Expectations often disappoints because with the anticipation, we tend to feel loss but if it had never happened with no expectations, life would be filled with more smiles. Simply said than done, it's extremely tough to ignore the emotions. As B put it, we are people who tend to think too much and more often, it's not very healthy. When the thoughts revolve the brains, the mental energy gets zapped so quickly that we don't normally know how the term "mental exhaustion" came about because we only feel it when it's too late.
Exploration is yet another stage that prevents you to move ahead.If we are always in the exploratory stage, how can we even find the right time to harvest the crops. The song I last posted was titled 對的人 which means The Right Person. The lyrics moved me and encouraged me to be that but more patience. But when pushed too far, even with excessive patience, we can run out of it. If life is a waiting game, I've played too much of it and I become a slave to this game without realising it.
愛要耐心等待 仔細尋找 感覺很重要
寧可空白了手 等候一次 真心的擁抱
我相信在這個世界上 一定會遇到
對的人出現 在眼角
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Monday, August 23, 2010
對的人
How do people know if they have found the right person? So what if the person fits like a jigsaw? According to Sod's, which my life seems to be closely adhered to, nothing seems to be smooth sailing. It's not as simple as the person whom I love doesn't reciprocate and the person whom I'm uninterested in, likes me. It's the nitty gritties that guides a relationship, be it the friendship, the dating process, the life planning, the marriage, health, death and to some, the divorce. The part whereby people take things for granted, the feelings of people who are affected by our very own actions. The anticipation of the good and the bad. The ultimate unknown and the not knowing the ultimate.
Patience will then play its role for one to hold their fort. Friends are always teasing me about the "Panic Button" but trust me, I am feeling anything but panic. I am very much fine to be alone like this but I know I wouldn't be happy. I can't always be seeking the left shoulder of Black Tulip aka Big Bear because one day, his both shoulders will be required by his Mrs. For now, all I want is to cry into those shoulders before one that I can call my own were to appear one day. I feel like I'm imposing his life. Do not get me wrong and go into the men and women can never have a platonic friendship. I think I know better although I am almost always wrong in judging people. But hey, I do not want to judge so let people prove themselves otherwise. Second lesson in law school, innocent until proven guilty. Do I have to go through the first one again? Alright, justice always belong to the person with deeper pockets.
The coming week is going to be a test on the weak spirits. Hoping with all my might that with prayers, all I have to do is to receive. Receiving before I die of excessive stress that is. Such a weak person... You're thinking of just that, isn't it? Dreading the first step of the week into the office isn't quite helping in bringing the spirits up.
It is important that we can feel... Still...
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Arren Quek - My Favourite Athlete for YOG
YOG isn't as celebrated as it should be. It is Olympics but somehow, the hype doesn't quite live up to the importance. I am, however, following very closely for one reason, one athlete. My favourite nephew, whom I'll always remember as the hyperactive kid with a natural hoarse voice, will be representing Singapore in swimming. I can't explain how proud I am of him but I know he's been training very hard, receiving very little support from the same body who would want them to do well, he's THE recipe for success. Being the perfectionist he is (the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree), he will not settle for second best. That said, we wouldn't want to put any stress on him because as it is, qualifying for the YOG is already incredibly impressive.
Join me to cheer for my favourite all Singaporean boy.
Food Prints
Many have asked what I actually look for in a partner. More often, the answer is simply "the ability to hold an intellectual conversation". Even with friends, going home after having a fulfilling conversation may actually surpass the satisfaction from food. In actual fact, to gauge and judge a person's brain power during a conversation is extremely unfair. The point is not having an "airy" conversation and going home feeling stupider than before. It is of great importance that people around you makes you feel better about yourself and yet you learn from them. Such expectations are quickly becoming harsh so we, as forgiving human beings, shelf these. During times when you come out of a casual dinner coupled with a great conversation, the feeling is euphoric. I am not going to attempt explaining further because if you are unable to understand where I'm coming from, then no amount of explanation is going to help you understand. Let me qualify that that doesn't make anyone lesser of a person but it's purely my personal trigger point.
