 15, 2007
Facing the Music...
It's time to face the facts, people.
When you're in it, you only accept the evidence that aids your case, and cheerfully ignore the growing pile of stuff that points otherwise...
You'd need someone else to shine the light for you, to tell you to accept the things that you have been unconsciously denying...
It's tough to accept... People can go through their entire existence pretending, living in webs of deceit... I've decided that I shan't be one of them...
When the facts pile up once or twice, it's a coincidence... three or four, it's a suspicious... five or six, it's a undeniable, inalienable truth...
It's ok, if I can do a marathon, I can accept this painful truth. I can move on. New year's coming, perfect time for a fresh start, new beginnings...
When you're in it, you only accept the evidence that aids your case, and cheerfully ignore the growing pile of stuff that points otherwise...
You'd need someone else to shine the light for you, to tell you to accept the things that you have been unconsciously denying...
It's tough to accept... People can go through their entire existence pretending, living in webs of deceit... I've decided that I shan't be one of them...
When the facts pile up once or twice, it's a coincidence... three or four, it's a suspicious... five or six, it's a undeniable, inalienable truth...
It's ok, if I can do a marathon, I can accept this painful truth. I can move on. New year's coming, perfect time for a fresh start, new beginnings...
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
I am a Food Reviewer!
Yesterday night had a wonderful evening out with a dear friend. The Belgian restaurant that we went to was called Oosters, and I liked it so much, I decided to review it! It's now available on HungryGoWhere! In fact, I'm the first reviewer of that particular restaurant, so I scored a "First"! Overall, scored it a 7.5! The link is here:
http://www.hungrygowhere.com/oosters_belgian_brasserie_suntec
After reading the review, would YOU go there?
Hmmm, wonder if I can ever earn a living doing food reviews. It's certainly a dream career!
=P~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
http://www.hungrygowhere.com/oosters_belgian_brasserie_suntec
After reading the review, would YOU go there?
Hmmm, wonder if I can ever earn a living doing food reviews. It's certainly a dream career!
=P~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Thursday, November 29, 2007
You don't understand...
That making flippant remarks is very disparaging and insulting...
That without establishing facts, commenting on a person's behaviour is ill-advised...
That attempting to link a person's activity to a single (and incorrect) point is crudely diminishing his depth of character...
That is why I am pissed.
That without establishing facts, commenting on a person's behaviour is ill-advised...
That attempting to link a person's activity to a single (and incorrect) point is crudely diminishing his depth of character...
That is why I am pissed.
Monday, November 26, 2007
What's in a name?
Perceptive, Affable, Loquacious, EXciting!
Personable, Affirming, Logical, EXtroverted!
Who do you think it stands for?
Personable, Affirming, Logical, EXtroverted!
Who do you think it stands for?
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Laying Roots... Or Not
Realised I never wrote about one of my few guiding philosophies in life... Often expressed to close friends, in words and in actions. But I guess it is the (unwritten) rule that if it's not set down in ink, it counts not. My life decisions, no matter how innocuous, be often be quite easily traced to this philosophy. Anyway, this is how I live my life...
... Like Forrest's leaf, going where the wind blows...
I often attribute it to the side-effects of my overseas education. The first day I stepped into the cornfields of the Land of Lincoln, I was advised this "Good Trick": Don't think of staying here long-term; you're only passing through...
At first, it only represented the physical materials in life. Since I will be in the dorms the first year only, there's no real need to buy too much stuff, since I would have to shift / throw them the following year. The more nonsense I accumulate, the more baggage there is down the road. I kept that "Good Trick" very close to my heart; I purchased as little "necessities" as needed. Whatever I bought, I kept the packaging, in preparation that I will be reusing it to shift out someday.
Whenever I chanced across something I really wanted, I asked myself, is my need transient, cause the outcome of my decision might not be... With that, I denied myself many things, many times over. I could live without those material things, in the firm belief that there will be one day, when I settled down, when all these things will come.
... I've only just arrived, but I'm good to go...
After that first year in the dorm, I finally moved out to an apartment. People who have seen that apartment would remember the one unusual aspect of our living room. It was full of boxes, stacked all around the living room. The boxes accumulated from the first day we moved in, in preparation for our eventual departure.
