Various Photos 3
I'm a lovable, sporty engineer!
Lovable Nerd!
Wednesday, September 28, 2005
Various Photos 2
Scene Of The Crime - Snow Bank Robbery
Illuminated Yet Dim
Hands up all those who noticed the dirty snow!
Someone calling me?
High Prote... fat diet
Various Photos 1
That's quite a blow!
Leafy Vortex
Could I Be Any Further From The Front?
Must Be What My Crotch Sees
Ever So Studious!
Friday, September 23, 2005
Art Of Assumption
No matter how common it is, I still find it annoying when people make assumptions. It’s just not a reasonable thing to complete the story on your own when you only know half the story. When people proceed to then act on their wrong assumptions, things just get worse. You know that popular phrase – “Never Assume! You’ll make an ASS of U and ME!”
However, it is amusing to see people confidently claim they know the whole story and then proceed to use the story to state their opinions, advice or whatever. It’s just always so hard to figure out when to stop then and finally tell them that they’re wrong from the start. I guess that depends on how much you’re willing to embarrass them or annoy them.
I’ve been trying my hand a bit more at drawing. It’s simply not for me. I have no creativity and no skill. I spent roughly an hour sketching and came up with one measly model. “Banana Man” (I think he requested a name change, but I can’t remember it. I wonder if he would like “MF’er” but it’s too close to his real name) told me that I was using the wrong subject to start off with. It required too much detail.
However, with a few tips from “Cheshire Cat” and comments from people around me, I think I came up with something presentable. Certainly, it’ll be a long time before I can move on to making comical images. I probably won’t be drawing that long.
I asked “Cheshire Cat” to sketch a similar model using his style. It’s wicked watching him. He seems to just draw a lot of random lines with his pencil. Then he erases a certain few, emboldens some others and voila… it looks better than what I had. He only took 2 minutes! Oh blimey! Anyhow, take a look for yourself.
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
Memories
It’s interesting how sometimes you don’t see anyone for days on end and when you finally do, you keep bumping into them. They just seem to be there almost every time you turn a corner.
Another not-so-interesting fact is how shirts will always tend to rip even when the collar is opened wide enough for your head to fit through! What’s up with that?
Although living at home has its own feeling of comfort, there’s no academic aura floating around like there is at dorms. Oh yes, it’s there. You have to be sensitive to it. Be able to pick it out of the odour of alcohol and the spark of partying. There’s always someone working and when you see that person working, you’re motivated to work as well, simply because you feel guilty and realise that you could be doing something too.
Another part of not living on the dorms is that you don’t feel like part of the community anymore. You’re isolated. You need to make frequent trips just to remain a member but there just hardly seems to be anyway for you to hold on to your leadership positions.
The worst part about living on your own is that there’s little interaction. At the dorms, I could always go talk to someone and since there were so many students, I could talk to different people whenever I pleased. Living with just one person is fine. However, there’s no variety of character.
I was listening to a trance song today that a friend had recommended back when I was a frosh. Every time that song played on my computer, my roommate would do a funny dance where he’d sort of jerkily push his hands down repeatedly. Things like that always make me smile when I think about them.
About all the pranks I played on the people there and all the fun that we had doing random things, whether it was playing dodge ball in the corridors, riding rogue trolleys around or simply practising different attacking moves on each other and exploring counter-attacks.
There were all the times that floor-friends would be hanging out in my room during first year and we’d be able to come up with the funniest things to talk about. The best part of it was that we always got a lot of work done during those times. We all had similar courses. We worked together, laughed together, helped each other and we had a blast.
There are some songs that are just hilarious to listen to. “O-Zone - Dragostea Din Tei” is one of them. It’s a Romanian song which is funny enough to hear but side-splitting when you watch a parody video of it.
Then there’s a song that’s innately happy. “Men Without Hats – Pop Goes The World”. It kind of makes you want to smile and kind of shake to the music.
Songs like “Rammstein – Du Hast” have awesome guitar riffs in them. The oomph in them seems to empower you.
