Monday, February 6, 2012

What do you want in life?

OK so you have a great apartment, a great job and enough money to not want for anything. What comes next?

Your plagued by soul searching thoughts. What do you want to accomplish? Or to be more specific what should the meaning of your existence be? Something is missing.

So here comes my list:
Own a business- no greater sense of achievement that creating something out on your own
Travel more- I'm married to my job so have not really had the time to travel recently
Own more property - self explanatory
Build my Facebook page whats going on in kl?
Add value to other people's life's

Thats all for now.

Thursday, February 2, 2012

Thoughts of you still haunt me.

Sunday, January 29, 2012

Parents


It's not the soil but what grows out of it that matters.

Friday, January 27, 2012

Bridge

If someone you love hurts you cry a river, build a bridge, and get over it.

Monday, January 2, 2012

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Hey Guy She Chose,

I wrote you this letter to let you know just how lucky you are to have her. I wanted you to realize the privileges and the obligations you have, now that you and her have a “thing” already. After months of secretly hating you, I think I’ve finally accepted the fact that she chose you. She gave you the privilege to spoil her, to hold her, to hug her, to kiss her, and to love her. She chose to make herself vulnerable to you and you alone. I hope you’ve realized just how hard it was to get that close to her.

We haven’t formally met but I found out quite a few things about you already. Yes, I did some sort of a background check on you; but, it was just to see if you were indeed the better choice. Fortunately or unfortunately, you were and still are, I hope. The mere fact that you’re together now, already shows that you are better than me. I just hope you won’t make the same mistake I did.

Don’t belittle her anger. She can be a real bitch if she wanted and can tear you to pieces. Don’t underestimate her determination and perseverance to get what she wants. Don’t be a sissy; show her how much she means to you. She can be a bit dense sometimes. Don’t change her. Don’t hurt her. Don’t expect more than what she can give. Most importantly, don’t give up on her. That would be the stupidest thing you’d dare do in your life.

She may not be the best debater, but she fights for what she believes in. She may not have the best grades, but she is intelligent. She may not be part of Victoria Secret’s Angels, but she is beautiful. She may not be as generous as Mother Teresa, but she does have a heart. She may not be so sweet at the start, but she can give you one thing she knows you can break—her heart. To cut it short, she was, is, and will always be an awesome girl. She’s one of those girls that would have real impact on your life, whether you realize it now or not. She’s the type of girl you’d always care for, no matter what happens. She has the capability to push you to make that bold leap.

In the end, this is less than half of what you’d discover about her. There is an infinite number of ways and words to describe her, but all of them still wouldn’t be enough. You have the privilege to know how much of a great girl she is. You have the chance to spoil her as much as you can. You have the joy to hold her hand as long as you want. You have the pleasure to hug her as tight as you can. You have the privilege to kiss her as passionately as you can. You have the honor to love her as much as you possibly can. You are immensely lucky. Don’t waste your time with her. You may not get another. However, it shouldn’t be all about her. So, smile when she makes you happy. Let her know when she makes you mad. Miss her when she’s not there. Be the greatest man you can possibly be when you’re with her. She’s not just some other girl. She is worth every breath, every broken arm, every smile, every tear, and every second of every minute of every day. Never forget that.

Sincerely,

The One Who Can Finally Move On

Thursday, December 1, 2011

Minimalism

I think I may be a minimalist.

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

The love of Ideas

Some time ago, I realized that I'm not in love with you. I'm in love with the idea of you.

Man's love of the idea of love is not a newfound concept.

The social phenomena of people falling in love with the idea of being in love is prevalent in our society. That aching voice in the background telling you to settle down, enforcing the notion that you need someone to be happy and complete. People get caught up into thinking that being single is bad and being in a relationship is good despite the relationship having the depth of your neighbors kiddy pool. A person in an unstable relationship who is about as balanced and happy as the local drug addict is viewed as being happier than a single person who is perfectly contented.

You get what you put out, the reliance on another person to make you happy will only condemn you to unhappiness. Expectations are set yet never defined. Both parties delude themselves, frustrations mount, conceived notions of behavior are emphasized to provide proof of character resulting in the relationship being brought to naught.

This is not a generalization or proclamation of truth but merely an exploration of man's obsession with the idea of their happiness pouring out of their significant other.

I'm not a cynic but if you don't like spending time with yourself, who will?