Have to boost my vanity for once. Rather excited as I've decided to resume the use of coloured contact lenses. I've tried to comply to the 'norms' at my workplace; but, I think it's too suffocating. There are those who think they are a head above the others and start to judge others using their own ridiculous yardstick.

I think I can really understand those who are under suppression by the community. As an educated person, one should have the awareness of not to stereotype. Well, some may say Obama did once recently; so, who are we not to do so?

Some suggested that I have to confront the bossy ones as I've collected some evidence against their actions. But, I don't think I will reason with those thick headed donkeys as I don't think my effort will be futile.

Lately, I think I've learned a lot by observing them. I may voice out my grouses to my closest friends just to vent my frustration. Other than that, I just keep mum of what I've observed as I cannot bring myself to talk to them. I've come to a conclusion that these people will never reach the other side, so it's pointless to reason with them. Besides, the more you try to drill sense into their heads, they may mete out more ridiculous measurements to satisfy their craving for power, I guess. And, peace will never come!

It's sad as people working at an education institution can be that blind against their own actions. So, some may wonder whether they are qualified to educate the young? But, I think they are successful in teaching them to stereotype and to be judgemental, that's for sure.

Looking at these faces, one will sure purge all the unhappy thoughts. Those naive and carefree faces lighten my days. To take care of them is sure not any easy job; but, their simple and naive nature is more soothing than the scheming adults.

These children maybe boisterous and tiring to take care of; but, if compared with the adults, I'd rather be with the children.

Remember talking to one of them as a total stranger, without hesitatiopn,the boy just gave me the biscuit he was about to eat because I just asked him for one. He was not trying to be polite; but, just because I asked and he was curious about me, a foreigner, and tried to be friendly. Very spontaneous without much consideration as he just liked me. Why can't we adult be like them?

To be with young children I can be myself. I like to talke to children wherever I go, and most of the time I don't speak their language. I like their simple affection, carefree and direct. I don't have to mask myself or to do things I hate or to laugh even though I feel like crying. On the second thoughts I think I hardly cry these days, I'm afraid I may have forgotten how to.

Maybe, to be happy is to bring out the child in us. Then, the world will be more peaceful and happy to live in.

Not very happy with things going around me these days. However, just feel helpless as I can't do anything about it.
So, to make myself happy is to forget about them temporary, even just take them off my mind for a few minutes, I'll feel relieved. Not to think about things that pull me down instead just think about things that make me smile. That's how I make my day. Rather pathetic, at times, but it's effective. Look at the pictures that I love, places that I've visited or I'll visit, and think about people whom I love, or bury myself into my research to avoid any unhappy thoughts. Well, that's how I pass my days.

Today is another disappointing day. Well, I just hope that today's defeat would serve as a good lesson for them. They may not feel good, that's for sure. But, I really hope that they can really seriously assess their performance and learn from their mistakes.
On the other hand, I maybe too optimistic to hope for changes. This is not the first defeat, instead it is the second one. But, they haven't learned anything from the first. That is disappointing.
Defeat is not failure; failure is never learn from past mistakes. I know they won't listen so I'm not going to nag at them anymore as I think I've said whatever I needed to.

I have told myself coultless times not to bother with them anymore. But, at the end, I still feel obliged.

Maybe, I'm too impatient with them or I've treated them as adults, which I think I shouldn't. Consequently, I'll only feel disappointed with their lackadaisical attitude. Or, mabybe this is so-called generation gap.

But, I counldn't recall any of such behaviours during my adolescent years. I remember I was very conscientious esppecially in my studies and school activities. I really treasured every moment and opportunity that came by even until my college and university years.

I've tried my very best to let them know the umph when one can achieve in whatever one does. But, that doesn't seem to be attractive to them. They lack the enthusiasm I've hoped for. Ironically, I am the one who feel enthusiastic in whatever I've set my mind on. At times, maybe I'm too single minded in doing things; so, at the end I'll feel frustrated and disappointed.

I'm really at my wits end to try to influence them. Maybe, I should give them up.

