De one with Wipe and Sparkles

Slash of the shimmering

Indeed a day to be enlightened!
Alas! Na.am (Yes in Arabic)!

Was washing my hand after relieving myself in the middle of the movie that I cast away all my doubts. Doubts pertaining to my decisions. Decisions concerning the things I purchase, words to say, gestures in behavior, choices to commit. Like life, just when I though the 12 diamonds on the Atlas ring had lost its shine, it twinkled as its facets captured the spotlight during hand-washing. That moment as though an angel had breathe life to a withered flower and it was all magic all over again.

Sidetrack for awhile. Went to watch Sex and the City 2. Generally it wasn't a matchset when compared to its first, this I agree. Perhaps there weren't much glamor. Production funds to doll up the ladies in high fashion, cosmetics and labels seemed to have been allocated to their film site at Abu Dhabi, United Arab Emirates. Highly probable to have cost a dynamite. The movie didn't end with marriage. Instead, it kick-start when gay marriage. What an appetizer to test how much you could appetite the openness of film. Less nudity, less joke but kinda easier to predict where the storyline was going towards.

It's about the same set of problems most women faced. It's all those issues after the look for love, after marriage. About being faithful, committed, sustaining passion, defending what's yours, a little pinch of suppressing your desires. Boy, there was this braless Nanny.. My my.. it's a mouth watering scene for all guys I guessed.

And one more thing I realised, people have seemed to stereotype goodlooking people who ain't married, as homosexuals. *rolls my eye* I wondered why.. What if people just haven't met the right one or they savor freedom of remaining single.

Realisation #3, I enjoy talking to people. And I got feedbacks strangers enjoy talking to me. And who says I'm not gregarious or charismatic enough? *Jason raises his hand*.

Final actualisation, I ain't as uncared for or unloved as I condemned myself to be. My family and certain friends adore me more than anybody in the world. Was blind to the fortunate sparkles around me. I have work experience (typed my CV yesterday), pretty things. More than never, I got most of all that I wanted. Self condemnation -- Wiped and gleam! 

De one with Vital Moment

Hard decisions

Got a demoralising news. Looks like I might not graduate in time with the rest. However, certain opportunities are around the bend. Should I wait till it's time or seize the prospective decisions before me?

*fingers tapping*

De one with The Ugly Duckling Story

Bedtime stories

The beginnings are ever alluring. Just like how I awoke fresh and reluctantly, like a baby duckling coming out of the hatched egg, to get dressed and head to work.

It seemed as though I'm a dart board after all these days I've been away from office. Everything doesn't seemed to go right. When there's anything wrong, I''m to be blamed or ought to take responsibility for. Not trying to be a disgruntled employee but it's never been more obvious. During my entire 14 hours at office, it literally feels like an ugly duckling which is picked on. Not only is he demoralised with his shabby looks, under-developed intelligence, there's muddy swamps everywhere. Yuck yuck yuck yuck.

It wasn't until the ugly duckling left for home. A place where it could wash itself and transformed into a Swan as he relaxes. Only did he realise beneath all the ugliness and unhappiness, there are beautiful things to compensate for the unfortunate events. My ah-ma made me this nostalgic traditional plum-anade. Super dupper delicious and smoothing to the throat. The moment I arrived home, I saw curry puff.. yum yum, my favourite.

If only there was a "Christmas in a cup"..awww~

De one with Life's a Bed of Rose

Relax, recuperate and rejuvenate

Any idea how would you plan your activities for a long term should you have the fortune of affording a temporal mid-life retirement? Don't get me wrong. It's not retirement for perpetual or holiday vacation. The term in discussion refers to a short term, you know, one or two months. Scratching your chin or temple? Lemme give you some time to think about it. In the meantime, here's how I'd love my "mid-life" retirement be scheduled... hehe...

