Wednesday, October 09, 2013
happy birthday
thought that this would be the year where I will finally have my girlfriend, together with my family, celebrating my birthday with me. oh well. happy birthday bob. 23 years and counting.
Wednesday, July 24, 2013
Saturday, April 20, 2013
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not gonna try anymore, sorry.
each time i try, i walk away feeling like I've ran into a brick wall.
each time i try, i walk away feeling like I've ran into a brick wall.
Monday, April 15, 2013
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
dyad
A dyad, however, depends on each of its two elements alone.
For its life, it needs both, but for its death, only one.
Maybe once again I'm expecting too much.
As much as I can try, a dyad takes two to maintain.
It takes two hands to clap.
For its life, it needs both, but for its death, only one.
Maybe once again I'm expecting too much.
As much as I can try, a dyad takes two to maintain.
It takes two hands to clap.
Thursday, April 04, 2013
hello you!
A shout out to you =)
Because I know you can't resist not coming here to check out my posts.
Because I know you can't resist not coming here to check out my posts.
Sunday, March 31, 2013
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this past week has been a whirlwind of emotions...
life is really unexpected sometimes.
Everything changes all of a sudden.
life is really unexpected sometimes.
Everything changes all of a sudden.
Saturday, March 30, 2013
Thursday, March 28, 2013
Monday, March 25, 2013
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You know you met the one when she accepts you for who you are.
But there are those rare times, where you meet someone who not only accepts you for who you are, but also acknowledges your flaws and make you into a better person.
Is the feeling mutual?
I cannot yet find the courage to ask.
But there are those rare times, where you meet someone who not only accepts you for who you are, but also acknowledges your flaws and make you into a better person.
Is the feeling mutual?
I cannot yet find the courage to ask.
Sunday, March 24, 2013
The One Who Wants To Be With You
The one who wants to be with you accepts you for you: your mind, your
heart and the parts of your body you may feel are imperfections, the
ones you criticize when you look in the mirror. They think every single
inch of you is worthy of adoration and will spend all day, every single
day (if necessary) proving to you how beautiful and sacred your body is.
They will kiss your body slowly, part by part, just to prove to you
that each one deserves to be loved and caressed. This may take some
time, but they’re willing to do that. They will show you that you don’t
need you to be perfect or to be Bond Girl Christmas Jones — a scientist
who is also secretly a supermodel when she removes her glasses and
ponytail. You don’t need to be some focus-grouped, whitewashed,
photoshopped idea of what’s attractive to deserve their love — someone
who doesn’t eat, fart, burp, express opinions or speak above a dainty
whisper. They just want you to be you, and no one else.
The one who doesn’t want you always wants you to be someone else when they close their eyes or wants to you be someone they can make you into — like that woman in Weird Science. Rather than pushing you for your own betterment — because that which we love should push us to grow — they look at you as a mission and a project, a site constantly under construction for repair. They will tell you that it’s for your benefit, and they just want the best for you. But they don’t want a better you. They don’t want you. They’re settling for a house they can fix up and remodel — one that’s in a lower price range and came at a bargain. They don’t see the value in you because they’re too focused on what’s better, and they’re too focused on what they want to see you for the steal you are.
The one who wants to be with you never lets you forget how special you are. They tell you via text message (in full sentences that don’t even need emoticons), flowers, candy, skywriter and actual in-person words — because they know how important it is to be in the presence of love, to be wrapped up in it, to feel it next to you holding you and never letting go. They will tell you by being there for you when you need them to be and even sometimes when you don’t need them to be, when you’re sick in bed and insist that you’re fine and they don’t need to come over and take care of you. They will be there anyway, with a bowl of chicken soup ready, five kinds of reading material and a dozen different brands of medication. They take your health seriously — maybe a little too seriously, like a grandma — because they take you seriously. They would book a seven-hour flight with a layover in Timbuktu just to watch you puke in a toilet, which they swear is cute when you do it. FYI, it’s not cute, it’s disgusting, but caring about you makes them into a beautiful liar like that.
