Saturday, September 29, 2007
{ 4:02 AM }
I've come across, last night, a very interesting theory brought up by a very intellectual friend of mine. We we conversing about a 'friend' I had and he threw in a series of questions regarding his/her behaviour.
"Is he/she good at sports?"
"Not exceptionally coordinated," I answered.
"Is he/she good in studies?"
"Quite, not top 5 but not dumb either," I replied.
The list of questions continued.
"Ahh, he/she's a second tier friend lah!" he added then, upon coming across the puzzled expression on my face, proceeded to explain to me what that meant.
There are generally, four tiers overall.
Tier 4: The people who don't give a fuck about anything, their academics, their achievements, their life, basically. They sort off float along and are completely monotonous in all aspects.
Tier 3: The people who do give a fuck but are simply not good enough. They try and work hard but they just lack that something something to ace it.
Tier 2: Now, this tier is most controversial. Here sit the people who try their best to be tier 1, but are simply not good enough. What makes them different from tier 3 is that they go through all sorts of trouble to be friend the tier 1's so as to make themselves feel even more like a tier 1 but at the same time they put down everyone else (including the tier 1's) just for some feeling of superiority. They're selfish and self-absorbed. They're the kind of people who would turn mental if for one moment the world stop revolving around them.
Tier 1: The people who happen to excel at everything, the one's who've got it set. The one's who've got it all. These are the non-pretentious, generous people. The one's who walk with humble hearts and a big smile on their face. The one's the tier 2's want to be.
I looked at him and just wondered how that mind seem to actually categorised all this so perfectly to suit what I was trying to call this friend of mine.
The second tier friend. I'm sure you have one too but just remember he/she's just trying to be you so don't let him/her get to you.
I've come across, last night, a very interesting theory brought up by a very intellectual friend of mine. We we conversing about a 'friend' I had and he threw in a series of questions regarding his/her behaviour.
"Is he/she good at sports?"
"Not exceptionally coordinated," I answered.
"Is he/she good in studies?"
"Quite, not top 5 but not dumb either," I replied.
The list of questions continued.
"Ahh, he/she's a second tier friend lah!" he added then, upon coming across the puzzled expression on my face, proceeded to explain to me what that meant.
There are generally, four tiers overall.
Tier 4: The people who don't give a fuck about anything, their academics, their achievements, their life, basically. They sort off float along and are completely monotonous in all aspects.
Tier 3: The people who do give a fuck but are simply not good enough. They try and work hard but they just lack that something something to ace it.
Tier 2: Now, this tier is most controversial. Here sit the people who try their best to be tier 1, but are simply not good enough. What makes them different from tier 3 is that they go through all sorts of trouble to be friend the tier 1's so as to make themselves feel even more like a tier 1 but at the same time they put down everyone else (including the tier 1's) just for some feeling of superiority. They're selfish and self-absorbed. They're the kind of people who would turn mental if for one moment the world stop revolving around them.
Tier 1: The people who happen to excel at everything, the one's who've got it set. The one's who've got it all. These are the non-pretentious, generous people. The one's who walk with humble hearts and a big smile on their face. The one's the tier 2's want to be.
I looked at him and just wondered how that mind seem to actually categorised all this so perfectly to suit what I was trying to call this friend of mine.
The second tier friend. I'm sure you have one too but just remember he/she's just trying to be you so don't let him/her get to you.
Thursday, September 27, 2007
{ 9:24 AM }
I called my parents, it was 12am their time and 5pm, mine. See, I was quite a surprise to them. Despite their slurred tones and half dead mimics, I knew they were glad to hear from me, or so I would like to believe anyway.
You can always count on my mum to interrogate me about my shopping whilst half asleep and my dad to remind me keep my passport (and me) safe.
All in all, I miss my parents, half asleep or not and it felt so good to hear from them.
I'm leaving London and going to Reading tomorrow, packing is... there's no word to describe it. it's such a task!
I called my parents, it was 12am their time and 5pm, mine. See, I was quite a surprise to them. Despite their slurred tones and half dead mimics, I knew they were glad to hear from me, or so I would like to believe anyway.
You can always count on my mum to interrogate me about my shopping whilst half asleep and my dad to remind me keep my passport (and me) safe.
All in all, I miss my parents, half asleep or not and it felt so good to hear from them.
I'm leaving London and going to Reading tomorrow, packing is... there's no word to describe it. it's such a task!