I'd wake up as long as my body clock awakes. Or have a dog, licking my fingers. Aww.. it'd definitely melt my heart to wake up to a sunny, windy morning. At least, no sounds of traffic, depressing crowd to the busstops or panic over being unable to get a cab to be in time at work.

Wake up with freshly brewed tea in fine china or my all time favourite mug, read some newspapers, magazines Well, himbo's dumb enough. It's prudent habit to cultivate the brain from moulding. Just imagine.. not blonde, can't afford to get dumb. 

I'd got for a jog on alternate days. Followed by swimming and suntanning in the afternoon sun. When it's raining, I'll most likely stay home, watch home videos or plug on my ipod and cycle or do weights at home. After swim, I could have late lunch with friends, my god-brother, go ikea to shop for awhile. It's optimum to shop in the afternoon. You do not get a rushed feeling that the day is ending and there ain't much crowd or clatter from all the people who just never stop rumble and ratter over what happened at work or on their journey today.

On days when I do not exercise, I'd most likely draw to my heart's content. Creativity's at its peak during early hours. I could go to the park, lay myself on a carpet-grass patch, listen to the (toilet-trained) birds with the dome of ceiling-less, clear blue skies above. Puurrrfect!

Late afternoons I could go for facial. Or stay home to stone and realise how untidy my room is. Am certain it wouldn't be long before I start packing and revamping the layout of my room. At times, I might just polish my crystal babies, tiffanys and bags. Other time, it'd be adoring to have some private moment, reading a book with Starbucks coffee or napping.

Come evening time is the prime time to walk the dog. Or fly a kite should there be winds. I recall sitting at the stairs at the end of the overhead bridge leading to the park. Clouds of various, manipulative shapes, flushed orange and gold as the settling sun flare its glory. Or perhaps trailing by the river, feeding fishes or throwing pebbles would be nice.

The night is often covered with a blanket of stars as the crickets hold their outdoor concert. Dinner and movie dates would be magical. Especially when you've had a rested daytime. Attributing reasons are simple. You look and feel best despite the curtains closing for the day. Cast away worries for repeat of the vicious cycle of work, school or Ns training. Only sweet dreams awaits and a brand new tomorrow to accomplish whatever you have not done today or the day before.

It's a fairytale to have someone sitting by yourself, in front of a fireplace or heater during the monsoon period. Both of us drinking hot chocolate, strawberries and cuddling warmth under a quilt. Man.. it's unbelievably awesome to have times like this. Not forever but frequent. Let's not be too greedy la, hah..

De one with May in a Blink

Unwant-ed

Seriously, ask yourself what you have done or achieve for this month. Thus far, I am guilty to say my achievement list haven't been long. To make it worse, it was uneventful.

Regretful thoughts of quitting is in the air. My colleague got accepted into one of the big 4. For me? I'm sitting on the fence. What's in front of me seemed vivid and misty. It's tough to move on without assurance that I made the mark to graduate. In the meantime, I fear the tendency to fall backwards, which means school day's are not over and graduation seemed a couple of months away. This uncertainty is displeasing.

Well, as much as my expectations of less-loaded-with-work month, it only stretched as far as the first week and things fell back where they were last month. It's big job. No clear timeline for me to plan my work. Everyone's directing here and there. I detest all these ambiguity and top of all, the inevitable helplessness.

This explains why I've been unhappy. Sent texts in search of comfort and got nasty comments. Gee.. give me a break nasty people. I didn't text so I could be reminded to be apologetic. Shared with I and F, no matter how towering-ly confident, high-esteemed and sunshiny about yourself (who I am, how I behave, equipped), discerning words never fail to get to you.

Since all above failed, this poor boy zipped his mouth and resolved on other agendas:
1st agenda: Catching up with a few friends
2nd agenda: Bought delightful things, Jay Chou album
3rd agenda: Stay home and spend time with family
4th agenda: Embark on constructive activities like running, improving vocabulary and learning to rest


Breathe, keep going and recharge. That's my life philosophy for this month. Some life huh..