The one who doesn’t want you isn’t there or when they are there — still isn’t. They’re always texting someone else and perpetually glued to the screen of their phone as if they suddenly would go blind without the light of the iPhone. They’re always hanging out with other people who aren’t you, talking about other people and making excuses for why they don’t have more time for you. They always talk about how busy they are and how full their schedule is, but they aren’t that busy. Their life is full with friends and acquaintances and a bunch of people who are tagged on Facebook smiling in photos with them. None of these people are you, and if they wanted you, those people would be you. If they cared about you, they would show you off like a fucking farm animal at a 4H fair and advertise you like an Apple product launch. It’s a little creepy, but people who care do that. They want to brag about you, because they know Steve Jobs could never create something as fascinating as you.
The one who wants to be with you understands that you are a priority in their life and their schedule. They have their own things going on — friends, family, cats that poop too much and houseplants that are weirdly needy — but want you to be a part of those things. When the time is right, they will bring you to family functions or poker nights and introduce you as “my girlfriend” or whatever label/introduction you have decided is appropriate. They will say this word repeatedly — as if there were a drinking game for its mention — just to remind themselves how lucky they are. They will bring you up to friends and family so much that everyone around them will get slightly sick or hearing about how great you are. You will be like your high school best friend’s newborn baby that she always status updates about. The mentionitis will go away, but that feeling, that gratitude of your presence, never will.
The one who doesn’t want you assumes that you know all of those things and don’t need to be reminded. They forget your birthday, your anniversary and might not even know very important information about you that you expect everyone in your life to know — like your eye color. They might not even know your middle name. They haven’t taken the time to get to know you and learn the important things, like the dreams that you haven’t locked away yet and what you want to be when you finally grow up, or the less important things, like that you can’t listen to Explosions in the Sky without crying and you feel like the movie Lost in Translation was made for you. You don’t communicate or really talk at all — because they’re unwilling to open that part of themselves. They don’t see that you belong in it.
The one who wants to be with you knows that falling in love with you doesn’t happen all at once and it can take years to truly get to know someone. Learning about someone is like wandering through an old mansion with many rooms; it’s always discovering that there’s another door to unlock. This person is willing to go on that journey, to be constantly surprised by how intricate and complex you are, an M.C. Escher painting in human form, and loves finding out grand staircases of new information about you, like that you consider Missy Elliott your spirit animal and want to live in Paris when you get old. But they also love how simple you are sometimes, as simple as a backrub after a long day, because they love everything about you that’s beautiful and that hurts. They’re willing to stick it out with you through the hard conversation and the rough patches — whatever it takes to lie next to you at night, they’re willing to fight for it. They will fight to love you.
The one who doesn’t want you won’t fight for you or perform random acts of emotional strength to prove their love. And you should have some who is willing to do that — to chase you and sweep you off your feet (and let you do some of the chasing, too) and strive for ideals we all say are “unattainable” or “unrealistic.” You deserve to be loved by someone who knows how to love you, specifically, and only you. You deserve to someone that won’t let your dreams stay locked away. You deserve to live them.
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Every once in a while, thoughtcatalog has great articles like this..
The one who doesn’t want you always wants you to be someone else when they close their eyes or wants to you be someone they can make you into — like that woman in Weird Science. Rather than pushing you for your own betterment — because that which we love should push us to grow — they look at you as a mission and a project, a site constantly under construction for repair. They will tell you that it’s for your benefit, and they just want the best for you. But they don’t want a better you. They don’t want you. They’re settling for a house they can fix up and remodel — one that’s in a lower price range and came at a bargain. They don’t see the value in you because they’re too focused on what’s better, and they’re too focused on what they want to see you for the steal you are.
The one who wants to be with you never lets you forget how special you are. They tell you via text message (in full sentences that don’t even need emoticons), flowers, candy, skywriter and actual in-person words — because they know how important it is to be in the presence of love, to be wrapped up in it, to feel it next to you holding you and never letting go. They will tell you by being there for you when you need them to be and even sometimes when you don’t need them to be, when you’re sick in bed and insist that you’re fine and they don’t need to come over and take care of you. They will be there anyway, with a bowl of chicken soup ready, five kinds of reading material and a dozen different brands of medication. They take your health seriously — maybe a little too seriously, like a grandma — because they take you seriously. They would book a seven-hour flight with a layover in Timbuktu just to watch you puke in a toilet, which they swear is cute when you do it. FYI, it’s not cute, it’s disgusting, but caring about you makes them into a beautiful liar like that.
