Mind is pretty much blank for the past month or so. Been trying real hard to keep head afloat. You know they say that when it rains, it pours? Guess that has been happening. One after another, just like waves crashing onto the shore.
But every rainbow has an end, and seasons come and go. I'm coming close to the end of yet another busy season. Taking a deep breath for now. Everything will be alrite.
Watch this space for more confessions.
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Wednesday, March 08, 2006
The heat is on...
Everyone's changing, I stay the same
I'm a solo cello outside a chorus
I've got a secret,
It's time for me to tell that you've been keeping me warm
Just sweet beginnings and bitter endings
In coffee city, we borrowed hea-ven
Don't give it back, I've never felt so wanted
Are you taking me home?
I'm a solo cello outside a chorus
I've got a secret,
It's time for me to tell that you've been keeping me warm
Just sweet beginnings and bitter endings
In coffee city, we borrowed hea-ven
Don't give it back, I've never felt so wanted
Are you taking me home?
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
This straightjacket feeling...
strait·jack·et also straight·jack·et
Pronunciation Key (strtjkt)
n.
1. A long-sleeved jacketlike garment used to bind the arms tightly against the body as a means of restraining a violent patient or prisoner.
2. Something that restricts, hinders, or confines: the straitjacket of bureaucratic paperwork.
tr.v. strait·jack·et·ed, strait·jack·et·ing, strait·jack·ets
To restrain, restrict, or hinder by or as if by confining in a straitjacket.
Have you ever felt controlled in your life? Not by just someone but also by circumstances. You cannot do the things that you want to, because you need to spare a thought for others. Or because someone is preventing you, or because of yourself?
Feels like having a straightjacket around you. Its so stifling and you just wanna scream out! Makes you wonder sometimes if you are just another patient living in an asylum - your world.
Pronunciation Key (strtjkt)
n.
1. A long-sleeved jacketlike garment used to bind the arms tightly against the body as a means of restraining a violent patient or prisoner.
2. Something that restricts, hinders, or confines: the straitjacket of bureaucratic paperwork.
tr.v. strait·jack·et·ed, strait·jack·et·ing, strait·jack·ets
To restrain, restrict, or hinder by or as if by confining in a straitjacket.
Have you ever felt controlled in your life? Not by just someone but also by circumstances. You cannot do the things that you want to, because you need to spare a thought for others. Or because someone is preventing you, or because of yourself?
Feels like having a straightjacket around you. Its so stifling and you just wanna scream out! Makes you wonder sometimes if you are just another patient living in an asylum - your world.
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
What happened to prevention was better than cure?
Read in an article today of a Mexican man that was grossly overweight and was considered to the one of the heaviest man in the world. He's 40 years old and weighs 86 stones (dunno how much that is but you should see his picture). Apparently he has appealed to the doctors to reduce weight, cos he does not want to die. "If they can operate on my stomach, then ... listen, I am not afraid of dying, we were born to die," he said. "But I'm afraid to die without trying. That, yes, I am frightened of."
The statement the man made really set me thinking. I was pretty much brought up in a culture of prevention is better than cure. If you want to lose weight, you watch what you eat and you diet. If you don't want to fall sick, then you take care of your health, if you don't want to come to a point where you don't have money, then you save! But soemhow it seems that culture has changed. It has become somewhat of a passive attitude towards life and of self.
This man chooses not to watch his diet and he claims he's afraid of dying. Sheesh, you would think that if he really was, then he would not be in this state. People today are very good at copping out. When they face a problem, its usually the easy way out. If they are having a hard time at work, they quit and change jobs. When a task is too hard, they give up. Perseverance is no longer a virtue, its virtually dead.
On a morbid note, for those who have caught the movie "Saw and Saw II", the plot of the movie is about a psycho who places peoples in situations where they have to do something in order to live, it can be painful and self-mutilating, but if they go through it, they will survive. The lesson he was trying to teach those people to appreciate life, and only when they are about to lose it, do they realise its preciousness. Scary thought, but its true isn't it?
How would you live your life if you knew you had a couple more months to life? Would it be any different now? If yes, why? Let's endeavour to live life to the fullest.
The statement the man made really set me thinking. I was pretty much brought up in a culture of prevention is better than cure. If you want to lose weight, you watch what you eat and you diet. If you don't want to fall sick, then you take care of your health, if you don't want to come to a point where you don't have money, then you save! But soemhow it seems that culture has changed. It has become somewhat of a passive attitude towards life and of self.