De one with a Day with Conjunctivitis

On medical leave

Woke up yesterday with my left eye red. Conjunctivitis. Have no slightest idea how it happened. Ah-ma kept telling me to take the day off work and see the doc. After contemplating for a few minutes, I decided work at client's place is too much to miss and headed off to work with eyes of red and white.

Visited the doctor since the eye didn't heal and the itch is just too bothersome. She gave me eye-drop and medical leave. I kinda enjoyed the day. A day without work. When it got better, I went down town just to collect Jay Chou's tenth album.

"跨時代" came with a souvenir: An album with collar pins of the past nine albums. Under each are the dates on which the albums were released. It comes in cup-board or metal. Thanks to being simple for the week, I choose the cup-board which was obviously a wrong choice. After some thought, it's fine. I had one thing less to find a space for. 

The songs are more or less about the same style. Jay Chou did it his way. I wouldn't proclaim myself to be a big fan but a considerably loyal one given I supported all his album and vied for his concert tickets though unsuccessful. 10th album. Way to go Jay! And thanks, you music accompanied me through the past few years and never did it fail to cheer me up.

De one with Down-sides of Homosapiens

Untrusting

"Whatever happened to please-may I? Or yes, thank you? ..Or how charming?" - Velma Kelly, Chicago (1926).

Recent incidents have drenched me with dismay. It only takes one or two to shred your wonderful day from a hundred favourable things.

The Cab Crook-driver

I got conned! Too late to confront on the spot so I lodged an online complaint the moment I got home.

The incident happened on Sunday night. It was past 10, late and I decided for a fast journey home since there was gonna be work tomorrow. I needed to grab some snack from the kiosk. So I had the cab stopped alongside the road and handled $52 to foot the $11 fare. Only after he changed me $1 did he confess he didn't have change for the $50 note. It didn't take more than 4 seconds he came up with the suggestion to charge the fare using NETS. Fine, I returned the coin together with my debit card, in consent to his suggestion. I placed the $2 note on the center-driver's armrest. I took the note and took over the NETS machine to key in my pin to proceed with payment. After that, I collected my loose items (wallet, Nexus phone, documents and keys) in the poor litten environment (he didn't bother to turn on the cab light). During this moment, there was a subconscious doubtful soul which keep telling me something's amiss. I inquired the driver whether he did return me my $50 note. "Yes" he replied in a "ya ya, I did, just get outta my cab" intonation.

Not very nice to risk the cabby's time, so I alighted promptly. Stepped out of the vehicle with a heavy heart, I forced hard on my memory, trying to recall whatever happened over and over again like fixing a 10 piece puzzle within 1 minute. I rechecked my wallet! Alas! There should be two $50 notes, now there's only one! - Treachery.

Sigh, how come this kinda crook still exist? Cheat the young's money through a intended lie.


Spiky Despise hair +Airy salesman

To salvage the lamentable news for the month: A star chipped off my Swarovski Kris bear. Thanks to my aunt's deed to clean lor. So i carried the ornament of heartache to Orchard only to be informed by a friendly lady that repairs can be done at 4 collections points. She was kind enough to give me a card with the 4 collection branches with addressed imprinted and even suggest the nearest was Raffles City Shopping Centre.

With godspeed, I proceeded to Raffles City. The displeasing incident unfolds.

This chub was at the counter, opened up the blue box with a "man, just wanna get this over and done with" attitude. Definitely far from how the lady unpack when I got the crystal. He inspected the warranty booklet three times, each lasting for at least 2 minutes. Once when he first opened the box. Once before he took the piece out. And again after he put the piece back. It wasn't until the third time when my patience ran out that I clarified if there was something wrong with the warranty. And he said, he had trouble making up the date. Please la, you could have ask, There's only two date and it's hand-written bigger in size than the front size of what you read. His behaviour spoke of his doubt over my integrity. I swear to God, Jesus, Allah, Zeus, Achamán it was.

