Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Aimless souls roam the streets, looking for a shelter in the midst of a monotonous buzz.
The buzz in the air, from the electronic noise, from the hymn of the motor engines, from the accumulated human chatter.
Aimless souls, where would you go? What do you seek? Who am i to call you an aimless soul?
Monday, January 19, 2009
life in general, is measure in time. and if time does not register, do we stop growing/aging?
the mortification of death, applying of taboos on the usually uncontrollable, is it a mean to stop us from pondering beyond the beyonds?
people often have ambitions, dreams or goals in their lives.
how many of these people, wish upon the brightest star, that they would pass on happily and seeks out the method/way to do so?
i once read this line, from a book i can't remember. (likely to be from angela's ashes)
"The single most noble act that we do each day, is deciding to not to die"
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Well, at least they worked for me.
(random numbered list)
1. Go pigeon watching
2. Pop them bubbles (on those bubble sheets used for packing)
3. Starting a domino fall (hear the stacking sound and look at the falling sequence)
4. Blowing bubbles
5. Lighting a matchstick (and watch the amber move along the stick)
6. Looking at a plastic bag on a windy day (they become alive)
7. Talking to myself in the mirror (yes, it sounds a little like someone with mania depression would do. it actually works)
8. Tearing paper, with your hands (yes, you can tear it in other ways, perhaps in a way we wouldn't want to know)
9. Scratch off paint droplets from the flooring (especially from tiles. they would pop and jump)
10. Talk to a stranger (in any ways you want. guess that's why call-a-friend stuffs are still around)
Friday, May 16, 2008
There was this man named Michael Ng.
He's married with one child.
One day, the child approached his mother, wanting to discuss something.
His mum told him that he would need to talk to his dad for it.
And so, he waited for daddy to come home.
When Michael came home, the boy approached his father and said, "Daddy, i have something that need your help, would you have an hour for me?"
Michael, being a busy person, told his son, "Daddy's busy, i have to go out in a while, look for mummy okie?"
Thus, it ended as it is. The child did not manage to talk to Michael.
About a week later, as Michael was almost reaching home, he bumped into his neighbour.
"Hi, how are you doing?"
"Great. anyway, i see John taking money from Uncle Tan yesterday. You are already allowing him to work part time? wah, very tough on a child. "
"Oh...maybe my wife approved of that. thanks for telling."
John had been doing housework and running errands for the neighbours.
He gets roughly ten dollars a day; cleaning windows, walking dogs, sweeping the backyard...etc.
When Michael got home, he asked for John.
"John, come here!"
John walked to his father.
"Why did you take money from Uncle Tan?"
Then Michael gave a slap to John's face, without waiting for a reply.
"Michael! what are you doing?!"
"You, why did allow your son to work? don't i bring back enough money for the family?"
"Of course you do. so what's the big deal about it? do you know why John did what he did?
It's all because of you!"
"Don't you try to be defensive and not admit your mistake."
"Your son wanted to work, so that he can save up a 100 dollars to buy 1 hour of your time."
That fine day, after Michael told John to look for mummy again, she told him that daddy's time is precious and he can make a 100 dollars an hour.
Thus, John had been working for the past week, earning 10 dollars a day. Perhaps~ he could use that money to purchase some of his daddy's time.
[had been writing a lot less over here and more frequently on my facebook. maybe it's time to shift again soon. perhaps to wordpress]
Wednesday, March 05, 2008
Girls with great legs plus a skirt helm that sits just slightly below the butt; eats up attention from young and old, male and female alike. You just can't not look, especially when she is taking the steps, or when the bloody wind has to do some whipping. (visualize it, seriously, you would look)
The wonder of it all, (or the amazement) comes when this walking tornado sweeps in front of a couple from behind. Darnit, the reaction is standard. "the guy takes a quick look. Stops. The girl sees, stares. Looks at the girl or talks about the girl. And the guy would say, oh. And tries to avoid further discussion while he darts a look whenever he could." else, he'll just look back, as if someone had just shouted his name out loud if the tornado happened to walk in the opposing direction.
Really, it's an amazing phenomenon to observe.
So, now, does the tornado knows that she is like a walking destructo? (is she enjoying it? Or just loves the attention?)
It doesn't really matter if the girl is pretty, that would be a bonus, but any girl would draw mass attention...then again, even if it's a guy, he would well darn draw them attentions as well. (just that it'll be eew instead of wow)
Hope you'll see a walking tornado soon, or be one yourself. (coz darnit, the tornado is like standing two metres away from me now, and one dude is just like indecisive...to stare to look or to glance.) "any other action will be futile, hear the animal within ya shouting -check it out!-"
*Wahaha! The jester laughs at thee*
Some other people might even say, take life with a pinch of salt, there isn't something that is really worth that much frustration or excitement. Maybe, taking that pinch of salt will help you live longer. (just a pinch is fine, not too much)
is the nature of people more transactional or transformational?
When you do something with intent, that is transactional. Like it or not, you want something back, be it as simple as a word of courtesy, appreciation, apology, acceptance...etc. You want something back.
If i am right, and people are transactional whenever they do things with intent, then we are simply trading favors and emotions all the time with expectations. Waiting for recipocation. (think i spelled this wrongly, oh wells, you get it)
Which, in the ideal case, will never allow us to be happy. (not talk about religion and karma and reincarnation and stuff)
How then, might we really find happiness? How...
Maybe, just maybe, taking things with a pinch of salt might just be it. It has to be. If the logic is right. Just tell me when ya succeed in doing it. I'm simply too lazy to try it out.