There have been many of these people in my fairly short life and I must say, my life has been enriched and I'm rather fortunate. Personalities like these come and go and have left their footprints. To me, I'll just have to keep looking forward to a less disappointing and non-vanishing pair of feet. The hope of leaving prints of 4 and not merely a spectator to disappearing prints on a sandy beach is fast eluding me. Optimism is what keeps the heart pumping for now.
There have been many of these people in my fairly short life and I must say, my life has been enriched and I'm rather fortunate. Personalities like these come and go and have left their footprints. To me, I'll just have to keep looking forward to a less disappointing and non-vanishing pair of feet. The hope of leaving prints of 4 and not merely a spectator to disappearing prints on a sandy beach is fast eluding me. Optimism is what keeps the heart pumping for now.
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Count On Me Singapore
Happy Birthday Singapore and to be absolutely honest, without googling, I have no idea which birthday we are celebrating. I'm not going to pretend to be a saint but as you get older, you lose track of the number of candles on the cake, don't you. not really considering I'm hitting the big 3-0 in January. Big plans on the way and for once, one that involves just me and no one else. Maybe by then, I might get myself a travel partner or one who's for life.
In years, this is one of the rare occasion that I'm actually sitting at home, right in front of the telly, watching the live telecast of the National Day Parade. Previous years, I can be found drinking somewhere with some friends while trying to catch glimpses of the parade on the telly that no one's paying much attention to.
Singing along to Majulah Singapura triggered this spurt of patriotism. But what actually is patriotism. Compared to the Kamikaze spirit from the Japanese' Samurai culture, how many out there would actually die for the country when we are finally called for. As the Chinese saying goes, 养兵千日，用在一时。I started to question myself if I would risk my life when the enemies come marching in one day or will I pack my bags and call another country home? Nobody knows until we're put through the test one day. All talk is cheap.
Back to the parade, Singapore National Day Parade Choir 2010 reminded me of the times when I was in school and was forced to attend such activities reluctantly. Now that we're all grown-up, we look back and feel sorry for the kids. Then again, Singaporean kids are so spoilt, they aren't even bothered to fake a smile. The only adjective I can think of while staring at those sad faces is 'unenergetic'. Can I blame them? If I put myself in their shoes, I might don such a face but the educators behind them, should shoulder the responsibility to enforce the understanding of their importance during such a glorious parade. Before I start contradicting myself, being absolutely fair, we are in position to judge these kids. The way they are brought up is entirely different from our time. Now that sentence made me feel old the moment it escaped my fingers.
Still, I can't help feeling proud of the nation because for every man on the parade, there are thousands behind them that hold the same passport and go through hours of discomfort and labour for us who are watching the parade in the comfort of our couch and in my case, my very comfortable bed. Just when I'm fantasizing being in Kit Chan's shoes serenading the crowd with "Home",
As I listen to the beautiful voices, I thought of our very own first Prime Minister, now Minister Mentor "you know who". During those times, we needed the iron fist that ruled without the fatherly smile. Undoubtedly, because of his beliefs and strength, we are what we are today. A small dot on the big map, with a name impossible to ignore. However, my personal favourite for a Prime Minister has got to be Goh Chok Tong. I remembered looking forward to his rallies although at that age, they meant very little to me. Trying my hardest to get his jokes, I chuckle with every bit of the humour I could grasp. I can't simply explain how close I feel to this man but he made me as proud as I am of my old man who did everything within his means to provide me with a better life.
Now, the one scene that disturbed me was a son who didn't not help his aging father to be seated. Before I get charged under the ISA, I'm going to stop my comments. I'm so being watched.
In years, this is one of the rare occasion that I'm actually sitting at home, right in front of the telly, watching the live telecast of the National Day Parade. Previous years, I can be found drinking somewhere with some friends while trying to catch glimpses of the parade on the telly that no one's paying much attention to.
Singing along to Majulah Singapura triggered this spurt of patriotism. But what actually is patriotism. Compared to the Kamikaze spirit from the Japanese' Samurai culture, how many out there would actually die for the country when we are finally called for. As the Chinese saying goes, 养兵千日，用在一时。I started to question myself if I would risk my life when the enemies come marching in one day or will I pack my bags and call another country home? Nobody knows until we're put through the test one day. All talk is cheap.
