we cannot change the cards we are dealt,
just how we play the hand.
Monday, September 24, 2007
10:43 PM
Actuallypreneur
i flip to most entrepreneur books and they always start the first chapter with WANNA QUIT THE RAT RACE? in bold and holy underlines and such. the last chapter is usually coupled with inspirational lines of hope and mirth, with italics of its not going to be easy, but hang in there a little.
damn liars.
its not going to be easy sounds more like a little sun on the back. it ain't having rat glue up in the fingers at 4am, dustbins kicked in frustration after work spun 360 degrees, har gao burning the fingers amidst gushing steam, dancing oil scorching arms at 180 celcius, heart pounding drives off Geylang at 170km/h. and now. to have the business on the line just because the food caterer has its nose up in the air with the landlord Eusoff, fails a health hygiene check, and the subtenant lease hangs void.
and they say, patience is a virtue. a fart in reply.
the voices in my head-
Sunday, September 16, 2007
1:02 AM
MAF
it was different this year.
perhaps i had ceased counting in years. it has now been, half a decade.
the voices in my head-
Thursday, September 13, 2007
2:55 AM
Soony
someone came up to me today and apologised. for some thing that was no fault of his, where thing's quite loosely defined.
and i wanted to tell him, that there should be no sorrys for a fault that exists not. that there should be nothing held onto a conscience when nothing was meant to be. but i could only smile, and it felt, inscrutably uncanny.
there was no pain in where there should be. perhaps the passion had been extinguished. or perhaps i have finally grown upon the age of maturity, coupled with dotage and senility, and made myself believe the passion to be extinguished.
the former, a neurotic loss. the latter, a neoteric discovery.
either way, i worry.
the voices in my head-
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
2:57 AM
Gargantuan
it was that little rounding corner where PIE merges to AYE at the stretch of clementi. and i nearly hit the kerb at 130 this evening, speeding back from tuition to business.
all because i thought i saw a gargantuan cheongfun driving an evo alongside.
i'm going mad.
the voices in my head-
Thursday, September 06, 2007
5:31 AM
Ratty
i think i might have to run the rat race after all.
i have been diagnosed by many with a strange phenomenon, commonly known as obsessive compulsive disorder. quite the perfectionist, demanding on all beings, assertive on all things. and i can't get to sleep knowing something's undone.
wretched thing is, there is simply an endless chain of things to do when starting up one's own business from scratch. even if it involves prawn dumplings, and not micro-solar-powered-nanotechnology telecommunication sillicon chips.
i sleep 17 hours from mondays to thursdays. and each time i look into the mirror, its as if i have had my horcrux voldemort-ed into that glutinous rice in the chiller.
its 5:42am on a thursday morning.
rat race or rats in the bloody kitchen, a ratty issue indeed.
the voices in my head-
Sunday, September 02, 2007
9:09 PM
A Go
it was three days ago.
i met my class from days of the short khaki pants, and its as though i had jumped out of the television, pressed the fast forward tab for a minute or two, and jumped right back into the scene.
nothing's really quite changed, honestly. still eegofreakz and ego freaks. we still like each other. and some are still more liked than others.
in other news, those cute food things i steam for four minutes and a half are really starting to sell.
and i never knew i would have learnt this much. or having to learn so much. its just bloody dim sum, or so i thought.
there is the usual propensity to slack around these starting weeks of semester, and i'm falling for it. the cycle of pageants, bashes, gala dinners repeats itself, and i sense apathy. sometimes even ennui. i look in retrospect and see myself in the thick of action, perhaps this is what the grown-ups call growing up.
i have no defence, and my only excuse for absence is the little bamboo circlets of siew mai and har gao. how much more am i going to take, how much further am i going to go. the questions of dimsum upon the questions of life.
the voices in my head-
i love my girl. a love so beautiful, symmetrical, tangible
God loves me. a love so great, unconditional, real.
my life in a nutshell. working towards loves of sorts. beautiful, symmetrical, tangible, great, unconditional and real.
a page, deliberately left blank.
Love is patient, love is kind.
It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
It is not rude, it is not self-seeking.
It is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth.
It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails.
I Corinthians 13:4-8
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