I don’t really have anything to say. Was just reminiscing and wanted a record of what I was thinking. A few friends from my classes are going away for a Professional Year (or thinking about it). Even though I won’t have too many similar classes with them next year, it’s just a sad thought to think that if they leave, then this is the last year that I’ll be spending with them as students. I’ve got to remember to stay in touch with them.
Oh! I drew something! I can’t draw at all and the fact that I managed to come up with something that can be recognised is a huge feat! I admire the people who can draw. It’s certainly an art worth picking up.
Another not-so-interesting fact is how shirts will always tend to rip even when the collar is opened wide enough for your head to fit through! What’s up with that?
Although living at home has its own feeling of comfort, there’s no academic aura floating around like there is at dorms. Oh yes, it’s there. You have to be sensitive to it. Be able to pick it out of the odour of alcohol and the spark of partying. There’s always someone working and when you see that person working, you’re motivated to work as well, simply because you feel guilty and realise that you could be doing something too.
Another part of not living on the dorms is that you don’t feel like part of the community anymore. You’re isolated. You need to make frequent trips just to remain a member but there just hardly seems to be anyway for you to hold on to your leadership positions.
The worst part about living on your own is that there’s little interaction. At the dorms, I could always go talk to someone and since there were so many students, I could talk to different people whenever I pleased. Living with just one person is fine. However, there’s no variety of character.
I was listening to a trance song today that a friend had recommended back when I was a frosh. Every time that song played on my computer, my roommate would do a funny dance where he’d sort of jerkily push his hands down repeatedly. Things like that always make me smile when I think about them.
About all the pranks I played on the people there and all the fun that we had doing random things, whether it was playing dodge ball in the corridors, riding rogue trolleys around or simply practising different attacking moves on each other and exploring counter-attacks.
There were all the times that floor-friends would be hanging out in my room during first year and we’d be able to come up with the funniest things to talk about. The best part of it was that we always got a lot of work done during those times. We all had similar courses. We worked together, laughed together, helped each other and we had a blast.
There are some songs that are just hilarious to listen to. “O-Zone - Dragostea Din Tei” is one of them. It’s a Romanian song which is funny enough to hear but side-splitting when you watch a parody video of it.
Then there’s a song that’s innately happy. “Men Without Hats – Pop Goes The World”. It kind of makes you want to smile and kind of shake to the music.
Songs like “Rammstein – Du Hast” have awesome guitar riffs in them. The oomph in them seems to empower you.
I don’t really have anything to say. Was just reminiscing and wanted a record of what I was thinking. A few friends from my classes are going away for a Professional Year (or thinking about it). Even though I won’t have too many similar classes with them next year, it’s just a sad thought to think that if they leave, then this is the last year that I’ll be spending with them as students. I’ve got to remember to stay in touch with them.
Oh! I drew something! I can’t draw at all and the fact that I managed to come up with something that can be recognised is a huge feat! I admire the people who can draw. It’s certainly an art worth picking up.
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
Addendum
I think the reason that people find it hard to believe that they are getting married or are married is because they are in shock. Seems quite an obvious statement, doesn’t it?
Sometimes, people build up the idea of marriage so much in their head about all that it means for them that they scare themselves and in some cases, they chicken out.
Then there are other people. They think about all the good things that they believe marriage has to offer them. Once they’re married, they can hardly believe that all the nice things that they’ve wished for and wanted for ages are finally coming true. They just can’t believe that they are finally going to get what they believe will give them so much happiness.
You’ll notice, I often quantify my words or write sentences as if some people are mistaken. Well, that’s because I don’t want to be like many other people and assume. I often talk about what others do and think – I’m fairly sure that I’m correct but I’m aware that there are exceptions. Quite often, I’m one of the exceptions.
Have you ever been in a friendship where you feel like there’s no firm footing? That you could say something and everything would go up in smoke? I guess that makes the other person quite hard to read. Or perhaps I’m just being dense and not taking it as it really is. A simple friendship. Once I realise that, things could sort themselves out. Of course, to leave no room for misunderstandings, a simple and open-hearted talk could clear all confusion.
