Another trip

I like what Cainer had to say for me today (which I quote in full):

Fairy stories have a lot to answer for. They lead us to believe, at an impressionable age, that dreams can come true with the wave of a magic wand. Later in life, our expectations swing to the opposite extreme. We figure that dreams just don?t ever come true and we had better wise up to that fact. Yet actually, they do. It?s just that first, we have to put in an awful lot of work. Sometimes, too, we have to go through experiences that we might far prefer to avoid. You have nearly paid your price. Your reward is on the way.

Yippee! We could always do with some of that good loving and living.

  

jikon needs to rant. again.

I think I’m regressing again.

Why do men think they can abdicate all responsibility and act like little boys? Why do they think they can always act with impunity? Do men lose control of all their faculties the moment they discover their dicks? Are they really so prone to misgivings that they forget social norms, rules and good manners? Is there a reason why they complain all the time about making allowances for women, gays, minorities etc. but forget that a lot of us tolerate their misguided ways but suffer in silence?

Oh… yes… forgive me, I forget. They are also insensitive on top of being deaf and dumb.

  

Why do men do such stupid things?

What possesses a man wait for one hour at an LRT station until I’ve finished watching a television programme before calling me to pick him up to go home? Why does a man not think about taking a taxi that costs no more than MYR4 to go home instead of waiting for one hour at an LRT station? If money was an issue why does a man not think about jumping into a bus several of which would have gone by in that one hour he waited at the LRT station? Why does a man not think twice about the physical danger that’s he’s exposing to himself waiting for one hour at a suburban LRT station at night?

Are all men born stupid? Or are they just idiots?

Or do they all stop to think with their brains after they are in a long term, and what they presume is a stable, relationship?

  

I’ve survived the week

If you’ve come looking for insightful views or an entertaining read, you’ve come to the wrong place today. It’s just about all I can do trying to keep up with life this last week.

The tarot cards, and to some extent Cainer, have been right about life beginning “anew” towards the end of August. Not only has Andrew been nicer to me lately, but the work load has picked up, which in my case is a good thing.

This week has been particularly busy. On the work front, the week has been manic what with a major visit looming up, and two smaller ones which I have to organise on the side. I can’t believe I actually made it through the week, and survived. I’ve had to juggle several, nay many, things all at once because aside from all the pressing demands at work I was also asked to speak at another Promuda Career Roadshow - this time at University Putra Malaysia (more on this in another post). This meant preparation and handing in an advance set of notes for my very vague notion of a speech which I eventually decided to change at the very last minute. In between all this, I was working on another personal “distraction from confronting life” project - this somehow commanded more attention and dedication than it warranted and is now more or less on even keel!

I haven’t really been reading the blogs either, at least not at the rate I used to before this week. My sincerest apologies to my fellow bloggers for missing out on large chunks of your life, particularly to those who despite my appaling disregard for their blogs have nevertheless continued to come visiting mine - I’m ever so honoured!

Aside from the blog, I also found myself in the peculiar situation of not following the news in the last couple of days, peculiar because I’m largely paid to do so. However, this was actually quite welcome - the news after all is largely dominated by negativities and the absence of my daily dose actually made me feel a little, if not a lot, better! I most certainly do not miss the arcane parochial discourse of Malaysian politics.

Alas, life returns to “normal” next week, albeit with a higher level of workload. Fortunately, things continue to look up. A lot of us have had a particularly bad month of August. That is about to change, though not before going through another rough patch for some of us - see Cainer if you’re really keen. I’m only glad I’m an Arian since I will soon have “nothing more than wonderful, much-deserved progress”.

Yippee!

  

a beaten and battered man

Today, I saw the face of a beaten and battered man, whose eyes were profound wells of sadness, overflowing with despair. A man whose heart has been wrenched from his chest and whose ideals are shattered on shards of broken glass.

I gazed upon this man and felt his hopelessness, his sense of defeat right at the gates of victory. There before me was a man who no longer felt like one. His energy sapped. His faith thrashed asunder.

There, while he sat, I felt only like wrapping my arms around him, giving him a big hug and making his world well again.