...someone who could enjoy the simple pleasures of life would enjoy extravagance even more when it came along. Living in moderation is probably the best way to find happiness.
... but not to me.

... on mainstream radio these days.
What a pretty song. 

Makes me shake my head to the beat. LOVE IT



.. the end?

So my final paper in my entire history of exam-doing is fast approaching. I am nervous at the thought of another exam to do, but excited that it will most likely be the last paper I'll ever do.
Like, ever.

Yet, I can't shake this feeling off, this feeling of being stranded. I've come to the end of a journey, and at the same time I'm at a new beginning where the roads heading forward are hazy at best; I just don't think I fair well in uncertain times.

But aside from the future and all its obscurity, I'm also at a loss with the self. The past four years here has matured me a lot, though I think there is still plenty of room for improvement. Nonetheless, I think I have experienced a decent amount of personal growth, some good and some bad.

Maybe it is part of growing up after all, learning things that you can't unlearn, and wishing you perhaps hadn't, or wishing you had taken it slow and not hurried things up and forget the present.
But hey, every gloomy day comes with a sunny one. And hopefully, you hold the bright ones closer to your heart than the grudgingly glum ones.

I hope this break will do me good.


I know a few people who have asked me to vote for them or someone close to them in some contest. Most of the time, I oblige and click "Vote for XXXX" (it's usually online voting these days). In some instances, if there is a maximum vote count of five per voter, they would hint at you to click all five votes for the same contestant. Sometimes, you feel like doing since this makes the person happy, and so you do it without question since it requires minimal effort. And it makes the person happy. Because every vote counts, and yours would definitely make the person happy. Happy is good, no question.

Then, I start to think about it. Really think about it.

Usually, these contests are based on skill or some sort of creativity, for example a dance or cake decorating contest or a website design competition.
So I ask, shouldn't the rational for the winner of the contest to be the one judged as most creative/skillful/best-looking, and not one of popularity which is based on (unadulterated) vote counts from people who may have little to no expertise in the subject?


But it is the exact opposite that happens: fishing for votes from as many people as possible that you know or through as many forms possible to vote so as to win a contest, even if you may not deserve to be crowned the winner based on skill/creativity/etc. in the first place . I personally feel that a contest or game won by popularity when it is based on different grounds altogether is unfair and quite honestly, absurd. The playing field is not level in this instance, because influence is immeasurable and oftentimes meaningless to the rationale of the game.

I know that people will accuse me of following in this exact mindset if I ever take part in a contest that is ultimately decided on vote counts, but really, I say to them that I think the method of winning in this instance is questionable in itself and so I would refuse to take part in it to begin with.
Merit is dead in that sense. And to me, merit is very important to really reward the best from the good, not the people who gather the best amount of votes.

Though, I do not believe that politics shouldn't follow this exact manner I'm opposing. I shouldn't dub it as a 'popularity' contest in these circumstances, but rather, a contest based on who can influence the most number of people to believe in what they believe, and to really stick to their words. The people who would ultimately decide who is best to represent them also have a responsibility to play. They must not merely follow and be lured by powerful promises made by such persons. They must educate themselves and question the motives and ideologies of these people to understand what their words really mean and their possible consequences. It is wise to remember that such representatives are also ordinary men and women but with extraordinary stakes in their hands, and that they make mistakes just like the rest of us. However, if they make an error, it could cost the whole society, and this is where the pivot lies - in the votes of the people.

It then stands to reason that a contest based purely on vote count is circumstances-dependent. Politics at large, especially in a democracy, should not be decided by a select few, extremely powerful people who may choose those who fit their interests best while depriving the rest of the nation. This is not a democracy; it is an oligarchy. Therefore, a system based on votes is an optimal solution.
A contest that lets outsider people decide who to win is not just unfair, it negates the need for the contest in the first place. An extreme example would be if the winner of a web-design contest made a design that is at best, feeble compared to the runner up who designed one with excellent interface and user interaction, but it just happens that the winner was a famous person who has many (perhaps biased) fans. This is not to say that famous people cannot participate in contests, but that the winner of a contest should be judged fairly, and that is by those who know the ins and outs of the subject. A contest is fair not only when all the contestants are ensured of not possessing something that gives them an unfair advantage over others, but also that the decision for the winner is not marred by outside influence. It has to be based entirely on merit, not unsound judgment or inane vote counts.

