Change

I had an interesting conversation with a man not very well liked by people, but someone I greatly respect. He was lamenting about the fact that people are resistant to change.
There is a saying that goes, "Change is the only constant thing in life". People move on. Command structures will be disrupted from time to time. And there is not much we can do about it but to adapt to the new situations.


Just because someone wants to do something that differs from how it was done in the past does not mean that the new method is wrong. And just because the old method works does not mean that it is the best. So what if the old method worked. Heard the phrase "In the past, we used to do it this way"? Well "In the past, policemen used to wear shorts". There will always be new ways and new situations to get used to. But that is what most humans do best. If we were not good at it, would we have lasted so long?


This brings me to my next point. The will and tenacity of a person. In the older days, folks used to suck it up and adapt to change. But nowadays, people do not adapt as well. (And don't tell me "In the older days, policemen wore shorts" because I am not trying to bring across the same point. =P ) They simply try to find ways and means to avoid change. And since change is inevitable, they find ways to work around it, rather than working on it. People now just try to ignore the problem as a whole. Is this what society is becoming? Yes granted inertia is great. But what will be even greater is the fighting spirit and adaptability that we show when presented with change.


Have things been changing? Underwears do not count! =P

Of Bells and Wrings

The sum which two married people owe to one another
defies calculation. It is an infinite debt, which can only
be discharged through eternity.

I have another wedding to attend this Saturday. That makes 3 this year. A depressing number, considering I'm a good half-a-decade away. If ever that day comes, that is.

But is marriage everything that it is made out to be? How you enjoy true love in all its wonder, and although there are quarrels littering the pathway to growing old together, somehow love will iron them out?

One of my married friends says he has lost his freedom. Not just a bit, but almost all. He has to "over-declare" training and duty just to get out of the house. And although things appear to be dandy in public, my friend claims they're bickering almost every day. And their problems go into the "blood-is-thicker-than-water" category. Scary.

Onto my other friend, who recently tied the knot. He mentioned his fears about getting married just before he exchanged vows. He even felt like pulling out, although there was no darn way he was going to do that. I have not gotten the chance to speak to him after the wedding but I sure hope everything is going well for him.

Another scary story comes from my subordinate. He had a shotgun marriage. His wife just delivered and is very possibly suffering from postnatal blues. He is experiencing problems that I dare not post here. But regardless, it simply freaks me out.

In every marriage more than a week old, there are grounds for divorce. The trick is to find, and continue to find, grounds for marriage. Sounds easy? Maybe we are not handling the source of the problem. I figure the source is in who we choose.

It is very easy for one to mislead himself into thinking that all problems will be solved once a couple is married. Maybe she will stop nagging at me about this issue once we are married. Maybe she will allow me to play more games on my computer when we are married. Maybe this. Maybe that.

Well I've got news for you. Wake up and smell the cow dung.

A close friend once told me, "The wrong person at the wrong time is wrong. The right person at the wrong time is still wrong. The wrong person at the wrong time is also wrong." Doesn't take a genius to figure out that only the right person at the right time is right.

Just don't ask me who the right one is. I'm still trying to figure that out.

Yappings of a Yuppie

How much would one give to be a yuppie? That stands for Young Urban Professional by the way. The whole bloody paycheque? What does it take to be one? A Ferrari 612 Scaglietti? Fancy clothes from Ermenegildo Zegna, reeking of cologne from Givenchy? Timepieces from Audemar Piguet or Panerai?

I can imagine a conversation between two yuppies trying to outdo each other.

A: Have you seen my shoes? They're from Ballys. Cost me only $600!
B: Really? They look like the ones I just threw away because they didn't match my significant other's Louis Féraud dress.
A: ..... Have you seen my Lamborghini Murcielago? The colour matches the Pagani Zonda sitting in my garage don't you think?

Yuppies tend to value material goods (especially trendy new things) and are also supposed to have "bad taste" or buy expensive things for the sake of buying expensive things. The yuppies' fast-paced pursuit of material goods can have unintended consequences. Usually in a hurry, "yuppies" may seek convenience goods and services. Being "time poor," their family relations can become difficult to sustain. Maintaining their way of life is mentally exhausting. Sometimes, they will move every few years to where their job goes, straining their family. This fast-paced lifestyle has been termed the rat race.

If someone told me he isn't caught up in the rat race, he'd just be a blooming liar. We are just so caught up in making money everything else around us seems to fall apart. Relationships strained because of work, marriages broken because of long hours and frequent business trips overseas. Parents not seeing their children because their kids would rather spend their time making money. All to climb the corporate ladder. To win the rat race. To become a yuppie. (I make the assumption that most of my readers are young. Forgive me if you're old.)

But think about it. When you're lying on your death bed, how many of us would actually say, "I wish I had spent more time at work."?

Touch Down!

I'm back! Finally after 2 odd weeks overseas. Wasn't THAT bad actually. Everything turned out alright. Touched down at Changi International Airport at 0800hrs on Wednesday morning. Took a cab back and washed up my stuff a little.

Met Uncle Chris for lunch. Thanks Chris for driving me around that day. Too bad CP was closed. Anyway wanted to collect my car but the garage wasn't open. So so so sad. Thankfully Chris lent me his car to drive to Momo that night.

Oh yeah..went Momo that night with a few of my friends. There was supposed to be some supeormodel final thingy. But the emcee totally TOTALLY screwed things up. Felt like throwing my jug at him. Thankfully we went in before 10, so entrance was free.

I returned Chris his gorgeous car and headed down to Phuture, where Aunty Lin was. So nice of her to wear flaties that day. Just to make me look taller. *touched* =P Hope you enjoyed yourself that night. =)
Anyway fast forward to Friday. Collected my car on Thursday night. Now I'm happily zipping around Singapore. Met soap boy, WF and Aunty for some wine. We seriously need to get to know our wine better. Haha.. Anyway it was swell meeting all of you.

No mood to bitch about life now. Just glad to be home.Darn it's good to be back.