The one who doesn’t want you isn’t there or when they are there — still isn’t. They’re always texting someone else and perpetually glued to the screen of their phone as if they suddenly would go blind without the light of the iPhone. They’re always hanging out with other people who aren’t you, talking about other people and making excuses for why they don’t have more time for you. They always talk about how busy they are and how full their schedule is, but they aren’t that busy. Their life is full with friends and acquaintances and a bunch of people who are tagged on Facebook smiling in photos with them. None of these people are you, and if they wanted you, those people would be you. If they cared about you, they would show you off like a fucking farm animal at a 4H fair and advertise you like an Apple product launch. It’s a little creepy, but people who care do that. They want to brag about you, because they know Steve Jobs could never create something as fascinating as you.
The one who wants to be with you understands that you are a priority in their life and their schedule. They have their own things going on — friends, family, cats that poop too much and houseplants that are weirdly needy — but want you to be a part of those things. When the time is right, they will bring you to family functions or poker nights and introduce you as “my girlfriend” or whatever label/introduction you have decided is appropriate. They will say this word repeatedly — as if there were a drinking game for its mention — just to remind themselves how lucky they are. They will bring you up to friends and family so much that everyone around them will get slightly sick or hearing about how great you are. You will be like your high school best friend’s newborn baby that she always status updates about. The mentionitis will go away, but that feeling, that gratitude of your presence, never will.
The one who doesn’t want you assumes that you know all of those things and don’t need to be reminded. They forget your birthday, your anniversary and might not even know very important information about you that you expect everyone in your life to know — like your eye color. They might not even know your middle name. They haven’t taken the time to get to know you and learn the important things, like the dreams that you haven’t locked away yet and what you want to be when you finally grow up, or the less important things, like that you can’t listen to Explosions in the Sky without crying and you feel like the movie Lost in Translation was made for you. You don’t communicate or really talk at all — because they’re unwilling to open that part of themselves. They don’t see that you belong in it.
The one who wants to be with you knows that falling in love with you doesn’t happen all at once and it can take years to truly get to know someone. Learning about someone is like wandering through an old mansion with many rooms; it’s always discovering that there’s another door to unlock. This person is willing to go on that journey, to be constantly surprised by how intricate and complex you are, an M.C. Escher painting in human form, and loves finding out grand staircases of new information about you, like that you consider Missy Elliott your spirit animal and want to live in Paris when you get old. But they also love how simple you are sometimes, as simple as a backrub after a long day, because they love everything about you that’s beautiful and that hurts. They’re willing to stick it out with you through the hard conversation and the rough patches — whatever it takes to lie next to you at night, they’re willing to fight for it. They will fight to love you.
The one who doesn’t want you won’t fight for you or perform random acts of emotional strength to prove their love. And you should have some who is willing to do that — to chase you and sweep you off your feet (and let you do some of the chasing, too) and strive for ideals we all say are “unattainable” or “unrealistic.” You deserve to be loved by someone who knows how to love you, specifically, and only you. You deserve to someone that won’t let your dreams stay locked away. You deserve to live them.
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Every once in a while, thoughtcatalog has great articles like this..
Saturday, March 23, 2013
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A whole day spent churning slides and papers.
But no sense of achievement.
I used to feel happy and proud once I finished a report.
But I get no such satisfaction these days.
Once done, I just move on to the next report/presentation.
Why am I so uptight anyway...
But no sense of achievement.
I used to feel happy and proud once I finished a report.
But I get no such satisfaction these days.
Once done, I just move on to the next report/presentation.
Why am I so uptight anyway...
Friday, March 22, 2013
tired
Been feeling lethargic and tired ever since week 11 started, even though I have quite a restful night of sleep.
Maybe it's the many deadlines looming over the horizon that's causing me stress.
I just don't like knowing that deadlines are up ahead, but I have yet to finish them.
What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger.
I will survive this and look back to realize how much better I am with managing my workload.
It's been a great semester so far, and I will finish it strongly.
Maybe it's the many deadlines looming over the horizon that's causing me stress.