The way he advise. No, not advising. Sarcastic about separating the detached piece from the main crystal. Sigh. He mentioned "next time". The other Jason thought, "yeah right, there's not gonna be a next time. Definitely not with you".

The second wave of sarcasm came with the my filling of particular. My handwriting. "If your contact number is not clear, how are we going to contact you". Please la, say it in a better manner.

The three rings he worn, a metallic (filled with scratches) and two other  "honestly ring" with plain crystals (not diamonds) and you speak to me in an airy manner. Totally not goodlooking at all. You are still a salesperson behind a counter providing service assistance. What the... 

A piece of white paper will never be perfect with a black marker dot on it. I'm an easy-going customer. Ask James and others the limits of my tolerance threshold. This coming from me.. ain't sound fine.

Rude and cunning people. What is the world coming to.. Jeez!  :(

De one with Quad-Centennial Edition

With dexterity

Inaugural to celebrating 400 blogs of complaints, joyful news, depressing written ordeals and sweet-smelling nostalgic stories, I dedicate this slightly-off 403 entry to my dearest friends, supportive readers and forthcoming stalkers, passing web-browsers or even spot-checkers. Lol.

A few months ago, I conducted a brief survey. This involved friends and acquaintances to text a single word which they felt best in describing me. You could call it "evaluation". I call it "research materials" and reliable sources ain't more appropriate than people whom I've dealt or met before. Then again, just to clarify further, the most important bottom-line is to be receptive and present words from others meant more valuable than casual, self-composed entries.

Without further ado, *clasps both hands together*, let's have our appetizers serve, shall we?

*Opens the dish cover, clouds of mist unfurls out beneath* the glitter word appears as the mist dissipates: "Vain pot". Yes, this was the golden word which bestowed by you-know-who. *palms out* Indeed I can't deny. Look at my toiletries, how I choose my clothes, accessories and you'll know how true that word reflect. Obviously it ain't a positive description. Well, everybody deserves to be vain, to bring out the "better" appearance in us. But of course, without going overboard or superficially pretentious.

"Sweet" appears second on the list. Your votes. Not mine arh. Personally, there's really nothing distinctively sweet about me. Basically, I do things willingly or genuinely for people whom I care about.  Honestly, given my limited capacity, unaccomplished gift of speech, or body size, there's nothing I can do to protect or do miraculous works to patch broken hearts (although I have a NUM Tee which says so.. ok kidding), or even cheer you up like some psychiatric-guru when you're down. "Do things within your means" (Mummy, 1995) and abidingly, I did, without intentions to please.. just want you to be gay (ie happy).

Others perceive this as "accommodating", some stereo-typed me"bending-over-backwards" and trying hard to impress. While I do admit investing my best at times, I'd beg to differ from the dreadful "I" word. Cause is simple. I never do. Those whom I've worked with or seen my work comment in unison of me being "perfectionist". Philosophically, I trust if you never try, how would you know. Even if you did try, give it your best shot. So you wouldn't have any excuse for regret. What do you think, guys with the "I" impression?

"Quiet" and "shy" are next on the feedback list. Hmm.. we've come a long way. Till today, first impressions never fail to pick this affinity between me and being quiet or shy because I have a mouthful of gold or avoid eye contact. Being shy I do admit la.. but improving. As for eye contacts, I'd stick to the same: Unless it's something important, you wouldn't have me looking into your eyes. They say eyes are windows to the soul. I have nothing to hide. Perhaps.. just don't wish having people getting infatuated. Haha. Come on! Know me better and you can be a jury yourself to derive a verdict if "quiet" is representative of my personality. Hah.

