have you ever felt so small?
have you ever walked aimlessly down shelves and shelves full of books at the library, and pondered the impossibility of reading e.v.e.r.y book ever written?
have you ever wondered what good you could ever contribute to society, when just about everything's been done at least once before?
have you sat by the beach and thought about the difference between today's sunset and yesterday's? and the day before? and the day before that? and...
have you trudged up a path, and wondered how many other people who've walked there that same day have seen that little weed-with-the-small-yellow-flower growing in the crack on the ground?
have you ever sat in an exam hall, and imagined you knew the student who sat at that very same spot years and years ago?
have you trekked through a trail in a forest, and thought about the thoughts of other weary travellers wandering the same path?
have you looked at your thumb, and wondered if, really, there couldn't be someone else with the same thumbprint as you?
have you ever wondered if there were really no 2 snowflakes that were alike?
have you just sat listening to the crashing waves, and wondered if everyone held a 1-litre carton of seawater, how much of it would remain?
have you thought about someone, or something, just to have it appear (or happen) right before your eyes?
my answer to all these questions, is, yes. sometimes, it makes me wonder why i have to work or hold a job to validate my existence. there's simply so much wondering to do.
have you ever wondered what good you could ever contribute to society, when just about everything's been done at least once before?
have you sat by the beach and thought about the difference between today's sunset and yesterday's? and the day before? and the day before that? and...
have you trudged up a path, and wondered how many other people who've walked there that same day have seen that little weed-with-the-small-yellow-flower growing in the crack on the ground?
have you ever sat in an exam hall, and imagined you knew the student who sat at that very same spot years and years ago?
have you trekked through a trail in a forest, and thought about the thoughts of other weary travellers wandering the same path?
have you looked at your thumb, and wondered if, really, there couldn't be someone else with the same thumbprint as you?
have you ever wondered if there were really no 2 snowflakes that were alike?
have you just sat listening to the crashing waves, and wondered if everyone held a 1-litre carton of seawater, how much of it would remain?
have you thought about someone, or something, just to have it appear (or happen) right before your eyes?
my answer to all these questions, is, yes. sometimes, it makes me wonder why i have to work or hold a job to validate my existence. there's simply so much wondering to do.
posted by limegreenspyda at 12:20:00 am
20 Comments:
Ooh.
How coincidental! I spent my 10days of holiday at Melbourne and now I'm back in Perth.
Perth's beautiful huh.
Yeap! i thought of the questions u asked... not all of course but some...
There is only one conclusion... that is... pple like us think too much! =) haha!
i always have the weirdest questions and always thinking abt stuff that most pple would not even bother... looks like we're alike =)
visits to library makes me want to borrow many books at once on impulse and read them all!
too bad, have since lost the drive to read books all at one go since the time i was preparing to take my O's
If a little kid ever asks you a question, treat the question with enormous importance, and do your best to answer it.
pat: loved perth. didn't remember liking it this much when i last visited 9 yrs ago! so how was melbs? did you like it?
pangster: sometimes i also wonder if there's anyone who thinks about the same inane things as me! looks like there is!
kachuaz: somehow, for me, a book is only desirable in the library. it loses its appeal after i've brought it home. this is especially true for books i have to read for research purposes... hmmm.
r h: it's important not to talk down to children. they know when you're doing it - belittling them. and they don't appreciate it. have you been asked such a question by a kid before?
hisreason: on the other side of the world from singas? hmmm. would that be somewhere in south america? :)
Melbourne, definitely busier than Perth..
And.. I feel like I'm in a rush all the time in melbs..
And I didn't really like it. HaHa :P
I loved the shopping though.
The weather's kinda like perth lah...
(:
Well let's just say that sarcasm is probably the worst response. When I was a small chap there was a news story about some lost hikers who were eventually found sitting on a river bank. I asked the drunks at my place why the hikers didn't just find their way out by following the river. I got the following impatient answer: OH! Because they're not as smart as you!
Well, that's a good laugh. Because I know now that drunks are the dumbest bastards on earth.
pat: yeah, you'll feel like that in melbs. but some people actually like this characteristic! for me, i like laid-back perth... aaaah...
r h: quick though i am to agree with you about drunks being dumbass, there may be reasons behind their incessant drinking. hard to tell, though.
but many adults i've seen so far tend to think they are know-it-alls, and conversely, that kids know nothing. both are blatant fibs.
The reasons behind their incessant drinking is they are gutless with no brains.
I don't know if I can continue commenting here, you haven't commented ONCE on my Ballroom blog.
r h: well, i've clicked on your blogger profile countless times before, and, like about 300-odd of your adoring fans at the Ballroom, have been disappointed. the last i checked out while i was at the Ballroom, it was Crystal who was the one blogging. so unless Robert is the same person as Crystal.... hmmm.
and just for the record, i've commented ONCE at the Ballroom. nyah nyah.
Miss Crystal is Miss Brownie ('Go Away Please'). Same person. She is a nagger. She nagged me to blog something. And so I did, in her Ballroom:
STARVATION IS THE SWEETEST SORROW!
That was my blog. My big effort. And it's a killer. I'd recommend it to anyone.
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Robert.
I'm sorry. STARVATION IS SUCH SWEET SORROW! That was my blog. In the Ballroom.
Are you from Singapore? I was stuck there for ten days. It's just one big shopping mall - with a bit of Indian takeaway. Very dull.
r h: didn't manage to find STARVATION... instead, found some anecdote about a lecherous old codger and a $20 note that disappeared in a cleavage!
yeah that's where i hail from. singapore can be really dull if you don't know where to look (or go). ten days is a long time to spend in that tiny claustrophobia-inducing island! what did you do there?
I stayed in a hostel full of loud Americans; skinny beanpole men and yogi-style women.
I walked around, trying to avoid Americans, and ate spicy food at open air Indian cafes. I took a rickshaw ride, but when I saw how punishing it was on the bike rider I got out and walked. I watched a group of Americans arrive at a sleaze bar in one of these rickshaws, and then underpay the man for the ride. I saw them argue with him, laughing all the while. A huge joke.
Singapore is a lesson for the whole world. Lee Kwan Yew took it from nothing to a First World Nation. A proud Nation. And deservedly so.
r h: sounds like you stayed in the Little India district, or thereabouts. and that's a trishaw ride you took, i think, and not a rickshaw.
trishaws involve a guy riding a bicycle, with his cartload of 1-2 persons in an attached cart.
rickshaws (an obsolete practice, or has been abolished) are the human equivalent of a horse-drawn cart. no bicycles to help the rickshaw-puller our.
the status of the nation is rightly one to be proud of, since it came into being within the span of 40 years after independence. kudos to lee kwan yew. but the identity... well, there's always debate on the issue of pride in any kind of national identity anyway, isn't there?
hey spyda, dinch u once ran a hostel too? maybe it was ur hostel that was full of loud americanos and yogi (bears) women.
pink sleaze: haha you did, too, i'm afraid! but nope, that place was filled more with dirty old pervs, mostly! :D
Being a dirty old perv is my exact speed. I'd have had the room next to the bathroom, with a hole bored in the wall.
I carry that little drill everywhere.
Well let's just say that Kwan Yew was the Churchill of Asia. His war was with Western middle class bums who wouldn't have a haircut. They arrived in Singapore with their tresses pushed up under short wigs. Strolling around in the heat like that almost killed them. The delicate little darlings.
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