I was just talking to “Sabbi” and she brought up a statement I made to her this past summer. I told her that I didn’t feel like our friendship was as good as it used to be a few years ago. It could just have been the distance between the two of us. However, I said that the whole reason we were good friends was because we used to share everything together. Every experience I had, she had soon after and vice versa. However, what I told her this summer was that I felt that she had jumped a few paces ahead and that was a barrier between the two of us.
That was quite a childish outlook. I couldn’t have expected her and me to walk the same pace through life forever. It wasn’t going to happen that way. She would have walked the path she was destined to follow and I would have made my own. Her path would have led to what her interests lie in and my path would lead me to a mouldable block of clay. I’d make my life whatever I want it to be.
Things change. I don’t like that. However, I’ve accepted it. I see changes occur but unless I’m a part of the changes, I suddenly feel disoriented. However, as I’ve become so fond of saying – It’s simple! You find your bearings and you go back to making your path.
The concept of finding humour in everything does not sit well with other people sometimes. It might be a big deal and the sight of me laughing is certainly not comforting. I suppose I should exercise discretion on my part. Keep the laughter to myself and a sympathetic face on the outside.
I don’t quite remember if I’ve mentioned it before (even I don’t read my own blogs) but I don’t know why people don’t think I open up. I share whatever I’m asked to share. I’m just not a conversationalist. I don’t know what to say. If someone wants me to share something, they’ll have to ask specifically. What reason would I have to hide it?
I find it amusing about how people still jump to conclusions about me. I suppose it’s partly my fault. Apparently, I don’t open up so they have to complete the stories that they THINK they partially know.
What’s with all the cryptic writing? Why don’t I take names? Well, sometimes I just don’t want people to know who I’m talking about. Either because I have my own reasons or because the person I’m talking about wants to maintain secrecy.
Sometimes, people build up the idea of marriage so much in their head about all that it means for them that they scare themselves and in some cases, they chicken out.
Then there are other people. They think about all the good things that they believe marriage has to offer them. Once they’re married, they can hardly believe that all the nice things that they’ve wished for and wanted for ages are finally coming true. They just can’t believe that they are finally going to get what they believe will give them so much happiness.
You’ll notice, I often quantify my words or write sentences as if some people are mistaken. Well, that’s because I don’t want to be like many other people and assume. I often talk about what others do and think – I’m fairly sure that I’m correct but I’m aware that there are exceptions. Quite often, I’m one of the exceptions.
Have you ever been in a friendship where you feel like there’s no firm footing? That you could say something and everything would go up in smoke? I guess that makes the other person quite hard to read. Or perhaps I’m just being dense and not taking it as it really is. A simple friendship. Once I realise that, things could sort themselves out. Of course, to leave no room for misunderstandings, a simple and open-hearted talk could clear all confusion.
I was just talking to “Sabbi” and she brought up a statement I made to her this past summer. I told her that I didn’t feel like our friendship was as good as it used to be a few years ago. It could just have been the distance between the two of us. However, I said that the whole reason we were good friends was because we used to share everything together. Every experience I had, she had soon after and vice versa. However, what I told her this summer was that I felt that she had jumped a few paces ahead and that was a barrier between the two of us.
That was quite a childish outlook. I couldn’t have expected her and me to walk the same pace through life forever. It wasn’t going to happen that way. She would have walked the path she was destined to follow and I would have made my own. Her path would have led to what her interests lie in and my path would lead me to a mouldable block of clay. I’d make my life whatever I want it to be.
Things change. I don’t like that. However, I’ve accepted it. I see changes occur but unless I’m a part of the changes, I suddenly feel disoriented. However, as I’ve become so fond of saying – It’s simple! You find your bearings and you go back to making your path.
The concept of finding humour in everything does not sit well with other people sometimes. It might be a big deal and the sight of me laughing is certainly not comforting. I suppose I should exercise discretion on my part. Keep the laughter to myself and a sympathetic face on the outside.
