The art of being content
On a regular basis do I remind myself that I already have all the things that I, infact, don’t deserve. There may be one or two elements still in the lacking, but I am lucky and satisfied enough to overlook them. FOR NOW.
Comparatively speaking, I am a person of few worries, I don’t need to worry about food, shelter, or the basic necessities in life.I have a loving family, supportive friends, a steady job, i’d love to believe i have somewhere in me talent that is yet to find a source to be fully utilized… everything looks calm at sea and i often choose to believe so. Guess this is the reason why I never really speak to anyone about my “problems”. I prefer taking on the role as listener and chip in my 2-ounce every once in a while.
I always thought this is the right way to be. I don’t wanna be a bitch and brag about how carefree my life may seem as others share with me the infernals of their youth. I might whin about my job a bit here and there, or joke about staying single all my life. But that’s that. Those are not things that really bug me, and definitely not things that I’d like to annoy other people with. Overtime, I’ve gotten so used to not speaking about my problems that I have infact grown distant to everyone.
Must admit that I have my share of up and downs, that there are things which i am experiencing that bug the hell out of me. But I have become so accustomed to keeping them in that I’ve lost the touch in putting them into words. It’s not like i don’t want to share with anyone, or hear how you would assess my curent situation. But the truth is, I prefer facing problems on my own. I’d like to believe that I am old enough and capable of tackling obstacles without the help of others. Should I really fail, I know when to ask for help.
I don’t know… my thoughts are running all over the place. But anyway, I guess for a while longer shall I keep my feelings enclosed to myself. will work on the sharing bit, but that might tke some time. Before that, please just let me be.
Thank you.
讓賽
don’t hate me when you lose even after i fought with my hands tied to my back…
To Tip or Not to Tip
everywhere we go, my travelmate Wendy and I would somehow engage in the debate on whether to tip or not. I come from a culture where you’re not expected to tip, and might receive a shocked expression plus a genuine thank you when you actually do slip in the extra few bucks. Wendy, on the other hand, comes from a place where tipping is mandatory. You’d get bad service, stare downs, or a few “overly freindly remarks” if you don’t tip enough…
Anyway, so we always debate on whether we should tip or not. It’s weird when you argue over such trivial matters next to a roadside stall in Cambodia, or a shady looking family-run cafeteria in Seoul. But yes, the same debate takes place everywhere we go, and I foresee it resurfacing in Iceland later this summer.
So I came across this little guideline today, and though “hell yeah! Wendy should see this!” A comprehensive summary of tipping cultures around the world. What the people may expect of you, and what you should prepare yourself to get into.
Good stuff. at least i think i’ll have some backing to my arguements next time!
In hindsight
因為工作遇上這樣蠻不講理、心理變態的人是我的個人不幸，絕對沒有理由連累到我父母無辜受辱。
Still amazed as to how all of this drama came into being. Never imagined a piece of local news would ignite any sort of hidden(?) rage within an ex-colleague, resulting in an unexpected series of bashing in the form of a Facebook post (on her own page, with herself commenting to her own post repeatedly…)
Really can’t think of an incident where I have ill treated her, but as the inexplainable crazy being she’s always been, I guess gaining her hatred is far easier than anyone may ever expect. Anyway, so in her “I’m-not-pointing-fingers” kind of way, she made clear that certain habits, practices and family background of mine aren’t onpar with her “high standards of performance”, and that I am spoilt and self centered.
Fine. I don’t really give a damn as to what a lunatic may think of me. And to be frank, she might have a point somewhere, a point that would have been much easier to get across minus the foul language and extreme use of adverbs. Was originally going to overlook another one of her crazy rages again, and just take her comments into consideration, reflection and possibly bring in some improvement where appropriate. Though I did rant and complain a bit, that seriously was my plan. Yet the crazy bitch takes it to a whole new level and starts bad mouthing my parents?! You may hate me or disagree with me for reasons no right minded person may every comprehend, yet you have no right, not in any sense at all, to take it out on my parents.
Such comments resulted in my inability to control my emotions, and made a brief public display of my anger. The thing is, I’m still very angry, but have cooled down enough to realize that I fell right into her trap. I got carried away by her weightless comments, and displayed the exact reactions that the “spoilt and selfish princess”, which she thinks of me, is expected to display. Am regretting that a lot, but will not deny the fact that I am indeed in severe infuriation and annoyance to let this just fade away.
I am wiser than to start a “battle of insult” over Facebook, and am pretty sure I will never stand a chance of winning should I stand against her. So all I could do was give her the honors of being the first person I’ve ever “blocked”. I really can’t control the things that she decides to publicize, nonetheless that chaotic mindset of hers. All I can do is to not come into contact with her craziness, beginning by blocking out any opportunity I may see or hear of her.
In hindsight, this is seriously extremely childish and ridiculous. Though expected of in my workplace which is overly populated with madmen, I just didn’t expect it would come down to insults on my parents. I’m guessing it’s obvious from what I wrote that I’m still in a rage of fury. But seriously. Stop being such a bitch!
PS: come to think about it, I gave her concert tickets as a farewell present… probably the seats weren’t good enough…………………………………………..
PS1… again
People who know me well enough should know that I’ve been drooling over this one bag for the longest time.
Proenza Schouler PS1… seriously… it’s been like 5/6 years since it’s caught my eye. I’ve always been trying to convince myself that i shouldn’t splurge, i could do without, it’s just a passing trend… blah blah blah, but the urge to get one these days has never been stronger!!!
I always though, should i really take the plunge and buy one, it’d be basic black that goes with every possible piece of clothing i have… however, i’m siding a little towards the SS 2011 edition of brown leather, black lining and linen combination as of late.
Should i splurge? i have been wanting one for a REALLY LONG time~~~~~