The boxes stood there until the day we all went our separate ways two years later. Because, in our hearts, we knew that the apartment was transient, and that like in the dorms, there was no point "settling in" when we lived there knowing we would move out eventually. My philosophy strengthened and entrenched itself further.
Even more so, the original focus on only physical possessions evolved into emotional and romantic considerations as well. I no longer considered anywhere home. I was just passing through everywhere I went. Anything that would anchor me to a specific location, i.e. a lover, a permanent physical possession, a feeling of belonging, they were all taboo.
... Take only pictures, leave only footprints...
I became a "transient"; a person who is unwilling to lay his roots anywhere, and lived in the knowledge that my current situation is only "transitory". Unwillingness to lay down roots
anywhere, even when I returned to Singapore from my education. I don't think of where I live as home. It is a room where I stay after office hours. It is a place where I plot my next destination...
I don't believe in possessions here. Hence, I doubt I will ever decorate my room. They will become junk when I leave anyway. I doubt that I will ever buy a car. I can live without it. I doubt that I will ever buy an apartment. The 20-30 years stuck here paying off the housing loans is a complete deal-breaker for me.
Most importantly, I doubt I will ever fall in love here. Laying roots that lead to my heart would be the most difficult to shear off. If I believe that I will leave here someday, if I give my heart out to someone here, in the knowledge that I WILL leave here, I am just setting the stage for my eventual heartbreak.
... Where the heart is, I don't know ...
The point is that, I don't know where is home. Maybe the US, Europe, Middle-East, Antartica, the Mooon. Maybe it IS here. Until I know, until I reach there, physically and emotionally, I will abide by my philosophy. I won't allow myself a long-term commitment to a fixed location. I won't allow myself the luxury of being home. I won't allow myself to be exposed to love and heartbreak. Whatever hinders me from leaving is unacceptable.
...I am a transient...
That's only temporal.
... Like Forrest's leaf, going where the wind blows...
I often attribute it to the side-effects of my overseas education. The first day I stepped into the cornfields of the Land of Lincoln, I was advised this "Good Trick": Don't think of staying here long-term; you're only passing through...
At first, it only represented the physical materials in life. Since I will be in the dorms the first year only, there's no real need to buy too much stuff, since I would have to shift / throw them the following year. The more nonsense I accumulate, the more baggage there is down the road. I kept that "Good Trick" very close to my heart; I purchased as little "necessities" as needed. Whatever I bought, I kept the packaging, in preparation that I will be reusing it to shift out someday.
Whenever I chanced across something I really wanted, I asked myself, is my need transient, cause the outcome of my decision might not be... With that, I denied myself many things, many times over. I could live without those material things, in the firm belief that there will be one day, when I settled down, when all these things will come.
... I've only just arrived, but I'm good to go...
After that first year in the dorm, I finally moved out to an apartment. People who have seen that apartment would remember the one unusual aspect of our living room. It was full of boxes, stacked all around the living room. The boxes accumulated from the first day we moved in, in preparation for our eventual departure.
The boxes stood there until the day we all went our separate ways two years later. Because, in our hearts, we knew that the apartment was transient, and that like in the dorms, there was no point "settling in" when we lived there knowing we would move out eventually. My philosophy strengthened and entrenched itself further.
Even more so, the original focus on only physical possessions evolved into emotional and romantic considerations as well. I no longer considered anywhere home. I was just passing through everywhere I went. Anything that would anchor me to a specific location, i.e. a lover, a permanent physical possession, a feeling of belonging, they were all taboo.
... Take only pictures, leave only footprints...
I became a "transient"; a person who is unwilling to lay his roots anywhere, and lived in the knowledge that my current situation is only "transitory". Unwillingness to lay down roots
anywhere, even when I returned to Singapore from my education. I don't think of where I live as home. It is a room where I stay after office hours. It is a place where I plot my next destination...
I don't believe in possessions here. Hence, I doubt I will ever decorate my room. They will become junk when I leave anyway. I doubt that I will ever buy a car. I can live without it. I doubt that I will ever buy an apartment. The 20-30 years stuck here paying off the housing loans is a complete deal-breaker for me.