Back to the parade, Singapore National Day Parade Choir 2010 reminded me of the times when I was in school and was forced to attend such activities reluctantly. Now that we're all grown-up, we look back and feel sorry for the kids. Then again, Singaporean kids are so spoilt, they aren't even bothered to fake a smile. The only adjective I can think of while staring at those sad faces is 'unenergetic'. Can I blame them? If I put myself in their shoes, I might don such a face but the educators behind them, should shoulder the responsibility to enforce the understanding of their importance during such a glorious parade. Before I start contradicting myself, being absolutely fair, we are in position to judge these kids. The way they are brought up is entirely different from our time. Now that sentence made me feel old the moment it escaped my fingers.
Still, I can't help feeling proud of the nation because for every man on the parade, there are thousands behind them that hold the same passport and go through hours of discomfort and labour for us who are watching the parade in the comfort of our couch and in my case, my very comfortable bed. Just when I'm fantasizing being in Kit Chan's shoes serenading the crowd with "Home",
As I listen to the beautiful voices, I thought of our very own first Prime Minister, now Minister Mentor "you know who". During those times, we needed the iron fist that ruled without the fatherly smile. Undoubtedly, because of his beliefs and strength, we are what we are today. A small dot on the big map, with a name impossible to ignore. However, my personal favourite for a Prime Minister has got to be Goh Chok Tong. I remembered looking forward to his rallies although at that age, they meant very little to me. Trying my hardest to get his jokes, I chuckle with every bit of the humour I could grasp. I can't simply explain how close I feel to this man but he made me as proud as I am of my old man who did everything within his means to provide me with a better life.
Now, the one scene that disturbed me was a son who didn't not help his aging father to be seated. Before I get charged under the ISA, I'm going to stop my comments. I'm so being watched.
Sunday, August 01, 2010
Waffles Woes
Sounds rather bimbotic but I'm on a mission to either hunt down the best tasting waffles in Singapore or to learn to make them. It seems rather simple but how often do you spot a waffle maker in somebody's home? This all began during training at Conrad weeks ago. Buffet was awesome and on the first day, I stuffed myself at the appetisers and mains that I was over the limit when it was dessert time. On the second day, I went straight into the waffles after I was about 30% filled. It was so warm, crispy on the outside and soft on the inside. With just butter and maple syrup, I was whisked to heaven. It's a little crazy to be going for the buffet just to wolf down the waffles but desperation is getting to me. The insanity of a woman's craving.
Come Monday, everything at work will be the same. The only difference is not having our favourite intern around. Jonk who would be completing the rest of her internship in our Tokyo office, was off this morning after organising our last QBash. As usual, there was excessive amounts of alcohol and budget had to be closely adhered to before we bust it like we usually do.
The week was weird. Ran into some people whom you wouldn't want to see just because the week was too hectic and entertaining people isn't preferred at all. The same face that still brings that tear that occasionally roll down the cheek is still the same. The shoulders seemed much heavier but we all know it's a passage of life and part of growing up.
There's finally a glimpse of that light at the end of the tunnel. Although still pressured by the environment, given that the pace is never experienced before, the smile at the end of every struggle seemed to slowly sail me into the next struggle and the next day. I hope all these will pay off. I'm planning for a big present for myself but looking at the way things are going, I don't know if it will happen.
Come Monday, everything at work will be the same. The only difference is not having our favourite intern around. Jonk who would be completing the rest of her internship in our Tokyo office, was off this morning after organising our last QBash. As usual, there was excessive amounts of alcohol and budget had to be closely adhered to before we bust it like we usually do.
The week was weird. Ran into some people whom you wouldn't want to see just because the week was too hectic and entertaining people isn't preferred at all. The same face that still brings that tear that occasionally roll down the cheek is still the same. The shoulders seemed much heavier but we all know it's a passage of life and part of growing up.
There's finally a glimpse of that light at the end of the tunnel. Although still pressured by the environment, given that the pace is never experienced before, the smile at the end of every struggle seemed to slowly sail me into the next struggle and the next day. I hope all these will pay off. I'm planning for a big present for myself but looking at the way things are going, I don't know if it will happen.
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