I do not mean any offence by writing this post, or accusing that the nature of contests these days are twisted. No, I am not. Rather, my aim is to offer a view that I feel to be objective and rational, something society could use when faced with decisions that inadvertently affect others (in the case of a contest, the true deserving winner).

I'm all for rationality and logical decision making. Consider yourself losing out at a contest because you were of a different race, or gender or age group than the general population, even while you knew that you were better than the rest. Isn't that ironic? What is the meaning of a competition them? Absolutely meaningless.

I could go on and on from here, but this is getting too long and so I should stop.
I believe that we all should try our best to not be too affected by emotion and snap judgments that are unfounded. Progress is not about the gadgets that society claims to make lives better, but progress also can also apply to the mind, which means being better in our thinking; and I think that is a good thing to strive for.





Have been listening to this song on repeat, for four days now. Jiwang as anything, man.
I was just browsing through the old posts of this blog when I realise that I never really include any pictures in them.

Why the lack of visual stimuli, you may wonder?

Well, lazy is one. Another is, I just don't have any pictures to include.

Which got me thinking about that phrase: a picture paints a thousand words. So if I had put one (relevant) picture per post, I'd would, in effect, have written 10 times more than the current state that this blog is in, right?

Well, true.
But then I thought, words can also paint a thousand pictures, because with words, you can feel so many things too, if only they are written in a way which conveys emotions vividly.

With words, you can imagine a million things, a man could be any ordinary man or it could be your brother, a friend, a stranger, anyone. It's the imagination that dreams from these words, and that's pretty cool.

I am not suggesting that I'm any good with words such that you can easily evoke a scenery, but it is also just as good.

So screw it. I'll keep writing these words and occasionally post a relevant picture!
You got it bro/sis. If I were to give my blog a theme and poster to go with it, it would be this postsecret postcard. But alas, I'm far too old to say that growing up is far away; so these words hit home only because I feel like growing up sucks sometimes.

The invisible protection of being a child disappears the moment you are an adult, is what I think.

I feel a little pensive tonight, but I'm not going to write another entry about life and all.

It's the end of my final semester break, and when things come to an end, your heart gets anxious, perhaps uneasy, at the uncertainty that lies ahead. To take it all in stride, or to retreat a little when something unfamiliar pops up, what should one do?
(This is just a thought from the top of my head - I'm not one to give beauty advice and no one would take it from me either just by looking at me, so I guess I'm writing it here purely as a reminder to myself)

Never, ever pluck and shape your eyebrows to the point where it is as thin as a vermicelli and curved like a mountain.
I swear, doing so makes ANYONE look like anyone (or all!) of the following:
- a drag queen
- a ho
- a dumb blonde (even without being blonde)

I don't think most people can pull it off and still be considered classy or fashionable. Only a select few can. So... Why take the risk of looking trashy and cheap when your normal eyebrows are beautiful?

YEAH
... by a casual pedestrian just like me, after crossing the road with her daughter, if I was married.

To be honest, I am not that shock or dumbfounded by her question. To rationalise it, she is a Caucasian lady in her 30's and she might think that I look of age to her, because to her eyes she might deem this Asian face to be matured enough to be married. (At 22, I don't think I'm matured enough to be married, most definitely)

Or maybe she thought that my respond to her not permitting her daughter to cross the road at a red traffic light even though there were no cars as a very 'good-parenting' type of advice. Beats me, I was just being rhetorical.

But whatever the reason is, she was a very nice lady. These casual conversations are rather amusing in hindsight.



Having a creative imagination is priceless.

However, with every creative idea, if you are serious on embarking on it, you have to make the right plans and not just superficially suggest things that do not help materialize the idea. It is utter uselessness.

Time is of the essence, so please, brainstorm, but be realistic and think of a concrete plan.
For lyrics such as these?

I cry for the time that you were almost mine, I cry for the memories I've left behind, I cry for the pain, the lost, the old the new, I cry for the times I thought I had you
Alright, so for another blog entry, this time for July, I shall be talking about the winter break thus far.