I just don't like knowing that deadlines are up ahead, but I have yet to finish them.
What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger.
I will survive this and look back to realize how much better I am with managing my workload.
It's been a great semester so far, and I will finish it strongly.
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
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Every time someone mentions you, I get upset and disappointed all over again.
I treated you as a close friend and did so much for you.
But when asked for a favor, you could not even make it a priority.
I kept telling myself that I didn't expect anything from you, and I was merely trying to be a good friend. Yet, it still hurts to know that you would not even bother to help me out when I needed it.
I guess I'm past caring already.
I treated you as a close friend and did so much for you.
But when asked for a favor, you could not even make it a priority.
I kept telling myself that I didn't expect anything from you, and I was merely trying to be a good friend. Yet, it still hurts to know that you would not even bother to help me out when I needed it.
I guess I'm past caring already.
Friday, March 15, 2013
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looking back, I don't know why I cared so much when it was apparent that you took me for granted.
Thursday, March 14, 2013
Social work
Social work is really meaningful.
I really admire social workers, who are able to have the courage to place their fears aside, and to do their utmost for the people they serve.
It's a noble calling, and at times I do admire them for their courage.
I do admit, the thought of going into social work has been lingering in my mind these few months. But I do not know if I could ever find the strength to be like them.
To not judge people, is easy to say, but never easy to accomplish.
I really admire social workers, who are able to have the courage to place their fears aside, and to do their utmost for the people they serve.
It's a noble calling, and at times I do admire them for their courage.
I do admit, the thought of going into social work has been lingering in my mind these few months. But I do not know if I could ever find the strength to be like them.
To not judge people, is easy to say, but never easy to accomplish.
Saturday, March 09, 2013
im tired.
I'm so mentally and emotionally tired...
School projects seems never-ending.
Finishing up one essay, only to plunge head first into the next.
And these are only the individual papers...there's still so many group papers to write..
Sometimes I hate group projects. Writing a full research paper seems easier than writing a group paper. At least I don't have to wait for every to finish. No need to edit the work, no need to compile.
and there's still readings to complete.
School projects seems never-ending.
Finishing up one essay, only to plunge head first into the next.
And these are only the individual papers...there's still so many group papers to write..
Sometimes I hate group projects. Writing a full research paper seems easier than writing a group paper. At least I don't have to wait for every to finish. No need to edit the work, no need to compile.
and there's still readings to complete.
I waited for you.
When we are waiting for someone important, someone who promised that you
were going to be a priority and who insisted that they would do what
they say, the silence is devastating. Every minute that passes, it
becomes less and less likely that they are actually going to follow
through. It becomes more and more obvious that you are the fool, the one who is
left waiting, stuck by their phone. We never want to be the person who
reaches out repeatedly, who sends reminding messages, who insists on
being heard — it’s tacky.
You said you would call me back, and I believed you. I didn’t follow up, because I knew it would only reduce my chances of ever hearing back. And you didn’t call me. I waited by my phone, just as you wouldn’t want to imagine me doing. I checked over and over to see if you had attempted to contact me through another medium; you didn’t. And you’re right in thinking that I will get over it, that it’s not the worst thing in the world, that you’ll soon forget. But we erode one another’s belief in promises little by little, we slowly teach each other that we should not believe the things people say which we desperately want to hear.
You said you would call me back, and I believed you. I didn’t follow up, because I knew it would only reduce my chances of ever hearing back. And you didn’t call me. I waited by my phone, just as you wouldn’t want to imagine me doing. I checked over and over to see if you had attempted to contact me through another medium; you didn’t. And you’re right in thinking that I will get over it, that it’s not the worst thing in the world, that you’ll soon forget. But we erode one another’s belief in promises little by little, we slowly teach each other that we should not believe the things people say which we desperately want to hear.
Thursday, March 07, 2013
Letting go.
Because it’s not as though you simply wake up one day and proclaim
yourself fine, suddenly hearing birds chirp and children laugh after
months of only your own oppressive silence. You simply start to forget,
feeling the acute pain of the loss less and less as each day goes on.
There will come a day when you don’t care, but you won’t notice it,
because you will have other things to think about.
