Pinocchio Paradox

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Chinese New Year

On a lively Chinese New Year morning, my whole family was gathered at the dining hall having our customary noodles for breakfast. Then, the following conversation ensued:

Mum: I saw the maid sweeping the floor, I told her need to ask ah ma before sweeping the floor.

Grandma: Oh, I told her to sweep the floor. It’s not clean outside there.

Grandpa: Sweep? Cannot! Must mop! Sweep not clean enough!

I snickered and continued my breakfast.

Happy Chinese New Year.

Reflection

It has been a while, a rather long while since I’ve written anything solid – not that I’ve written anything solid before anyway. Having said that, let’s start with something… sombre. I begin to realise that I’m no longer the same person I knew myself to be a year ago, or at the very least the person I thought I was.

The few things I pride myself in, the few qualities which I believed I had – seem to be fading away slowly. Silently. Surely. I can only be disappointed in myself for how things are turning out. There is no one to blame but myself, for letting the world change me. Thinking that I could endure what the world throws at me, I’m beginning to think that I was wrong.

Bit by bit, the me that I knew is being eroded away. The shell remains, but the core crumbles. I look back and ask myself – who or what am I turning into?  I don’t really know for sure. What I know is that I would’ve liked the old me better.

It’s scary when I could bring myself to agree to phrases like “the best way to not offend anyone is to be a jerk to everyone”. This is not how I did things. But enough had happen to sway my thoughts, my principle. It’s tiring to try to uphold something that no one believes/practices anymore. It’s easy to go with the flow, join the masses, blend in. I never liked being part of the majority. But being otherwise really requires a will of steel.

The walls are cracking, but the pillars are still intact – hopefully. With something, if anything, I hope I can patch up the leaks and continue holding up the fort. And this is to remind myself that I’m still standing tall, putting up a fight.

Picture Book

I’m too tired to write. So I’ll show some really random pictures.

 
My cat poking his paw into my room. Probably because he felt the cold air from my room.

After my regular badminton session.

Rain on a very sunny day.

Coming home to find the resident cat sitting on top of my housemate’s car.

View of KL from Ampang Look-out Point

Very funny comment by Michael Chong.

Unlimited supply of drinks, cookies and instant noodles.

A quiet night in my hotel room.

 
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Deserted

This blog is very much deserted.

And…..