"Naive" came from my manager and dear Max. Sometimes, it is tagged along with "stubborn". Naive doesn't mean immature here. Rather it relates to how I view the world. "人 之 初, 性 本 善" - 三字經. I trust and adopts less sophisticated way of viewing people despite knowing how complex human nature can be. Why immerse ourselves into over-skeptical or sophisticate-mindedness when socialising with others. Just be plain, be simple and behave how you'd like others behave with you.

Others say I'm "cute". Yes, go on, put your indexes near your uvulas, roll your eyes like roulette at casinos, or start reciting "definition of "cute" = ugly but adorable" if you decide to. Oh by the way, I don't think any dictionary defines cute as ugly but adorable. Continue using this and I'd most probably be the 2nd after Dr Hughes to discover a mistaken in whichever dictionary from which you derive that error from! It's my face. I can't help it. Haha. Come on, don't be discouraged. I'd say, if I can be, so can you!

Some say Jason's "talented".. because I can draw. "Gullible" (some would feedback) and "talented", both are like two big puzzles which can't seemed to fit ley.

"Impulsive".. that's the uprising category which more people are seeing. Others have associated it with me being "impatient" because when I want it, I get it and get it quick. Who or rather, what to be blamed to have cultivated this "fast and furious" force in me? Two culprits: Music and audit. In music, timing has to be precise. Each and every note has a time of its own so that it fits and pieces to form harmony. Of all, I love accelerating tempo which derives an exhilaration within the heart-racing beats and fluid-running notes. Audit. It's a race with time, stuffing all that you can do within a time-frame. Don't bother giving me what is not require. Get the objectives right and get it done and over with. Like "staccatos" within the rhythm of life.

F defines me with "energetic". Hmm.. am I? As much as I try to be jovial and bursting with life, I think this essence of youth seemed to have landed itself into "endangered status" with my current job situation. We get tired so easily. Oh boy.. time to do something about it.

Saved the best for the last. A friend H, texted me this: "You're like Swarovski crystal - Cold and hard on the appearance yet transparent to see". What does it mean? I shall let this be an open-ending...

Words paint an image just fine. Pleasant ones are like primary and bright colors. Objectionable ones are like shades of dark and grey. I hereby give thanks to all who have contributed to this blog. May it root delights in the hearts from which these fantastic descriptive words grew from hours, days, months or even years of interaction with thee. 

De one with Criminal 402

Don't doubt

Went to Barrossa at the Esplanade on Friday. I am sure I ain't an alcoholic. *index finger's up*

I only had classy champagne, sizzling tequila, playful cocktail and tingling daiquiri.

Criminal 402 was called to court. "I didn't do it. I'm not guilty. Believe me, I'm not guilty", pleaded the young chap, trying so hard to convince until his eyes were red and brimmed with moist.

And the judge said if you didn't, raise your arms for inspections of the pockets of your coat. And the young chap did obligingly.

The jury gasped in harmony. Little did the accused know he was on trial for thief from the roti prata seller instead of murder. Both of his palms glistered with oil.

  

De one with Wealth

Painful

The measure of personal wealth isn't the number of bottles of fine red wine in your cellar, carats of diamond rings, bottles of colognes, figurines from Swarovski, certificates, collectibles, piggy-banks of coins. No, not all these. What are those I define my personal wealth to be then?

To be honest, this is an never-ending, contentious issue. Invadingly-expanding insurance, now re-branding (or "upgraded") to personal financial planners and those good-old, commission-maximising bankers would give the most practical answers: bonds, equity and any financial instruments are the most relevant benchmarks of wealth. As Alex Spanos says "Cash is King".

Hearts-inviting counselors, teeth-gleaming medical-practitioners, retiring sportsmen and even my "ah-ma" would give their pennies worth advice: Wealth is Health. Be it physical, psychiatric or psychological form.

Moving on to subcategories of the above financial and non-financial aspects, attention-captivating advertisements or salespersons with faces tortured by thick layers of powder and concealers would promote and pursue slogans to sell : Status, "worth for money". In other words, come be a slave to Abraham Maslow's hierarchy of needs. Alleviate yourself to levels of "Belonging" (man, this is so high-school) and "Esteem"! 