When you realize, long after the fact, that you no longer care about someone — that what they are doing in life has no bearing on you, and vice versa — it feels very much like a small death.
When you realize, long after the fact, that you no longer care about someone — that what they are doing in life has no bearing on you, and vice versa — it feels very much like a small death.
Wednesday, March 06, 2013
Sunday, February 24, 2013
Saturday, February 23, 2013
...
if you want to stir people, then you should be prepared to be stirred too.
When you stir people, you think it's fun, but when people stir you, you get angry?
Grow up la.
When you stir people, you think it's fun, but when people stir you, you get angry?
Grow up la.
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Sunday, February 17, 2013
Friday, February 15, 2013
be true to myself
Be true to myself. That's what I shall strive to be this year.
I hope to be able to look back upon 2013 and say that I have done all the things that I wanted to do.
So what if people doubts or questions me? It doesn't matter, as long as I know that I'm doing what is right.
I hope to be able to look back upon 2013 and say that I have done all the things that I wanted to do.
So what if people doubts or questions me? It doesn't matter, as long as I know that I'm doing what is right.
Saturday, February 09, 2013
reflections
I think being around kind people has made me learn empathy.
It's not that I'm lacking empathy to begin with, but I guess I just never really bothered to try to make a difference in someone's life.
I shall try now though. To be honest, it's not that hard.
Saying thank you to the cleaners when they happen to be sweeping an area near to you, giving them and the security guards drinks that was left over from a party.
They aren't big differences, but we don't always need to have extravagant gestures to make a difference.
I learnt today from a friend, that she volunteers to be a teaching assistant at an autistic school.
That kinda struck a chord with me. I mean, she's studying full-time like me, but she still manages to go for CCAs and even volunteer her time to help out. It made me wonder, about how can some people be so benevolent. I'm full of admiration and respect for her and I guess it also made me reflect upon myself for awhile.
Maybe I should be trying to make a difference too. I always said that I'm not cut out for counseling and early childhood or special needs childhood jobs. But then maybe I was wrong. It feels really good to be able to make a difference in someone else life, however small the difference may be. Maybe I should try out such jobs, and I would find out that I like the job.
It's not that I'm lacking empathy to begin with, but I guess I just never really bothered to try to make a difference in someone's life.
I shall try now though. To be honest, it's not that hard.
Saying thank you to the cleaners when they happen to be sweeping an area near to you, giving them and the security guards drinks that was left over from a party.
They aren't big differences, but we don't always need to have extravagant gestures to make a difference.
I learnt today from a friend, that she volunteers to be a teaching assistant at an autistic school.
That kinda struck a chord with me. I mean, she's studying full-time like me, but she still manages to go for CCAs and even volunteer her time to help out. It made me wonder, about how can some people be so benevolent. I'm full of admiration and respect for her and I guess it also made me reflect upon myself for awhile.
Maybe I should be trying to make a difference too. I always said that I'm not cut out for counseling and early childhood or special needs childhood jobs. But then maybe I was wrong. It feels really good to be able to make a difference in someone else life, however small the difference may be. Maybe I should try out such jobs, and I would find out that I like the job.
fleeting thoughts
Studying ain't everything, and there's definitely more important things in life to strive and live for.
But for now, I cannot see anything else for me to strive and live for, except my studies.
I love what I'm studying now.
Across my many years of education, I did not thoroughly enjoy what I was studying until I start university education. Maths was fun, but psychology and sociology are just so much better.
But for now, I cannot see anything else for me to strive and live for, except my studies.
I love what I'm studying now.
Across my many years of education, I did not thoroughly enjoy what I was studying until I start university education. Maths was fun, but psychology and sociology are just so much better.
Thursday, February 07, 2013
not this sem
my gpa will not drop.
not this sem.
I will not fall behind in my readings.
Push on bob.
not this sem.
I will not fall behind in my readings.
Push on bob.
Monday, February 04, 2013
=(
I really suck at interpreting relationships...
Is it really complicated, or am I making things look complicated.
I used to believe in platonic relationships.
It used to work. Really.
Is it really complicated, or am I making things look complicated.
I used to believe in platonic relationships.
It used to work. Really.
brother is home
Brother is finally home yesterday.
I guess I'm glad that he's home now.
