Sometimes when people disappoint us too much, we become blind to sincerity, and sceptical to everything others put in front of us. We begin to suspect if any good or kind intentions are true, and not hypocritic.
We begin to suspect, the very move itself, as one having an ulterior motive.
Used to being cast aside, one would not enjoy being the center of attention. Similarly, I felt really uncomfortable. Its probably a really kind note, or one intented with motives. But right now, all I think about, is why.
Why the move, why not stay remain as usual. We'll all get used to it someday anyways.
也许我会忘记
也许会更想你
也许以没有也许。
I'm feeling guilty for suspecting. But not enough to let down my guard. The hurt will develop ways to protect himself/herself. I am of no exception.
After all, I'm just a naive, small little person living in this precarious world I've yet to take my first step out to.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Monday, September 27, 2010
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Marina barrage. Heaven for kite lovers when the sun hangs high, and sanctuary for picture lovers when the moons takes over.
Kite-flying is insipirational. And I can probably already notice that because people kind of always seem to realise many things by flying kites. Not that the fact that "go fly kite" isn't something very positive.
Kites. The way they fly, how you can only see the kite and not the thin thread that holds it. If there was something more appropiate to saying its life hangs upon a thread, I would say kites are the ones to fit that description.
How do we determine the success of a kite flying? Some would consider it good to have it on air in the first place, and others want the altitude that it can achieve. As if the height of the kite represents the skill of the one controlling it.
Sometimes we are found in situations similar to a kite. Where the place we go, how high we go are determined by someone else, and not directly, but though a thin line, invisble to the naked eye. The wind plays a part, like how nature does in each and every of our lifes.
In chinese they say, 天时，地理，人和。
Who's grabbing onto the line of your kite? Who's the one to decide whether to reel you in, or to release you out? How would we know the true purpose? As if reeling us in definitely meant shortening our heights, it might, for all we know, to keep us from falling.
I guess kites have a tinge of ambition to them, to conquer the sky, to get up high.
Just like we humbly do, in our daily lifes.
Kite-flying is insipirational. And I can probably already notice that because people kind of always seem to realise many things by flying kites. Not that the fact that "go fly kite" isn't something very positive.
Kites. The way they fly, how you can only see the kite and not the thin thread that holds it. If there was something more appropiate to saying its life hangs upon a thread, I would say kites are the ones to fit that description.
How do we determine the success of a kite flying? Some would consider it good to have it on air in the first place, and others want the altitude that it can achieve. As if the height of the kite represents the skill of the one controlling it.
Sometimes we are found in situations similar to a kite. Where the place we go, how high we go are determined by someone else, and not directly, but though a thin line, invisble to the naked eye. The wind plays a part, like how nature does in each and every of our lifes.
In chinese they say, 天时，地理，人和。
Who's grabbing onto the line of your kite? Who's the one to decide whether to reel you in, or to release you out? How would we know the true purpose? As if reeling us in definitely meant shortening our heights, it might, for all we know, to keep us from falling.
I guess kites have a tinge of ambition to them, to conquer the sky, to get up high.
Just like we humbly do, in our daily lifes.
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Life teaches us many things. We learn the ways of life at different stages of our own. In fact, almost as soon as we're born, we are already taught, learn, and used lessons that life teaches us.
A newborn knows nothing of the world. Except for one. Attention grabbing is needed to fulfill his/her wants. No one taught them that. Nature did.
As one grows up, we learn that it doesn't mean we get attention, just because we called out for it. A toddler may scream, yell and shout to get the interest of the people, mainly adults around him/her. But the truth is, when they get ignored, they subconsciously take into account that such methods of attention grabbing does not work all the time. Only when people intimate enough are around would those antics be successful.
And even then, it does not gurantee success.
As life goes on, toddlers grow into immature children. At this stage, they acquired another skill. The ability to detect emotion. The instinct to push buttons only when appropiate. In front of an extremely mad mother, no child would bother asking for toys. For he/she know that it is futile. On the other hand, when mum or dad is all smiles and are having a really good mood, children always seem to pop up from nowhere and cause a hole in the wallet.
Before reaching puberty, the stage of life where rebellious behavior comes in, children learn another important lesson. The significance of effort. How effort directly affects outcomes. They begin to understand that it is not just whining that will get them what they want when their parents are having a good mood. Its how they ask for it. How to ensure that their parents would be "taken in".
While that makes perfect sense, teenagers learn the exact reverse. We begin to comprehend that effort does not equal to results. Just because we hunt, doesn't mean we get fed. Now this is totally different from what has been taught by parents. And teenagers do not hestiate to stick by what they believe it. After all, they found the key to many questions in life this way, by themselves. Why bother believing someone who thinks they're so high up and mighty?
