Hot summer

It’s been so hot lately, I swear desertification is happening right at my doorstep.

What used to be a muddy field separating my housing estate and the bus stop now has a clearly drying up stretch across it that is beginning to look like a path. Kudos to the occasional adverturous soul who set out to create it, it is finally surfacing! Soon we’ll have an ugly desert stretch across the field to convenience the busy folks who can’t afford a 30-second walk on the concrete path. How considerate.

At the corner of the field is another man-trodden path that is so short it merely gives the field a rounded corner. I’ve noticed how it drys up and partially disappears across the seasons and even relish a habitual ritual - I’ll walk the full corner whenever someone takes the path, and vice versa. In this way I’ve experienced both how it feels like to be behind someone who cuts corners and be ahead of someone by cutting corners. I’ve since concluded that cutting corners is just a cheap thrill.

Hello world!

New beginning.

Decided to move to WordPress because I’ve just noticed how much better the graphics look here. I’m superficial, I know. What do you expect from someone who argued 3 hours on the thickness of the line to use in a presentation? Anyway, the old blog http://oiying.blogspot.com will remain as it is, I will not delete it. It has moved in a direction that I don’t like, but I guess I should leave it as a memento of a phrase in my life.

Before I start, I think it’ll be good to set out some objectives of this blog (that’s a tad too long in business school!). This will be a blog about experiences, thoughts and opinions generally about places and other people. I aim to make writing and reading this blog enjoyable, which means I will consciously exclude rantings and chronological reportings of the happenings in a day. This is meant to be a non-pretentious and honest blog that will hopefully be witty and thoughtful - I will keep this aim in mind as I write.

Cheers to a blog that, as a friend commented on my oldest blog, will once again warrant the comment “Your blog has nothing about you!”. Only this time, I hope it’ll be better. This blog should have nothing about me, yet speak honestly about who I am.

Of Complaints

Been complaining a lot these days, about every damn thing.

Why write this term paper about global financial instablity? Such pretentious essays acting like I know all the reasons of global happenings and I’ve got the weight of the world on my shoulders. Not as if a stupid term paper is going to change the world.

As I agonize over it, I’m suddenly reminded of the happy girl contented with spending her life in a little shop. The not-very-bright and not-very-educated; the described to me as “I see your tertiary education is helping you. Look at her! She has no clue what you’re talking about!” girl.

I think of her, and I look at me. She works 66 hours a week in the confines of that little shop, but she is so happy she doesn’t know how pathetic she is. While I complain all day long about every damn thing.

She’s so fucking happy I don’t know which one of us is better off.