Remembering the foods that everyone forgets

I see on my table bread that has been left for a bit too long.

Often, we end up throwing away food that was actually really decent. Yes yes, people in 3rd world countries are suffering while we mindlessly waste food. But that is not my point of comment. We are always smarter hindsightedly. If nothing goes wrong, no one bothers with the details. Fine details that actually affect our futures. When I buy a loaf of bread, I tend to go for the large loaf for its value, believing I can actually find time to finish it. But I will forget to buy the spread. In other words, I end up not eating as much as I could because I was too lazy to bother to get the spread.

I think certain things are beginning to come back to me. I was once shamefully proud of being perpetually depressed as some may remember. I have since worked really hard to break out of that. It is still a work in progress as no one I believe can achieve perfect happiness all the time. We have our setbacks and we have to learn to deal with them. Anyway, now I have some people telling me they are perpetually depressed. That really rings a bell with me. I tell them my story and how I'm trying to break out of it. But it is not working, I think.

Today, I remember the foods I have since forgotten and how it has affected everyone. There is a consequence to everything. Be sure of what you are buying. Someone needs to eat it. Do not spoil their meal.

Reviving the Unrejuvenated

The past few months has been quite an electronic living hell.

Firstly, I played the PSP so much that when I held onto it, I realised I had sold my soul to it. Imagine knowing that the little black box controls your actions. Talk about addiction. Your thoughts and even dreams revolve around the games you play. I had no choice but to release the demon that was controlling me.

Then there was the world's lousiest phone. The phone which never rings when someone calls you and gives you miss calls half a day later. And the most irritating function, it cannot ring and vibrate. Even if it did vibrate, my nose hairs can twitch with better feeling. I didn't choose the phone, it was a spare. All the phones I bought for myself had to be sold for reasons I cannot discuss. Again, I did not have much choice but to get a new one. True, the battery is not as lasting. But it gets the job done.

I have passed my notebook to my sis and so now I'm stuck with the home desktop. It was built for my 21st, so its been around for 3 years plus. Quite a wonder some may say. On F1 day, you can hear it competing with Hamilton for who's got the loudest roar. I think the helicopter fly-past was more peaceful. And now, its running worse than ever. If ECGs gave a constant beep, the guy would be dead. My desktop gives you many beeps, telling you it wants to die but would prefer to torment you for a few more minutes. Writing this blog is the result of a successful operation of keeping the guy alive for a space of time.

I think I have reached a point where I do not want the cheapest, most value-packed things in life. I want reliability.

Fickleness

I was trained to be an officer. What does it take to be an officer you'd ask me? I do not suscribe to the belief that the officer must be the smartest person, the fittest person or even the bravest person? He cannot possibly be the EVERYTHING-EST person, otherwise he would be perfect. How many perfect people can we seriously find? He is the leader but if you expect him to make every single decision right, that would be a tad too much to ask. But one thing is for certain, you should be able to rely on him to make a decision.

I believe officers should be described in 2 words, Boringly Reliable. After all, they have to make important and not so important decisions all the time. And you can definitely rely on them to decide. They are boring because they can be so reliable that there should not be any surprises. Even if there was a sudden change of plans (which happens all the time), these guys are so reliable that they should reverse the situation until no one notices. Would you want an Excitingly Unpredictable leader? You never know when their next move will be.

So what is so bad about being Boringly Reliable? Why do people seek the unpredictable? Is it more exciting? Mor thrills when you cannot guess their next move? What is so bad about being sure that your guy brings back the dough and makes you happy cause you don't have to worry? Sometimes, we seek to worry because we find our lives too boring and monotonous. Everyday the same things. We take interest in the unpredictable because it catches us off guard and tests our reflexes. If everything goes smoothly, everyone is happy. But when something goes wrong, relief may not be so near. At the end of the day, even the most wild seek stability in their lives. But don't deprive yourself of some fun. Even the boringly reliable know how to have fun.

Express Cut butcher

I visited a barber shop today hoping to get a haircut. Instead I walked right into a butcher shop and the butcheress was just about the make tail soup. Where else better to get the ingredients than from my head. What was I thinking trusting such a place?

Just because I was wearing a soccer jersey, shorts, slippers, carrying a slingbag, clean shaven due to the nature of my work, boyish looking does not mean I am some GINA. I know we are all just doing our jobs. But at least do your job. Your job was to listen to the customer and give them what they want not what they deserve. If that was part of your job description, you would be my parent. But you are not.

You started off fine enough. Why did you have to let your own morals and blind judgment take over. My overlapped sides did not even have a single strand of hair sticking out. Where is the overlap? I asked to follow my existing tail. Why did you have to cut it into a bushy fox tail? Since when did you become my moral authority?

Monochrome futility

Black is the absence of colour
An opposite of white which people deem pure
Yet relentlessly pursued in present day.

Black is the foundation by which we have all colours
If not for its absence how can we have presence

The fat pursue black believing in its slimming powers
But they forget in the light it merely highlights
In the day, you stand out in the light
In the night, the light bounces of you
There is no escaping the fact
Unless maybe it was matt

The slim also pursue the black, believing in its coolness
But they forget that black retains warmth
And when they heat up, they curse and swear
Now where is the coolness in all of that

Yet if we have the time to sit and think
Are we not merely chasing a useless dream
To be someone we are not
Because we were not born black or white
Our lives neither have an absence or an absolute of colour
We are different shades of hue

If we have the time to look
We will know that black is never black
Because white will not let it be black
Neither will black let white be white
Although the futility of pursuit is obvious
It is also the reason why we move the way we do

In search of an epiphany part 2 day 6

Last day in Saigon. It is so sad we had to leave. Anyway it was getting crowded. No peace in crowds. It was so hard to say goodbye but we had to. Back to reality bringing with us all the lessons learnt and all the thoughts processed. I sincerely hope I have cleared my mind. I know now what I must do.

Tam Biet Saigon. Tam Biet 507.

In search of an epiphany part 2 day 5

Today we finally had pho at pho minh. The absolution of pho. In my terms. The trip was suppose to have started out with pho minh but we ended it instead. Still it was enough to enlighten me and made the whole trip purposeful. The trip has achieved its purpose. I know what I must do now.

Thus the whole day was just about relaxing and trying to enjoy myself. I succeeded in most part. Most.

No photos today because I had to think.

Oh yeah. Today was also the day I enjoyed the best Xe Moto melody. Beautiful.