I had the unfortunate luck of having an exam paper on the very last day of the exam period, which inadvertently meant my break started wayyyyy later than almost everybody else which caused me some frustration that may be translated into bad results for the exam.

But oh wells. I'm going to pass. I hope *fingers crossed*

So, two days later, I was off to Cairns with Vicki and a couple of other people. It was a fun and adventurous vacation because a lot of the activities planned were physical, to some extent.
We went snorkelling at the Great Barrier Reef, one of Australia's World Heritage sites. While I've only ever snorkelled once in my life, I can say that this marine trip was definitely worth the time and money for anyone who's looking for some flora and fauna appreciation in their itinerary. I saw Nemo, a green turtle, (no sharks unfortunately) and schools of fishes I've never seen before. There was even a giant wrasse, which was surprisingly tame and very tactile. Too bad I didn't get to be photographed with it.
It was a very nice marine exploration day, needless to say, it was also very physically exhausting from all the swimming and kicking and staying afloat and the awe being given simply by just observing nature in its glory.

The next day, we had Cape Tribulation and Port Douglas in the plan. The highlight of the day was Jungle Surfing, which was to be done last. Before that, we headed to an animal wildlife sanctuary, where I got to touch kangaroos and see all sorts of animals endemic to Australia. After that we headed to a Crocodile River tour, where we sat in a motorboat and drove down the river. The tour guide who spoke into the intercom was incredibly funny, saying things like "whipping Americans" when talking about the vines and cane in the forest. I had so much fun just laughing at his sarcasm and wisecracks.
Next, we headed for lunch at a little rest area that sold homemade ice-cream with very interesting flavours, some of which included Guinness, Passionfruit and Coconut, (I forgot the names of the more exotic ones). I had my chocolate-type one, which was simply delish!
Then we drove to the Jungle for jungle surfing. It was fun, but I guess the expected fun was way more than the actual amount of fun delivered. So in a way, I felt like the whole tour was not value for money. 2/5, at most.
Nonetheless, it was a fun-filled day. It could have been better if I had spent it with fun-ner friends or people of the same wavelengths. But I guess, you can't have it all.

The very next day, we did white-water rafting at the River Tully! Lucky for me (LOL) our raft guide was a Frenchman named Vincent. And he was so sexy (mainly because he was French, so unfair). The rapids were plentiful, but not overly dangerous.  All in all, it was fun! I liked it! Vincent was really fun because he gave us more value for money than the others, to my knowledge. He pushed us off raft, spin us and made us balance, pushing us off the raft again. I loved it!
Lucky thing I also got a picture with him! MMMMMMMMMMMMMM

FINALLY, on the last day, while it may have been uneventful, some last minute decision allowed me to brag about this: I BUNGY-JUMPED!
THE
MOST
AMAZING
5-seconds
OF
MY
LIFE!

(And probably one of the most expensive ones too)

The feeling of falling is both unnerving yet liberating. I must say, that the scariest part was leaping off the plank; the rest was beyond control, but yet, it was the most free feeling ever. I didn't have my whole life flashing before me, 'cos I had confidence I wasn't going to die (come on, they have a good track record).
Although injury is not unheard off, I didn't even had that thought in mind.
When it comes down to it, is the ultimate fear of any 'extreme sport' such as bungy jumping, the fear of death? When all things in your existence cease because you cease to exist?

Okay, philosophical talk eeeeeek.

I want to end this post by saying that it was a splendid holiday and I will always remember it, even with the small bumps that I'll try and forget, but is not so easy if I re-read this post and conjure them up wow i'm a contradiction okay goodbyeeeee


When I was about 4 or 5 (or whatever age that I first started having a conscious memory), I had an autograph book. Well, that's what we called it anyway. It wasn't a book collecting famous people's signatures, but one where I'd ask people I know to write in it. Something like a message/mini-biography book. I remembered it with a cover that had some pastel shades of blue, pink, with random shapes or nature objects, maybe it was a view, or maybe it had a cartoon character on it. But I can clearly remember it being a rectangular shape, where the width of the book is the longer side of the rectangle.

I don't know if that book is still lying somewhere in the house, dusty, yellowed and stashed somewhere beneath all those years of unused stationery. Perhaps it is. If it is, I'd love to look at it again and see what the kid me wrote in it, and who else she managed to get a hold of to write in it too. It would be a delightful afternoon activity to immerse myself in my once old treasured autograph book.

