Posts Tagged ‘ Time ’

My Watch

I don’t normally wear my watch. Only on days I feel like it, which is pretty rare. But today was one of those days. I picked up my watch and noticed that the time was incorrect. As my vision focused, I realized that the seconds hand had stopped moving.

Looks like I need to get a new battery or a new watch.

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To the Virgins, to make much of Time

Been so long since I last heard of this poem, that when I came across it the other day, I just had to share it!
Thanks Robert Herrick.
Peace
To the Virgins, to make much of Time

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,

Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today
Tomorrow will be dying.
The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
The higher he’s a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he’s to setting.
That age is best which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times still succeed the former.
Then be not coy, but use your time,
And while ye may, go marry;
For having lost but once your prime,
You may forever tarry.
Robert Herrick

Where is here???

It’s been so long since I’ve taken a good reflection at my life. With the Chinese new year giving me what one would call ‘some breathing space’, I had a good sit down with myself to contemplate how things have been going.  (It didn’t exactly take very long…)

And the verdict…?
Things have really been going fast at an alarming pace. People say, time really flies when you’re having fun. Whilst this may be true, I can’t say I’ve really been having too much fun. It has been interesting to say the least, but things have been difficult and crazily uncoordinated at the same time. Hah, the story to my life in a nut shell.

It feels like days, weeks, months… then a whole entire year just went ziiiip…. and then here I am. (The minutes and the hours seem slow though!) And when I watch and read the news and tabloids I see all these young achievers, typically between the ages of 16-24, achieving marvelous accomplishments and feats. I am enviously in awe. And then I take a look back at myself when I was all those ages… and I think that my heaviest problems was what I should have for lunch that day… or whether I should have made a move on that hot chick. By comparison, I know I’ve taken a wrong turn somewhere… but where?

Most people now would try and look for answers. Answers that allow them to redeem themselves and to show them the right track to walk on ahead. The funny thing is I’m pretty sure of my own answers. That is I need to be more patient; I need to be more humble; and I need to be less lazy. I can honestly say, I am all these already, but I feel that it’s still not enough. And this is where I’m losing out. It is hard. I find it hard to be more patient than I am right now. To be more humble… (this is an oxymoron in itself… lol). And to be less lazy. Saying it even though you really do mean it is still rather cheap. Which is why we all admire Nike’s ‘Just do it!’ very much.

Thinking back makes me reminiscent. I miss many of my friends which I have made back in high school and uni. I think it’s safe to assume that many of them probably don’t even remember me… except for the closer ones… but I know it’s my fault for most of them anyways. For some people, I can just click so well… and others, not so. Is there some kind of formula to be consistent? Or is it like this because of the simple fact that everyone is just different and bond with each other on different levels. Maybe I should I should stop thinking so much and… ‘just do it~

A reflection now and again isn’t bad either though… just gotta try even harder! Add oil~

Pre-discharge mood…

Before this date actually happens, I would like to share some of my thoughts and feelings here…

For a ceremonious date which I had been looking forward to all year, I am currently not feeling all too happy about it. To me, this makes no logical sense but yet I understand why. I had been all to eager to finally be rid of this place. I mean c’mon… A whole year! I have been waiting for that very day. But in that time… things have changed.

I’ve made many new friends, I’ve made an undesirable place feel comfortable, I’ve struggled through many challenges one after another and my accomplishments further signifies my efforts. I believe change is good. It is always good to see things changing for the better. But because of all that has happened, I have some real mix feelings about it all.

For some newly made friends, I wish it would last longer. I know they will not just ‘disappear’ … but it wont ever be the same as it was. I’ve experienced similar situations in the past. In our attempt to overcome these challenges, we had have some good times, hefty laughs, and great food.

Time that’s been has felt both fast and slow, now that I think back. Guess I did make my time worthwhile. Am proud of myself for that. I’ve learnt so much here and I really appreciate all that has helped me along the way. I wont forget… even the small things.

As I stare blankly out into nothingness… daydreaming… my junior begins to remind me… ‘stop sighing!!!’

Can’t help it dude… natural reaction…

Age differences…

When I was back in primary school, I remember being in the same class as a third grader with other fellow fourth grader. Just having a year of schooling made a world of differences. The fact that they were older by “a whole year” meant that they practically knew more than me by a whole kajillion years. Well… that’s what it had seemed even if they were being dicks about everything. So generally, I mostly made friends with fellow third graders back then. It was generally the trend and I continued to make friends with people who were the same age, and actually felt closer with them as well as being able to relate a lot more than I could with the other kids that were a year older/younger than me. Through high school, it had felt like as I gained a year in school, I somehow also gained an internal sense of power and pride over the lesser years and there would be less shadows to watch out for as the seniors graduated year by year.

It had been like that till I reached University where I found that I could actually relate with other people who were either a couple of years plus/minus my own age now. I lost the sense of being categorised via years and found something that followed more closely to what you were actually interested in. I found most people who were 3+ years difference harder to connect with. There seemed to be more of a generation gap between us and it was just harder to “bond” with them. For the younger generation, it felt like they had all just jumped out of high school and had all these new themes and fads that they expected people to know. Things had varied from music, food, fashion, brands… none of which I had followed. And on the other end of the spectrum, were people who have been working for a while in the work  force and have these ‘at times’ gloomy outlook on various topics as well as being highly political and opinionated about various news and world-wide topics as well as money and economy.

I’m not exactly sure what has changed, or the exact point in time where the age perception paradigm in my head had altered and shifted, but more recently, I’ve made a few friends who are 5-10 year + or – my age, and feel that I could get along with them perfectly fine. Is it because my age tolerance has begun loosening over time? Or maybe it is because I know more about this world and am able relate to a wider spectrum of people? But because of this, I can slowly understand something that had been boggling my mind since childhood. Ever since I understood the concept of marriage, I could not understand the reasons behind why people would get married with ridiculous age differences. I could only imagine two main reasons. Either that the other half was horrendously rich or that they had found their “soul mate” which happened to not have been born in the same generation… Meh… To each their own.

But I have come to realise, sometimes there really is much more in the building of relationships as well as the kinds of things that can make people click together. Like Lego pieces and jigsaw puzzles, when they fit, it just feels totally right… no matter how odd their shapes and colours are. When they’re right… it’s totally tight!!! Yeah… (Cheesy, I know…) But this also has allowed me to understand how parents and offsprings can get closer or fall apart to/from each other as they grow up and understand more about each other. Sometimes, things like relationships, in any shape and form either feels right or not right. It can’t be forced. It just happens. It can be built, and it can also be destroyed. But I say this now, age is a relative concept. Just because someone is older/younger than you, does not mean that they have more or less experience than you, that they understand more or less than you, that they feel same or different from you. In this world, some people just love chocolate ice cream, some like vanilla, and some like strawberry ice cream. But that doesn’t mean people can’t like Hokey Pokey too… =P