Since I've started writing, things that happened in yesteryears just keep cropping up. At times, things and people that I thought I've long forgotten now return.
The nostalgic memories sadden me, at times. How I wish I could go back and tell them how much I love them. I really miss them and I miss him in particular.
Maybe, if I had the power to go back to the past, I may want to rewrite the ending of my stories of yesteryears.

Life is just like the images we see on the surface of the lake. They look so real and beautiful; but, within seconds, they can vanish without traces.

People who have touched my life and have passed by but never stopped for long, are always kept in the bottom of my heart.

Each time I hear a death, I'll sramble and search through my memory for those I've kept dearly within me.

Yesterday I read a beautifully sad orbituary, and today I heard a death. The former is a stranger, and the latter's wife is my acquaintance. But, that is enough to disturb me. That is enough to push me to live my life to the fullest. That is enough for me to treasure my life more dearly.

Recently, I always feel the urgency to treasure every living moment. The brevity of life makes me more cautious and mindful of what I can give to the others.

I've tried bring such awareness to the people around me; but, sadly, they are oblivion to it. At times, I've grown impatient with them; on the other, I feel like giving them up. But, most of the time, I'm torn between to be or not to be.

Maybe, I should go away from all these for a while. I think I need some breathing space, just to forget what I'm doing now. No matter how much I would wish to help them, to change them, to help them to stirve on, I can do very little about everything. Maybe, I'm over-zealously involved myself in my work. and, that's suffocating.

A new place, a new face, always triggers a lot of imagination. It's life, and it's rich and unpredictable.

Behind each farcade, there's a story to tell. Its rich tapestry of emotion makes the world that is called Life.

It's been years toying with the idea. Maybe, it's high time for me to start now. To get the stories off my chest, it's euphoric. Just write, like all the advice I've got from others. Get the stuff off your chest, and create.

I actually shy away from creative writing, as I just don't know where to start from. Thanks to the people who gave me an opportunity to edit a set of short stories recently. And, from then, the dying spark in me came alive. I have to start writing. Just write.

Talked about people whom we once loved with a friend, surprisingly, I couldn't even remember his name. I wonder how is he now? Where is he? What knind of life he's having? And, I'm bewildered how could I forget his name???

I can vaguely remember the painful moments; but, ironically, I indeed have forgotten him.

So, I really can't make myself believe in everlasting love.

High hopes invite great disappointment. I've always told myself not to have high hopes if I don't want to be disappointed. However, I don't seem to learn from my past experience. At times, I really don't know whether I'm naive of just being forgetful.

I always believe hardwork and perseverance will bring fruitful ending; but, I think very few people are convinced. I just don't know how to make them see such simple theory. I just don't know how to take short-cuts or should I say I just don't want to take short-cuts. I stubbornly uphold my own principles, even though knowing very well by doing so will bring heartaches.

Well, I just can't make myself to go against my principles!?

Life can be beautifully short. Many people avoid this topic and I really can't find anyone sharing my sentiments on life.

The brief encounter with people around us entices my life; but, I haven't really thought of having permanent imprint on them in my life.

If I were to tell my friends that I've never thought having them as friends forever. I wonder how will they react? Anyway, nothing is forever. So, I really treasure every moment I'm having. I'd try my very best to live my every day to the fullest. I'm enthusiastic towords my work, sincere in treating people around me, at times too honest, I guess. I just feel tired to disguise my feelings.

The impermanence in life pushes me to be proactive. I don't like to wait as I don't like to waste my time in waiting. I'd rather make the first move and go for the things I want.

Sound aggressive, but I'm not. Instead, I've learned to let go, especially let go of ill feeling, let go of hatred, let go of self! If we were to throw away the waste within us, we'll feel lighter and happier.

I've realised that if I treat people around me as my new found friends, I'd learn to appreciate them more as we tend to take old acquaintance for granted. We expect our friends understand us, be sensitive towards us, be there for us... If they can't comply with all these requirements, they are 'bad' friends. On the other hand, can we be like that to our friends?

Another important step to take in facing life: take every day as a new day. As the zen Buddhism believes that now is the moment as yesterday is an illusion and tomorrow may never come. If w can take good care of the present, tomorrow will be the effect of today's actions. So, the most important moment is now or never.