The water and the cup

Am I so pessimistic?

The guy with the cup half empty. No you are wrong, My cup was FULL.

Beats the guy with the cup ALWAYS empty right?

Reminds me of story.

A wandering traveler, passing through a small town. It was sunset. He was traveling for 4 days straight and was thristy. He walked towards the town well and found that it was guarded. A burly villager stopped him.

Big strong guy: The well cannot be used by anyone today. The holy man needs it. You have to wait till sunrise, for then the holy man will be gone.

As a wanderer looking for no trouble, he retreated to a corner of the town square. Looking around, he saw villagers gathering. Many of them looked thirsty for the looks of their dried lips.

He went to sit beside an old man.

Traveler: Who is the holy man? What are you people waiting for?
Old man: No one knows. He knows everything and told us not to drink for a day. He going to make a speech soon. Hush.

A crowd starts to gather. Everyone was quiet. Waiting for the holy man.

As it approaches dusk. A small hooded figure walked towards the centre of the square.

He took of his hood. Grasps and noises emerged from the crowd. The holy man is a young girl!

Old man: I see, he appears in different forms, aha, he was an old man when I saw him 60 years ago.

Girl: Come lets drink. Everyone hold a cup of water from this well for it has been blessed. BUT! Drink only after I tell you to.

Every villager took a cup. The young girl took a cup, walked towards the traveler and the old man.

Girl: I remember you, old father. Do you want to take a cup too?
Old man: Thank You. I am old, give it the traveler. If I understood, I don't need it anymore.

The traveler humbly took the cup and looked into the contents of the wooden cup.
Whats so special about the water?

The young girl walked backed to the centre. She smiled.

Girl: Now drink as much as you liked from the cup. Any amount you want. After that, give me the remaining water if you have any, for I have some use for it.

They drank, some gulped down everything, others drank half. Everyone was different.

Old man: Drink, my friend.

The traveler was thirsty, but he was weathered and he could wait till sunrise.
He only took a sip.

Traveler: Let me see what is she going to with my water.

Girl: Ah, I see everyone has finished. Let me say something, the water in the cup is actually all the sorrows, fears and sadness everyone is going to face in the future. I shall drink down the your sorrows, fears and sadness for you.

There was a commotion again. A man that drank the whole cup fell onto his knees and cried. Many like him followed.

Some that drank only a little like what the traveler did smiled.

Old man: Well done, my friend.

The young girl drank the remains of every single cup. The traveler was last in line. When it was his turn, the girl looked terrible. She had too much.

Traveler: Why did you do this?
Girl: Your sorrows are mine. That is my job, because you believed.

She took the traveler's cup and smiled.

Girl: Only a sip.

She drank every single drop and collapsed into the traveler's arms.

No one knew what happened to the girl. A carriage came and picked her.

The traveler set off at the next sunrise. He was different inside, he knew it. For the girl whispered something into his ears when she collapsed.



Girl: __________________________________________

Lalala, Don't tell YOU!

Seriously

I got nothing to say... odd

seriously.

Bright and Shiny

The dark and twisted one finally became bright and shiny.

'You are free to go' a voice mellowed across the azure sky.

5 months, heck of a time. I tried breaking out, fighting it, waited, and learn to live with it.

This time, for real, the lock fell apart. I could finally breathe.

Alas, I'm bright and shiny.

Me, myself and my laptop

Life is not ordinary. Its busy. Extremely busy when you start to work on what needs to be done and do what needs to be worked on. So you got the point? My point is, with internet and adobe acrobat reader, I can easily spend my days in front of my laptop reading infinite pages of pdf files for my research. The question is will I get bored? No, I won't. I can watch youtube, and all the freaking shows online. Amazing right, but its pathetic. Downright pathetic. I don't even have to step out of my house. I'm even 1% an unworldly Information system guru. I'm an undergrad. UNDERGRAD! Hell, this is crazy.

Making mountains out of molehills you might say. But yeah, they brought the mountain to me.
I made myself comfortable with the mountain. I started inhabiting inside. Grow hair and beard and don't cut them. How nice.