I remember, every couple of weeks (or maybe even days!) I would write a new page about me (talk about narcissistic. No, it was probably to hone my penmanship - though that didn't turn out so well). It usually has the following structure:

Name:
Age:
Sex: (Didn't know that this word is not so innocent then and also, wouldn't it ALWAYS stay the same? 'Name' also does, but this is funnier)
Ambition: (Now this is the field that changes A LOT)
Favourite Food: (sometimes abbreviated to F.Food - it felt like such professionalism to shorten them)
Favourite Drink:
Hobby:

I guess that the frequency at which I 'update' my autograph book is due to the fact that I was probably a fickle AND narcissistic child (I'm not anymore; a child that is).

The more interesting field is 'Ambition'. Perhaps what was written is because they were the ONLY occupations I knew at that age, and when you're that young and naive, anything in its simplest sense sounds infinitely amazing or at the very least, doable.
And sure enough, if my recollections are anywhere near accurate, I remember writing 'Doctor', 'Lawyer' and even 'Pilot'. Healing the sick - noble; passing judgment on matters right and wrong - honourable; flying planes, well, flying is just mad awesome - FAWESOME.
Little did I know I am not anywhere close to that now. I am pretty damn sure that I didn't even understand what an engineer is at the time. I vaguely remember that I thought that an engineer's job scope is very close to that of a mechanics, which seemed messy and heavy work, terribly not what I aim for in life.
By golly, was I an uninformed child or what.

 Do I regret it? Do I regret 'disappointing' my child-self? Do I regret having not picked something I truly believed that I would have even the slightest ounce of interest in, rather than giving in to what I thought (or what other people thought and thus greatly influenced my choice, inevitably) was good for me?
Yes and no.
Yes, because in a sense, I do not feel chiefly gratified. I am frustrated and disillusioned, in some sense. I know most of my posts in this blog since 2009 resonates with this onerous regretful tone, but then again, doesn't this prove my point that this is nothing that I truly want very badly?
And isn't wanting something badly enough the reason for being continuously motivated?
Unfortunately, no, I do not want anything badly enough in this area; just the scroll and the robe to signify the end of my degree, which inadvertently, may decide the course of my life/career (but we all know a career drives the path of our lives, is it not?)
And no, because if it wasn't for that choice, I may never have ended up where I am now. I may not have had the chance to experience this country, to make the friends I have, and to learn what I did not want in my life. Painful lesson at times, yes. But we can't have it all smooth-sailing; it would be to devastating when the ship hits rocks and we have absolutely no idea what to do then from our lack of painful obstacles.
This contradicting answer of yes and no are actually separate aspects.

But the point I want to make is this. I am coming closer to the end of this hurdle. Even though I know that it will make me glad that I can finally say, "I'm done. Goodbye forever, suckers", I still have a path in front of me that is still opaque. I worry, of course, but truth is, I really can't plan out a future for myself. If that is the case, will I ever have one that I can truly be happily anxious despite its uncertainty?

The answer is to be...... only God knows.

I hope not to sound like a fatalist, but surely, there are some things we have no control over, right?
So why can't I be what I want to be?
Maybe it's because it wasn't meant to be. It's not like you were wounded in the course of it, were you?

No, I wasn't.

But the wishful half of me still wishes that I had chosen a different path. Can't say that I can shut that half of her up, though I can still be some things, and that is a hopeful thought.






When I was a child, I never thought of the process of growing up into an adult; sometimes, it never even struck me that I would someday be an adult, like my mum and dad, and all those adults around me at the time.

It felt, back then, that adults just came into the world as they are, as adults, while I get to start off as a kid, and so did all my friends. That we were somehow, growing older, but never really losing our currency of time.

The reality would some day hit me as an adult, perhaps 15 or so years later that we all inevitably grow older. Now at 22, I'm very much passed the 'adult threshold' age of 21. I guess I was in one of my pensive (almost depressive) moods where I try to project my life down the road, 10, 20 years. In all honesty, I could not see even past a year from now. This feeling of uncertainty can lead one to endless worries -- what will I be doing for money, where am I going to live, how am I going to cope with adult-life matters.
For every day that passes, the simpler life back in the past seems to be.

