Bad mood passes like a disease
What can't kill you will only make you stronger.
interns are sometimes good punching bags.
PMS-ing office girls may shout at you on the phone for no reason.
You cannot cry in the office.
You can let a few tears escape in the toilet.
You will still smile the next time you talk on the phone.
There will always be a nicer person as there will be nasty ones.
You will feel better.
You will forgive.
You live and you learn.
By: Nippy | Monday, June 26, 2006 at 5:56 PM | | 
Why are some old folks so bitter? I always see some of these eager to snap, judgmental, angry with the younger generation, bitter old folks peppered out in Singapore. Ambushing you at unlikely places to rub off a bit of their displeasure with everything on anyone who passes them by. Always with a complaint, grumble or scoldings at hand. I don’t know how to feel about them. Do I feel sorry? Irritated? Or a kind of can’t-be-botheredness. If I feel sorry, I feel like I’m patronizing, I have no right to feel sorry for them. I don’t know their stories. What would make them turn out bitter, cynical and angry in their old age. I have no right to judge them. If I feel irritated I know I am being mean. If I ignore them, that is probably the best solution but it is also cruel at the same time. Afterall, it might be because they are so often ignored that they turn so sour. Is it because they feel left behind in a society they no longer can understand. Nor is anyone giving them the due-respect they feel they deserve?
Why are they so angry with the world? Just this morning, I was rushing to work so I walked quickly past an old couple, but I didn’t push them or anything, I just passed by them quickly. I heard a very bitter grumble. It was nothing really, but somehow, this bothered me. I kept wondering if I have been insensitive to rush by them, but then I wonder what else could I have done other than to pass by them quickly. Perhaps, they hate being overtaken by unfeeling young people. Who do not care enough that they can’t catch up with the pace of everything now-a-days. Maybe they want to slow down but the world won’t let them? I don’t know. I always envisioned old age to come with more wisdom, more tolerance and forgiveness and acceptance that the world is not a happy place, but we can still make the most of our time and try to be happy or something along this line. I just felt sad, hearing such bitterness against something I had no idea that would even offend. Perhaps, no one gives them the kind of respect they expected from the younger generation. Perhaps, when I sped by them this morning, it was merely symbolic of what they have felt all along: that the society treats old folks as burdens, as obstacles, blocking the road for younger generation rushing about their lives. I don’t know why I feel so bothered. But I am.
What happens to the child-like part of us that is so precious in order to appreciate the world and still see the beauty as we grow older? I watched “Cars” yesterday, and I am still amazed by cartoons, how they speak to the child in us, and you know that the innocent child-part of yourself is still there even though you forget it once in a while. Honestly, I don’t know how to make it better. Should I have said sorry? But who am I saying sorry for, myself, the younger generation, the society, the 21st century? I don’t know. And what does sorry mean to these old folks anyway. It probably doesn’t mean much to them. But then, so are the younger generations facing a dilemma, a kind of guilt. It is intense, because they can’t be both the filial child, accommodating to the needs of older folks without giving up some of the drive which pushes them to want to succeed in this competitive world. And this guilt will confront me the next time I see old folks on my way to work. Should I overtake them?
By: Nippy | Wednesday, June 21, 2006 at 12:11 PM | |
I miss my sis leh! that stupid girl! Never call home! Must be having too much fun...
By: Nippy | Sunday, June 18, 2006 at 8:21 PM | |
No, that the lovey-dovey boy band song, coupled with images of wind-blown blonde hair or flowers blooming on mountain tops.
It's my terrible urge to swear at and curse our lousy SMRT train services.
Man, the trains tempt me to really let loose "unimaginable wrath"
I seriously don't know why we are charged more and more for lousier and lousier train rides.
It doesn't take an Einstein to figure that we are being "kan" by SMRT.
fare hikes after fare hikes, and now they decrease the frequencey of the trains until at 8 something pm, (way after rush hour) I was stuck in an airless cabin as bad as rush hour trains.
Hey, to be quite fair, I didn't complain when the fare increased. I thought:
"yar, poor thing, the oil price so high. Aiya, I somemore an ardent fan of the MRT" I take it everyday, so only a few cents mah. NVM.
Now I eat my own words.
no, not enough must, eat my words and bite my own tongue.
Damn, and I really dislike small spaces.
I should consider writing in a letter to the chairman of SMRT
Dear Sir/Madam,
As an ardent fan of our local train system, I would like to draw your attention to the fact that the slowly but steady increase in price of the train rides is coupled with a quickly but equally steady decline in the train service quality. This might have resulted from one of your company's policy to cut cost, which I feel is a very reasonable thing to do in times like this. But I would like to highlight that the tiny increase in fare price has not gone unnoticed even though we Singporeans are famous for grumbles, subdued irritation followed by quiet acceptance and resignation, we are not blind (and stupid) to the deteriorating service as provided by your company.
Also , as a loyal citizen, I should remind you how much our country relies on tourism for National GDP. Imagine the kind of image inefficient train service will give to visiting tourists. If this is part of a plan to create a new kind of train ride experience echoing Japan's train rides, I would suggest better originality and perhaps a restructuring of the SMRT marketing team. Furthermore, this is not solely a matter of SMRT's brand name, it also has to do with Singapore's image. Singapore's climate, unlike Japan, is hot, wet and sticky, while a squeezy train ride might be tolerable in Japan, I can't say the same here. Moreover, Singaporeans' porblem with being on time is further aggravated by the irregular train timings. I would loathe for SMRT to be blamed for ill social practises and ruined local image in eyes of foreigners. The purpose of my letter is merely to alert you of the problem and growing discontent among commuters, as I am confident that you yourself have not learnt of the extend of the problem, as in all probability you would not have taken one of your own overcrowded train but would instead be in your own spacious vehicle and hence remain oblivious to the situation.
Sincerely,
A Loyal Commuter of 14 years
By: Nippy | Tuesday, June 13, 2006 at 9:59 PM | |
Keeping a blog is like being in a relationship man (not that I'm very qualified to speak alot on this, but observations- 'elementary, my dear Watson')
Always start off strong and enthusiastic
Alot of things to tell, to share (even what one had for meals seems like juicy details)
Give it all the time, blood, sweat. (ok I exeggerate)
Having a blog is like having an extension of yourself
it's fresh, it's fun, you're so excited to write the next blog entry.(you find out things abt yourself)
And then it happens, mid-blog crisis, boredom,
should I end this thing?
And then one wonders why one still keeps the blog
One questions its meaning,what's the purpose?
It seems so stale. Another blog entry abt nothing really impt at all.
It's bloody routine.
Hi, I log on to type a few words just because,
well, I have a blog.
Feel like deserting this bloody un-happening place.
But then you look at the past post, and you feel kind of bad.
Afterall, it's been around for a while now.
Boredom, Boredom, Boredom. (screaming inside my head)
pointless. Going no where. Nothing to say on this space.
ramble, ramble, nonsense, ramble.
Threats of killing this blog. End it once and for all.
A quick execution by clicking delete, or a slow death via neglect.
but what stops me?
Some kind of faith that things will get better?
Maybe it is a phase, every blogger has to go through.
or perhaps I'm sentimental.
But hell, it is even possible that it has become something you are sick to death of, but can't bear to get rid of.
Maybe I'm really just bored, and need some time off
or maybe it's just me PMS-ing.
By: Nippy | Wednesday, June 07, 2006 at 9:05 PM | |
I'm itching to travel again!
Damn you wanderlust!
Constant battles between homesickness and wanting to go elsewhere.
I'm a bundle of contradiction.
By: Nippy | at 11:25 AM | |