Most importantly, I doubt I will ever fall in love here. Laying roots that lead to my heart would be the most difficult to shear off. If I believe that I will leave here someday, if I give my heart out to someone here, in the knowledge that I WILL leave here, I am just setting the stage for my eventual heartbreak.
... Where the heart is, I don't know ...
The point is that, I don't know where is home. Maybe the US, Europe, Middle-East, Antartica, the Mooon. Maybe it IS here. Until I know, until I reach there, physically and emotionally, I will abide by my philosophy. I won't allow myself a long-term commitment to a fixed location. I won't allow myself the luxury of being home. I won't allow myself to be exposed to love and heartbreak. Whatever hinders me from leaving is unacceptable.
...I am a transient...
That's only temporal.
Saturday, October 27, 2007
For My Dear Senior...
This is for a friend.
She is a wonderful and lovely person, whom I've known for more than 10 years. Our friendship has evolved several times, from a bossy section leader whom I tried to bully back, to being the elder sister of one of my favourite juniors, to a friend whom I made sure to call on whenever I came back Singapore, to a near and dear senior whom we share moments of refreshing friendship and care...
Till today, have always referred to her affectionately as "My Dear Senior". Only 6 months older, but infinitely wiser than me. Perhaps her sharing the same birthday as my mum contributed to that perception. Like a slow 30s light jazz song, I always feel calm and relaxed in her presence.
She is kind and caring, frequently able to sense the emotions and thoughts of others, and knowing when to approach, and when to hold back. She's also sweet, saccharine even, like a gentle doe, softly grazing in the forest and leaving no marks wherever she may tread.
Yet she possesses a hidden steel of determination that glints bright for her passions. She inspires, and carries others along. Among others, her passion for scrabble, running, are more than just a passing interest, but a natural force of energy that draws in others in her wake.
Though she is as affected by worldly emotions as others, in moments of personal pain, she holds it in, revealing nothing but a stoic impasse. Her wall of control, she only allows entry to close ones. Can well imagine her saying, "Well, it's disappointing, but everything in its stride..." and start smiling.
I count myself lucky to know her, a person to share my thoughts with, a senior to look up to, and, as the years pass, a constant, consistent lighthouse to get my bearings in the choppy waves of life...
Happy Birthday, My Dear Senior
Here's wishing you many years of continued passion
and decades more of our friendship
She is a wonderful and lovely person, whom I've known for more than 10 years. Our friendship has evolved several times, from a bossy section leader whom I tried to bully back, to being the elder sister of one of my favourite juniors, to a friend whom I made sure to call on whenever I came back Singapore, to a near and dear senior whom we share moments of refreshing friendship and care...
Till today, have always referred to her affectionately as "My Dear Senior". Only 6 months older, but infinitely wiser than me. Perhaps her sharing the same birthday as my mum contributed to that perception. Like a slow 30s light jazz song, I always feel calm and relaxed in her presence.
She is kind and caring, frequently able to sense the emotions and thoughts of others, and knowing when to approach, and when to hold back. She's also sweet, saccharine even, like a gentle doe, softly grazing in the forest and leaving no marks wherever she may tread.
Yet she possesses a hidden steel of determination that glints bright for her passions. She inspires, and carries others along. Among others, her passion for scrabble, running, are more than just a passing interest, but a natural force of energy that draws in others in her wake.
Though she is as affected by worldly emotions as others, in moments of personal pain, she holds it in, revealing nothing but a stoic impasse. Her wall of control, she only allows entry to close ones. Can well imagine her saying, "Well, it's disappointing, but everything in its stride..." and start smiling.
I count myself lucky to know her, a person to share my thoughts with, a senior to look up to, and, as the years pass, a constant, consistent lighthouse to get my bearings in the choppy waves of life...
Happy Birthday, My Dear Senior
Here's wishing you many years of continued passion
and decades more of our friendship
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Friday, September 14, 2007
What I Did Today, Was For Friendship...
This is me.
What is not me, is to fight hard for my friendships...
I'm doing so right now, because this one is worth it...
If it goes, it will not be because I was too scared to face up to the problems, like last time...
The next time, I will be stronger, braver and faster...
Life... it's a learning experience... we are all just learning as we go along...
What is not me, is to fight hard for my friendships...
I'm doing so right now, because this one is worth it...
