Thursday, November 29, 2007
In one of my very older posts, I stated the very criterias needed to be the woman of my dreams. But I seriously believe it doesn't work this way. Why? Because once again, love is really unreasonable, illogical. It's all about passion and emotions, it cannot be calculated or measured, and that is why it's of no use thinking about what one's dream partner is. Because when it comes to the crunch, you find yourself falling in love with someone who you never thought you would ever like. Why? Again because before you fell in love, you used your head, the dream partner you calculated up, measured up, was constructed using the mechanics of all your rational brain logic. However, love isn't manufactured up there, it comes from deep down, a place alien to logic, alien to whatever sort of rationalism.
And that is why, we feel confused. How can we fall in love with someone like this!? Because it's our brain, our mind talking. We refuse to believe our hearts. Because our hearts are located deeper down, it's much more difficult to hear their cries.
And that is also why when we use our hearts to love someone, we no longer care about his faults, his bad habits, whatever things you dislike about him because you like him, because you listen more to your heart than your head. Love only emerges when the heart is strong enough to surpress the mind.
So people, don't be confused. The mind and the heart are always at loggerheads. And do not worry, if a person truly likes you with his heart, he doesn't really mind all your bad habits, all your weaknesses because he will always listen to his heart, more than he will listen to his head.
I apologise for being too preachy, too lectury, too boring, too confusing, too long-winded for these past few posts....
I'm in no way superior to anyone so what gives me the right to preach or lecture....
These thoughts are mine and mine alone, I share them with you, they may not be right, and you do not have to accept them, but I definitely have to accept them, for without them, I'd have nothing left...
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
"Seven seconds" is the solution. "The dwarves and Snow White." If there are seven dwarves dining... and she serves seconds, that means "seven seconds." Doctor Lessing is a physician, a very serious person.
This was taken from the movie Life is Beautiful. I think it's in italian, hence the translation of the riddle wasn't too good, but what I want to say is sometimes when one is too serious, it's kinda hard to get the meaning because the person who set the riddle didn't meant it to be looked at that way. To get the answer for the riddle, one has to attuned oneself to the frequency of the setter. It isn't easy, nothing is easy, and we term this term, "understanding".
Words are ambiguous, for it means different things to different people. Therefore, one should never take the meaning of words solely. One has to combine one's understanding of the speaker with the meaning of words to get a better understanding of what the speaker is saying. A fatal error is when we intepret the words said with our own understanding of the words and hence we didn't get the message transmitted by the speaker. Of course, it's a very instinctive act, and that is where most misunderstandings occur. I understand all of the above might prove to be a little confusing, a better writer would have phrased it much more simply, but sometimes, we deliberately set riddles or say things indirectly to see if the listener gets you. It's sort of a test to see who's on the same wavelength as you are. And when you find that someone, talking becomes much more simpler because not so much effort has to be put into making the meaning clear.
"Do onto others what you want others to do onto you." That is not totally correct. Let me illustrate with a simple example. It's Steph's birthday, you go shopping for her present. You like dark chocolates, so applying the theory of "doing onto others what you want others to do onto you", you buy her a box of dark chocolates because that's what you want others to buy you. But the problem is, she doesn't like dark chocolates, she likes white chocolates.
Perhaps the link isn't clear, but it's meant to illustrate that we shouldn't think others are like us. Yes, we shouldn't, but being humans, it's such an instinctive action to do so, so I don't think it's any fault of us to do so, that is why I love one of the quote so much. "We are not put on this earth to see through one another, but to see one another through." If we are less judging, and try to understand and listen more, perhaps that one day might come where we could really see through one another.
And Darn, this talk is getting too serious and dreary for my liking...
Sunday, November 25, 2007
The most beautiful film! It's sad, funny and terribly beautiful, just like what life is, a definitely must watch film! The most beautiful thing in this film is how the father turns the harsh reality of life into a fun game for his child
It takes a certain amount of strength to not take things too seriously, to be able to laugh at one's downfall, and move on with life.
Seriousness is boring.
It takes a certain level of intelligence to not sound serious, to make people happy, and what is more important in life, than the happiness of the closed ones around you.
Therefore, it takes a certain amount of selfishness, to be so serious all the time, for you want respect for yourself, more than you want happiness for your closed ones.
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Some people take everything so seriously. I find that a terribly serious matter.
Oscar Wilde once said, "Life is too serious a thing to be taken seriously." Something like that, I forgot the exact phrasing. He also said, "Seriousness is the only refuge of the shallow." Now now people, serious people, do not direct your anger at me, it is he, the great Oscar Wilde who said this, not me, the nameless one.
