The City That Never Sleeps
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posted : June 29, 2007
Maybe, after a while we just get sick of all relationships, want to just be independent, alone, separated from the world, the things that tie us down to responsibilities everything just break away, free. At least now I feel like that. To just live by myself, on my own, away from the rest of the world, treat all the relations that I have like they never did exist. Sometimes I find people pressure people themselves. There is a constant need for people to impress people. However good we are, if we surpass that, go beyond who we are, the feeling we get is superb. Something unexplainable. Like as if you are the only conqueror in the defeated world. The constant pressure to be the beautiful person on the outside though you already are in the inside, to appear wealthy when we are not, seem to possess all the credit cards in the world when all that you receive when you are get home are bills and endless bills of constant reminders and debts. Is all this façade worth it? Just to own that Gucci bag we have been eyeing or that Christian Dior fragrance or that Chanel merchandise. Is the deal worth it? Like the Q’uran says never accumulate interest maybe each Man should follow such a principle at least- spend within your means. If you can’t afford means you can’t. No such thing as buying something which costs you bomb that you spend the rest of your entire life paying it off. Owning that Prada bag does not give you the power nor authority to be the person you are not does it. We are all human afterall. All born naked, the same. Maybe only the skin colour differs. But then again we were all created by the Almighty. From the same creator, the same source. Rich or poor. Deaf or mute. He creates and therefore we are. So why does pressure exist just to be part of the high life, the rich of famous, strutting into Paragon, walking along Town carrying designer labels? Is the crux of human life down to if you can afford a pool house by the back of your house or something. Sorry, The OC had its influence. But besides the point, money does not at least should not define you, nor measure your success. Yeah, I don’t deny you don’t need money to live and all. You need. And once in a while it’s also ok to treat, pamper yourself to high life. But get back to reality. You can’t always go shopping, have fine dining, have weekly spas, manicure, pedicure and all the etc. So why put yourself through so much just to have the moment or two like Posh Spice or Tiger Woods whose life may revolve around that cause of the zillions that’s pouring into their pockets by the minute, because of endorsements, titles and you name it. Be who you are. At the same time aim high, achieve something that was once maybe beyond you. Find pleasure, happiness in the smaller things in life. Like maybe doing something for another without expecting anything in return. Seeing that person beam with happiness for someone like you having come to his rescue should give the kind of satisfaction like zipping your credit card for a thousand dollar purchase in a boutique. At least it should if you are human enough to realise what happiness means to you. If not you would be probably like any other whiling away Friday nights at Zouk or Ministry of Sound with a cigar in hand, probably as good as wearing nothing for only dabs of clothes hang down to cover the bare essentials. Dancing with the person whom you know hardly anything other than maybe his name and of course that he’s hot maybe or she’s cute. But that seems to be in thing these days the minute you hit 18 or even before that. Why can’t it be like meet on a Friday night have good food, catch a movie or two, catch up on each other lives or maybe invite your besties over to your place for a good chat, drinks. A clean record. At least it reduces the number of passive smokers though smokers population is on the rise. Is the world ending or something I often wonder? People must change. It can’t be just one or two. It’s the majority whose doing this. Pass by Clarke Quay every Friday, Saturday night you will get the idea. Both locals and foreigners. Is it all just the foreign culture, to club, drink, smoke in the name of socialize, establish network. I wonder. Talking about network. Friendster. Who lives next to you. Sykpe. MSN. Flixster. Tagged. You name it. We’ve got it here. All in the name of communication. Networking with people all over the world, island. Beyond the ocean, sea everything. Is there a need for all this? Pick up the phone. Make the call if you have to. You wanna say you thought of person. Say so! You wanna say you missed the person. Say so! You wanna end with a love you. Say so! Don’t exchange emotions over the net. You’re literally throwing your life away. At least for me that’s how I think of it. What’s the point of using cutesy images and all when in person you just can’t seem to get along. Ironic, it sounds. Those friendster profiles that speak so little though it may take hours to create from describing yourself to the favourite this and that. Has knowing a person come down to something so low that can be just listed in like a 1 page kind of thing. So if the person you click on happens to share similar interests you add him or her and hurray you are 1 step closer to hitting a limit of thousand friends in one account. And then you go create a second account and the cycle repeats again. Have fun. Party, go wild, be naked if you want to. But once in a while. Don’t make that your life. Or rather don’t center your life around that. If you can’t afford to dine in an exquisite restaurant for a special occasion, just do it over a simple home cooked meal, or get take aways, sit in the comfort of your home, and share your thoughts, make love. Take a stroll along the beach. Watch the sunset. Feel the wind. So many things that hardly cost a cent. No point living in the fast lane, speeding in a MAZDA X5 or FERRARI for that matter when you can’t get your finances straight. Splurge on books, education, wealth. Gain something. Not just monetary acquisitions. Something that shapes you, your thinking. For who you are today. Take time to think peace in between the busy life we all seem to have. The pursuit for money has made us forget the world, people we live with, even ourselves at times. Made us not power hungry but cash hungry. Terribly. Look at just what a powerless, piece of note can do to man. Change the principles, values that you were grown up, instilled with. All in the paper chase. These are my thoughts. But that doesn’t mean I’m not a victim to all of the above mentioned. I’m part of this vicious cycle as well. But not reached the extreme yet. Never will I also. But I like to pamper myself for what I am. For the thoughts I have. For the love I give and receive. For the faith and trust people have on me. For the peace I have with myself. For everything that I can call my own. The feeling that this is personal to me not like a Bebe top that any can lavish on. Money does not equal happiness, at least it should not be for humans like us who are supposed to be able to feel, sense so much more. Intangible things like love, compassion, hurt, pain, guilt, sympathy, sorrow… Shopping, debts, credit cards, drinking, clubbing, smoking has become the new religion. When will the world stop, think, reflect, change? When I ask will nights be spent with a loved one over a good meal and chat instead of dancing with you rubbing with another’s lover. Love. I ask. Is this love? Share moments with each other. Moments that are worth remembering, treasuring. Moments are yours to create. Create them well. |
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