If it goes, it will not be because I was too scared to face up to the problems, like last time...
The next time, I will be stronger, braver and faster...
Life... it's a learning experience... we are all just learning as we go along...
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Amidst all the pointless work in life...
I had a conversation with a colleague today. It's moments like this that you would remember for a long time, one of those incidents that, upon reflection decades later, you realise that it was a direction marker, one that would pretty much guide the next phase of my life...
He told me that many years ago, just after he came back from his university studies, as a scholar, he was asked one of those standard 'scholarly' questions, "What is your guiding philosophy in life?" He answered that it would be such that, every 2-3 years, when he asked himself what is his aim, it would be entirely different. This would indicate that there was a certain focal point in his life, and that he had accomplished what he set out to do, and move on to other things. He termed this his "chapters", that every 2-3 years, he would move on to a different chapter, a different part of life, as his goals change with his experiences.
That struck me. Hard. I mean, WOW! It's almost completely in opposition to the way I've been living... I think, in my entire life, I have always been focused on 1 or 2 main things, which never changed. It has always been vague targets, and each and every year, it was a variation of the same old, same old. To the point of obsession. Yet, sub-consciously, there was an inherent understanding that I would always have time later to achieve those targets, so I could afford to slacken off, and putter around...
Correctly or not, it had meant that my life was a one-chapter book, just detailing the endless circles and agonising efforts as I achieved (or not) my life purpose, a vague and ephemeral imagining... Thus, what if I never change direction, but never accomplished that overall life purposes? On my grave then, it would say "Here lies K-U, his only purpose in life was to serve as a warning for others"...
What he said, made absolute sense. To me. On a very fundamental level. When I look back, there are so few, so few, things that I can recall with fondness and pride. I have just been plodding along, content with being blown with the winds of current events. I tell myself, I have goals, but since they're so hard to accomplish anyway, lemme just concentrate on all the impotent ,daily, nonsensical, minute, meaningless chores that are nipping at my ankles.
Oh look, a year has passed. Nothing's changed. Again.
It's been like that the past 27 years for me. No better time than the present, to wake up and see what's been happening with my life. I have written one chapter in my life so far, 27 years in the making. It's time to outline new chapters, new goals, something to achieve in 3 years, accomplish that, and move on to something else.
I will do just that. This year, I will compete and complete the stanchart full marathon. Or die trying. That will be something I will look back fondly. After that, I will think of something else, not rest in the comfort of the knowledge of that (hopefully) accomplishment. 2nd December 2007 will end a chapter of my life, and start a new one.
My life story will be filled up with exciting and fulfilling chapters... That is my life purpose.
He told me that many years ago, just after he came back from his university studies, as a scholar, he was asked one of those standard 'scholarly' questions, "What is your guiding philosophy in life?" He answered that it would be such that, every 2-3 years, when he asked himself what is his aim, it would be entirely different. This would indicate that there was a certain focal point in his life, and that he had accomplished what he set out to do, and move on to other things. He termed this his "chapters", that every 2-3 years, he would move on to a different chapter, a different part of life, as his goals change with his experiences.
That struck me. Hard. I mean, WOW! It's almost completely in opposition to the way I've been living... I think, in my entire life, I have always been focused on 1 or 2 main things, which never changed. It has always been vague targets, and each and every year, it was a variation of the same old, same old. To the point of obsession. Yet, sub-consciously, there was an inherent understanding that I would always have time later to achieve those targets, so I could afford to slacken off, and putter around...
Correctly or not, it had meant that my life was a one-chapter book, just detailing the endless circles and agonising efforts as I achieved (or not) my life purpose, a vague and ephemeral imagining... Thus, what if I never change direction, but never accomplished that overall life purposes? On my grave then, it would say "Here lies K-U, his only purpose in life was to serve as a warning for others"...
What he said, made absolute sense. To me. On a very fundamental level. When I look back, there are so few, so few, things that I can recall with fondness and pride. I have just been plodding along, content with being blown with the winds of current events. I tell myself, I have goals, but since they're so hard to accomplish anyway, lemme just concentrate on all the impotent ,daily, nonsensical, minute, meaningless chores that are nipping at my ankles.