Certain plots of the most-vicious Hongkong drama presents another lucid perspective: Family love is another parcel of wealth. Some, not all though, purport "faith" as a measure of wealth, spiritually.

Tsk tsk tsk.. just defining the measure wealth is a dizzy-headache. Since we are at it, lemme share my point of view. Hehe. Chin Yu introduced me to a book about "Millionnaire next door". I recall I mentioned it before in my previous blog. Anyway, till today, the principles related to wealth are as follows:

To be wealthy, you need to:
1) Save
2) Make sound investment
3) Be nourished and lifelong learning

Moving on, why need to save? Imagine a pipe with both ends open. input colored liquid through one end. Without having to elaborate further, it flows out the other end. Nothing retains. Nothing accumulated.

To save ain't enough. "Lending", not "saving" your money with banks at a pathetic low interest rate. Jeez.. we are loaning our money and guess what? the banks gets to set the interest rates payable! Let's not diverge, shall we? Make sound investment. Don't just accumulate plainly, accumulate cumulatively!

Investment does not only entail becoming a shareholder. To me, setting up your own business is important. . Online banner might flash "Set up your own company with just $1!!" Well, easier said than done, nothing comes without a price tag, subsequent sustaining costs to keep your business going. Like icing the wedding cake, ingredients and equipment (capital) are inadequate for task accomplishment. You need skills (management of own manpower, finances, customer-relationship) to achieve success. If you ask me, I'd would if I have the right opportunity to seize, right associates to team up with and right amount of consideration to gamble. Haha.

I do agree with money is the medium of trade and exchange. Or figures so to speak. The only and quantifiable medium. Hence, the commonly adopted measure of wealth around the world. This is where I believe, "priceless" derives a meaning.

Increasing focus have been dedicated to other prospects of wealth. This is where continuously upgrading, learning and experience comes in. It's beyond life-long learning and attaining academic knowledge. I feel, the challenge comes from adapting to your environment, capitalise yourself.. most importantly, achieving the equilibrium of life without damaging your wealth unnecessarily. You can't agree more, its tough.

The clear definition of wealth is not what I hold on personal grounds, the majority's stereotyping or edict-ed by dictionaries. Of all the things religious people said, one of the few I hold dear "It's in your heart". If you feel strongly about it, more than never, it is right.

De one with Couldn't Help Pondering

Finger to lips

Being so drained from work and stoning in front of the computer. It never fail to make me wonder what's the cause of all these strange behavior. Am I getting old and physically tired? Or have I overworked myself that the body and mind are both at loss, having slowed down momentarily after more than 19 hours of work?

Jeez... couldn't help pondering whether I need a break.

De one with Art-X-perience

Splendid

Finally, these few week ends have been a relief. Not completely though, but I managed all that I could get. The frequency of my morning jogs decreased due to the common late nights the day before. Ya, it's miserable. Work-rush after tormenting weeks of projects. So, I've been taking things for a change.

Where possible there's a weekday when I'll complete my work and leave office at 5:30pm sharp. Head home in a bus and go for an evening run (I used to hate this idea coz running after a day's work is not constructive: It accelerates my rate of physical "wear and tear"). But I did it. What more?

Saturdays are days when I make it an effort to catch up on my deprived sleep hours. No more dependence on what? Eye serums? In fact, it only makes your eye bags darker overtime. The ideology is the same with say, gym. One can run on treadmills, eat protein and do lots of weights. But the results are unsustainable should there be an interrupt or discontinuance. Sometimes, natural methods are more effective. Not "most". I'm saying "more".

I revived my love for arts. Last sunday after work at a Church, I rushed to watch Chicago with Qing. Not sure if you read my FB but it was splendid. 

1) The venue was an experience itself. First time in Esplanade. Woohoo!