He's been away for 6 months, during which I don't think I have really missed him alot.
The relationship between me and my brother is unique I would think.
We are not particularly close to each other.
If I could summarize, I would say our relationship is based primarily upon duty, rather than affection.
I have a duty to him as an older brother, and he has a duty to me as an younger brother.
Our relationship is best seen when my parents are away.
We don't really talk, even when our parents are away. But during this time, he would account his whereabouts to me, just because it's his responsibility to do so.
Actually, I'm quite thankful that he is back now. At least now he can deal with my father.
We don't have to be faced with the awkward silence at home now that he is home.
At the very least, I know my brother will make concessions towards him, unlike me.
This CNY, I just hope for no family drama.
Please don't let us fight. Just don't bother me, leave me alone.
I guess I'm glad that he's home now.
He's been away for 6 months, during which I don't think I have really missed him alot.
The relationship between me and my brother is unique I would think.
We are not particularly close to each other.
If I could summarize, I would say our relationship is based primarily upon duty, rather than affection.
I have a duty to him as an older brother, and he has a duty to me as an younger brother.
Our relationship is best seen when my parents are away.
We don't really talk, even when our parents are away. But during this time, he would account his whereabouts to me, just because it's his responsibility to do so.
Actually, I'm quite thankful that he is back now. At least now he can deal with my father.
We don't have to be faced with the awkward silence at home now that he is home.
At the very least, I know my brother will make concessions towards him, unlike me.
This CNY, I just hope for no family drama.
Please don't let us fight. Just don't bother me, leave me alone.
Sunday, February 03, 2013
Friday, February 01, 2013
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
Priorities...
Running studies is really quite fun..but then again, maybe it's too early to tell.
The novelty hasn't worn off yet maybe?
Very very tempted to take on another RA-ship, now that our studies are mostly done for now.
But I really need to get my priorities right.
Studies first. Studies first. Seriously.
But at the same time, it's just so tempting....
The novelty hasn't worn off yet maybe?
Very very tempted to take on another RA-ship, now that our studies are mostly done for now.
But I really need to get my priorities right.
Studies first. Studies first. Seriously.
But at the same time, it's just so tempting....
Monday, January 28, 2013
survive~~~
i shall survive this semester.
Over the loneliness, over the stress, over the uncertainty.
Over the loneliness, over the stress, over the uncertainty.
Sunday, January 20, 2013
sorry.
I hope someday that I will find the strength in me to forgive you for what you did.
But until then, I cannot forgive. Neither can I forget.
I'm sorry it has to be this way.
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开心就好.
可是有时后要开心不是一个那么简单的事
But until then, I cannot forgive. Neither can I forget.
I'm sorry it has to be this way.
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开心就好.
可是有时后要开心不是一个那么简单的事
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Money is the root of all evil.
It reveals the foulness of the human psyche.
It uncovers the greed inherent in us.
This sickness, spreads like a disease.
It infects everyone around the table, every person it touches.
Evil thoughts spread like a plague, consuming the group.
It is terrifying to think the effect money could have on us.
Today, I witnessed it first hand.
I'm repulsed and disgusted by what I see.
Instead of being grateful, we yearn for more.
More money, even when the money is not our own.
Today has indeed been an eye-opener.
I am glad I took no part in it.
But at the same time, I cannot ignore everything that has happened.
It grates on me, how ungrateful he is.
How spiteful he is.
Will today be one of the days that changes my life perspective?
I do not know.
But I know that today is a day where I lose a little bit of faith in humanity.
I used to think there is good in everyone, that everyone has kindness in their hearts.
I still do.
But today, I also found out that we are capable of evil, that there is also inherent evil in us.
Treat people with kindness, because that's the least we can all do.
Treat people with sincerity, because that's the least they deserve.
Treat people with respect, because every human's dignity is worth at least that.
It reveals the foulness of the human psyche.
It uncovers the greed inherent in us.
This sickness, spreads like a disease.
It infects everyone around the table, every person it touches.
Evil thoughts spread like a plague, consuming the group.
It is terrifying to think the effect money could have on us.
Today, I witnessed it first hand.
I'm repulsed and disgusted by what I see.
Instead of being grateful, we yearn for more.