Seriously, why am I even blogging when I'm so busy. Its fun. Its damn bo-liao. Its like eating a bag of potato chips and drinking beer. Its a comfort thingy. I could rant on and on.

It's a me affair. Personal, but put it bluntly, its lonesome. Part of the moving on hoo-haa. So its me me me me me me me me me me, no you you you you you you.

Lucky I'm at home right now, because it just started raining again.

Falling awake

Walk away and never look back. What they say was true.

Never take candy from strangers. They poison you. Damn they were so fucking true.

I drew a line. I swear I'll never cross it again. never.

FALLING AWAKE by Gary Jules

Eagle in the dark
Feathers in the pages.
Monkeys in my heart
Are rattling their cages.

Found a way to blue
And another ghost to follow
Said “it’s only up to you”
And that’s the hardest pill to swallow.

You never get to choose
You live on what they sent you
And you know they’re gonna use
The things you love against you

One foot in the grave
One foot in the shower
There’s never time to save
You’re paying by the hour

And that’s just the way it goes
Falling awake
And that’s just the way it goes


Slipping through the bars
Aware of the danger
Of riding in the cars
Taking candy from strangers

And it’s never out of hand
Never out of pocket
I’m supersonic man
Do you wanna buy a rocket?

And that’s just the way it goes
Falling awake, falling awake
Oh that’s just the way it goes
Falling awake, falling awake

Eagle in the dark
Feathers in the pages
Monkeys in my heart
Are rattling their cages

I could learn to play the game
I could learn to run the hustle
If I only had the brains
The money or the muscle

cabbages

Guess what, I feel like a kampong boy. Why? My house reeks of rotting cabbage. Apparently my mum is on another one of her culinary quest to make something out of cabbages. So, why the smell of cabbage, she's trying to sun-dry the cabbages for some reason which i can't entirely fathom.

So thats why my house stinks.

Weekend was great. BBQ with the auditors of Nexia Tan and Sitoh.
AUDITORS SURE CAN DRINK!

Heard some great news today. I'm elated.

For now my mind is empty. My copy( If Plato was correct), doesn't seem to be quite productive these days. I stopped being critical. Thus nothing to write on, even though I think that Sarkozy is fantastic, I just can't keep pace.

I felt so nonchalant for once. 9 months already. Its always the same old recipe of doom. 2 knockouts, 2 strikes, 1 more and I'm out.

It will haunt me no more, I had done enough humiliating acts to shame a court jester.
Its time for a closure.

the big unknown

Thinking of a research project sucks. Got to value-add, be feasible, academic enough, blah blah blah, thats more ingredients than cooking a pot of Indian curry. With 2 ideas already thrown out, I can't imagine how many more would be. BRING THEM ON!

If one closed door brings about other new doors, I reckon my new door is freaking small, cos I can't find it.

30 mins prior to writing this post I was like on a brink of an academic breakthrough. Seems to me that I might had found something good to work on. Well, after that adrenline and googling, Its not.

OK..I lied, It was. But I stopped and looked at the number of tabs in a webpage.. I was like woAHH...

It was something I never noticed till now.

Back to the basics they say, I nearly forgot what I always intended to do, to improve the current IPU.


Yes, the big unknown. Its created by many small unknowns.

Unknown about the fact my next thesis idea would work.

Unknown about how soon my deferment gets processed.

Unknown about how the technician would go about fixing my watch.

Unknown about what I should do next.

See.. my second pot of Indian curry already.

Im not trying to scrutinize Indian food. But the show I saw on Arts Central just now totally left me gaping. This Angmoh cook just throws everything into the pot and keeps emphasizing how easy it is to cook Indian food. Totally regardless of how tedious it is to prepare the spices.
Ought to be shot.

Its weird to say its true.
But I guess she's the biggest unknown of them all, lets leave it to fate.

Coming Sat... drown myself with tequila... meredith-style. I just can't wait.

zai...........

We were in les's car today and form of reckoning occurred concurrently to 3 of us....

WHERE IS OUR FUCKING LIFE!

Seriously, chicks are everywhere... and? So? What are we doing in a car, waiting the traffic light to turn green in the middle of Orchard Road.

Contemplating?

Something is bad.

Something is seriously wrong.