Saturday, December 31, 2011

Not of this world (maybe) ...


I have been told by a certain individual that I am the "New Breed" of what is categorized as "Good Husbandry" of our current timeline.
Why was such a statement uttered, you asked?
Simply because I was doing chores at home while my wife unit was gallivanting around town with her girlfriends having a good time.
Personally I don't see the issue, but it seems that it was something of a weird occurrence equivalent to "UFO Sightings". Both of which are not possible yet clobbered with such overwhelming undeniable evidence that it cannot be ignored  by the mere brush of hands.

I would say that I am doing something that my wife would do for me if I ever so wanted to go running around with my friends shopping. It just so happens that I have no such need, thus she does not need to invest in such activity for me. I do however have a tendency to spend a lot of time working in front of my computer and she graciously allows me to do so without giving me too much grief over the matter.

So there, it is a fair exchange of time and money.
I make the cash.
She spends them.
To be fair, she spends her money and mine so she is not bias in that area.
And I am all good for it.
I am not a spender.
I enjoy working, the money is a secondary outcome of the event, so it is not a problem when my wife helps me utilize it for our benefits.

I know the post sounds like I am speaking in a reveres reference manner.
But the truth is, I really don't mind it.
When one is in a relationship, we do things that allows our partners to achieve the highest possible score in happiness experience gauge.  It is our duty and pleasure to see them laugh and smile. Why should it be a problem at all?

I can guess of course on why most people are not happy with that particular formula.
What might that be?
It is simple.
People are rather selfish when happiness is in play.
They want to be the one happiest.
Actually some might even go to the extend to be the ONLY ONE happy.
And that my friends is where I am at a cross roads with them.

Oh, I agree that we must do the things that we are happy of.
Why would anyone do anything that makes them unhappy.
It is just insane to not be so or that your brain is saddled with too much of prescriptive drugs.
I do the things I do because it makes me happy.
I just have a different definition on how to achieve the said happiness.

I get a kick whenever I see my love ones smile.
A giggle in the morning will make my entire day seem bright.
A good laugh from the belly gives me a tingle on every possible synapse in my body.
A sincere "I love you" will basically sign my life over to whomever that utters it.
I thrive on the happiness that I draped over the people around me.

But wait.
Doesn't that mean that I am basing my entire life on what other people think?
Doesn't that give them power over me?
The answer?
No. It only seems to be so but it is not.
I am still my own master.
My soul is still mine.
The things that I am looking for in life is true happiness which I can bring from my actions.
If I am unable to make another smile, it merely means that I have more to do in order to achieve it.
Am I unhappy?
Nope. On the contrary, I am in essence more excited because there is a challenge at hand.
To be able to bring that smile to light is a goal in my life.

That is the part which I keep telling my wife and explaining to her why I love her so.
Because making her smile is more than just her exercising some facial muscles.
It is the corner stone to something bigger.
It creates the sense of fulfillment that washes away everything that is the ickiness that tries to tarnish the sensibility of the living.

Another day, another smile.
Another tick in the box until the end days.
What better life can one ask for.

Friday, December 30, 2011

The day before the day before the new year ...

Its time again for the reflection of the year.
In summary I would like to say that the year has been rather amusing and intoxicating.
I had some new toys.
I made a few friends.
Got me some new insights.
Let go of some weights.

In reality, I actually feel that I had actually lived through an entire year instead of the usual feeling of "where did the time fly?"
Which is why I am rather sad that the year is gone.

The thing that got me thinking was of course the prediction of 2012.
Don't laugh, well not too loud anyway.
Throughout the whole year, one of my most common phrase was "If 2012 was the end of it all, why should I waste my time on these trivial things?" or "If its all going to end soon, I don't want to end it with regrets."
These notions brought about a certain change in me that was so subtle, I almost missed it all together.

I took a lot less crap, I gave a lot less crap as well.
It was all just not worth the effort, I had more important things to do in my life than fret over these irrelevant people and thoughts.

I was given a second chance to live.
And I took it all without hesitation..
Life is just too short to waste it on the things that refrains it from shinning it brightest.

So people, here is me.
We have shared something together.
We have shared our life.
Thank you.

See you soon.

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Boogie man...


The things that I see while leaving the office is bizarre.

I got flashed a few weeks back.

Today I get to see a man shitting in front of the restaurant aptly named "the library".

Of course we can safely say the said individual is not of the sane category, so no mystery there.

But the question begs to be asked is why this particular area?

Does the city attract more crazies than other places?

Is it really that popular?

Or maybe something more illusive?

A few more days and it will be a new year.

Hopefully a new beginning to a manageable path.

Sunday, December 25, 2011

Christmas mornings...


It's not just holiday, people.

It's the season when being good is a bit more about the best that we are then just being nice.

Sitting in church now posting is the first for me. For you twitter fans that might not be something new.

Anyway, merry Christmas friends and all.

May the seasons bring you happiness and laughter.

PS. If 2012 IS the end of days then let this last Christmas be the best of them all.

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

When you think you know ...

To all Joss Whedon fans ...
I will have some words for you ...

"The Cabin in the Woods"

Good hunting.

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Confuse?

No matter where you go, there you are.
I am not for the obvious. But that statement actually makes more sense to me than it would have been a year ago.