Oh look, a year has passed. Nothing's changed. Again.
It's been like that the past 27 years for me. No better time than the present, to wake up and see what's been happening with my life. I have written one chapter in my life so far, 27 years in the making. It's time to outline new chapters, new goals, something to achieve in 3 years, accomplish that, and move on to something else.
I will do just that. This year, I will compete and complete the stanchart full marathon. Or die trying. That will be something I will look back fondly. After that, I will think of something else, not rest in the comfort of the knowledge of that (hopefully) accomplishment. 2nd December 2007 will end a chapter of my life, and start a new one.
My life story will be filled up with exciting and fulfilling chapters... That is my life purpose.
Monday, September 03, 2007
My Horoscope for Today... Things will Change...
The Bottom Line
Your place among your friends is secure today, and you know just where you stand.
In Detail
By today, you have pushed through the most confusing part of your little emotional obstacle course -- and things are starting to look clearer and you are starting to feel much happier. Your place among your friends is secure, and you know just where you stand. Hold onto your rising optimism, because it will take you the rest of the way. The going is not going to be so rough anymore, and you are about to experience an extended period of peace, relaxation, and contentment.
Thoughts in the middle of the night...
Sometimes I can't sleep...
The body is tired and aching, but the mind is sharp and alert, filling it up with neverending thoughts... My day, my week, my life. Anxious, I looked at the alarm clock... 2.15am, just 4 hours before I have to awaken and face a brand new day. Can't help but wonder about the myriad of events that would occur in the next 24 hours, the joys, the heartbreaks, the expected and unexpected.
Just another day in paradise, my paradise, where I work without feeling, and I wander in search of a meaningful existence, displeased at my current state of affairs. The work is uninspiring, unchallenging, and every single day, it drags me down deeper and deeper into the grave of pointlessness. The more I work, the more useless I feel, the more I blend into the wallpaper, almost content to just while away as a Life Ordinary...
Wasn't I supposed to do much more? Accomplish more significant things than just end up making powerpoint slide and writing papers that lead to nothing, nothing at all? Did I really work so hard last time to just stagnate, my flesh rotting, and my mind growing in feebleness? Is there something out there waiting for me to fill the void and BE somebody?
Like one of my favourite movies' title, is this really "As Good As It Gets"?
If it is...
The body is tired and aching, but the mind is sharp and alert, filling it up with neverending thoughts... My day, my week, my life. Anxious, I looked at the alarm clock... 2.15am, just 4 hours before I have to awaken and face a brand new day. Can't help but wonder about the myriad of events that would occur in the next 24 hours, the joys, the heartbreaks, the expected and unexpected.
Just another day in paradise, my paradise, where I work without feeling, and I wander in search of a meaningful existence, displeased at my current state of affairs. The work is uninspiring, unchallenging, and every single day, it drags me down deeper and deeper into the grave of pointlessness. The more I work, the more useless I feel, the more I blend into the wallpaper, almost content to just while away as a Life Ordinary...
Wasn't I supposed to do much more? Accomplish more significant things than just end up making powerpoint slide and writing papers that lead to nothing, nothing at all? Did I really work so hard last time to just stagnate, my flesh rotting, and my mind growing in feebleness? Is there something out there waiting for me to fill the void and BE somebody?
Like one of my favourite movies' title, is this really "As Good As It Gets"?
If it is...
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Thoughts...
What do you say to a man,
who's afraid to see his own reflection?
it's like a man running away from his shadow.
always there, lurking in the background,
when you least expect it, dropping your guard,
it rears its ugly head...
the feeling of self-loathing is strong,
you hate yourself, dread, desperation
and ... pity.
you wonder how others can accept who you are,
when there is no acceptability within,
your appearance is not the image you project,
far from it...
you look deeper within,
and hope that there is an inner beauty,
hidden within,
to make up for the outward appearance...
the horrible realisation,
no consolation there,
if possible, it is even darker and more horrid,
an evil barely suppressed and covered...