What every single child fails to infer at this point is that whilst they have their own adventures and learn about the world, they do not realise everyone older than them have undergone the exact same thing. They begin to feel powerful with knowledge, without knowing that the very same things they have done, or are going to do, have been done by the one lecturing them.
Even when people reach adulthood, that seems to be a hard habit to kick. We always firmly believes in ourselves, unless or course our self-esteem have been damadged so badly we hardly believe in ourselves anymore.
Sometimes, it is too much consideration of what's going to happen that will be stopping us. Maybe all we need, is a little push, a little rashness, and a whole lot of encouragement.
Life's like that.
If you can't change it, live with it.
A newborn knows nothing of the world. Except for one. Attention grabbing is needed to fulfill his/her wants. No one taught them that. Nature did.
As one grows up, we learn that it doesn't mean we get attention, just because we called out for it. A toddler may scream, yell and shout to get the interest of the people, mainly adults around him/her. But the truth is, when they get ignored, they subconsciously take into account that such methods of attention grabbing does not work all the time. Only when people intimate enough are around would those antics be successful.
And even then, it does not gurantee success.
As life goes on, toddlers grow into immature children. At this stage, they acquired another skill. The ability to detect emotion. The instinct to push buttons only when appropiate. In front of an extremely mad mother, no child would bother asking for toys. For he/she know that it is futile. On the other hand, when mum or dad is all smiles and are having a really good mood, children always seem to pop up from nowhere and cause a hole in the wallet.
Before reaching puberty, the stage of life where rebellious behavior comes in, children learn another important lesson. The significance of effort. How effort directly affects outcomes. They begin to understand that it is not just whining that will get them what they want when their parents are having a good mood. Its how they ask for it. How to ensure that their parents would be "taken in".
While that makes perfect sense, teenagers learn the exact reverse. We begin to comprehend that effort does not equal to results. Just because we hunt, doesn't mean we get fed. Now this is totally different from what has been taught by parents. And teenagers do not hestiate to stick by what they believe it. After all, they found the key to many questions in life this way, by themselves. Why bother believing someone who thinks they're so high up and mighty?
What every single child fails to infer at this point is that whilst they have their own adventures and learn about the world, they do not realise everyone older than them have undergone the exact same thing. They begin to feel powerful with knowledge, without knowing that the very same things they have done, or are going to do, have been done by the one lecturing them.
Even when people reach adulthood, that seems to be a hard habit to kick. We always firmly believes in ourselves, unless or course our self-esteem have been damadged so badly we hardly believe in ourselves anymore.
Sometimes, it is too much consideration of what's going to happen that will be stopping us. Maybe all we need, is a little push, a little rashness, and a whole lot of encouragement.
Life's like that.
If you can't change it, live with it.
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Friday, September 17, 2010
Magicians, that's what they are. How they capture our attention? By simply doing the impossible.
We jolly well know they're tricks of the mind, logic unexplainable. But still, we try to look straight into where they want us to look, and mesmerize us obliviously.
Such, is the stupidity of man.
Another ability of theirs, is to create something out of nothing. No reactants, just products, fascinating regardless of how much we understand that those are all but illusions.
Yeah, magicians they are, creating what is coming to exist without any existing things. I'm impressed, and insulted. Worried, and feaful.
Things aren't gonna get any better from now on.
We jolly well know they're tricks of the mind, logic unexplainable. But still, we try to look straight into where they want us to look, and mesmerize us obliviously.
Such, is the stupidity of man.
Another ability of theirs, is to create something out of nothing. No reactants, just products, fascinating regardless of how much we understand that those are all but illusions.
Yeah, magicians they are, creating what is coming to exist without any existing things. I'm impressed, and insulted. Worried, and feaful.
Things aren't gonna get any better from now on.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
I don't know how I'll carry on. This feels like the calm before the storm. I thought I had things covered, or at least my very own ass.
Now I feel like I'm naked in the middle of the world's busiest street. This is no longer about myself. I don't even have the right to be sad, because pity would not fall upon me, my pride would not allow it.
And I can't even rejoice openly, for I know, the very same reason I rejoice, is the one that's making the people around me depressed. I guess in the end, I'll just come back here again.
When all else fails, I hope my blog doesn't. It appears to no longer be a want, but a need. Something that I can always afford to lean back on. If the whole world ditches me. At least I have a sanctuary.
Now I feel like I'm naked in the middle of the world's busiest street. This is no longer about myself. I don't even have the right to be sad, because pity would not fall upon me, my pride would not allow it.
And I can't even rejoice openly, for I know, the very same reason I rejoice, is the one that's making the people around me depressed. I guess in the end, I'll just come back here again.
When all else fails, I hope my blog doesn't. It appears to no longer be a want, but a need. Something that I can always afford to lean back on. If the whole world ditches me. At least I have a sanctuary.
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