More money, even when the money is not our own.
Today has indeed been an eye-opener.
I am glad I took no part in it.
But at the same time, I cannot ignore everything that has happened.
It grates on me, how ungrateful he is.
How spiteful he is.
Will today be one of the days that changes my life perspective?
I do not know.
But I know that today is a day where I lose a little bit of faith in humanity.
I used to think there is good in everyone, that everyone has kindness in their hearts.
I still do.
But today, I also found out that we are capable of evil, that there is also inherent evil in us.
Treat people with kindness, because that's the least we can all do.
Treat people with sincerity, because that's the least they deserve.
Treat people with respect, because every human's dignity is worth at least that.
no longer works
conformity used to work against me.
find something to instill guilt and shame upon me, and I'll probably go along with the flow.
I don't want to go somewhere.
Oh why not just call my cousin and beg me to go.
Oh why not just call my aunt to ask me to go instead.
Oh why not just say that everyone will be going and so I should go too.
Yea, that probably worked like a charm countless times.
I probably can't even recall how many times I fell prey to that.
But when you realize that you are accountable to no one but yourself,
when you need no social acceptance from anyone else other than yourself,
when you don't really care what other people thinks about you,
Then conformity no longer has a hold over you.
find something to instill guilt and shame upon me, and I'll probably go along with the flow.
I don't want to go somewhere.
Oh why not just call my cousin and beg me to go.
Oh why not just call my aunt to ask me to go instead.
Oh why not just say that everyone will be going and so I should go too.
Yea, that probably worked like a charm countless times.
I probably can't even recall how many times I fell prey to that.
But when you realize that you are accountable to no one but yourself,
when you need no social acceptance from anyone else other than yourself,
when you don't really care what other people thinks about you,
Then conformity no longer has a hold over you.
week 3
I know everyone probably has their own stuff to do, but doesn't mean we can all ignore the work that needs to be done.
Didn't expect myself to be frustrated over group work when it's only week 3.
Didn't expect myself to be frustrated over group work when it's only week 3.
Sunday, January 13, 2013
occupation?
These past few days, I've been thinking of what I wanna have as a career after I graduate.
But as hard as I try, I can't seem to find an answer.
I know what I don't wanna be.
I don't want to be involved in counseling.
I don't want to be involved in social work.
Well, not yet anyway.
I don't want a 8 to 5 job.
I don't want a job with bullshit office politics.
I don't want a job with idiot colleagues.
I don't want a job with an autocratic boss.
I don't want to be in the finance industry.
I don't want to be in the business industry.
I don't want to be in the manufacturing industry.
I don't want to be in the service industry.
I don't wanna work over-time, no matter how much you pay me.
I don't want my boss to call me when I'm on holiday.
I don't want my boss to call me after work hours.
I'm serious.
I want work-life balance.
I want a job where it don't dominate my life.
I want flexible working hours.
I want to be able to work from home.
But at the same time,
I want to earn enough money.
Okay I don't have to be filthy rich, but I don't want to just live in a HDB flat and drive a Toyota.
Heck. When I get married, I don't mind not working and just stay home to care for my kids.
If I ever find a girlfriend in the first place that is.
But as hard as I try, I can't seem to find an answer.
I know what I don't wanna be.
I don't want to be involved in counseling.
I don't want to be involved in social work.
Well, not yet anyway.
I don't want a 8 to 5 job.
I don't want a job with bullshit office politics.
I don't want a job with idiot colleagues.
I don't want a job with an autocratic boss.
I don't want to be in the finance industry.
I don't want to be in the business industry.
I don't want to be in the manufacturing industry.
I don't want to be in the service industry.
I don't wanna work over-time, no matter how much you pay me.
I don't want my boss to call me when I'm on holiday.
I don't want my boss to call me after work hours.
I'm serious.
I want work-life balance.
I want a job where it don't dominate my life.
I want flexible working hours.
I want to be able to work from home.
But at the same time,
I want to earn enough money.
Okay I don't have to be filthy rich, but I don't want to just live in a HDB flat and drive a Toyota.
Heck. When I get married, I don't mind not working and just stay home to care for my kids.
If I ever find a girlfriend in the first place that is.
Saturday, January 12, 2013
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