I've been reading lonely planet articles and reviews, watching some National Geographic, my mind is playing games on me.
I have a very strong urge to just pack and leave, i don't mind being a sailor, or be a fisherman, as long as i am out of this place.
Life isn't bad, in fact, it's great, it's just, i want to be free, like horses running through the meadow plains, like fishes swimming in the vast oceans.
I want to go.
"I want to to be free from desolation and despair" - Map of the Problematique
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Monday, May 24, 2010
Leaves
We never grow out of certain things, say, fear of clowns, hugging parents before sleep, doodle on everything.
Yet there are always things we do.
We compromise, we give up, we rationalize, we always "settle".
In just a short week, 3 of my good friends left the country, to different places for very different reasons.
It is nothing short of a joy i feel for them, moving past norms and transcends societal expectations. Being propelled to places unknown, it's like being born again. I wonder if this is the way life should be, is our inner voice telling us to settle down just something we inherit from culture?
Is love supposed to be following a schedule, or are all these a by product of just being within a community?
"No one wants to be defeated" So sang a famous entertainer who passed away way too soon. Yet by not feeling defeated, does it mean we are victorious? I could just tweak my mindset a lil', push certain pieces puzzle out of the picture, redefine standards, and i would no longer be "defeated", i'd be happy, for real, even if it means to compromise, that's not to sat it isn't a good thing, but is it?
I cannot add an ounce to which this life is given to me, i have only so much time left, and i sometimes spend it thinking and writing it down here, i think about all the past thinkers, thinkers whose philosophy gripped the world, but to what end? The more we know, the more we cannot "settle". This is why, i think, that a job isn't just a job, a degree isn't just a degree, the more we know, the more we have to work towards something more purposeful, even it means doing the same thing over and over again, it won't suck if there is meaning to it.
We drown ourselves in things that cannot satisfy, and i won't even bother to preach what can satisfy us.
To Justin who left this country in pursuit of a better life out there:
Life isn't what you expected it to be, it has never been kind, nor has it directed you to someplace you'd thought you'd be, people have loads of opinion, including myself, and who am i to bring up God? One thing i dare say, is that, being there, where you are, probably is the most fucked up scariest shit you may have done, leaving quite a lot behind, evidence by tears seen in your friend's eyes, having a family you loved and leaving them for the better or worse. I guess, i don't really care what choice you make there and how you are going to live your life there, one thing i'd like to ask though: stay alive.
Yet there are always things we do.
We compromise, we give up, we rationalize, we always "settle".
In just a short week, 3 of my good friends left the country, to different places for very different reasons.
It is nothing short of a joy i feel for them, moving past norms and transcends societal expectations. Being propelled to places unknown, it's like being born again. I wonder if this is the way life should be, is our inner voice telling us to settle down just something we inherit from culture?
Is love supposed to be following a schedule, or are all these a by product of just being within a community?
"No one wants to be defeated" So sang a famous entertainer who passed away way too soon. Yet by not feeling defeated, does it mean we are victorious? I could just tweak my mindset a lil', push certain pieces puzzle out of the picture, redefine standards, and i would no longer be "defeated", i'd be happy, for real, even if it means to compromise, that's not to sat it isn't a good thing, but is it?
I cannot add an ounce to which this life is given to me, i have only so much time left, and i sometimes spend it thinking and writing it down here, i think about all the past thinkers, thinkers whose philosophy gripped the world, but to what end? The more we know, the more we cannot "settle". This is why, i think, that a job isn't just a job, a degree isn't just a degree, the more we know, the more we have to work towards something more purposeful, even it means doing the same thing over and over again, it won't suck if there is meaning to it.
We drown ourselves in things that cannot satisfy, and i won't even bother to preach what can satisfy us.