I don’t quite remember if I’ve mentioned it before (even I don’t read my own blogs) but I don’t know why people don’t think I open up. I share whatever I’m asked to share. I’m just not a conversationalist. I don’t know what to say. If someone wants me to share something, they’ll have to ask specifically. What reason would I have to hide it?
I find it amusing about how people still jump to conclusions about me. I suppose it’s partly my fault. Apparently, I don’t open up so they have to complete the stories that they THINK they partially know.
What’s with all the cryptic writing? Why don’t I take names? Well, sometimes I just don’t want people to know who I’m talking about. Either because I have my own reasons or because the person I’m talking about wants to maintain secrecy.
Sunday, September 18, 2005
Love & Hate
Well, I think I’ll talk about it now. I just want some people to realise that talking about love doesn’t necessarily mean that I am in love. Maybe I am and maybe I’m not. Don’t bother asking me.
One of my group projects this semester is designing a website and while we were choosing a topic, we realised that we couldn’t really define a term that is entirely subjective depending on who is thinking about it. It’s the same way for love. I’m going to talk about it from a guy’s point of view since it’ll make it easier for me to write without having to keep going him/her etc.
By the way, there’s a certain someone who I hope is reading this and might perhaps change his/her mind.
Unconditionally loving someone makes you want that person to be by your side at all times. Of course, some people will argue that eventually you’ll want your space but when you really think about how much you love that person, you’ll realise that you still want that person to be with you. It doesn’t matter what you’re doing. You’d just like to have that person with you and sharing in what you’re doing. Whether it’s shopping, doing the dishes, cleaning up the house, watching a movie or even sitting on a sofa, I don’t think there could be anything better than having your loved one right there in your arms or working alongside you.
When you’re without the one you love, you just can’t help feel lonely. You want that person to come back and you want to cuddle up in each others’ arms. It can’t be anyone else. You can’t replace your loved one. You love your partner and your partner loves you. That alone gives you two the right to be together.
Then again, when you two finally meet, it’s one of the happiest moments that you’d be able to think of. To finally be able to walk up to her and give a big gigantic hug that you’ve been dying to give her and feel all your desires and wants leaving you because you finally have her with you and feel complete one more time. Once again, you can sit with your arm around her, hold her hand or run your fingers through your hair.
Seeing couples together is not a weird sight for me. However, for a year or two now, I’ve looked at them and wondered just how happy they are together and how much fun they are having. It’s something that makes me think that I too should have that. Just because of how much enjoyment it brings to their lives.
Then there are the sides of me that know that I would not be the best boyfriend. I’m running on the assumption that my parents are truly as open to their sons having relationships as they told us they are. I don’t think I’d open up enough to make her think that she’s sharing my life with me. I know that at times, I’ll be too cold or rude and will end up hurting her. Yet, I have hope. That when I love someone so much, changes will come about automatically and I’ll be a better person. Still, this change should have come around already since I have my family to change for.
I took a survey once which said that I show friendship, love and trust through actions. I guess that’s why it means so much to me that I be with my loved one at all times. I want to be able to sit so close to her that with each breath, her neck tingles, she gets a shiver down her spine and her hair gently blows around. That is, until one or the other limb goes numb and I have to get up and get the circulation going again. I want to be able to do that and hope that even though I won’t always be able to say it, my actions would prove that I love her so much that if she ever disappeared even for a short time (like to go to work), I’d feel that a large part of me had left.
All this sounds like I’m lovesick. I’m well aware that things won’t turn out the way that I mentioned them. Both of us would be busy and would not have time to just sit around next to each other everyday. Eventually, we’d tire of just sitting in silence beside each other and being wrapped up in our own thoughts. That’s where the television comes in. Grr!
This is for the person I mentioned at the start:
It means a lot to have someone love you unconditionally and be there for you at all times whether you ask for help or not. Just having their company and care will make you realise that you’re loved so much and it’s all that you would ever need.
It’s easy to say that you don’t want to get married just because it’s expected of you. It’s also easy to say that you don’t need to get married because you don’t feel like you need anyone or that there’s just nothing about the other gender that appeals to you. You have a really biased view and it might be justified but I’d say that you should open up your mind and realise that there are so many different people who are proof that not all members of the gender are hopeless.