This man chooses not to watch his diet and he claims he's afraid of dying. Sheesh, you would think that if he really was, then he would not be in this state. People today are very good at copping out. When they face a problem, its usually the easy way out. If they are having a hard time at work, they quit and change jobs. When a task is too hard, they give up. Perseverance is no longer a virtue, its virtually dead.
On a morbid note, for those who have caught the movie "Saw and Saw II", the plot of the movie is about a psycho who places peoples in situations where they have to do something in order to live, it can be painful and self-mutilating, but if they go through it, they will survive. The lesson he was trying to teach those people to appreciate life, and only when they are about to lose it, do they realise its preciousness. Scary thought, but its true isn't it?
How would you live your life if you knew you had a couple more months to life? Would it be any different now? If yes, why? Let's endeavour to live life to the fullest.
Friday, January 20, 2006
The thing about instant noodles
Our society today in general can be described as an instant society. Where culture follows the same principles of instant noodles. Everything needs to be fast, instant. The buzz word is efficiency. Needless to say, I'm pretty much caught up in that same kind of mentality. Gone are the days of wasting time, sitting about doing nothing or waiting for something to happen. Its all about planning and thinking ahead nowadays.
The past couple of days have been "tough" for me as I had to resort to taking public transport. My car was involved in an accident with a particular wall. The wall escaped pretty much unscathe, my car unfortuantely was not so well off. A bus ride home took me more than an hour. Changed buses twice just to get home. But the thing was that during the ride, I had so much more time to do thing about stuff than usual and that was a break. I could day dream (something which I used to do so much more) and sit back and relax, watching the world go by and how having to worry about the traffic. If I was tired, I could just take twenty winks and not worry abotu hitting the car in front. Ah the life...
Well, I got my car back yesterday. And even as I'm reminded of what I've lost, its ironical because of the time I've gained because I can do so much more with the car, but at the same time, all the personal time that I've lost. Determined to reclaim my lost time.
The past couple of days have been "tough" for me as I had to resort to taking public transport. My car was involved in an accident with a particular wall. The wall escaped pretty much unscathe, my car unfortuantely was not so well off. A bus ride home took me more than an hour. Changed buses twice just to get home. But the thing was that during the ride, I had so much more time to do thing about stuff than usual and that was a break. I could day dream (something which I used to do so much more) and sit back and relax, watching the world go by and how having to worry about the traffic. If I was tired, I could just take twenty winks and not worry abotu hitting the car in front. Ah the life...
Well, I got my car back yesterday. And even as I'm reminded of what I've lost, its ironical because of the time I've gained because I can do so much more with the car, but at the same time, all the personal time that I've lost. Determined to reclaim my lost time.
Friday, January 13, 2006
Here we go again...
Its that time of the year when new projects starts and all that stress of meeting deadlines again. Somehow time has passed by and its already the 5th year I'm going through this phase. I worked till late yeaterday and left the office around 8pm.
Took my usual route which required me to make a U-turn before I can head home. After the U-turn, I will come across a traffic crossing after which is a bus-stop. I passed by the bus-stop yesterday. It was raining and the place was dark. I remember standing there with my umbrella waiting to take bus 100 to Shenton Way and then 196 home.
The journey usually took 45 minutes and by the time I got home, it would be almost 9pm. Now, I can head home regarless of the rain and can be back in 20 minutes. Counting my blessings.
Took my usual route which required me to make a U-turn before I can head home. After the U-turn, I will come across a traffic crossing after which is a bus-stop. I passed by the bus-stop yesterday. It was raining and the place was dark. I remember standing there with my umbrella waiting to take bus 100 to Shenton Way and then 196 home.
The journey usually took 45 minutes and by the time I got home, it would be almost 9pm. Now, I can head home regarless of the rain and can be back in 20 minutes. Counting my blessings.
Monday, January 09, 2006
Random Ramblings
Did you know that smells can trigger memories? Well, they do for me and offhandedly there are 3 smells that will always trigger mine.
1) The rain - triggers my memory of my grandmother
2) Fresh plastered cement - triggers my memory of my time in primary school
3) Head & Shoulders - my ex.
1) The rain - triggers my memory of my grandmother
2) Fresh plastered cement - triggers my memory of my time in primary school
3) Head & Shoulders - my ex.
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