To Justin who left this country in pursuit of a better life out there:
Life isn't what you expected it to be, it has never been kind, nor has it directed you to someplace you'd thought you'd be, people have loads of opinion, including myself, and who am i to bring up God? One thing i dare say, is that, being there, where you are, probably is the most fucked up scariest shit you may have done, leaving quite a lot behind, evidence by tears seen in your friend's eyes, having a family you loved and leaving them for the better or worse. I guess, i don't really care what choice you make there and how you are going to live your life there, one thing i'd like to ask though: stay alive.
A drop, on the leaves it weighs,
Contemplating to hold or let go,
Winds swept and winds howled,
Unforgiving was the sun,
Unkind was the clouds,
In cycles of darkness,
In repetition of light,
In former glory,
Arise again,
You.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Crystallized
Around a year ago, i was in Thailand with two friends having an awesome experience doing missions and enjoying the culture and cheap food there.
Around a year ago, i was struggling with thesis, trying to get participants, getting 15 laptops to run at the exact same time and at the exact same functions.
Around a year ago, i went to ipoh and taiping, feeling miserable over a girl, whom i cared too much for.
Around two years ago, i was bedridden for at least a month due to imbalanced fluid within the ear.
Around two years ago, good friends came to celebrate my birthday though i was sick and was impaired in speech.
Around two years ago, a childhood friend's mom was cremated, and for the first time, i hear my friend cry.
Around three years ago, i was in Malacca with my closest friends, having the time of our life.
Around three years ago, my sister had my college mates pooled in for a mp4 player for my birthday.
Around three years ago, i went for CF camp and made friends with people whom i am still friends with.
Around four years ago, i was in penang with my high school mates, chilling and awaiting university entrances results.
Around four years ago, i broke up with a girl.
Around four years ago, i begun a new life in university, hoping to write a new tale, a new beginning.
Around five years ago, i was worrying about STPM and struggling even to pass my subjects.
Around five years ago, i was still a hard rock Jesus freak.
Around five years ago, i was different.
Now, i am working, in a company which feels a lot like high school, or i feel like i am being the me i was back in high school, afraid, fear of failing, falling short.
Now, friends are flying off, i am happy for them, friends came back, i am overjoyed even though it isn't the same between us anymore, friends is going to come back, i do not know what to expect.
Now, far away from God, far away from church, resentful, cynical, dissatisfied, i don't know how i ended up here. People say go back to God, i don't know how.
Everyday is a struggle to keep dreams alive, a struggle to not do things i will regret.
Around a year ago, i was struggling with thesis, trying to get participants, getting 15 laptops to run at the exact same time and at the exact same functions.
Around a year ago, i went to ipoh and taiping, feeling miserable over a girl, whom i cared too much for.
Around two years ago, i was bedridden for at least a month due to imbalanced fluid within the ear.
Around two years ago, good friends came to celebrate my birthday though i was sick and was impaired in speech.
Around two years ago, a childhood friend's mom was cremated, and for the first time, i hear my friend cry.
Around three years ago, i was in Malacca with my closest friends, having the time of our life.
Around three years ago, my sister had my college mates pooled in for a mp4 player for my birthday.
Around three years ago, i went for CF camp and made friends with people whom i am still friends with.
Around four years ago, i was in penang with my high school mates, chilling and awaiting university entrances results.
Around four years ago, i broke up with a girl.
Around four years ago, i begun a new life in university, hoping to write a new tale, a new beginning.
Around five years ago, i was worrying about STPM and struggling even to pass my subjects.
Around five years ago, i was still a hard rock Jesus freak.
Around five years ago, i was different.
Now, i am working, in a company which feels a lot like high school, or i feel like i am being the me i was back in high school, afraid, fear of failing, falling short.
Now, friends are flying off, i am happy for them, friends came back, i am overjoyed even though it isn't the same between us anymore, friends is going to come back, i do not know what to expect.
Now, far away from God, far away from church, resentful, cynical, dissatisfied, i don't know how i ended up here. People say go back to God, i don't know how.
Everyday is a struggle to keep dreams alive, a struggle to not do things i will regret.
I am thankful to be alive. Life is interesting.
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