Life's twisted, and sometimes really funny.

Life's so stupid. Doing things I have zero passion in just for the paper.

Aside from earning moolah for a living, I met up with a few lovely people.

A former form teacher whom I used to dislike because I thought she kept picking on me. But I slowly grew to love her a lot and missed her when she changed school. Now that I'm all grown up, I invited her to a birthday party of a friend of mine, who was also a student of hers in the past, and we had a pretty good catching-up-session. From the past, to the present, from working life, to love life, we shared almost everything. Time's catching up really fast with all of us. We were 16 when she left, now we're 21 and we're all towering over her.

Because her birthday's a day after Roderick's, I asked Keith to get some mini cakes to help them both celebrate in advance. It was really nice to see that she was really happy(or at least in my eyes she was). 

And Roderick turned 21 on the 8th. Celebrated his birthday along with his family and a number of our friends. He got drunk and all of his nonsense soon began. It was really fun though, drinking again only after a week of me promising that I would quit drinking. And it was really nice that some of my friends said that I've changed quite alot, and also Ms C said that I've become quite good looking. 

So I've become quite tall, quite good looking, quite sensible, and quite the opposite of what people expected I would become. That's good, I think. 

Life's twisted. 080413 made me think of you because our anniversary was the four-times-table. It's silly how such little things are still stuck in a corner of my mind and when I think of it, I get all sad and tired and lonely and start feeling bad about life and all that stuffs. 

So to prevent me from thinking of you, I do other things. I appreciate people in my life, and I feel sad about other things.

Dear Ms C, happy birthday to you as well. Really glad you were able to attend the party, even though it was wayyyyy too early and no one was there to actually celebrate, your thoughts and actions were much appreciated. You'll forever be the best form teacher I have had. Meeting up with you after so long, coupled with a few nice comments from you, was really nice. I wish for nothing but the best in your future endeavors, and that you last long with your husband and your whole family is forever happy and blessed.
Forever your worst student, Pow.

For now, I shall cherish these people. These bunch of crazy, funny, lovely, at times irritating, and very much a second family to me. Segunda Familia, te quiero.

Happy birthday my best brother. 21 is a really huge accomplishment. Take everything thrown at you in your stride. For every hurdle you cross, I won't be far behind. Believe me when I say that you're gonna go far in life, maybe way further than me. You're one tough mother fucker, and that's the best aspect about you that you most probably have no idea about. Sorry I'm not the kind of best friend other people have. But I promise I will see you through all of the shit in the future. Cheers to 11 more years to come.

Don't you worry about me, I will learn to love again. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow. Maybe not anytime soon. Eventually, when the time is right, I will learn to love again.

I blame you

For being so pretty.

I'm as superficial as the other girl is materialistic. I fall for pretty people, sue me.

You know this feeling you get, when you see someone you haven't met in awhile and they've changed so much in that amount of time, and you think to yourself "Where were you all these while?".

Sorry that you're really pretty to me, and that you've changed so much since the last time we met. And also that I fall for pretty people really easily, especially when they're nice to me. My sister's friend told her that she thought I was good looking, I blushed for three days. I still replay those words whenever I'm bored, because it's not a common thing for people to compliment me. I'm not used to it, so I keep it wayyy inside my mind, in a little happy place where good things are stored inside. That night was also the first time I've hugged a female friend so casually without any constraint or awkwardness. It came so naturally, like it should've been done a long time ago. You're probably not on the same frequency as I am, because you're probably used to these kind of things. But it's something new to me, and I love new things that are good. It's a really refreshing change, as compared to the past few months where I'd find some stupid sad quotes that'd keep me upset for the next few days, and I'm pretty happy right now. And that's all that matters.

I'm good looking... I'm still puzzled, but I guess I'd take it in my stride and keep it safe and sound where no one can use it against me. For now, life is a piece of unsolved, colorful puzzle, waiting for me to find the next piece to it.

This is the bunch of retards I love. 

Commitment VS Obligation

An orientation program talk I attended this week.

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An old lady picks up carton boxes to earn some money for meals. A curious reporter approached the old lady one day and asked if he could capture her usual day down on film. She kindly allowed him to. Waking up at 5 in the morning, she goes about the neighborhood looking for discarded carton boxes along the corridors and on the streets. She ends her morning at 10 by selling away the boxes she has managed to gather, and earned herself a few bucks. She used the money she has earned, and buys a packet of rice and two plasters(a.k.a adhesive bandages). The curious reporter asked her "What are the plasters for?", she said "Oh, I need them.", and they head back to her house. 

She lives in a simple two room flat. And just as she opened the front door, two men, lying on a mattress on the floor, came into view. They entered the flat, and the old lady puts down the packet of rice and went into the kitchen. The two men grabbed the food and began gobbling it down. The reporter, shocked at what he had just witnessed, asked the old lady "They just ate the rice, what are you going to have for lunch??". The old lady smiled and said "Oh, no worries, I have mine right here." and she lifts up the cover of the wok, and what appears to be leftovers from a few days back fouled the entire kitchen. The reporter, disgusted by the sight of the food, continued filming as the old lady has her lunch. 

After lunch, the old lady approached the two men lying on the floor with the two plasters. The reporter asked "Who are they?", "They're my sons" the old lady replied. She peels off a worn off plaster from one of the men's arm, and applies the new plaster onto a wound. She applied the old and used plaster onto herself. The reporter, touched by the loving mother of two, observed that the old lady has an old bandage, torn and tattered and dyed in a color of dirty yellow, wrapped around her forehead, stopped filming. 

This was a story one of the instructors told us during the orientation program.

The question thrown to us was "How many of you are committed to taking care of your parents?". Majority, if not all, of us in the auditorium raised up our hands without hesitation. The instructor chuckled.
"Put your hands down" he said.
I was bemused by his snark dismissal at our answers.

"None of you are committed to your parents until the day they're bedridden. All of you are OBLIGED to take good care of them and care for them because of their actions." he continued.

"Obliged??" I questioned him in my head. It is most certainly not an obligation for me to take care of my parents, I was adamant about that. But what he said next got me and every single soul in the auditorium stumped and wondering to ourselves.

"Until the day your parents are bedridden, and when you have to turn them around every 10 - 30 minutes, then you can say that you're committed to caring and loving your parents. Otherwise, you're just obliged to taking care of them because they have raised you up. They have brought you into this world and cared for you until you are old enough to work and feed yourself. It's an obligation to take care of them, because it's the only socially acceptable action every child is obliged to do."

That was it, every thing I thought was right, was wrong. I've never gave that topic that much of a thought, because I thought I was committed all these while. I sincerely hope I'm committed to taking care of my parents. What good would I be if I grow up and becomes rich and powerful, but I throw my parents into an old folks home?

Commitment or Obligation? Your actions, your answers.

The view from the back of the van. A view that has my childhood written all over it. I miss being a kid.