tickets in and out

If you have ever seen one of MJ's concerts, you would have felt the stage presence he emanated. He may have been a fairy for all anyone could care, but one would agree that he is without a doubt, the greatest entertainer of all time. Have you seen his fans? They looked at him as if he was the answer to all life's problems, and that he was a messiah. Talking about his fans; they were fanatic. Anxiety attacks and tears; the serious ones were carted out on stretchers. No other concert comes close, really.

Talking about solutions to life's problems, it's been a couple hundred years since I've last stepped out of this lil' sunny island. Stepping on different soil, breathing different air. To gain whatever perspective at one's own time and pace. I guess I still need a little reprieve from the hustle that has inevitably characterized our country. My, the pace of life is so fast that, one couldn't even worry at his own time. We couldn't afford the time expense, so to speak.

fundamentally flawed

Maybe it is the way we've been brought up. It's always the race to complete any given thing in the shortest amount of time possible. Not that it's a bad thing, but it turns us into this edgy bunch. Always in need of a caffeine fix, never giving a moment's pause. Personally, I think that there is nothing particularly wrong in taking a year off to pursue one's interest or that tantalizing holiday. But that would always be met with much disdain, interestingly though, from many relatives whom in any case have no business in what you should be doing with your life.

To simplify, the rush to the end of your education is solely due to your burning desire to work for the rest of your life. I wonder if there's anything fundamentally wrong with that. Like many religious people who go through their whole lives without knowing what they are praying for, we can lose our roots at times.

bad mornings and bad dreams

Mornings on the bus are ways life could tell you to piss off. Mongering with the inane morning crowd is something else at times. For instance, the auntie who trodded over countless toes in a bid to get to her seat. It is small wonder why we ain't known as a courteous country. I mean, surely we could do better? We need to know that it is actually alright to take a couple of minutes off to breathe. What is the big deal in being caught up in the great big bloody irate morning express anyway? Let the anger slide.

We have pretty much nothing else to parade(in a cultural sense, and singlish does not count of cause); a look around and you would know that we do borrow heavily from other cultures. The gothic look and slippers, or a french manicure and slippers, or it could be that refreshing japanese look and slippers. Perhaps we could stop being dull and adopt a heightened sense of awareness.

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And you wished it could go away like a really bad dream, I supposed. I wished it could all be dismissed, eradicated, and truncated. All the strong notions I've had about putting it all behind me is dispelled by waking up to the very thing I've been wanting to close a lid on.

I still wake up, remembering you in vivid colours and details.

a wee bit helps

Recently, a colleague of mine was particularly incensed with the service he'd received at a particular stall. Although I do not share his vengeful enthusiasm(I wouldn't wanna elaborate as that is an entirely different case), shoddy service does not cut too well with me. At this point in time, when paying a premium for food is common place, you would have expected prim and proper service to be an integral part of the package. I'm currently working as a curriculum administrator at the front desk, and I would always make it a point to greet at bare minimum. Simply because I know how it sucks so bad to be on the receiving end of bad service at the end of a really long day; a smile or greeting could do wonders.

It's been maybe what, 10 years since we have really opened up. Isn't it a long enough period for businesses to know that they are nothing without their customers? You could go on and on all day about how that inane customer was taking stabs at you without realising that, he was merely executing in reciprocation.

lemonades

I guess it's been a dry patch of late. My motivation's dearly missed; it's probably six feet under in the wake of events. And suddenly, I have too much time thrown at me. It's been said that if life gives you lemons, make lemonades. I would probably never get a fair shot at whatever I've once coveted, so if I could, I'll channel whatever that's left of me into something else.

Someone asked me today if I thought life was fair and I gave a 'no' in a pico second. Not solely because I've been on the receiving end at times. For instance, do you think it's fair you're in an air conditioned room when there are countless living in rural areas? Or that middle aged guy who falls asleep in some corner of a shopping centre, and wakes up only to remember how his wife left him for another man. It never is, and we should perhaps give a moment's pause.

It ain't always fair to me, and I embrace it.