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Saturday, April 12, 2008
Il Mare

The title, Il Mare, means 'The Sea' in Italian, and is the name of the seaside house which is the setting of the story. I recently re-watched this movie online again, and it's still one of the best love stories I've seen. Plus the sceneries in the movie is absolutely just perfect. It just gets me thinking if love really does transcends through time and space. Does it?

Oh well...

Anyway, been trying to get the DVD since I can remember, but to no avail, not in SIN anyway. If anyone of you knows where to get it, please do tell aye?

Smoking @ 12:10 AM

Friday, April 11, 2008
Maybe it's time...

Been having really shitty times the past 2 weeks in the office. Coupled with the office bureaucracy and office politics, it just makes the stay in office unbearable. I seen first hand where management ppl back stab each other the moment the other person turns around.

How do I explain it? I guess the best example I can give is... When your colleagues start to tell you, "why not we mass resign?" So right there and then, I knew... I was not the only one feeling choked, there are at least 5 others. The noose the people up there have on us keeps getting tighter and tighter, we have no free reigns, no free play. In a job like ours, it's strangling. We can't get things done, we can't get things moving.

I realised I get easily frustrated at work now... My colleagues are starting to tell me I wear a frown to work every single day. I snap at the slightest mistake, I bark at the slightest error. What is happening to me?

Maybe it's time to move on, greener pastures as they say... but I'll be doing a great dis-service to my boss if I do that. I guess... I'll stay and finish this current project, thus honouring my word.. Mens Honour. I seriously don't know how long I can hold out. Well, if a better offer comes along... We'll see... Until then...

Labels: Life's Rambles...

Smoking @ 5:00 PM

Wednesday, April 09, 2008
Truth be told?

I recently asked a bud of mine, "How? Just tell me the truth? What do you think?". She replied nonchalantly, "Do you really want the truth? Can you handle it? Or do you just wanna hear a lie?". I've known her for about 10 years. And she has never failed to sugar coat my problems and solutions for me, cept this time...

People think they want the truth. But do they really? Did I really want the truth? Or was I just hoping for her to say something I wanted to hear? We give friends advice, solutions, and most of the time, our undivided attention. But, by far, the hardest thing you can give a friend, is the truth. The truth is hard. The truth is awkward and very often the truth hurts.

Maybe I've been addicted to sugar coated advice for too long. And the thing about addictions is, it never really ends well. Cos eventually, whatever that was feeding this high, stops feeling good, starts to hurt. I had expected the usual dose of coatings, but...

The truth is painful. Deep down, nobody wants to hear it, especially when it hits close to home. Sometimes we tell the truth because the truth is all we have to give. Sometimes we tell the truth because we need to say it out loud to hear it for ourselves. And sometimes we tell the truth because we just can't help ourselves. Sometimes, we tell them because we owe them at least that much. And sometimes, we tell the truth because we are friends, and if we don't, who will?

Smoking @ 10:37 AM

Monday, April 07, 2008
Broken by Lifehouse

Tell me if you like it...

Smoking @ 9:15 AM

Saturday, April 05, 2008
Adulthood or?

I met up with a group of my closest friends today for dinner, some of which i knew for more than 15years, some 10. And some, when they had just started going out, and are married now. One of them is even expecting their 2nd child. Awkward tho it was, as the head count at dinner was 10+1, I happend to be the +1.

I got a little envious as the night started, I was the odd one out. As usual, they guys will congregate after each course at the foyer for a smoke. But this time, the topics changed, it was no more about this girl or that girl... but more of, "my son" etc etc, looking at new flats etc, how pampers prices have went up, and milk powder cost $44/can now... At that point in time, I really felt out of place. I was in a different league. I was alone. I was like a kid amongst them. And all of a sudden, the same old male topics came about... We started talking and acting like kids again, just like 10 years ago...

Then they turned the attention towards me, as if on cue, and asked the all impt question... "So what abt you?". I was stumped. And I just shrugged it off...

There comes a point in your life, when you’re officially an adult. Suddenly, you’re old enough to vote, drink and engage in other adult activities. Suddenly, people expect you to be responsible, serious, a grown-up. We get taller, we get older. But do we ever really grow up?

In some ways we grow up, we have families… we get married, divorced… but for the most part we still have the same problems that we did when we were fifteen. No matter how much we grow taller, grow older, we are still forever stumbling… forever wondering, forever… young.

And then I realised, I was no different from them.. It was just the status... Married, single, divorced. We are all still kids inside...

Smoking @ 2:37 AM

Friday, April 04, 2008
The Right Combination - Seiko Matsuda & Donnie Wahlberg

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Been trying to download this song for the longest of time... Thanks to Princess Liliput... I finally got it...

I was only in Secondary 2 then.. LOL.. sure as hell brings back alot of memories...

Smoking @ 12:13 PM

Thursday, April 03, 2008
Dreams

Sometimes I look at my life now and wonder what I'm doing. Is this what I want? Did I ever see myself here 10 years ago? I guess not. I guess along the way, I took a different turn, made a different choice...

Dreams are what makes us look forward in anticipation everyday. It gives us hope, gives us directions, gives us encouragement, gives us life. But how long do we hold on to the dream? At which point do we tell ourselves, enough, it's not gonna happen. And if the dream does come true, does life stop there? Or do we continue to have other dreams?

I never thought, what would the dream be... if I couldn't have my dream... What happens then?

At some point, maybe we accept that the dream has become a nightmare. We tell ourselves the reality is better. We convince ourselves that it's better to never dream at all. But the strongest of us, the most determined of us, we hold onto the dream. Or we find ourselves faced with a fresh dream we never considered. We wake up to find ourselves against all odds, feeling hopeful. And if we're lucky, we realize in the face of everything, in the face of life, the true dream, is being able to dream at all...

Smoking @ 11:38 PM

Forgive & Forget

In life, only one thing is certain, apart from death and taxes. No matter how hard you try, no matter how good your intentions are, you are going to make mistakes. You’re going to hurt people. You’re going to get hurt. And if you ever want to recover… there’s really only one thing you can say... Forgive and Forget.

Forgive and forget. That’s what they say. It’s good advice, but it’s not very practical. When someone hurts us, we want to hurt them back. When someone wrongs us, we want to be right. Without forgiveness, old scores are never settled… and old wounds never heal. And the most we can hope for, is that one day we’ll be lucky enough to forget.

I think that sometimes, we must learn to forgive ourselves for the mistakes made, and only then can we move on to greener pastures. Else there will always be something holding us back, the fear of the unknown, or known... We are afraid to make the same mistakes, fall into the same traps, and walk the same path all over again... Only to end up where we started. Only to tell ourselves why did we ever, ever choose the same path...

We don’t like changes. We fear it. But we can’t stop it from coming. We either adapt to change, or we get left behind. It hurts to grow. Anybody who tells you it doesn’t is lying. But here’s the truth; sometimes the more things change, the more they stay the same. And sometimes… sometimes change is good… sometimes change… is everything. Sometimes, change is the only way out of the fog...

Smoking @ 4:01 PM