Confounded

Everyone is disappointing the more you know someone.

I do think that this phrase hold it’s facts firmly. Given enough time, anyone and everyone will betray your trust, stab you in the back or make you cry even if they do nothing – sometimes precisely because they do nothing. Perhaps once I assume that everyone will disappoint me eventually, I would stop being afraid. My complete lack of trust in people may just keep me happy. I suppose it’s a c’est la vie approach to a more sustainable and realistic angle to view life  with other human as a whole.

“You live you learn, you love you learn
You cry you learn, you lose you learn
You bleed you learn, you scream you learn”
-Alanis Morissette

I'm realistic, not cynical.

No, not being cynical. Realistic.

In a space in between indignation and anticipation, where can one be doomed to wait in the name of fate ? I’m drowning in my solitude and elusive thoughts.

” Failures are more finely etched in our minds than triumphs, and success is an elusive, if not mythic, goal in our demanding society”  - Hugh Drummond.

相爱没有那么容易.没那么简单.

想念最伤心 但却最动心 的记忆

是时候了 !

iOS 4

我想 update.. 但它太慢了因为我已经使用了5.3GB . 我的电话有16个 GB.  需要至少24至48小时然后我才可以完成这个 iOS 4 software update. 我太懒惰等 =.=”

如果是你，你会等吗？

nothin’ much but

Im in love with pugs

Can I do my grocery here please please please ? love the name !

猪永远是猪

如今，猪已经背叛了我.  我永远不会再信这个猪.  她打电话给我的老板抱怨我.  通常，我会帮助她很多，教她英语和销售。这是她报答我德方式马 ? 她爬上我的头了 ! 我不能让她继续这样做.  我永远不会再帮她

我对她很失望…

Ponder

I was pondering on a subject that’s totally unrelated to me, but may relates to many others (whether consciously or unconsciously ).

What if, you found out that your partner/friend only has one dimension of what he or she likes about you ? What if that dimension remains abstract & are insensible to you until it’s far too late for you to do something about it ?

Must every man be cognizant of that ? Is ignorance really of no excuse ? What about naïveness ? Or the self denial of the fact that you are not likable in any way other than for the most shallow reason ?

Haha.. I suppose I think too much.

Ephemeral

I’m leaving behind the ephemeral. My most cherished ephemeral joy. I suppose my joy is only transitory, but I’ve failed to realize that. I have no one to blame but myself. Serve me right, eh ?

I guess this post has been late, as I’ve left it behind me for quite some time. I guess I’m cursed with a youth’s transient mind, no ? Sure, it’s wonderful, but all of us have to move on. Sooner or later. Somehow.
The tragedy of life is what dies inside a man while he lives. Luckily, I survived, though heavily wounded. But I know that this stage is merely an impermanent factor of life. Smile smile smile !

Everything that can be counted does not necessarily count, and everything that count cannot necessarily be counted.

Reminiscence

Yesterday, I had a short visit to Petaling Street and can’t help but to reminisce about the past whenever I walk pass the guest houses. A stream of past memories couldn’t help but to gush through the my arteries of my brain and I helplessly couldn’t stem the tide.

Guest houses there are flocked with tourist even at these days.. during the middle of the year where usually there isnt sufficient amount of holidays for backpackers to leave their home and embark on an adventure into the little known tropical country like here. I witness them walking pass by me, aimless.. clueless.. and awed by the cultural shock. Everyone of them had their backpack filled with essentials. Coming all the way here, away from home. In unfamiliar territory. It really reminds me of dmk. I do acknowledge  dmk’s sacrifices. For that I am eternally grateful and, I know that there is no way I could ever fully pay that exorbitant amount of debt. Thank you.

They say people changes. I suppose that’s true. But at times, changes that came too drastically and simply too hastily would startled any0ne .. even me. True enough if one were to say that I don’t know dmk well enough.  And true enough, I don’t defy their claims on that. Perhaps it is of no surprise after all… Eh ?

With no expectations, there would be no disappointment, or in my case, any surprise. I’ve heard people say.. it is this emotional detachment that we begin to appreciate things in life. But the problem is, how do you expect us to emotionally detach and remove expectations from things/people? Easier said than done isn’t it ?

” Le plus grand faible des hommes, c’est l’amour qu’ils ont de la vie. ” – Molière

everybody wants to be understood

Don’t give up
It’s just the weight of the world
When your heart’s heavy
I…I will lift it for you

Don’t give up
Because you want to be heard
If silence keeps you
I…I will break it for you

Everybody wants to be understood
Well I can hear you
Everybody wants to be loved
Don’t give up
Because you are loved

Don’t give up
It’s just the hurt that you hide
When you’re lost inside
I…I will be there to find you

Don’t give up
Because you want to burn bright
If darkness blinds you
I…I will shine to guide you

Everybody wants to be understood
Well I can hear you
Everybody wants to be loved
Don’t give up
Because you are loved

You are loved
Don’t give up
It’s just the weight of the world
Don’t give up
Every one needs to be heard
You are loved

arbitrary in question

In life, many things are determined by impulse rather than logic. Some of these vital decisions are made unconsciously while others are exhaustively thoroughly thought through. They say growing up isn’t about the sum of mistakes you’ve made, it’s about the decisions you make after you’ve made a mistake. Then the error or fault resulting from defective judgment, deficient knowledge, or carelessness is still in concern then ?

I’ve learned that in life, sometimes it’s better to keep some of your feelings to yourself because not doing so entails all sorts of problems like people getting their feelings hurt, wars, boycotting, snubbing, sabotage, gossip, and many more. But to what extent shall we keep these feelings to ourself ? Must we cloaked all our words in vagueness in order to prevent these consequences ? Would we evetually be asphyxiated as a result of enormous feelings being confined within ourself ? I don’t know about others, but i believe that in practicing so, it would suppress the development, imagination, creativity, charisma, et cetera of a person. That person would eventually stifle everything that he or she is. Overcoming that is a difficult task once it sets in to become a habit. Can a person really be hemmed by rules and still be content ?

How do we differentiate what is determined by chance, whim, or impulse, and not by necessity, reason, or principle and vice versa ? Is everything based on or subject to individual judgment or preferences ? Hmm..