That being said, the more time has passed, the more of life we have seen. The phrase that "we are students of life" means that life is our teacher, and that is very true. Every experience that life throws at us should be a learning moment, one that teaches us and makes us understand what it feels like to go through it. It's hard to understand something that you've never truly experienced before. It's like saying the sharp pain in your back is like "someone stabbing you with a knife" but not actually having had someone stabbing you before. How do you know what it feels like? You can only approximate it because of what you think it may feel like. I should not be able to say "I understand what you're going through" if someone told me that their house was destroyed by fire. I would be stunned, and my inability to fully empathize makes me feel helpless. The least I can do is maybe give him some monetary and domestic help.

The point is, while you may not be able to understand what it feels like, the best thing to maybe do is to try and understand, or just be kind. People need support in difficult times, and I think that it's the knowledge that someone's there to be by their side that makes it best thing that you can offer.

To me, sympathy means nothing if you do not act on it. What's the point of feeling sorry if you can't offer something to help, right? Feeling sorry doesn't change things except your emotional state. Feeling sorry might even make the stricken party feel even shittier. I might be over-thinking, but sympathy is not very useful without action.

Okay enough melodrama.

I remember keeping a log book while I was in high school about the things I want to achieve in the next 5 years. Those next 5 years are up, and I can't help but feel a tinge of disappointment at my current state looking back at how I was rather ambitious 5 years ago. I know it wasn't a hard-and-fast promise to myself, but it would have been nice if some of them actually happened. But alas, they were not to be.
I apologize, my younger self.

Again, my aimless writing has made me lose sight of what my point is. Maybe I never truly had one. I just wanted to get some words out so that the future self can read back on it and remember the things that have happened in that time. Hopefully, I'll be slightly better in 5 years' time.

here's a quote:
"Time. It is the only commodity that appreciates over the years. As you grow older, there's less of it and it becomes more valuable. It's like your youth. You probably don't even realise it now because you think it is limitless".


You got it right.


I want to make this promise to myself.

That I will leave uni safe and sound; in one piece, all well and good.

Because I can't stand technology, and it's a great irony that I should be doing this yet hating the very fiber that makes this world 'advanced'.
I don't see a problem with that.

Not unless it means my life depended on it, if I'd fall dead on the floor or something.

But in my circumstances, nothing is quite that dire; death is not really always knocking on my door.

Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to live back in the 90s. Or that the 90s never really left us; that we would always keep to those ways. I don't know if it's getting old that's getting to me or that the world is really heading for a collapse (refer to this very interesting but somewhat 'scary' read - http://www.neweconomics.org/publications/growth-isnt-possible); I wish I knew, so that I can properly remedy it instead of guessing forever.

I'm getting a feeling of a 'mid-life crisis'. The thing is, I'm not exactly at mid-life yet (unless mr. death is coming to claim me at the age of 44 or something, I hope not) and neither am I even working yet, or with my own husband and kids and that sorta stuff. But I'm not ready to face things, to worry about the future, to not know for certain what I'm going to do with my future. I don't have an anchor; I'm like a floating ship out in the ocean, without a captain to steer it on.

As far as I can see, I'm pretty traditional with my gadgets; I'm using my old vista OS, I WAS using my un-astonishing blackberry (much to my dismay) and I'm not always wired to the internet. As far as technology is concerned, I'm very much the early 00's person. I do admit that I cannot do very well without my laptop, the refrigerator, microwave oven, electric kettle and a washing machine. Some of life's indispensable equipment if you have the money to buy them and when you do have them, makes life a little bit more comfortable. And thus, having a lot more time in your hands.

I think of myself as just a dot on the map of the world, or just the tip of the tip of tip the iceberg (note the recursion); I'm a small fry and would not make much of a difference in this world. In a sense, my feeling of unimportance is what makes me feel insignificant in the grand scheme of things. It doesn't help that I'm a bit old-fashioned in my way of doing things. I don't see a problem with the old way of doing things. I know ambition goes a long way, but instead of ambitious technology goals, like making seamless networks and all those kinda things, what about just being who we are, plain and simple? Lofty goals are not worthy goals. Its ridden with self-pride and selfish intent. I can't help but feel that is extremely arrogant.

