The little puppets in Life

The life of a JC student is so pathetic. It is so boring and there is nothing interesting. What do you wanna know about it? All we always talk about is how much work we have and how much more there is. Isn't that sad? Where is all the sass? Where is all the excitement? Where are all the REAL interesting stuff? Not the ones that we try to pretend it's interesting. It so sad....

Come to think of it, the rest of Singapore isn't that exciting too. The urban is city is full of life, but it's not all that fun. What can you do? Shop, party, eat, party and shop more? Sometimes, don't you wonder what the rest of the world does? How nice if you could just be someone different everyday, but yet still the same you? Then you can say i've been this and this and that. But then again, isn't that going tobe confusing? You'll never know what to do, because everyday you wake up, you're stupid, it's your first day, how well do you think it'll go? The mysteries of life. Life so interesting, yet so confusing and complex.

Let me share with you what i thought about well when i was younger, sometimes i still think it's true.

Why do we do what we do? I thought that maybe there is a great big puppeteer. We're all puppets. Just a tug of his string, our hands of legs or wherever moves. That is why we move. Because there is just hundreds of little invisible strings controlling us, making us do what we do. Our minds may not be controlled by strings, but body and mind works as one. So we think what we want to think, but not always do what we want to do.

Ain't i childish?

Here's a really old picture of the original oriental aka A Touch of Asia. Look at my pants. They're good. Too bad i'm taller now and can't wear it anymore. Sigh. ( for the reason read previous post)

Please don't think i'm crazy to scan my pants. Infact it's my costume. Correction, someone else's pants. But mine suppose to look the same. Those who know it know it. It's just that i got to paint that pattern onto a new set of pants. Why do other's get nice pants and i got to paint. i know the reason but i just don't like to admit it. It's not my fault. But it's over. Thank goodness.

I know.. i know...

Yup.. I know how many times I visited this again. The first post after donkey time. Ya... why am i back? I really don't know. Call it inspiration. Call it rashness. Call it stupidity in a moment of folly. Wait... that means the same thing. Whatever.
So what am i going to say... doesn't really matter. The world doesn't see this.
I think i'm being influenced. Too much. I don't like that. I am me. I don't want to change. Stubborn old me. But i like it. So changing out of my own skin does not seem appealing. Nevertheless I am influenced unwillingly. What am i suppose to do? I need a barricade. Buti don't want to block myself out again. Yes... not AGAIN. I already been alone too much.
Alone is not something you want to visit too much. Once in a while it's not bad. But not overly much. Lonliness makes you an empty shell. Not totally true, but to an extent.

Alone I am under the sky
Beneath the only star
I look up and dream to fly
Only to know i am so far

What a bad attempt. But ah well, it wasted some time.

Why am i always thinking of what others would say. One day i would just burst. When i cannot contain any longer. But i know my stubborness is strong, way too strong for my own good. What would happen when there is no space inside, and there's no way out. I really don't wanna know. Learning to let go... is easier said than done.