You do know people who are great. They are/were good friends of yours and you always used to tell me that they were just amazing. I really doubt that there are more amazing people out there who you could fall in love with.
I don’t quite know what to say. I don’t know how you made your decision or what your reasons are for it. Nor do I know whether you could be convinced to change your mind.
The biggest reason that I would be against marriage is because it’s expected. It’s what everyone does and just because of that, I wouldn’t want to do it. I’m not saying that’s your reason.
That’s how I always am. I don’t like doing what others naturally expect of me and I don’t like doing what everyone loves to do. Except, I’m not stupid. No matter how much I talk about resisting the general opinion and standing up against society, I know that
A) You don’t do that when there’s nothing to be gained from it and when it’s for your own benefit. In this case, you’d be missing out on a great experience and a wonderful addition to your life. It would truly enrich and help improve your life. Of course, if you’re willing to compromise.
B) You don’t argue points that have no value or reason. You just end up alienating yourself from everyone.
I don’t want to follow the path everyone does because I believe that it’s crippling. I’ve said it often, “The day you stop yourself from doing something because of society’s expectations is the day you stop living your own life.”
If I really wish to change the world for the better, I can’t turn everyone against me. It’s a matter of compromise. I have to show that I’m no different from them except I have a dream for a better future that I’m actually willing to work hard for.
I guess I’m drifting from my topic of love. I’m on to hate now.
I hate how people are scared to do things because they don’t want society to react badly. I hate how our own people don’t respect our country because it’s not the best in the world. However, people always find it easier to complain than to compliment. Given the choice, I doubt any of these people would prefer to have been raised in these “great countries”.
Simply because there are so many people who’d prefer to make easy money (clean or dirty) in our country, most of the hard-working people have decided that there’s no point of even trying and instead, leave for better opportunities. I just wish they’d realise that perhaps they should stop being selfish and thinking about themselves. How about doing what the ancestors of these “great countries” did? Stay and work hard. Work with the other smart people. Make a difference and improve the situation.
I don’t live in fear of my roots. I proudly tell people where I’m from. Except, I’m cautioned all the time that being too proud is just likely to bring me trouble. On one hand, I don’t want to just believe everything I’m told because I’m know all too well that most of the time, things aren’t always as people say they are. On the other hand, I don’t want to end up incapacitated simply because I talked big.
On the first hand, it’s the only way to make changes. You stand up tall and you make big moves. Things set in concrete cannot be changed by simply pecking away at them. You need to give it a mighty blow to set it asunder.
I guess the best way would be to start off quietly and work your way up. In to a place where people look up to you and know that you wisely speak the undiluted truth. It’s no secret. That’s how things work. To change the system, you need to understand the system.
For now, I’m young and happy. I can focus on what I need to do – Give myself the tools to get to that revered place.
But to my friend, I wish to ask you. Please think about your decision. Explain to me how you made your decision. Just to set my mind at rest.
One of my group projects this semester is designing a website and while we were choosing a topic, we realised that we couldn’t really define a term that is entirely subjective depending on who is thinking about it. It’s the same way for love. I’m going to talk about it from a guy’s point of view since it’ll make it easier for me to write without having to keep going him/her etc.
By the way, there’s a certain someone who I hope is reading this and might perhaps change his/her mind.
Unconditionally loving someone makes you want that person to be by your side at all times. Of course, some people will argue that eventually you’ll want your space but when you really think about how much you love that person, you’ll realise that you still want that person to be with you. It doesn’t matter what you’re doing. You’d just like to have that person with you and sharing in what you’re doing. Whether it’s shopping, doing the dishes, cleaning up the house, watching a movie or even sitting on a sofa, I don’t think there could be anything better than having your loved one right there in your arms or working alongside you.
When you’re without the one you love, you just can’t help feel lonely. You want that person to come back and you want to cuddle up in each others’ arms. It can’t be anyone else. You can’t replace your loved one. You love your partner and your partner loves you. That alone gives you two the right to be together.
