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Friday, July 31, 2009

Ever heard of the US political parties trend? They go through a cycle of conservative to liberal, liberal to conservative. Every time a conservative party is in power, people start to say "If only we had a liberal party, then this would not happen." So they vote for a liberal party the next election, only to realise that actually, "if we had a more conservative party, this situation would be handled better."

The grass is greener on the other side; people never count what they have, only what they lack. And when they give up what they had to get what they lack, suddenly it seems like what was lacking is not so important - they would rather get back what they had.

And that is the story of my life.

Friends ask, "Why did you get together with her? She is so different from the type of girl I thought you would like."

And I reply, "So you think you know the type of girls I would like better than myself?"

"But she's so different from your ex!"

Maybe different is exactly how I wanted it - because I'm not satisfied with my "conservative party". My ex is someone who is an extreme high flyer. She was involved in many student-initiated CIP projects, she appears on newspapers every now and then, she was offered 3 'S' papers by the school, candidate for President's Scholarship, now on a PSC scholarship and on her way to getting a PhD.

She didn't have time for me. She takes days to reply my smses. Sounds familiar?

She was also the sporty type of girl, independent and strong. When she gets into a fight, she will shout you down. And later cry secretly when no one can see her. She never tried to hold my hand or lie on my shoulders. She never needed me. And it made me wish that my girlfriend was someone who was a little more romantic, someone I could protect, someone who actually needs me. Someone like you.

But of course, now that I have a "liberal party", I start to think of all the good things a "conservative party" can give. Except that I know, humans by nature will never be satisfied. It doesnt matter which party it is, the only thing that matter is how much you are willing to put in to make the relationship work.

I once heard: Love is not a feeling. Love is a decision.

We all hope for our true love to come along, a perfect match that is suitable in every single way, our own fairy tale happy ending. Except that this is real life, and almost nobody ever find their ideal dream partner. We make do with half-fulls and half-empties. We learn to be satisfied with the half that is full, we work to fill up the other half which is empty. But before all these can happen, you have to make a decision. A decision to want to make it work. And that is the moment when love starts and love continues.

There are days in these 6 months when I am sure of my decision. But everytime we have a pointless argument, I question it. Is this something I can deal with for the rest of my life? Is this something you can deal with for the rest of your life?

Have we made the decision to make this work?

Are you happy?

You tell me.

a little spilled over at 10:36 am (0) comments

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

somehow
this setting of familiar faces just inspires me to write.

and i look at all of them and i ask myself:

why was life so bad during those times? why was i so uncontented and bitter and angry? they could possibly be the best times of my life.

a little spilled over at 1:42 am (0) comments

Monday, August 25, 2008

lying is not just telling untruths

it is also making me believe in something you didnt believe in.

a little spilled over at 1:48 pm (0) comments

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

remember his faults and your doubts
so that you can let him go

a little spilled over at 5:02 pm (0) comments

i might not be as eloquent, or witty enough to rebut insults with insults, or have the disposition to network with authority.

but theres one thing im sure.

i am more appreciative of the things people do, the effort people invested to put up such a large scale performance, 8 hours a week for half a year when they could be reveling and basking in time away from work, wasting their lives away in clubs or watching tv, or spending time with loved ones or enjoying a well-deserved break, instead of having countless weekends burnt and additional physical exertion, just for 6 minutes on this day and they have no rewards except for the joy it brings to participate in this celebration - and you call it 'hypocrisy'?

i am more appreciative of our home, family and government. appreciative of red-tapes and procedures, bureaucracy and the army, little things that people do which makes my day. i am grateful and thankful of all that i have.

i might not be as professional as you deem, or capable of working with legal procedures or as knowledgeable about politics or civil service or organizational structure of the government.

but at least i am more empathic towards the needs and feelings of people despite their looks or voice or dressing, more sensitive and tactful, less bitchy and backstabbing - hypocrisy. these things come only with the experience of ostracism, being a pariah and outcast, excluded and unwanted - you have never been, so you will never know.

and so, once again, the inferiority complex is suppressed.

a little spilled over at 10:54 am (0) comments

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

if life is a tragedy, one of us would have died and the other would live the fairy tale life we wanted without guilt or remorse.

if life is a comedy, we would have lived the fairy tale life and be perfectly contented with how things stand.

but life is not a show; things can be left hanging without end or resolution, and feelings are left to fade with time
while dreams fail and hope dies.

a little spilled over at 9:05 pm (0) comments

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

such reminiscence of
trust, connection
every secret safe
every feeling known

such desire to
overflow.

ahh but the difference
u always knew inside
that he would not stay
and there would come a time
when you will walk past
unacknowledged.

but him,
he,
is different
the inner voice quiet
no warning or admonition

what is this thing about
green text on a msn screen?

a little spilled over at 12:50 am (0) comments

Saturday, April 19, 2008

like a bad drama
with the most inconvenient truths
under the worst circumstance
and that flicker of traitorous hope
leading to such
rollercoasters and
unfulfillment.

is it possible that everyone sees
except me
the plight that im in
perhaps it is
denial at its best
the self deception
the lies u perpetuate

could it be better than the last time?
it was already the best u could ever get
the same procrastinator
thought you would, could give ur all
like always with everything
yet u tire
of even the best
what more of this
inherently basal
guilt tripping
heart shattering
episode that will not play?

no chance no way
i wont say it, no no.
give up, give in
check that grin
youre in love.

at least out loud
i wont say
im in...



ah. irony at its best.

a little spilled over at 10:12 am (0) comments

overflowed.