Levels

I saw something about a week ago which had me shaking my head in disbelief. I was at 1 Utama and I saw a bunch of people, not many, but still a bunch of people waiting for an elevator. Needless to say, they were crowding the door. When the doors opened, they streamed in and after they had all got on, I saw an elderly lady in a wheelchair emerge from the lift being pushed by, what I presume is the family maid and followed by the (again I presume) lady's daughter. Who was, blamelessly and understandably, looking quite pissed off.

The crowd weren't all young people. I've always bitched and whined about today's younger generation but I would think even they'd have the sense and respect to have allowed the wheelchair and its occupant to have exited first. These people rather were the people who will be raising the future generation.

Sad isn't it?

I was in Singapore for a number of days before Christmas. No one can pack shopping malls like the Singaporeans! Crowded. Not a complaint though. Merely an observation. Why I've mentioned this is what I noticed at the MRT stations. The level of desperation at the doors of the MRT is in relation to how many people are waiting to get on the train plus the number of people already on the train. If there is ample room on the train and not many people waiting to get on, the niceties are observed and people wait for others to exit first before getting on and stand to the side of the doors. If however, the trains are packed, people get on at the first opportunity regardless of other people trying to get off.

The level of politeness in these types of situations is adverse to the level of desperation.

It would be fair I'm sure if I had used the LRT in KL/PJ as a comparison but I haven't taken the LRT in years. Based on what I saw in 1 Utama, I dread to think what it's like now as it was already pretty bad when I did take the LRT all those years ago. And from what I've been told,
it's even worse now - with untold levels of desperation.

What is.... This is....

What is marriage?

Or rather.....

What is the thingy you mumble when you get married?

A vow.

Oh.

This is what a marriage vow is to me.

* It is a vow to love and cherish my wife.

* It is a vow to protect her in heart, body, mind and soul.

* It is a vow to place her first and foremost.

* It is a vow to commit to a lifetime relationship and that I accept it wholly.

* It is a promise to her parents and family to love her and care for her now that I have accepted responsibility for her.

* It is a promise to my parents and family to uphold the values they have imparted on me and to carry my family name with honour.

In as such, I expect no less from the girl I would marry.

And I've never been married. Am I deluded, misguided and idealistic?

Jezzuz! I am pathetic.

My friend when I am in need

Hullo blog.... It's been a while!

This has always been my space. My space when I need to voice my thoughts, my expressions and my mind. I've always liked writing. Even if I say it myself, I write well. Sometimes I write to entertain, sometimes I write because I need to organise the mess in my head and sometimes I write because I'm severely pissed off. But I've always written because I needed an outlet for my individuality.

Hello blog.... It has been a while!

I stopped writing sometime back because I felt no need to express myself outwardly anymore. All that was pretty much taken care of in my life. Which has in fact, taken a ridiculously huge leap in direction and hope.

No expectations. Only hope. My dictum for golf is, upon reflection, a guide to life. I must remember that. Not for the fact that life is bad but for the fact that life is unpredictable (in good ways and bad ways) and one must always hang on for the ride. And life is good! But sometimes even the best horses stumble even on little things which largely should be insignificant.

At this point in time, I am severely pissed off. So much so that I can't sleep. I am awake, brain buzzing, although I am quite tired myself. I played futsal earlier. The gods of futsal were paying attention apparently. As a defensive player I hardly score goals. I struggle to score one per game. This night I scored five. Maybe six (via deflection ala Fat Frank). And they were all fucking good goals. The gods of futsal decreed: You Are Going To Be Severely Pissed Off Later.... Here, Have Some Goals On The House. There Must Be Some Balance Here. Speaking of balance.... I cannot.

I have been muzzled.

Shit.

Permit me to just say the following lines. I have always taken responsibility for myself and my actions. I was brought up right (although I once remarked to my mother that I wished I wasn't. Then I could be a total dickweed like everyone else and life wouldn't be so goddamn frustrating). I believe in balance. Misguided as I am, I believe in JUSTICE. Or at least I hope for some justice. I had once believed in TRUTH until I discovered what a fucking whore she turned out to be. The ONE HOPE I can cling on to (no expectations, only hope) is that KARMA comes around and is a real bitch when she needs to be.

I'm quite possibly in the happiest time of my life so far. And here I am. Severely pissed off. When KARMA comes round, I hope her teeth are really, really sharp.

Lies. Betrayal. Insincerity. Deceit. Disloyalty. Cunning. Selfishness. Pride. This collection of turpis nothus can't shouldn't won't get away with everything. When the shit hits the fan, I won't giggle my ass off. Though I should. I will merely nod my head sagely that balance has been restored and that justice has been done.

And it fucking will be. Why should the wronged party have the hardship, the pain and the distress? What irks me further is that dickweeds don't get it. It's all about The Man isn't it? Yes. I've written about this kind of thing before. June 5th, 2007. It's just a different person. Nothing changes does it?

But First....

Yep. I'm back.

But first.... I will be catching up with all your blogs. I've missed so much that it's going to be heavy reading! LOL!

I hope to find good things.

I'm sure I will.

I'm Back....

Hi out there.

I'm back after what feels like a really long time away from my blog. I hadn't even looked at it since. It wasn't a conscious decision to stop writing and as it is, I haven't decided to stop writing either.

My blog is my outlet. It's how I assess, arrange and make sense of what's going on in my head. The past month, I've felt like I've been muzzled. There's a lot that's going on in my head and of course this is because there's a lot that's going on in my life.

I just can't put it here.

But I will however write about the things that I can and maybe one day my blogger friends will find out what has been happening without the fine details which I feel are unnecessary. All you guys will need to know is the big picture thing. Thank you to my friends who were concerned but I assure you that there was nothing to be concerned about. It feels nice that people care.

I'm really happy and everything's all right. Better than all right in fact.

In the time past I've reorganised myself and my priorities and lifestyle have changed. For the better I might add.

I've been planting up the garden. It's starting to look nice and I'm just getting started.

I've been eating very well.

I'm more interested in life and the simple and beautiful things around me.

The better parts of my inner self are being rediscovered and/or encouraged.

There is so much to look forward to everyday.

There's a particular special smile. It's unique. It's not like the other smiles. I see it more and more frequently these days. It radiates pure joy. It makes me really happy to see it.

I'm back.

:)

And don't worry.... I'll be whining and bitching about everything else as per normal!