Stand on your own feet

It seems that most of us wishes to grow wings. And by wings, I don't mean wings in the literal sense.

Most of us always complain about our life, as if we have no control over it. We are forever hoping for something to take us out from our misery.

A different job. Living in a different neighbourhood. Someone else to come into our life. A change of our personality. Waiting for a life changing event. We want these to just sprout out, propel us to a bright future - to bring us out from the mundane life.

We are blinded by the belief that someday, we are going to grow wings and fly out from whatever it is in our life that is tying us down.

No, we keep forgetting this: that we always have the choice to walk to where we want to be. We keep forgetting how we have our own two feet that would carry us out, should we decide to make that decisive step.

It's time to stop waiting for those wings to grow, and start walking your own path.

Complaining about this and that

I find it funny how most of us complain with our life, on our inadequacies and weakness and misfortune and so many other things... as if we have no control over it.

We complained how terrible our work is; or it could be that we complain how we feel inadequate with what we have; or we could be complaining about other people being assholes; or we could be complaining on things which in a great scheme of thing truly doesn't matter; or we could be complaining about how terrible we are as a human being, doomed to stuck with our condition forever.

We complain about our life, treating it as if we are watching a movie, unable to do anything to change it.

Helpless.

Afraid.

Angry.

Unchanging.

Complain.


We are the social media generation where we must talk, talk, talk. We don't get much time to sit down with our own thoughts, and think. Our connection made us to compare ourselves with each other even more and more, feeling terrible about ourselves.

It's no wonder why we get depressed easily.

We just complain, complain, complain. We complain about the littlest things. We complain about the things which we can't control. We complain about things which we have power to control. We complain about our life, as if we have no control over it.

And we are waiting to hit rock bottom until we really change. Until it's too late.

I would really like for us to really think about it - REALLY think about our own life. On whether we truly have no control over our life. Or whether we're just too comfortable with our misery. Too lazy. It's much easier to complain instead of getting things done.

If we look back at the things that we said - all the complains that we dished out - we're going to start to notice something.

We're going to notice that all that complaining didn't really get anything done. We give them out, in the hope that other would pay attention to us. That we would feel a sense of relief that we have said our piece of mind. And we want the world to change to our own liking - but we don't want to change ourselves.


The noise that the world projects - telling me to compare myself with others, to feel inadequate, to complain about my life, to try and fill my emptiness with things I don't need - is no match for the voice in my head: it's still figuring out just where I stand in the world, just how significant I am in the overall grand scheme of thing.

And all that talk in my head have exhausted me from the need to complain.

There are some things which we can't change. If we are ever to compare ourselves with others, we're certainly not going to come out feeling better about ourselves. There are things which it's just not worth the effort to be pissed off.

If I have the time to complain about my life, then I would certainly have time to try and do something about it. The most profound sense of enlightenment that I have achieved, now, is the realization how I am very much responsible for my own life.

It would mean I don't get to put the blame on others, but it also fill me with the burning realization that life is not an experience that just went pass - but something which I must create, by my own hands.

How are you spending?

Sometimes you really have to stop and look back at how you spend your money, and just think:

How does your spending goes to make you a better person? 

Or is it all merely following others, in perhaps an attempt of trying to impress others?

I can't help that most of us doesn't really think of how we should rather spend in making our life better, instead of trying to play 'catch up' or impressing others. We might not admit it openly, but deep down there's just that urge to get acknowledged by others.

We are fools.

Gin no Saji 

We are responsible for our life

It is tempting - and it does have a certain truth to it - how our environments play a big part in shaping who we are today.

Parents, family, upbringing... home and childhood. The education system: teachers and lecturers and peers. The working environment. Our government. Belief and philosophy. The masses. All certainly contribute in shaping the way we are today.

But does that make it a valid reason to blame them for who we are today? Because when you realize that you want to change - the moment you realize you should take control of your life: are you going to keep on holding on to these factors, these people and environment; or are you going to blame them for shaping the way you are today?

If people would laugh when you say 'you know, my mum taught me not to...', then why do I see people still putting the blame on, say, the parents for letting them become who they are today?

Too many people are too sentimental, emotional, and just lazy to accept the fact that they can change the way they are TODAY. What was done, was done - you certainly can't change that, so it's time to accept the things that happened and actually start doing something with your life.

