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Haiku traffic signs

troublemakerfifi — Thu, 15 Dec 2011 01:49:21 +0000

New York City has launched a new set of traffic signs–written in haiku poems. They’re designed to encourage people to be more sensitive and share the street. I kinda like them.

time

troublemakerfifi — Sat, 05 Nov 2011 16:32:56 +0000

Time, is NOT money.

it never is, and never will be.

time is priceless, it keeps running, but it is not infinite for you and me.

all this while, i’ve always felt like i was dealt the alternative cards in my life. it always felt like i was in the wrong place at the wrong time in whichever stage of life. when people were out living the time of their lives, i was pursuing the little solitary leisures and hobbies. when people start to focus on building their careers, i was pursuing my little kids around the house and managing the family. when people were at that stage of self-enrichment, learning new things and taking up hobbies, i was focused on pursuing and enriching those of my children.

but then, i realized that i shouldnt feel that my cards were the lower hand. in fact, they GIVE me the upper hand in comparison. it is how you spend your time that matters eventually. would i be happier if i had spent my time the conventional way that most people would have? graduate at 20s, party til 30s, slog up the corporate ladder til 50s, maybe get married halfway and have children from 35s, try bonding with them during the weekends or maybe none at all, days passing by in a haze, then retire at 60s and realize that they seem to have grown up too fast, and when finally am ready to slow down, spend more time and be more hands-on with the family, and realize that there really isnt much time left at all.

is that what i want of life?

this undesirable, conventional way of life?

well, maybe not.

actually, definitely not.

after the trials and tribulations and the early struggles of starting a family young, younger than the norm, it made me realize how this matures one thinking so much, and how it makes one become a very selfless person (this theory does not apply to all people). it makes one realize most people out there are still living in their tiny little bubble of me, myself and I. not that it is an atrocity in any sense, but people who are very me-centric, they tend to think the whole world revolves around them and they just dont get the real meaning of life.

but then again, there are people who after being parents, STILL remain very me-centric. those, are the people, whom i have absolutely no respect for and to even be in the same room as them would be an insult to my intelligence. now, i agree that i’m digressing a little. but that’s something i have to get it off my chest.

back to time.

i am happy, because i have reason to. ive been spending my time mostly with people i love, and what is really worth being happy about it is that i am in my youth, in a period of time when i am still young, alert and energetic. and it is this that makes me even more aware that i am enjoying the time spent with my loved ones. if i am now spending most of my time slogging at work to move up in my career and earn more $, sure i can do it, i am young, but i bet i wouldnt be as happy as i am now. i might get the occasional burst of excitement from retail therapy as my pay rises, and i can go out partying 3-4 times a week, getting happily drunk and making merry, but at the end of the day, i just ruin my health and generally, that kind of happiness is shortlived, forgettable and basically unconstructive to the mind, body and soul in the long run.

what we should be looking for, is ENRICHING happiness. not shortlived happiness, neither should it be self-orchestrated, forgettable (ie retail therapy, partying etc) happiness. happiness that is enriching comes naturally, you might not realize or enjoy the effects immediately, but such happiness comes gradually and when it hits you, it enriches your life and brightens your soul.

think of your life as a burning flame of fire. do you forever want to survive and just depend on the occasional bursts of oxygen to keep the flame going, or do you want to have that trusted somebody/somebodies to constantly add wood to sustain your fire and keep your flame burning stronger and even brighter?

if at this stage of reading til here, you are confused or think that im writing a whole bunch of rubbish, just think back on the time you have spent in your life: how much of it was truly happy? and how much of it you felt belonged to the “my time/that part of my life was wasted” category? did the things that you do really matter in the end?

enlightenment, it is. no pun intended.

it is a complex concept, no doubt. but nobody ever told you life was easy.

we will never have all the time in the world. but how you choose to spend it, tells a whole lot about you to others, and most importantly, to yourself.

if i were to think back for myself, i will say that what i had done – my graduation, working life, was really pretty much forgettable and unimpactful to my life compared to the past 3 yrs. what i am not implying, is that people only are happier if they have their own families with kids.

what i am saying is that, i feel that these 3yrs of time spent with my family is the most well-spent comparing to everything else (besides my childhood). these are the times that i will carry with me til the day i breathe my last. these hours, minutes and seconds that piece together every single precious memory, has enriched my life and made me a better person than i was. this, is the time i will never regret spending and i wouldnt considered it lost time because it has become a part of me.

and i just wanna say, i love you – mr ho shi an. thank you for being a part of my life.

love always,
fifi

drool

troublemakerfifi — Thu, 03 Nov 2011 01:44:54 +0000

to put it simply, i am no foodie. but this http://www.roostblog.com/ is photography and food at its finest.

this totally sums up everything

troublemakerfifi — Mon, 24 Oct 2011 05:41:07 +0000

another lovely bottle!

troublemakerfifi — Thu, 13 Oct 2011 09:16:29 +0000

so many lovely parfum designs going around…..sigh.

lobster bisque

troublemakerfifi — Thu, 13 Oct 2011 07:35:39 +0000

how lovely if we have a halloween tradition over here. oh, the costumes.

