AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH I'M BACK! :D Yayyyyyyyyy but I wont be bliogging for long after this post! Just feeling bored now cussssss Pops isnt back and I'm stuck in Tampines with only my computer to accompany me (that's enough actually) :D HAHAHAHAHAHAH Ohno I'm so not hgih today! Must be more high and must drink more water alrd AHAHAHAHAHAHA OMG WHAT AM I SAYING? ASJKFHLASKDFNZXDSIFUQHPRHRKF\
I LOVE MR!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAnd FattyKops' PRC friend is cool! :D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D
Friday, December 25, 2009
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
HELLO WORLD~ :D AHAHHAHAHAHA I'VE DECIDED TO BE HYPER FOR ONE DAY OMGZXZXZXZ SO PROUD OF ME RIGHT/?????? :D I bet more people will come after this cus according to my sister more people reads high blogposts AHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OMGXXZZCXV ALSIFHDLJQEIROUSLD
Ogaiz. Done. AHAHAHAHHAHAHA :D
HAHAHAHA.
I just told my sister not to spoil my keyboard )): Poor keyboard )):
Ohno.
Ogaiz. Done. AHAHAHAHHAHAHA :D
HAHAHAHA.
I just told my sister not to spoil my keyboard )): Poor keyboard )):
Ohno.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Annalisa Rice
In life, we all have the ability to make choices. However, the ability to make choices comes with the responsibility to answer for one's choices. Annalisa knew that, so did Enid, but sadly not Lola. It is a tough decision to make, to have all the reason in the world to neglect work, yet being responsible enough to make the correct decision. Conscience and Integrity boils down to the ability to make correct and constructive decisions even when there are no consequences.
I am extremely displeased at my decision, I question whether it is the correct choice. Even if it is the correct choice, it does not mean I have to feel good about it. Somebody once said that Pride means People Rest I Do Extra, as much as I try to take Pride in my work, people question, people strike down, people doubt it. How can an organization survive on such negative remarks which its key employees engage each other with.
Looking at Paul Rice, one fears the descend into the glamourous rat race of aimless chase. It is a pitiful fate, one which await all who does not appreciate the Joys of being Satisfied, people like me. The more I aim to excel, the faster I spiral downwards.
One life, live once.
Should I live it to the fullest? Or should I be contented with mediocracy?
I am extremely displeased at my decision, I question whether it is the correct choice. Even if it is the correct choice, it does not mean I have to feel good about it. Somebody once said that Pride means People Rest I Do Extra, as much as I try to take Pride in my work, people question, people strike down, people doubt it. How can an organization survive on such negative remarks which its key employees engage each other with.
Looking at Paul Rice, one fears the descend into the glamourous rat race of aimless chase. It is a pitiful fate, one which await all who does not appreciate the Joys of being Satisfied, people like me. The more I aim to excel, the faster I spiral downwards.
One life, live once.
Should I live it to the fullest? Or should I be contented with mediocracy?
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Billy Litchfield
We all have dreams in our lives, and we all hope to achieve these dreams. Yet, at some point of our lives, when we do not achieve them, we attempt to be satisfied and carry on ad infinitum. I fear that the fire fueling my motivation would die out. It is increasingly possible, increasingly easier, increasingly... unavoidable.
Even though we may be satisfied momentarily, one incident is sufficient to bring the whole constructed reality crashing down. For Billy Litchfield who treasured the material eventually passed-on in misery, but he felt nothing. Is that Misery? I increasingly see the ideas of Candace Bushnell, not exactly the chick-flick we all assumed.
It is an unfair world! Yet nobody promised you that it will be fair in the first place. Day after day, we go through the same motions, doing the same work, all for the reason of clearing the burdens of others, helping others gain another "rooftop". A pitiful existence, I am still looking for my compensations!
For most people, their compensations are in the future, 13months in the future to be exact. I could have been in their shoes, without a concern in the world, living out my sentence, embracing freedom as it comes. However, it is a dreadful thing now, it is a reminder of reality, a re-birth of maturity. My bleak future... is it by fault of mine?
The injustice, the self-pity, the whining self, the decisions, the dreams, the responsibilities, the accusations, the maligned. Is this an accurate summary? Should I be noble to give up my dreams, fit into the iron-clad cast of do's and don'ts which I am expected to and just remain silent at the situation and the injustice?
Whichever way I choose, whatever path I take, nobody would be satisfied, nobody would concur, absurdist devil and existential deep blue sea.... The tiredness of labour is nothing compared to the pain of regret
I just do not want to regret
Even though we may be satisfied momentarily, one incident is sufficient to bring the whole constructed reality crashing down. For Billy Litchfield who treasured the material eventually passed-on in misery, but he felt nothing. Is that Misery? I increasingly see the ideas of Candace Bushnell, not exactly the chick-flick we all assumed.
It is an unfair world! Yet nobody promised you that it will be fair in the first place. Day after day, we go through the same motions, doing the same work, all for the reason of clearing the burdens of others, helping others gain another "rooftop". A pitiful existence, I am still looking for my compensations!
For most people, their compensations are in the future, 13months in the future to be exact. I could have been in their shoes, without a concern in the world, living out my sentence, embracing freedom as it comes. However, it is a dreadful thing now, it is a reminder of reality, a re-birth of maturity. My bleak future... is it by fault of mine?
The injustice, the self-pity, the whining self, the decisions, the dreams, the responsibilities, the accusations, the maligned. Is this an accurate summary? Should I be noble to give up my dreams, fit into the iron-clad cast of do's and don'ts which I am expected to and just remain silent at the situation and the injustice?
Whichever way I choose, whatever path I take, nobody would be satisfied, nobody would concur, absurdist devil and existential deep blue sea.... The tiredness of labour is nothing compared to the pain of regret
I just do not want to regret
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Lola Fabrikant
Sometimes I wonder, how would life be if life was like Lola Fabrikant? True, I will not have much intellectual life to speak of, but at least, I would be happy.
Happiness comes to us in alot of ways. My first few days of imprisonment was unbearable. However, I increasingly find that I am getting to terms with it. Perhaps as Offred says, we can get used to everything as long as there are the compensations to look forward to. While I may not have much compensations to talk about, I definitely have a tolerable existence, so much so that I may actually be fond of it. My sentence is ending, I may get to fulfil my dreams, however, one ponders, can I still fit into the society so long after my detachment?
I developed and matured over the past few years of my sentence and I look at amazement at how people can be so immature even if they are older then me. Yet I forget to ask myself, would I have been like them without my experiences? Life is a series of experiences, my former life is one of an Ivory Tower, high in the clouds above all. The fall from grace have been hard, devastating, traumatizing even, yet, perhaps it is better this way?
Now I wonder, can I return to my former life?
I am tired.
Happiness comes to us in alot of ways. My first few days of imprisonment was unbearable. However, I increasingly find that I am getting to terms with it. Perhaps as Offred says, we can get used to everything as long as there are the compensations to look forward to. While I may not have much compensations to talk about, I definitely have a tolerable existence, so much so that I may actually be fond of it. My sentence is ending, I may get to fulfil my dreams, however, one ponders, can I still fit into the society so long after my detachment?
I developed and matured over the past few years of my sentence and I look at amazement at how people can be so immature even if they are older then me. Yet I forget to ask myself, would I have been like them without my experiences? Life is a series of experiences, my former life is one of an Ivory Tower, high in the clouds above all. The fall from grace have been hard, devastating, traumatizing even, yet, perhaps it is better this way?
Now I wonder, can I return to my former life?
I am tired.
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