I don't know wth I'm saying; I just want to get out of here for a while and return to the world I once looked at as a place full of opportunities.




I'll only enjoy doing something if it's not something I have to do. Damn, I'm never gonna enjoy a lot of things.
#@)*#@)*&*)!^@!$
When I started this blog, I envisioned it to be a place to write stylistically or at the very least, not colloquially.

However, since I don't always keep to my intentions, it didn't quite turn out that way.
But nonetheless, I hope that in the 7 or so years since I've kept it, I haven't had my English deteriorate in the slightest bit. (The only thing that depleted was the time and the enthusiasm to keep writing)

So for today, I want to write about a person I read about on Wikipedia that faced a tragedy so devastating, I wouldn't know how to live anymore if I were him.

That person is Franklin Pierce, the 14th President of the United States. His term in office was just under 5 years, from March 4, 1833to March 4, 1837. He had great political ambitions, much to his wife's displeasure. She was unhappy with her husband's political inclinations, taking no pleasure in life at Washington.

Mr and Mrs Pierce had three children together, however their first two children, died very early in childhood. This must have caused great anguish to the Pierces. No parent would want to see their child laid to rest before them, what more two of them. This was already tragic just reading about it.

So, the greatest tragedy that befell the Pierces happened during a holiday. Mr and Mrs Pierce, with their third and only son, eleven years old at the time, were on a train ride back from a vacation. Not long after the train took off from the station, it jumped the track and went over a fifteen-foot embankment. While Franklin Pierce and his wife suffered minor injuries, their son Benjamin was decapitated as a result of the accident, crushed beneath the the rail road car.

Needless to say, Mrs Pierce never recovered from her melancholia due to the tragic incident that befell her last surviving son, Benny. She believed it to be God's punishment on her family as a result of her husband taking office in Washington. It was said that she wrote letters to her sons during those days, leading up to her death.

I don't know what I'll do if I were in her shoes. I was so sad just reading about it.
Franklin Pierce was not a celebrated US president; I read his name from the book "Lone Wolf", and wondered if he was a real person or just some fictitious famous person in the book.
Turns out, it was a real man.

I don't know why I gave this post the title "Determination"; I suppose it's because Pierce was determined to be president, despite the tragedies that happened along the way. I wouldn't know if I would have the same determination if I were in his position, but I'm inclined to say no.

What I would like to have determination in is with the things I do. The things that drive me. Unfortunately, I haven't quite figured out what is it that I'm passionate about. All I know to do at the moment is finish my degree :P


Imagine this. You, as you are, stood right there, at the beginning of ALL creation.
What do you think you'll see? What do you think will happen in the future, if you were there?
If you do not believe in God, then your starting point is much much earlier than say, a million years.

I as a person who practices religion, though, cannot account for the discrepancy in the Bible's record of time vs the scientific argument that states the earth is a lot older than a few thousand years.

But much like the furthest reaches of the universe, I don't care about such matters. For this, I do not wish to be labelled as ignorant or an obstinate religious person; I just do not think my mind can comprehend such matters anyway, so why bother?
Also, I'm not religious. But I believe in something greater than me, so I guess that's the only label that's fitting (at the moment).

I am, however, quite fascinated by the seemingly endless expanse of the night sky; the full moon, the gleaming stars that are never within reach; it's always the same picture you see after the sun sets.

That is beautiful enough for me.

However, if you do like your taste of mystery, perhaps exploring what you may never fully understand, is your life's pursuit. So be it. Live your life the way you want to. I'll live mine my way too. I hope you find what you are looking for, and that you'll be happy.

So back to being at the point in time=zero. How much information do you think you'll have gathered from that first moment in time, till the present moment?
It is said that all the (digital) data that has been collected over the last four years surpasses all information that humanity has gathered since the beginning of time.

THAT, in my opinion, is a confounding thought. The narrow minded me would say that mankind now, instead of hoarding food, now hoards data. And by hoard, it is beyond gluttony. And by data, I mean ANY data. Whether it's the air humidity by the miliseconds, or the clicking patterns of teenage Facebook users, you name it. The world has something priceless in store at every corner of human activity.