Then again, when you two finally meet, it’s one of the happiest moments that you’d be able to think of. To finally be able to walk up to her and give a big gigantic hug that you’ve been dying to give her and feel all your desires and wants leaving you because you finally have her with you and feel complete one more time. Once again, you can sit with your arm around her, hold her hand or run your fingers through your hair.
Seeing couples together is not a weird sight for me. However, for a year or two now, I’ve looked at them and wondered just how happy they are together and how much fun they are having. It’s something that makes me think that I too should have that. Just because of how much enjoyment it brings to their lives.
Then there are the sides of me that know that I would not be the best boyfriend. I’m running on the assumption that my parents are truly as open to their sons having relationships as they told us they are. I don’t think I’d open up enough to make her think that she’s sharing my life with me. I know that at times, I’ll be too cold or rude and will end up hurting her. Yet, I have hope. That when I love someone so much, changes will come about automatically and I’ll be a better person. Still, this change should have come around already since I have my family to change for.
I took a survey once which said that I show friendship, love and trust through actions. I guess that’s why it means so much to me that I be with my loved one at all times. I want to be able to sit so close to her that with each breath, her neck tingles, she gets a shiver down her spine and her hair gently blows around. That is, until one or the other limb goes numb and I have to get up and get the circulation going again. I want to be able to do that and hope that even though I won’t always be able to say it, my actions would prove that I love her so much that if she ever disappeared even for a short time (like to go to work), I’d feel that a large part of me had left.
All this sounds like I’m lovesick. I’m well aware that things won’t turn out the way that I mentioned them. Both of us would be busy and would not have time to just sit around next to each other everyday. Eventually, we’d tire of just sitting in silence beside each other and being wrapped up in our own thoughts. That’s where the television comes in. Grr!
This is for the person I mentioned at the start:
It means a lot to have someone love you unconditionally and be there for you at all times whether you ask for help or not. Just having their company and care will make you realise that you’re loved so much and it’s all that you would ever need.
It’s easy to say that you don’t want to get married just because it’s expected of you. It’s also easy to say that you don’t need to get married because you don’t feel like you need anyone or that there’s just nothing about the other gender that appeals to you. You have a really biased view and it might be justified but I’d say that you should open up your mind and realise that there are so many different people who are proof that not all members of the gender are hopeless.
You do know people who are great. They are/were good friends of yours and you always used to tell me that they were just amazing. I really doubt that there are more amazing people out there who you could fall in love with.
I don’t quite know what to say. I don’t know how you made your decision or what your reasons are for it. Nor do I know whether you could be convinced to change your mind.
The biggest reason that I would be against marriage is because it’s expected. It’s what everyone does and just because of that, I wouldn’t want to do it. I’m not saying that’s your reason.
That’s how I always am. I don’t like doing what others naturally expect of me and I don’t like doing what everyone loves to do. Except, I’m not stupid. No matter how much I talk about resisting the general opinion and standing up against society, I know that
A) You don’t do that when there’s nothing to be gained from it and when it’s for your own benefit. In this case, you’d be missing out on a great experience and a wonderful addition to your life. It would truly enrich and help improve your life. Of course, if you’re willing to compromise.
B) You don’t argue points that have no value or reason. You just end up alienating yourself from everyone.
I don’t want to follow the path everyone does because I believe that it’s crippling. I’ve said it often, “The day you stop yourself from doing something because of society’s expectations is the day you stop living your own life.”
If I really wish to change the world for the better, I can’t turn everyone against me. It’s a matter of compromise. I have to show that I’m no different from them except I have a dream for a better future that I’m actually willing to work hard for.
I guess I’m drifting from my topic of love. I’m on to hate now.
I hate how people are scared to do things because they don’t want society to react badly. I hate how our own people don’t respect our country because it’s not the best in the world. However, people always find it easier to complain than to compliment. Given the choice, I doubt any of these people would prefer to have been raised in these “great countries”.
