Sunday, September 26, 2010

Going up?


If someone told you to get inside a huge box, wait patiently while they close its lids, shuffle it around, re-open it, and it'll get you closer to where you need to be, would you do it? Well if you said no, think about it the next time you board an elevator. And if you said yes, you obviously weren't paying much attention in primary school when they were teaching you the safety of knowing "stranger danger!" and "you can't touch me there!"


 

I find it a little awkward waiting for elevators to open. It's like I press the 'up' button to call the elevator, but it's still stuck on its current floor. I then go to repeatedly mash the up button, thinking it would make the elevator notice me, but it's like the elevator just replies "Yeah, just wait man! Take a chill-pill while I meet and greet some peeps along the way between where you are and where I am currently at." I don't know why the elevators I imagine are ghetto, but I find them very rude.

Whenever an elevator is opening just as I arrive in the foyer, I immediately jump in. And when I say jump in, I mean I dive at the closing doors with my outstretched arms and retardedly try to pry it open with my finger tips. This causes the people waiting in the foyer to look at me like I'm some sort of crazy man. The person inside the elevator presses the 'open-door' button, but of course they always press it too late, and by the time the elevator opens up again, I've already looked like a zoo's baboon trying to scratch its way into a crate of coconuts. Of course, the doors are designed to open when it senses something between them, but in my mind, I just opened steel doors with my fingers. I'm bloody superman.

At this point, it's too late to ask the elevatoring commuters "is this going up?". I've already swan dived into the damn thing. I have to commit. And with my luck, most of the time the elevator goes in the opposite direction that I want. As it descends, people leave floor by floor, until there's only me and another person left in the elevator as it approaches the last floor. At the very bottom floor, the elevator opens up, and the other person walks out. Knowing it is the only floor left to get off, the guy looks back at me bewildered as to why I'm still in the elevator. All I can do is look back with an expression that says "I screwed up", and feel slightly stupid as the elevator goes back up. I shrug it off, and move on from the awkward situation. Until the elevator returns to the foyer level, and I feel the stares of the people who saw me babooning into the elevator, still inside the very same elevator. I have no idea who these strangers are, but I still feel deeply embarrassed.

This is just my own opinion from too much analysing of things I shouldn't, but I think that people only see themselves either on the way up or on the way down. We are never ever really 'in the moment'. I mean, we all experience 'moments', but upon reflection, we don't treat these experiences as isolated instances.  We compare it to moments that preceded it, moments we expect to come, and all the moments connected to the newly thought up ones. We're either on our way up, where we're looking forward to the promises of having more tomorrow, or on the way down where we're frantically clawing for the possessions of yesterday.

Even the thought of "going up" is still relative. Imagine a building where every floor is progressively better than the one below. We start off at level 5. Where this has been our level of "normal" for as long as we can remember, and all you want is to get higher and make your way to level 7. And then you're allowed to jump to level 8. Of course, you're ecstatic at first to have moved up. You're at a better place than you were yesterday. But over time, level 8 doesn't feel higher anymore. You get use to the surroundings of the 8th floor and eventually it becomes your new 'normal'. And then you're able to go to level 10. Ecstatic at first, but eventually the feeling of normalcy hits. You continually progress higher and higher until you find yourself stuck at a floor that you just can't get above. You're stagnated at the highest point you've ever been so far, but eventually, this becomes your new and only level of 'normal'. And eventually, normal won't be good enough anymore.

If you don't have anything to look forward to, then you'll be stuck. Change is inevitable, and if you can't go up, then, sooner or later, the only way for you would be down. Everyone knows what it's like to be on the way down, it sucks. I think the way to reverse the trend is to have a reason to believe, a promise, or have the hope that tomorrow will be better than your yesterday. I'm not saying that people are always wanting more and are never happy. What I'm saying is that you can be happy, but still want more at the same time. Good enough is should never be what we're aiming for. I think happiness is the continual act of knowing you have something to look forward to.