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Bizarre...


Something strange just happened to me ten minutes ago.

A woman just flashed her naked breast at me.

Yes, in all their natural wonder.

And in Malaysia.

While traveling to the LRT station.

You can tell that I am lost for words.

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

It's not what you think ...


Is stupidiest a word?

I would think that most stupid is how we should word it. But I just read it from a famous blog side that very word.

Children today learn heavily from the world wide web. It's their staple diet for the written word. Yet it is so full of holes, it's not even funny anymore.

Should we be worried?

Does this mean the end of our civilization?

Armageddon was predicted with less reasons, I suppose.

Who am I to berate on the how the English language should be handled. It's not even my mother tounge. Let the whites handle the fallout.

Bit by bit that is how things fall.

Seldom do the masses notice the tiny bits that corrode away in the name of convenience and laziness.

Like all things man, we eventually forget or ignore it and it becomes the truth.

I should really stop.

Whatever will be, will be.

Right?

Right.


Monday, December 12, 2011

Opening move ...


We seldom think about the rationale for our actions. It comes for like a milisecond and then it's gone. We don't consciously decide why we do it, only that it 'feels' right.

But there is always a reason for all our behavior.

In the world of police investigation it is known as the motive operandy.

My sister and I are huge fans of investigative stories. From Sherlock Holmes to the famous fives, we suck it all up. It speaks volumes about why we do what we do today.

I am a solution analysis and my sister is an auditor. We break things down and understand them. It's what we do.

You can say it's almost like a skylar complex. Just without the murder and psychological madness. The urge to find an answer to almost everything we see and touch is strong.

Understanding and knowing makes us feel complete. Or being a busybody is just our natural state of being.

Maybe both?

Until tomorrow.


Sunday, December 11, 2011

Quick fingers ...


The thing that we often forget is that we were all young.

Young and foolish.

But that's not a crime (yet).
It's not healthy in a long run but essential for anyone trying to grow into adulthood.

Point of matter is we all should let ourselves LET our hair loose sometimes. Mistakes are what we need to remind ourselves of that we still have tons of things that we don't know about.

Trying something new here.
This is me typing with my eyes close.
Assuming that my fingers are now touching all the right characters and I am actually making sense of all the things that I am talking about.

Why am I doing this?

Well...

I think it's because I am trying to clear my head again of all the rubbish that I am currently keeping within my immediate memory banks.
And it seems like something cool to try out as well.

There are plenty of mistyped words but it seems to be on words that I don't know the proper spellings for, instead of typo's on words that I don't know about.

... Interesting.

So long story short (not that my stories are ever long these days) I am starting to post on a more regular basis, now with my special ability to put things up to the cyber world on a moment's notice via my handy android app. Even short postings are better than none, as I am strong believer on incremental development, or in my case incremental improvement of my mental health. Insanity can sometimes be a real pain.

Till we talk again.

Saturday, December 10, 2011

The hand ...




What do you see?

A hand?

I see... my life.

PS: I found chavez again ... by sheer luck.

Monday, December 05, 2011

Waltzing Matilda...


One foot after the other.

That's what I am trying to do now.

Nothing fancy.

Constant vigilance.

Ensure that I don't waver from my course.

Simple instructions.

But hard to execute in my current condition.

Breath.

Walk.

Do.

Repeat.

Saturday, December 03, 2011

Another insight ...


Just reread my post yesterday and found a tonne of spelling mistakes and grammer issues. My english teacher will be rolling in her grave if she saw this!

Why has that happened?

Has my command of the English language fallen to that level of disrepair?

Am I loosing my ability to form cohesive sentences?

Well here is my theory.

I use the autocompletion mechanism too much. It's like my brain relies heavily on the dictionary to spell words and I just type willy nilly of what I presume to be right, ignoring what is probably signs of my brain being too lazy to engage on meaningful task.

I complain that I had nothing to do yesterday. Indicating that I felt bored and idle for too long a period. But from the evidence that I have been seeing so far that's not exactly true.

I believe that I am not focusing enough of myself into the things that I am doing.

In simple terms I am not committed.

And I want to be.

That's the only way I know how to get things done and done properly.

I just have to keep reminding myself of the important things and committing all of me into them.

For now, that is my meaning of life. The necter of my soul.


Friday, December 02, 2011

Twiddle dee ... twiddle dum ...


What do we do when we have nothing go do?

Well the simple answer is to find something TO DO.

Feeling weird?

Thinking that I am trying to be funny with your brain?

Take this then, I am not trying to do anything of such.

I AM MESSING WITH YOUR BRAIN.

Every time I blog, I messing with your brain.

When I sneeze I am messing with your brain.

Being alive is all about messing with our brain.

So stop being such a paranoid.

Anyway this is me talking about me.

Not you.

Not her.

Me.

Simplicity at it's finest.

Is it boredom?

Nope.

Is it a midlife crisis?

Nope.

It's just the machine in me trying to find less idle time in it's system queue processes. I don't do idle well. Bad things happen when I am fiddling with my fingers.

Thus is this strange post formed. My mind requires distractions. Something to occupy the synapse.

Time to get a tablet perhaps? Or not?

Time and my wife will decided on that.

Let us see then.

What the future has installed for this ghost shell of mine.