they made me laugh for a bit there

they are quite unique in their own ways. they can be carefree, they can be persistent. one for sure, they sure are playful.

as i was watching them today, a bunch of children we running here and there. my god, some are shouting at the top of their volume. i was cringing inside, my ears hurt. oh well. at times, letting children be children is the best you can do for them. after all, their minds just have one thing. how to have fun.

and the simplicity of their pleasure even amuses me more. all but for one bucket of ice water. five of them surrounding the bucket of water, slowly dipping their hands. the coldness must have given them the never-ventured experience. one was like "oooo" the other, "aaaaa" and the next "just giggling". i think they felt lucky today because i believe any other day, they will not be allowed for splashing water. but today happens to be a small gathering where everyone prays. hence, the subtle leniency must have given them the upmost joy. i was smiling there, watching them. so simple, a bucket of ice water is only what it takes to be happy.

i wonder why adults have gotten so complicated. maybe, we have gone through the experience before. after a while, left two little boys dipping their hands in the icy cold water. an idea came. i flicked on the surface of the water and it went splashing into their eyes, hoping they would give up playing with the water. how persistent prevails. they faced away while dipping their hands inside. one thing for sure, slightest hint for revenge was none existence. on the other hand, they were quite happy. haha.... i did a few more times, each time increasing their level of excitement.

oh kids, stop being so cute. you have just made my day then.

in times to come

since i could ever remember, i dreamed of big things. i want a big house, a big car, a grand career and definitely the travel-around-the-world holiday when i gets older.

those dreams are so different from what i have in mind now. i just need a home, a car to get me places and an occasional holiday to open up my world. not that i don't have the drive anymore. i just believe now i need to have a minimalist life, yet minimal enough for me to have my occasional pleasure.

everyone is striving for the previous dreams i had. then a thought strike through me. will i be the same person, chasing the same things all my life. happy or just want to have the same thing everyone has? hmmm....

actually i am more of a cultural person. i appreciate cultural values more than any others. i might prefer reading to travelling, holy shit. everyone will be throwing stones at me for travelling so much. but i just want to have a look of how others live their lives. the scenery not really fascinates me. but the experience of meeting others and listening to their stories excite me more than anything else.

hence, i dream of a life that really satisfies me. no longer the big-shot looking individual.

a happy job, a decent hobby and the oh-so-not glamour life that i used to want. never mind i have smaller car, house and vacation than you but i will be happier leading the bigger life than yours. setting standard against everyone else is sure a tiring task. that's what i learn from working.

yo soy un buen chico (i am .......)

the relevation about myself this week is quite refreshing. it was afternoon lunch time sitting with my colleagues. we were talking and i was explaining how i am not really close to my colleague from another job. and they were asking why and more questions kept coming in.

out of no where, interrogations kept coming in on my weekend lifestyle and my daily routine. i was quite open about it, describing how boring my life is. then the lady colleague said,  "you are too good la. like a rare species." my response: =.= really?

just because i like to stay home, or because i don't watch football, i don't drink or because i have never skip school just to lepak. they did it before and thought it was a norm until they meet me. ohhh. so now i am the dinosaur species.

to be honest, i myself think my life is quite uninteresting. i have never done anything rash. i am too logical other than my speech, which always comes out anything but logic. while i mentioning i am a good boy, she is a bit shocked when i said i have never dated. funny. why can't i be single? i am too concern about the purpose of living than to date. haha... fallacy at hand here.