Happiness
March 27, 2008
Someone once told me that happiness is a state of mind. I laughed at his premise then. If happiness was a state of mind, then sadness, anger, excitement, fear & all emotive feelings would merely be states of mind. Did he mean that humans merely willed themselves into feeling a certain way that seemed plausible?
Then I met someone else, a forty-something who has led a fortunate life thus far, achieving her goals without obstacles. For someone most might imagine to be happy, she wasn’t. She was unhappy, but she confessed that she reminded herself to be glad for everything that she had, & that she had nothing to be unhappy about.
Perhaps happiness is merely a state of mind. Whenever we are unhappy there exists a little voice that tells us to revel in the happiness of all our other little victories. Regardless of our superficial sentiments of the everyday, our emotional core may just be simply, happy.
Happy to have been the X or Y chromosome that won the race.
Happy to have kissed and hugged.
Happy to have quenched our thirst.
Happy to have seen colours.
Happy to see happiness in smiles.
Happy to have felt rain.
Happy to have tasted chocolate.
Happy to have closed our eyes & slept,
& happy to wake to the morning sunshine.
Afternoon Delight
March 19, 2008
I never thought I’d say this, but I am a public nuisance. Or specifically, a public nuisance-klutz.
You know when it’s raining really heavily, you’re the only one at home(who’s awake) & you realize 10 minutes too late that clothes are still hanging out?
It is undoubtedly one of my least favourite activities in the world. Rightfully so, because I am terrible at taking in clothes, soaked & heavy in the howling wind. No walk in the park. I might even fear it a little. Blame the intimidating grey skies, plus that I can be a terrible klutz.
I dropped it.
I dropped the darn bamboo pole.
I don’t know which part made my heart pop into my mouth, almost falling out of the window, or seeing the bamboo pole drum the concrete pavement with a satisfying thud.
Thankfully it hit no one. As if picking up the laundry in the rain was not punishment enough, the pole snapped & I had to get rid of it before some smirking cleaners.
Blimey.
How was your afternoon?
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March 19, 2008
She said
March 19, 2008
A birthday cake bought, out of guilt, by the birthday girl, maketh not a Happy Birthday.
Beer Garden
March 18, 2008
Two bus stops away from where I live is Bishan Park. There is a Beer Garden there, a sort of 24hour pseudo-family friendly hangout with its own Prawn Farm, live soccer matches & grilled food stalls, and zero greenery. And of course, lots of beer (& ladybeerpushers).
Its by no means the sleaziest, or saddest beer joint around. Nevertheless there are drunks there, as with most coffee-shops around the island. It’s just that I saw the same man on the 3 separate occasions I was there for a casual drink with the Bro. Piss drunk too, because the ladybeerpushers did not hesitate to bring him any more beer.