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
{ 2:39 PM }
Carrie Bradshaw
Sex in the City s.3 ep. 10
"... and I thought about choices. Since birth, modern women have been told that we can do and be anything we want; be an astronaut, the head of an internet company, a stay at home mom. There aren't any rules anymore and our choices are endless and apparently they can all be delivered right to your door. But is it possible that we've gotten so spoiled by choices that we've become unable to make one, that a part of us knows that once you choose something, one man, one great apartment, an amazing job, another option goes away. Are we a generation of women who can't choose just from column A? Do we have too much to handle or was Samantha right, can we have it all?"
Carrie Bradshaw
Sex in the City s.3 ep. 10
Monday, September 24, 2007
{ 10:26 AM }
Why does she cry even though she resents him so?
When the fragile beating heart, she so faithfully handed to him, has been tossed around so thoughtlessly. When the curves and rapids of time have caused the two of them to drift apart, even if one of them disagrees this.
Is it because she still secretly, although she dare not admit it, loves him or is it because she's succumbed to the fact that this might actually, although having succumb to this thought a million times before, be the end?
Or is it simply because she's crying for herself, for the times that she has allowed herself to feel less important than he or because she has sinned by looking to him as a godly figure and non above him, breaking the first commandment in the rule.
Or is she crying because she's happy, tears of joy and relief that it's over and that she can finally just leave everything, every single time capsule behind and finally, again, although having believed this many times before, move on.
So, why is she crying, the girl with so much to offer, but lacking the ability to give?
So the road ahead might be cold and lonely, but there's always a chance that it might just be breathtakingly beautiful. It's just a matter of perception, love.
Why does she cry even though she resents him so?
When the fragile beating heart, she so faithfully handed to him, has been tossed around so thoughtlessly. When the curves and rapids of time have caused the two of them to drift apart, even if one of them disagrees this.
Is it because she still secretly, although she dare not admit it, loves him or is it because she's succumbed to the fact that this might actually, although having succumb to this thought a million times before, be the end?
Or is it simply because she's crying for herself, for the times that she has allowed herself to feel less important than he or because she has sinned by looking to him as a godly figure and non above him, breaking the first commandment in the rule.
Or is she crying because she's happy, tears of joy and relief that it's over and that she can finally just leave everything, every single time capsule behind and finally, again, although having believed this many times before, move on.
So, why is she crying, the girl with so much to offer, but lacking the ability to give?
So the road ahead might be cold and lonely, but there's always a chance that it might just be breathtakingly beautiful. It's just a matter of perception, love.
Friday, September 21, 2007
{ 8:31 AM }
There was a moment, one phase, in my life where I thought love was the most important, the highest priority and that this saddened world needed more of it. Note the past tenses used.
Now, I see and understand personally how complicated and how painful it can get. So please, look not at me to provide and shelter you with love, because I know I can't give it wholly. This lack of faith, trust, hope, whatever you want to call it, has flipped me.
I may love you, you, you and you but be wary of my shields and guards, even the most beautiful of roses have thorns. It'll take some time to strip off, if ever. Let me start over, with a touch of fresh air and hint of mint and lavender to soothe my aching mind.
There was a moment, one phase, in my life where I thought love was the most important, the highest priority and that this saddened world needed more of it. Note the past tenses used.
Now, I see and understand personally how complicated and how painful it can get. So please, look not at me to provide and shelter you with love, because I know I can't give it wholly. This lack of faith, trust, hope, whatever you want to call it, has flipped me.
I may love you, you, you and you but be wary of my shields and guards, even the most beautiful of roses have thorns. It'll take some time to strip off, if ever. Let me start over, with a touch of fresh air and hint of mint and lavender to soothe my aching mind.
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Uni's starting soon and as much as I want to spend all my time just traveling and shopping and sightseeing, I can't. So let's pray that this year I will be equally of preferably more hardworking than the year before.
My family's amazing. When tragedy happens, we counter it with an event of grandeur. So while we mourn the death of my late uncle, I congratulate the marriage of my much loved other uncle. So to the two beautiful couples I know who have gotten married despite my absence, I wish you joy, love, patience and all things I wish for my marriage in the future to happen to yours.
We're going clubbing tonight. Whee~
My family's amazing. When tragedy happens, we counter it with an event of grandeur. So while we mourn the death of my late uncle, I congratulate the marriage of my much loved other uncle. So to the two beautiful couples I know who have gotten married despite my absence, I wish you joy, love, patience and all things I wish for my marriage in the future to happen to yours.
We're going clubbing tonight. Whee~
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
{ 3:18 PM }
I'm in London, it's day 3 and already I'm going broke. But I love it here, the shopping, the weather, it's lovely!
So those of you in KL, please get in touch with me!
I'm in London, it's day 3 and already I'm going broke. But I love it here, the shopping, the weather, it's lovely!
So those of you in KL, please get in touch with me!