J.M. Barrie: Young boys should never be sent to bed... they always wake up a day older.
Grown-ups never understand anything by themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them.
I would bring myself down to his level. I would talk to him about bridge, and golf, and politics, and neckties. And the grown-up would be greatly pleased to have met such a sensible man.
To my childish friend, it is a beautiful gift you have, to be childish, so cherish it and never lose the child in you. The same goes for all childish people out there, do not lose the child in you, for it is when we are children, that we find life is truly beautiful.
Thursday, November 22, 2007
I said everything was pointless because success in the coporate world, success in the possesion of material things, success in status etc all boils down to mainly one thing, that we seek to be liked better by others, to be respected, to be acknowleged so that our existence on this earth is worth living.
But the irony of it all is that in the end, what really matters is what we think of ourselves. After spending half or all our lives pursuing, we finally realised that what we are pursuing actually lies inside us all along. That what we are in fact seeking is to be liked better by ourselves.
Anyway, I believe to be respected by others, first of all, one has to respect oneself.
Also, the envy of others is only a short-term ectasy that will dissolve with time.
Sounds very preachy eh.. Age is catching up, if you don't like to be preached to, skip this post.
Have you ever counted the number of sad songs to happy songs? If you haven't realised by now, the sad ones far outnumber the happy ones, and I guess that is the way how it goes in life too.
When listening to a song or music, which gets to you more? Which touches your heart more? My guess are the sad ones too, for I feel that sadness has a far greater intensity than happiness. That is, the intensity of pain is far far greater than the intensity of elatedness. We feel much more when we are in pain than when we're happy. Some of us became addicted to this because we became addicted to feeling. And perhaps it is feeling such strong intensity of feelings that make us feel alive so even though we are suffering so much, we enjoy the suffering too for it makes us feel. And that is what I call a true blue sadist.
Yes, I'm a sadist, a bloody one, so if you are affected in anyway negatively, please stop reading for I do not want to introduce any more additional sadness into this sadistic world but if you are looking to add on to your collection of pain so that you can feel more, please keep on reading for I believe my wallowing will go on for a long long time. Sadness is eternal... Happiness is merely an illusion, because according to dear old MR Newton, what goes up must come down, what is happy will eventually be sadder. That is the law of gravity, and there is NO NO exception.
The Little Prince
Written and illustrated by
Antoine de Saint Exupéry
Translated from the French by Katherine Woods
I ask the indulgence of the children who may read this book for dedicating it to a grown-up. I have a serious reason: he is the best friend I have in the world. I have another reason: this grown-up understands everything, even books about children. I have a third reason: he lives in France where he is hungry and cold. He needs cheering up. If all these reasons are not enough, I will dedicate the book to the child from whom this grown-up grew. All grown-ups were once children--although few of them remember it. And so I correct my dedication:
TO LEON WERTH
WHEN HE WAS A LITTLE BOY
Once when I was six years old I saw a magnificent picture in a book, called True Stories from Nature, about the primeval forest. It was a picture of a boa constrictor in the act of swallowing an animal. Here is a copy of the drawing.
In the book it said: "Boa constrictors swallow their prey whole, without chewing it. After that they are not able to move, and they sleep through the six months that they need for digestion."
I pondered deeply, then, over the adventures of the jungle. And after some work with a colored pencil I succeeded in making my first drawing. My Drawing Number One. It looked something like this:
I showed my masterpiece to the grown-ups, and asked them whether the drawing frightened them.
But they answered: "Frighten? Why should any one be frightened by a hat?"
My drawing was not a picture of a hat. It was a picture of a boa constrictor digesting an elephant. But since the grown-ups were not able to understand it, I made another drawing: I drew the inside of a boa constrictor, so that the grown-ups could see it clearly. They always need to have things explained. My Drawing Number Two looked like this:
The grown-ups' response, this time, was to advise me to lay aside my drawings of boa constrictors, whether from the inside or the outside, and devote myself instead to geography, history, arithmetic, and grammar. That is why, at the age of six, I gave up what might have been a magnificent career as a painter. I had been disheartened by the failure of my Drawing Number One and my Drawing Number Two. Grown-ups never understand anything by themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them.
So then I chose another profession, and learned to pilot airplanes. I have flown a little over all parts of the world; and it is true that geography has been very useful to me. At a glance I can distinguish China from Arizona. If one gets lost in the night, such knowledge is valuable.
In the course of this life I have had a great many encounters with a great many people who have been concerned with matters of consequence. I have lived a great deal among grown-ups. I have seen them intimately, close at hand. And that hasn't much improved my opinion of them.