The Red Flower

troublemakerfifi — Mon, 10 Oct 2011 07:53:42 +0000

The Little Boy
by Helen Buckley
Once a little boy went to school.
He was quite a little boy
And it was quite a big school.
But when the little boy
Found that he could go to his room
By walking right in from the door outside
He was happy;
And the school did not seem
Quite so big anymore.
One morning
When the little boy had been in school awhile,
The teacher said:
“Today we are going to make a picture.”
“Good!” thought the little boy.
He liked to make all kinds;
Lions and tigers,
Chickens and cows,
Trains and boats;
And he took out his box of crayons
And began to draw.
But the teacher said, “Wait!”
“It is not time to begin!”
And she waited until everyone looked ready.
“Now,” said the teacher,
“We are going to make flowers.”
“Good!” thought the little boy,
He liked to make beautiful ones
With his pink and orange and blue crayons.
But the teacher said “Wait!”
“And I will show you how.”
And it was red, with a green stem.
“There,” said the teacher,
“Now you may begin.”
The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower
Then he looked at his own flower.
He liked his flower better than the teacher’s
But he did not say this.
He just turned his paper over,
And made a flower like the teacher’s.
It was red, with a green stem.
On another day
When the little boy had opened
The door from the outside all by himself,
The teacher said:
“Today we are going to make something with clay.”
“Good!” thought the little boy;
He liked clay.
He could make all kinds of things with clay:
Snakes and snowmen,
Elephants and mice,
Cars and trucks
And he began to pull and pinch
His ball of clay.
But the teacher said, “Wait!”
“It is not time to begin!”
And she waited until everyone looked ready.
“Now,” said the teacher,
“We are going to make a dish.”
“Good!” thought the little boy,
He liked to make dishes.
And he began to make some
That were all shapes and sizes.
But the teacher said “Wait!”
“And I will show you how.”
And she showed everyone how to make
One deep dish.
“There,” said the teacher,
“Now you may begin.”
The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish;
Then he looked at his own.
He liked his better than the teacher’s
But he did not say this.
He just rolled his clay into a big ball again
And made a dish like the teacher’s.
It was a deep dish.
And pretty soon
The little boy learned to wait,
And to watch
And to make things just like the teacher.
And pretty soon
He didn’t make things of his own anymore.
Then it happened
That the little boy and his family
Moved to another house,
In another city,
And the little boy
Had to go to another school.
This school was even bigger
Than the other one.
And there was no door from the outside
Into his room.
He had to go up some big steps
And walk down a long hall
To get to his room.
And the very first day
He was there,
The teacher said:
“Today we are going to make a picture.”
“Good!” thought the little boy.
And he waited for the teacher
To tell what to do.
But the teacher didn’t say anything.
She just walked around the room.
When she came to the little boy
She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?”
“Yes,” said the lttle boy.
“What are we going to make?”
“I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher.
“How shall I make it?” asked the little boy.
“Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher.
“And any color?” asked the little boy.
“Any color,” said the teacher.
“If everyone made the same picture,
And used the same colors,
How would I know who made what,
And which was which?”
“I don’t know,” said the little boy.
And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.

it is a sin to stifle the creativity of a child.

fifi

another telling sign

troublemakerfifi — Fri, 07 Oct 2011 02:46:45 +0000

i say, these signs are around alot these days, arent they?

“Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to….love what you do. Remembering that I’ll be dead soon is the most important tool I’ve ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything – all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure – these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart. Your time is limited. Don’t waste it living someone else’s life” - Steve Jobs

and another poignant design for us to remember the once-visionary by:

so long,

fifi

how

troublemakerfifi — Fri, 07 Oct 2011 01:46:10 +0000

is your life actually measured in this world we live in?

HOW?

fifi.

lovely advice to heed

troublemakerfifi — Mon, 03 Oct 2011 02:34:12 +0000

this is such an apt time for something like this. rather than face some sort of a almost-midlife-crisis or trudge alone wearily like what most people do, it is really invigorating and essential to the soul to heed such an advice.

long live mark twain,
fifi