Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Indigo
So I was recently asked a series of questions,one of which was very interesting...
"So if you say we are all handed what we should be able to handle,then why is it some do commit suicide?"
"Sometimes,the thought that you'll have to go through something absolutely alone drives you to have morbid thoughts,its as simple as being tired after a long day,all you want to do is sleep.Get some rest,take a break.The thing is,when your life seems like a daily grind of pain,you'll do anything to stop it,and sadly we always choose the path of least resistance. Now,what would be the smart thing to do is ask for help...just turn around and say,i need help,i think i could use just a hand...and hopefully you'll get through it.I also believe in Karma and the cycle of life.SO,this would in turn mean that each one of us is handed problems/glitches to be solved,regardless of how long it takes.If you do choose to run away,it doesn't end, it just reappears as a different problem waiting to be solved.In the end,what you thought was the solution isn't exactly a solution,it is just a motion for continuance.Eventually, you will have to face it, with or without help.Ask and you shall receive-we've been told, so?use it!"
These are just my opinions...who knows what the truth is?...in the end it all boils down to believe,if you believe in something,there's hardly a chance for anyone to make you think otherwise,and most often,what you choose to believe,becomes the truth.
Just be a little discerning when you make choices,you'll surprise yourself.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
The Warrior of Light
Yes,its the same one as Coelho's the only difference is that,i am relating my experiences via his posts. It makes sense and resonates with my inner thoughts and feelings.it gives hope and allows you to cut yourself some slack.
Every day, God gives us, as well as the sun,a moment when it is possible to change anything that is causing us unhappiness.
a “yes” or a “no” can change our whole existence.
Every day, we try to pretend that we do not see
that moment, that it does not exist,
that today is the same as yesterday
and that tomorrow will be the same too.
However, anyone who pays close attention to
his day will discover the magic moment.
It might be hidden in the instant
that we put the key in the door in the morning,
in the moment of silence after supper,
in the thousand and one things
that appear to us to be the same.
This moment exists, a moment in which
all the strength of the stars flows through us
and allows us to perform miracles.
(By the river Piedra I sat Down and Wept)
Wednesday, June 09, 2010
Tuesday, June 08, 2010
Pigeonholes
So today i had a relatively fulfilling conversation with a good friend,lets call her Winne.We spoke about things we always speak about and went on to speak some more.
We reached a topic about someone common,lets call him Tigger.So,our story today is about typecasts and stereotypes created by whats known as social decorum.
So here's a story about go getters, Go Getters have no principles are far as territorial pissing is concerned.
There's no such thing as honor amongst thieves and there's no such thing as being around for people who need you.
I know of a person who never takes no for an answer, except when he is in doubt of himself. Sometimes its convenient to get someone to convince you that this is what you want,so that you convince yourself that you are making some martyr like decision when in reality,you didn't have the guts to take responsibility for that decision.
Today,a good 4 years later,you have 'what if' thoughts...what if thoughts don't happen if you MADE the decision in the first place.
Then some might argue, maybe it was his decision, he just didn't think that he'd miss out on a lot.
No, when you are a go getter who stops at nothing, the only thing you are regretting is not making that decision on your own.SO what do you do?...you can't rectify 'could've' 'should've' because they belong in a different dimension.So make excuses.You look for someone to blame.
So Winnie defends Tigger and says...maybe its something he was forced into.
My rebuttal?...he wasn't, Simply because you don't become a fixture as someone's booty call...especially if this someone is in a relationship with some other guy?
Here are more valid Points:
A man is expected to 'Provide', Protect and Take bullets for your wife.
If a man however strays...the world talks about it for maybe a week, a month tops,because honestly no one,not even the wife expects the husband to not stray.We all know it,but we are all too cowardly to mention it.All of us want to belong and fit in the world today so being lemmings are what we are fit for.
Conversely,if a man...loses his job,hits his wife or lives off her...its a big fucking deal,because his isn't man enough!...he couldn't do the most primal things for his wife/family.Sad isn't it,men aren't bound to the same rules in a relationship?...our expectations off men are sadly meager.
NO...no one will admit to it...but secretly i can see all you people nodding.
Thats alright,we are conditioned by society to be a part of the conveyor belt called life-in the eyes of others.
A woman is expected to be a Mother...one who can't stray.If she does, she'll be shunned.If she chooses to work and not stay home with her kids (when her husband is doing relatively well) she will be shunned.If she speaks for her husband (who's penis is the size of an amoeba), she will be shunned.
Real Swell to be Asian and Narrow isn't it.
Coming back to my rebuttal of go getters, GO GETTERS don't ever compromise on their reputation unless they really want it...and they will go get it knowing full well that they are on the brink of losing the most valuable asset anyone will ever own.Your reputation.
Go give it a thought and let me know what you think.
I'm craving a nice triple shot espresso latte with no foam in kids temperature,anyone?
Monday, June 07, 2010
Sunday, June 06, 2010
Friday, June 04, 2010
Dunkel
Lets talk about this funny thing called chemistry.
I was unbelievably good at it in school, and absolutely oblivious to its existence now except in relation to cooking.
So,what makes you go up to someone absolutely random and say hi?I'm not talking about sexual chemistry,i am talking about chemistry period.
Lets assume your only common ground is the fact that your both are in a similar field or have to work together on a case or two,so if you look at it, the ONLY thing you have in common is your vocation.Here's the part that gets tricky...just because you both do the same things,you automatically assume its all going to fall into place so perfectly like a jigsaw puzzle.
Why you ask?
Here's why, just because you and i like medicine,doesn't make us like minded...i also happen to like Monopoly, Cow and Chicken, Boston Legal and reading, which to you is an utter waste of time...you like Korean dramas and Glee...no sir we aren't on the same page.
I like puns...and i like being politically correct,see?that sentence would've flown by you.
Anyway,here's the issue...how do we decide,I'll spend my time walking down this alley?I'm not as spontaneous as i thought i was.Too cautious for my own good.
Forging anything seems to be an issue,am i selfish or am i just cautious?
How do we classify our relationships?
Student-Mentor, Platonic, Flirtatious, Sexual, Exclusive, Oedipus-complexed?
Which ones are you likely to encounter at work?
Which ones do you keep?
Which ones do you discard?
Ultimately, when you could laugh with me about absolutely anything, laugh at yourself and at me...i know i should persevere to at least keep it going.
When you could do the above, and not kick me when i am down,and look for the light at the end of the tunnel when my days are dark...and remain painfully honest, i will hold on to you with dear life.
No man is an island.
Tuesday, June 01, 2010
Changes
Right now, the tune of the day is Miami Bitch by David Guetta,mostly because it makes me super duper happy.
A good part of me does feel a little sad that i'll have to say good bye to Penang,it is a fun place,it really is,especially if you have the right company.The durians are good,the food is sometimes overrated, the traffic is migraine inducing and the beaches adultrated.Yet, i am in love with it in a sadistic way.I don't love it like i love Moscow or the feeling KL gives me,but...yes,there's a part of me that has come to like it.
Its like the love affair that you'd like to forget,the one where there were good times and bad times and yet you were both perfect misfits.
So,i've been here long enough to know which Pork Satay rocks and where to get the best mutton varuaval or who charges an arm and a leg for a pack of Granny Smith.I've also been here long enough to sniff out the MC seekers and the Hypochondriacs.I think its time i went towards i'm good at...its time to become an Orthopod, time to become spinal and embrace being called dim wit carpenters with gusto.
Here's one thing for sure,i'm going to be one of em cool rockstar surgeons!
p/s there's going to be a PARTY on the 25th of june,who's coming?