Everything is recorded. That sounds like a stickler at work. A very meticulous, OCD stickler. I agree that data collection is worthwhile, but at what cost?
The smaller data storage becomes, the more we'll want to hoard. The data collectors will claim that it is used for research, to study human pattern (or whatever it is they're looking for) to "improve" user experience. While they, arguably, do this for eventual benefits that are for everyone's good, I am sure it comes at a price.
This, in my (uneducated) opinion, is the bane of technology. Something's got to give when something apparently good comes along.

I can't say my laptop has done me absolutely no good. Or that my refrigerator is better off in the bin than it is in my kitchen. Or that the light bulb is stupid. No, I most definitely cannot say that. I would beg on my knees to have them back if they were snatched from me.

Because the fact is, the once-upon-a-time luxury bestowed on us has now become commonplace. We cannot do without them, as the luxury is now a staple. It has become as such, and impossible to become otherwise.

So what am I trying to get at? Hell, am I complaining or being a contradiction to myself? Well, succinctly, I would say this: my point is that at this point in time, we have achieved great feats of human accomplishment. I may not have seen everything that is amazing which another man has invented. But I believe, as an ordinary citizen, that we may well be on a downward spiral from this "information age". We have so left the "Industrial Revolution". What we are now, is a "Information addicted" society. The constant need to absorb as much information, is clearly what our society has become. Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr. We're addicted for more, and more. What happened to the well-worn shoe?
I just think our appreciation levels have fallen. I might be misinformed as I see the world mostly through my eyes, but we hoard so much, it's quite difficult to have one precious little thing that doesn't have to be expensive, or popular, or cutting edge.

What happened to limits, to having boundaries and restrictions? What happened to living modest?
To not always want more; to improve oneself, but not in terms of wealth, or belongings, but of one's character, personality, and people-ness?

I'm trying to stick to these principles. That is my goal, to be what I 'preach'. But I have made many faults, and I am sorry. We are all far from ideal, but we all deserve love, and that is priceless.

I remember a time long ago when I was a child, I would sit in front of the glass cabinet where some of our children's books were kept, without any back rest, reading intently some of those books.

The illustration in those childhood books are forever etched in my memory, not only because they were so colourful and because of my young, visual memory, but because the stories that accompanied them made some lasting impressions with their morals.

There is one story that I remember clearly, and that is of the father, son and the donkey. There are several version of the story, and I can't remember which one I read as child, but all have the same bottom line, which I'll come to at the end of the story.

Here is the story (taken from http://www.bartleby.com/17/1/62.html)

A MAN and his son were once going with their Donkey to market. As they were walking along by its side a countryman passed them and said: “You fools, what is a Donkey for but to ride upon?” 1
So the Man put the Boy on the Donkey and they went on their way. But soon they passed a group of men, one of whom said: “See that lazy youngster, he lets his father walk while he rides.” 2
So the Man ordered his Boy to get off, and got on himself. But they hadn’t gone far when they passed two women, one of whom said to the other: “Shame on that lazy lout to let his poor little son trudge along.” 3
Well, the Man didn’t know what to do, but at last he took his Boy up before him on the Donkey. By this time they had come to the town, and the passers-by began to jeer and point at them. The Man stopped and asked what they were scoffing at. The men said: “Aren’t you ashamed of yourself for overloading that poor Donkey of yours—you and your hulking son?” 4
The Man and Boy got off and tried to think what to do. They thought and they thought, till at last they cut down a pole, tied the Donkey’s feet to it, and raised the pole and the Donkey to their shoulders. They went along amid the laughter of all who met them till they came to Market Bridge, when the Donkey, getting one of his feet loose, kicked out and caused the Boy to drop his end of the pole. In the struggle the Donkey fell over the bridge, and his fore-feet being tied together he was drowned. 5
“That will teach you,” said an old man who had followed them.


Moral of the story: “PLEASE ALL, AND YOU WILL PLEASE NONE.

I hate to say it, but I tend to seek validation in the form of pleasing people. Listening to their criticism, it can't not be good, right? But then, you can't ever please everyone.
So, what can one do?

Just do your damn best, decide on your own, what is best. Hopefully, no donkeys drown in the process.