2) The cast were artistes. 5/5 for Acoustics. 5/5 for right notes sung. 6/5 for their dance moves.

3) There was this part when there was silver confetti showered down unto the stage when "Razzle Dazzle". the lights made it glittered like shattered rainbows.. aww.. that's a heart-melting sight.

4) I'm so so sO SO SO SO glad I went with the best accompany, Qing! She's kept saying the feeling was different and delighted she could see the actors and actresses' facial expressions since we were seated near the stage. Glad the tickets were worth it la!

With goods came a few imperfections: 

i) Certain characters fell alittle bit off my expectation since I watched the musical once while I was in secondary 1. Let's see.. for example, Billy Flinch's role wasn't played very composedly. My favourite song "Both reach for the gun" you don't really get the anxiousness and let-loose feeling.

ii) Mr Amos was played by a huge-frame guy. "Cellopane" don't really make his actions. Haha.

iii) The sizzling feeling was lacking.

But nonetheless, it was good. Mary Sunshine (played by a male) was good. Gosh, he hit the "soprano" notes of "There's a little goodness in all of us" nice and beyond. Awesome!

Passed Chicago, I went for my second arty-funky experience with Clara! She never fails to dress up to the occasion. Like Rainne Yang who can be a superstar who does candid acts, likewise the same with her la. Spare her opening "grumpiness" (shh! due to her PMS), it was real pleasant going out with her. And yup, been contributing alot of $$ to sistic this month. Wasn't rush this time. Weren't late. Thank goodness. The theater was nice. First time at the Drama Centre. I must say, it was a refreshing encounter. It requires you to pass this bridge, feels as though we are boarding a plane. Haha.

And a flight experience it was. The "Animal Farm" was damn spectacular! The horses! The way the actor and Yeo Yenn Yenn neighed, trotted. Unbelievably resemblance to real horses. If scientists need a prototype of a horse-evolved-to-man, this is it. The dog, shaking as it sticks out his tongue.. well of course, there might be some others who probably went because of the semi-naked cast. Mohan, your favourite actor Lim Yu Beng was in it too! He seemed to be have been working out huh.

Clara said it's amazing. WildRice actually narrated the entire story in an hour plus. The old major's speech was memorised word for word. Verified this after I researched and read the first chapter online. What's more? I enjoyed the audience-engagements. Treating us as sheeps, asking us to read the amended commandment "Four legs good. Two legs bad" after them. Passing a basket of apples at the front row.

The gees of the play wasn't the comedian acts, arts appreciation. What's not to be forgotten was the lessons drawn from the story. Similar to what a taxi-driver shared with me. Regardless, people, animals alike in this case, are inevitably entangled with "power", "pleasure" and "money". Notwithstanding the fact that the nature of the characters were written to resemble generic personalities of humans, I guess the need for leadership (which derives power) is imperative for any community. The pigs "traded" (be it cash or non-physical cash exchanged) in order to satisfy our needs and wants. haha, ok, sounds very economics.

The need to seek directions to live further lead to the thought: All man or living things seek something to worship. Gabriel had shared this over our conversation. I couldn't agree more. Be it an embodiment of security from religion, belief, fun, we are all in need of something to serve us guidance.

It seems the partners who went to the musical and play with me were pretty meticulous. Qing noticed and pointed out to me, the drummer held the drum sticks the traditional way, like mine while I was in band. Clara on the other hand, could remember "Squealer" when I thought I recalled the name to be "Squeker" which probably come form the high-pitched squeaks it makes all the time. Paiseh..

Said and enough said. I can safely say, weekends are clearing. As far as I expected it to be. Life ain't that much of a one-way street ley.. look left, there's no deadlines from school projects or worries over an exam when I turn towards a corner. Look right, there's no sight of a dead-end path, or barriers from work assignments. Yeah, it's May! And yes, people.. queue up to ask me out!

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