Whenever I met one of them who seemed to me at all clear-sighted, I tried the experiment of showing him my Drawing Number One, which I have always kept. I would try to find out, so, if this was a person of true understanding. But, whoever it was, he, or she, would always say:
"That is a hat."
Then I would never talk to that person about boa constrictors, or primeval forests, or stars. I would bring myself down to his level. I would talk to him about bridge, and golf, and politics, and neckties. And the grown-up would be greatly pleased to have met such a sensible man.
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Everyone is so hungry for power, respect, status and most of all, money. Gals want cars, Guccis, to be pretty and beautiful like the stars in the hollywood movies. Guys strive to succeed in the coporate world, because it is what most of us think a successful life should be. To me, everything is so pointless. Is this really what we want? If it is really so, how superficial we are all. What is the point of it all, what is the meaning of it all, just like Alfie's last line in Alfie.
In the eyes of these people, I'm simply a lost sheep, similarly, in my eyes, they are lost sheeps too. I guess we all are sheeps, and we all are lost and as you can clearly see, the most lost of all is me.
And that is the way everything goes.. Every happiness you feel, every tinge of joy you experience is merely an illusion, a halucination, it simply means when the illusion peels off, the pain you experience will be greater.
The only way out, is to not feel, not see, not hear, not breathe, and perhaps, that is the only place where solace can ever be found
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Isn't everything we do in life a way to be loved a little more?
Well, who says relationships have to last forever?
Céline: You know, I've been wondering lately. Do you know anyone who's in a happy relationship?
Jesse: Uh, yeah, sure. You know, I know happy couples. But I think they lie to each other.
Céline: Hm. Yeah. People can lead their life as I lie. My grandmother, she was married to this man, and I always thought she had a very simple, uncomplicated love life. But she just confessed to me that she spent her whole life dreaming about another man she was always in love with. She just accepted her fate. It's so sad. And in the same time, I love the idea that she had all those emotions and feelings I never thought she would have had.
Jesse: I guarantee you, it was better that way. If she'd ever got to know him, you know, I'm sure he would have disappointed her eventually.
Gypsy: You are both stars, don't forget. And the stars exploded billions of years ago, to form everything that is this world. Everything we know, is stardust. So don't forget, you are stardust.
Céline: You know, you hear so much shit about people. I always feel like the general of an army when I start dating a guy, you know, plotting my strategy and maneuverings, knowing his weak points, what would hurt him, seduce him. It's horrible.
I mean, if you had an island, right, and there were 99 women on the island, and only one man, in a year, you'd have the possibility of 99 babies. But if you have an island with 99 men, and only one woman, in a year, you'd have the possibility of only one baby. So...
Céline: So. You know what?
Céline: On this island, you know, I think that there will only be, like, maybe 43 men left. Because they would kill each other, trying to fuck this poor woman, you know what I mean? And on the other island, there would be 99 women, 99 babies, and no more man, because they would have all gotten together, and eaten him alive.
Friday, November 16, 2007
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
And yes, it is true in reality as well, that time is indeed chasing after all of us yet we are oblivious to this fact.
"Carpe Diem", seize the day, cherish every moment, every one. Do not wait any longer, do the things that you've always wished for, don't keep putting them off. You have only just this one life.
"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away."
The way I see it, if one is too scared to love for fear of falling, then one might as well not live at all. And the same goes for my other love, soccer. If one is so scared of losing, that one is always on the defensive, then one might as well not play soccer for there is no longer any joy in it.
Friday, November 2, 2007
Today's post is to salute these friends, for their undying steadfast beliefs in their values. Yes, no doubt one would feel morally inferior among these friends but that is precisely because one is indeed morally inferior. They believe that true love, unconditional love, isn't about playing games, they believe that one should give of oneself unconditionally, they believe in all that what love should really be, they are the guardians of true love and yet so often, they are the ones who are hurt the most.
I salute them. It takes plenty plenty infinite amount of courage to be able practise their beliefs. And that is why I am so certain as most people are too that the world is definitely not fair! Why should these guardians of true love suffer? It's like watching the good guys in the movies die, what fairness is this? So Cupid or whatever god there is that is in charge of the division in the department of love, defend your true believers, for they are the ones that make the world so beautiful! Never ever let the hearts of your guardians bleed again for the corrupted souls in these world.
And to the maker of this world, I believe now is the time to flush out the 'baddies', to reset the world with only these beautiful guardians so that we may no longer know what it means to be sad or heartbroken.