Simply because there are so many people who’d prefer to make easy money (clean or dirty) in our country, most of the hard-working people have decided that there’s no point of even trying and instead, leave for better opportunities. I just wish they’d realise that perhaps they should stop being selfish and thinking about themselves. How about doing what the ancestors of these “great countries” did? Stay and work hard. Work with the other smart people. Make a difference and improve the situation.
I don’t live in fear of my roots. I proudly tell people where I’m from. Except, I’m cautioned all the time that being too proud is just likely to bring me trouble. On one hand, I don’t want to just believe everything I’m told because I’m know all too well that most of the time, things aren’t always as people say they are. On the other hand, I don’t want to end up incapacitated simply because I talked big.
On the first hand, it’s the only way to make changes. You stand up tall and you make big moves. Things set in concrete cannot be changed by simply pecking away at them. You need to give it a mighty blow to set it asunder.
I guess the best way would be to start off quietly and work your way up. In to a place where people look up to you and know that you wisely speak the undiluted truth. It’s no secret. That’s how things work. To change the system, you need to understand the system.
For now, I’m young and happy. I can focus on what I need to do – Give myself the tools to get to that revered place.
But to my friend, I wish to ask you. Please think about your decision. Explain to me how you made your decision. Just to set my mind at rest.
Monday, September 12, 2005
August's Rambling
It’s certainly been an interesting month so far. Haven’t quite been my usual self. Instead, I took a turn for the worse and I guess friendships suffered because of that. However, things have picked up since then and things are working out fine for now.
An old friend found me on MSN and although there’s a gap between us, I’m enjoying the conversations. I can’t quite place my finger on what’s different but it’s a refreshing change and I welcome that. After all, monotony is never any fun.
My computer’s been giving me problems. Enough to earn me a spot on “Bundar’s” blog. However, I’m not going to worry about it at the moment. Just use it like normal and give it another go after a while.
It’s been interesting. I think my conversations with “Bundar” had slowly dwindled over the years but with the addition of “Sanni” to the picture, they’ve started up again. Of course, there seem to be some unresolved issues that I’m waiting for “Bundar” to bring up. He’s taking his time. I guess I must’ve forgotten to teach him how to speak up during his training sessions.
I went to an amusement park the other day. Had an awesome time mainly because of “Fartsie”. He really made the day memorable for a while. We didn’t take too many photos though so that’s a bummer.
I got to see “Artsie” and “Midas” together again and that’s always great. They might not understand but for me it’s a big deal just because I really cherish friendships that last and the fact that I can say I’ve known them for 13 years is something I’m proud of. It’s not often you know people as great as these two and just because of the fact that I’ve known them for so long, they’ll always be in my “Best Friends” category. So even if people think that my friendship with them isn’t THAT close, I don’t care because these two are special to me and the fact that they’re together makes it even better.
Normally, when someone goes on a sugar-high, they are hyper and energetic for a while which is followed by tiredness. I sort of had a similar experience earlier in the month. Small issues just nagged at me and I got irritated - which as many people can tell you, is not hard – and I just felt that I wanted to take some time out and stay to myself. Of course, that’s not that easy when you have so many people you need to talk to. So, a few people ended up getting the short straw and I guess I hurt them.
Still, I’m fine now and I suppose part of the duty of being a friend is accepting others for who they are and what their flaws are. It also means that you should admit when you’re wrong and make amends.
I don’t know about everyone, but I for one hate leaving issues unresolved. If I know there’s something that I could help out with, I’d want to go out and do that. Even if that issue rose 2 years ago and has pretty much faded.
You know, I don’t say it often enough to them but my parents have always been great. They might often think that I think that they are against me and in retaliation, I argue a lot with them. That could be true but when it boils down to it, I know that they’ve never done anything to hold me back or anything that was not in my best interest. I think there’s hardly been anyone that I’ve talked to who I haven’t told about my parents and how they raised us and how I think the rules they set down for us were the best ones. I even told a lot of my aunts that if the time ever comes that I’ll be raising children, I’ll be using several of the same rules that my parents enforced on us.
