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This was the closest I’ve been to facing death, and I hope it’s the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept. No one wants to die, even people who want to go to Heaven don’t want to die to get there, and yet, death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because death is very likely the single best invention of life. It’s life’s change agent; it clears out the old to make way for the new. right now, the new is you. But someday, not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it’s quite true. Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma, which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice, heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.

– Steve Jobs, Stanford Commencement Speech 2005

source: freerepublic.com

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i’ve had the first 3 seconds of daft punk’s “harder, better, stronger” (the un-kanye’d version) stuck in my head all day. i guess it’s my fault. in between, i’ve thought about my prospects for 2011…and i’m just like, let’s just keep daft punk on repeat shall we.

gym. a man with a compelling jaw line and a young goatee walked in. he was dressed in dark blue tank top that was cut perfectly to show off an array of tribal tattoos on his right scapula. i could only think of how much i dislike tribal tattoos as i ran.

i’ve come to enjoy candour and sheer honesty, to talk about so-called taboo topics without flinching a facial muscle or fading off mid-sentence because the embarrassment is too much to bear. for instance, i do not think it is vulgar to talk about adult activities first thing in the morning. however, i do think it is quite vulgar to talk about work all the time.

this morning on the bus, i saw a twentysomething man with a ziplock bag of 4 macarons on his lap: lavender, gold, cream and light green in colour. he got off the bus with a suitcase one stop before i did. i entertained myself with the thought that it might’ve been a gift for his girlfriend all the way from paris; for i was trying to quash the skeptic in me.

i think i’ve been living in cities for too long. i never thought i’d say that – ever. i feel the sudden need to travel, see the rest of the world, be anonymous, pack up and go. not that i haven’t travelled in the past year, because i have, and i’ve been super lucky to see all that i have. however, i’ve only seen cities and beaches and malls and stores. i haven’t even covered my part of the world yet: siem reap, phnom penh, laos, jakarta, amritsar, new delhi, bangalore, to name but a few. when i do, i will have no luxurious hotels, no poolside breakfasts, nothing. i’m going to leave with just my eastpak, dirty sneakers, cut off denim shorts, TV screen glasses, and a bottle of green tea a la the Travelling Cat. and definitely no bloody laptop.