What do you say to a man,
who hates his outside,
and hates his inside?
who's afraid to see his own reflection?
it's like a man running away from his shadow.
always there, lurking in the background,
when you least expect it, dropping your guard,
it rears its ugly head...
the feeling of self-loathing is strong,
you hate yourself, dread, desperation
and ... pity.
you wonder how others can accept who you are,
when there is no acceptability within,
your appearance is not the image you project,
far from it...
you look deeper within,
and hope that there is an inner beauty,
hidden within,
to make up for the outward appearance...
the horrible realisation,
no consolation there,
if possible, it is even darker and more horrid,
an evil barely suppressed and covered...
What do you say to a man,
who hates his outside,
and hates his inside?
Something Stupid...
Found this song... been putting it on repeat... the rhythm and the lyrics are just so enchanting...
just so right...
Hope u will like it too... :)
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Something Stupid
(Robbie Williams & Nicole Kidman)
I know I stand in line
Until you think you have the time
To spend an evening with me
And if we go someplace to dance
I know that there's a chance
You won't be leaving with me
Then afterwards we drop into a quiet little place
And have a drink or two
And then I go and spoil it all
By saying something stupid
Like I love you
I can see it in your eyes
That you despise the same old lines
You heard the night before
And though it's just a line to you
For me it's true
And never seemed so right before
I practice every day to find some clever
lines to say
To make the meaning come through
But then I think I'll wait until the evening
gets late
And I'm alone with you
The time is right
Your perfume fills my head
The stars get red
And oh the night's so blue
And then I go and spoil it all
By saying something stupid
Like I love you
I love you...
just so right...
Hope u will like it too... :)
============================
Something Stupid
(Robbie Williams & Nicole Kidman)
I know I stand in line
Until you think you have the time
To spend an evening with me
And if we go someplace to dance
I know that there's a chance
You won't be leaving with me
Then afterwards we drop into a quiet little place
And have a drink or two
And then I go and spoil it all
By saying something stupid
Like I love you
I can see it in your eyes
That you despise the same old lines
You heard the night before
And though it's just a line to you
For me it's true
And never seemed so right before
I practice every day to find some clever
lines to say
To make the meaning come through
But then I think I'll wait until the evening
gets late
And I'm alone with you
The time is right
Your perfume fills my head
The stars get red
And oh the night's so blue
And then I go and spoil it all
By saying something stupid
Like I love you
I love you...
Friday, August 24, 2007
Friday, August 10, 2007
Missed Directions
Someone asked me today what my goal in life was... I hesitated, not because I didn't have a goal already planned out, and not because I didn't want to share it out openly, but rather because... I forgot what it was.
I remembered stepping into my first day of work, convinced of the path I was going to take for at least the next 6 years of my life. The path was clear and promising: to achieve a balance of work, life, and health.
However, in the past year, my goals have been over-shadowed by events, good and bad. Sometimes work seems promising, and there's a glimmer of hope of its success, and all it needs is a little more time spent working, and less on friends and exercise. Then it starts to envelope me until i was consumed and obsessed, and forgot about my other priorities. When realisation sets in, i pull back, but by then, that balance has been broken.
That has repeated so often, eroding bit by bit my resolve to achieve that equilibrium... One year ahead, it has reached the point of near-oblivion in my mind, until that conversation today.
Work success is not everything. it should not consume the other aspects of my life. From now on, I will guard against this lapse diligently. I will work hard, but i will equally play hard as well. My work does not define me. Neither does my play. But rather, it's the mish-mash of dynamic equilibriums that shapes my life, molds my soul...
I remembered stepping into my first day of work, convinced of the path I was going to take for at least the next 6 years of my life. The path was clear and promising: to achieve a balance of work, life, and health.
However, in the past year, my goals have been over-shadowed by events, good and bad. Sometimes work seems promising, and there's a glimmer of hope of its success, and all it needs is a little more time spent working, and less on friends and exercise. Then it starts to envelope me until i was consumed and obsessed, and forgot about my other priorities. When realisation sets in, i pull back, but by then, that balance has been broken.
That has repeated so often, eroding bit by bit my resolve to achieve that equilibrium... One year ahead, it has reached the point of near-oblivion in my mind, until that conversation today.
Work success is not everything. it should not consume the other aspects of my life. From now on, I will guard against this lapse diligently. I will work hard, but i will equally play hard as well. My work does not define me. Neither does my play. But rather, it's the mish-mash of dynamic equilibriums that shapes my life, molds my soul...
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