It just always felt like they were trying to let us do everything we wanted while letting us know what our cultural values were and where they expected us to draw the line. Everything else was left up to us. I don’t think there could be anything better than that. Extended freedom bounded by sensible rules.
When it comes down to it, I don’t think my parents made any sort of mistake while raising us. They did everything they were expected to do and from our side, we tried to respect and fulfil their expectations. There have been times where we strayed but that’s part of life.
Something that has been nagging me for a while is the fact that more than enough people have criticised my personality. I’m too stubborn and aggressive to everyone whether they are friends or family. What surprised me was that this complaint had stuck around after last year. I thought I had really improved as a person over the past year and that it would show up clearly. In Pakistan, I had a great time and I think I was a really enjoyable person to talk to. Not that I asked the people I was talking with, but I got that impression. Then at the end of it all, I’m told that yet again, I’m just not a pleasant sort of person.
Makes me think whether it’s just towards certain people or whether I’m like that to everyone.
The biggest complaint about my personality is that I’m too blunt. On one hand, some people like that but for the better half, people want me to not speak my mind and if I have to, then sugar-coat my words. That sounds like a horribly reasonable idea. The whole point of softening my words would be so that other people don’t get hurt and resent my words.
I guess that’s a good idea. Be considerate of others which I know I am in many ways. However, when it comes to saying something, I just feel that saying that an apple is an apple is the best way of describing it. Doesn’t leave any room for misunderstandings.
An interesting question that I was asked was whether I had any friends who were close enough to me to tell me that they thought that what I was doing was wrong or tell me that my personality was no good. I thought about it and I said I did have at least one. Turns out, I don’t. Well, unless I go ask that person first. Then again, how often do people go and ask to be criticised? I do have another friend who calls me on anything she believes I’m doing wrong but I don’t get to talk to her too often. That’s always a pity. Too bad I can’t call her every now and then.
I don’t know what I have against opening up. I guess I just don’t see where I’m not doing it. As in, I hardly ever feel like I’m not telling someone the whole story. So what else is there that they want to know that I forgot to mention?
I was asked twice how I was. The first time, I gave the usual answer, “I’m fine”. Second time around, I could tell the person wanted a longer answer. No duh?
Everyone wants to know?
I’m doing great. I really like how I’m living out my life at the moment and even though I have a few regrets that I would love to change, they are in the past and that’s that. I feel like everything I want, I have with me. Why else would I never ask for something from my parents? I like being able to do what I want and more than going out and getting things I may slightly want to have, I like the knowledge that I could buy what I want just like that.
Except for that mood swing, I’m happy most of the time and I can find the humour in almost every thing which is great because it keeps me laughing and that’s what I love the most. I love to laugh. I love to make others laugh. It’s my favourite thing. Whenever I talk to someone, I want to say the right things to make both of us laugh.
That’s where my classes come in. I think this could be an interesting semester. Perhaps one of my courses leaves much to be desired and there’s another that looks like it’ll be quite demanding but when it boils down to it. I like 80% of the professors. They are all fun and they are open to me raising my hand and making a wise-crack.
Nothing more pleasing than hearing the whole class laugh at what I said. Like today - My professor was putting up pictures of bad workplaces. Up comes a picture of a Chinese soldier sitting on a small stool and holding up a bi-pod pole at the top of which was a target. Apparently, it’s the shooting range for trainees. My instructor asks, “What’s wrong with this picture?” My hand shoots up! “The stool is too small. The soldier can’t sit down properly. Bad for his body”. Class guffaws, professor laughs heartily. I feel glad inside because I got what I wanted - Laughs. Comedian by nature. I’ll see if I can find that picture and put it up.
That’s pretty much all for now. I haven’t really written this whole-heartedly but felt that I should put one up. After all, I don’t want it to seem like my last thought was in August.
For my next piece, I want to talk about love. And no, don’t start jumping to conclusions. Certain friends of mine seem to believe they can get by without it. I just want to give them an idea of what they’d be missing out on. Not all guys are jerks and not all girls are annoying. Give them a chance.