I've actually had the general concept of this blog entry in my head for the last couple of weeks, but I've never known how to end it to reflect where I stand on this whole "up or down" trend. And if I had written this 2 days ago, or anytime before that, I think I would've ended it on quite a gloomy note. I mean, nothing has really changed, I still feel I've been idle on a floor that I've been wanting to get off of for such a long time, and there doesn't seem to be any indication that I'm gonna be moving up anytime soon. But, for the first time for as long as I can remember, and for absolutely no reason at all, I am hopeful.

=)

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

* Why so busy?

Sorry I haven't been updating as frequently as I would like, but I am currently drowning in all my assignments right now. I have an online assessment due this midnight, I have another assignment due on Thursday, and an 8000 word report due on Friday. Next week (which is the week my "holiday" is suppose to start) I have an mid semester exam on Monday, a Lab session on Wednesday, and another mid sem on Friday. And I am currently sick. But no matter, as you can see from the picture which represents my upcoming fortnight, I am completely handling everything.

There's always that point in the semester where, up until then you think "I got this uni thing all under control", and then, out of nowhere, you're screwed. Deadlines like to be hidden when it's all the way down the calendar, but when it has you in shouting distance it likes to surprise rape you from behind. Pain in the ass.

Okay, I know I've said that I'm against updates that recount day-to-day, but bear with me. Last Saturday I went to a dress up birthday party. The theme was "groups", i.e. you could dress up as anything you want, as long as you were in some sort of duo/trio/quartet/fivetet/sixpaloo/etc. I dressed as one of the MIB. I even made my own ID card.

My new driver's Licence
Despite how it looks, I actually put a lot of effort into that. Even though I had my costume prepared, I realised that I didn't have any friends that would dress up the same as me. I also realised that I didn't have any friends. So I decided to make one. Literally.

He's like a friend, but better...because he can't leave you...but he can melt in water though, that dumb idiot
Anyway, I am really swamped! I'm rushing to get everything completed, I shouldn't even be doing an update, but all of you are just too damn cool. So I'll go back to proper posting in about 2 weeks time. So why not just read old posts and pretend they're new..and funny. So until then, come back for me? Please? I LOVE YOU ALL!!! (except for one of you. YOU know who you are! (kidding...bitch (sorry...(spaghetti!!!))))

Sunday, September 5, 2010

I want...

Just came back from cousin's wedding not that long ago. It might have had something to do with the candle lit backdrops and the amount of booze that I consumed, but seeing two people get lost in each other's teary gaze as if they were the only two people in the room, knowing that they had found the person of their dreams. I know I'm sounding super corny, but it sure was...something...And it really got me thinking.

By no means am I just gonna rush out and just try to find someone to call my own. I'm not gonna be with someone, just for the sake of being with someone. But it still makes me wonder about those days where I give up going out to the city at night, and instead opt to stay home to catch up on those last minute assignments. What if, by not going, I missed out on meeting the girl of my dreams (if there even is such a thing)? Then I realise that that girl isn't going to be clubbing at 3a.m. Even if she is, I wouldn't want her to chat up a stranger, in this case me. I want someone who'll have the time of her life, while being contained when it comes to sleazy advances by randoms. I want someone who can catch my attention, and actually be able to keep it. I want someone who likes bands, but doesn't love them to the point where she won't listen to anything else. I want someone who can make me feel like what I'm doing is worth a lot, yet at the same time not enough, making me want to constantly improve on who I was yesterday.  I want someone who can say to me "Hey, how 'bout you hang out with your boys tonight while I hang out with my girls." I want someone who's waiting for me to call her, but is too stubborn to call me herself. I want someone who wants to be with me, but doesn't need to be with me. I want someone who'll not necessarily complete my list, but make me forget I even had one in the first place.

This girl of my dreams is, most likely, right now with her boyfriend, albeit a lame boyfriend. And she's already starting to know that he's lame. Probably a nice guy for her to be around, but no interest or sparks are happening between the two. And I want her to be with her lame boyfriend for now, so it gives her something to contrast me against when/if she finally meets me.

I want...I want...I just want to go to sleep for now...I'm tired, groggy and a little bit tipsy. Goodnight everybody, hope you all sleep well tonight.