Random rambling in a series of tweet: on depression, crossplaying, Facebook, life

A series of tweets that has evolved from one thing to another. I figured it was slightly interesting to warrant a post for it.

Life is neither beautiful nor ugly. But if you decided to take away your life, then that's the end of it.  I know you can't beat the sense into depressed people just like that. At the very least though, you could get them to talk to you.

Too many people venting out their depression online that they forget to actually talk to someone about it.


Actually I think a lot of people didn't really know of the hardship nonomy had to go through to reach where he is now. I mean when I was ignorant I thought that he had it easy having been born with the right stuff for crossplaying and everything.  But apparently he had thought of giving up a few times, and even on his level he still get discriminated by others.

It was after that that I thought, those who wanted to venture into crossplaying CAN actually work on their part to improve. Sure the early works might look terrible, sure you're gonna hear some not so nice words from others.  But if you're serious on improving (and not in because of anything other than a hobby) then you'll pull through.

I've seen some who have stuck through and improved over time. I'm certainly impressed with their dedication and the will to learn.  It'd be nice if the so-so ones would stick around to improve rather than doing a half hearted work (and then putting themselves down)


But hey, what I was rambling just now could easily be applied to any other hobby or work you could care to name.  Too many people not passionate enough in what they do, thinking they would make it big on their first go.

Instead of feeling like shit over your life, maybe it's time for you to stop and ask yourself, 'what do I really want to do with my life?'  No guarantee that you'll be extremely successful at that, but at least you know that it's what you really want to do.

I would thus like to encourage more people to plug off for a while off the 'net and travel more - get to know ourselves better.  Travelling - especially alone - is good in pushing you off your comfort zone, makes you see the world more, learn more about yourself.  Sitting there in front of Facebook and complaining about your life and hanging about people who aren't inspired won't do you much good.

So really, just try to stop complaining so much and start asking questions and thinking. Get yourself out of that comfort zone!  It's your life, man, and you have a choice on what you make it to be.

So why should you resolve it around Facebook?

Loving someone

There is apparently a strong notion that it's only when you love someone that you are 'complete'.

This is certainly disturbing, as I see how some people let themselves become emotional hostages due to the notion on what love should be.

Is it any wonder why some people lamented how their have a lot of lovers, where they were either abused or they let themselves being walked over by the other side? I keep wondering if they really felt that they deserved to be treated like that whenever they are subjected to such treatments.

'I'm a worthless piece of trash that is not worth loving'

See, THAT'S your problem. The more you bring up the message that you don't deserve loving, then I'm certainly not surprised when other walk all over you. How can others love you if you don't love yourself?

Perhaps some people felt that the presence of other's company will make them better. That when others love them, then only then will they start loving themselves. That is a big misconception, and it seems that a lot are getting the concept of love backward.

And perhaps things are made worse when the subject of possession seems to be what people would associate with love. That truly everything is measured in material terms - even love - where you must stake your claim, be obsessed, and have to make a point to the rest of the world of your 'possession'.


It's natural to fall in love, yes. But I really have a big issue with just how some of us put ourselves being unhappy for falling in love under these ridiculous concept.

We always have a choice in our life, and that includes your love life. And as long as you don't love yourself, then I don't think it's reasonable to expect others to do that for you.

Reflecting on my Master level progress

So hey, been a while since I've actually written on anything on how my work is going eh?

To get back into the start of it all, I've enrolled in a full research Master level study here in the field of science (geology) for about a year now. There's so much time that has passed since... and yet - lets not mince on words here - very little real work has actually been done.

So what happened?

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Mortality - getting old, fear of death

We're getting no younger by each day. And someday, we are all going to die. This is a fact of life.

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A funky philosophical ride after a dose of shroom

You know, I had my dose of 'shroom just now, and right there, while reading Bill Bryson's A Short History of Nearly Everything (it's a mighty good book - I'd recommend everyone to read it), I began to ponder the philosophical question of human existence:

Mushroom - it's good for you!

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Why life is stranger than fiction

We were discussing about a TV series (The Vampire Diaries) when someone - who was possibly not wholly paying attention - then asked if the said series was based on real story.

But of course, we pointed out that real life wouldn't be like that. In fact, it's a lot more complex. I mean, think about it:

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