monkeycrap's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I always wanted to be somebody, but now I realize I should have been more specific. - Lily Tomlin Just an observation. I've heard from people and read from blogs about how people who are seemingly nasty and loathsome are actually pretty nice inside, and how people who are seemingly friendly and nice are, well, not, once you get to know them better. I'm not trying to disprove any point here, it's actually pretty true to a large extent (all salespeople will continue to remain the nicest people ever, I believe), or stand on any side of this equation. I don't have to, considering the fact that i'm not pretty nice and friendly on the outside, and am actually worse on the inside. Not my point though. What i'm saying is let's skim beneath the surface of things here. I think it's pretty simple really. Nice people, in being nice to everyone they come across, will have to eventually reach a point where they reach a conflict of interest between people and thus have to balance the conflict. This is usually seen as being hypocritical or taking advantage of the situation. It's not that there aren't 'nice' people who are actually waiting for opportunities to take advantage of, for their own personal benefit. It's that not many see the complications of niceness, that a bad move by a nice person is viewed as a greater sin than the same one of a not so nice person. On the other hand, if you're loathsome and mean on the outside, you'd better be someone who's better than you appear to be on the outside, unless you wanna be hooted to death on some sidewalk along sungei anklong ave 5. Which is why i'm avoiding that place at all costs. No choice la, always so unfriendly, every year win 'fiend of singa' award. On a day's notice, went on a short 2-day trip with mum and sis to the sleepy seaside town of port dickson, malaysia last weekend. Went there the ghetto way, my kind of way. Coach, bus kilangs (which reeked of air-con fumes) and teksis(of which some had carton cardboard for their rear windshield). But anyway in that town, time really stands still on the bridge of development. So do the houseflies, on the bihun gorengs, actually. Honestly, I think I ate more housefly eggs than anything else there. But yeah, was really relaxing, the place. Especially the beaches. The sunset was dazzling in a delicate kind of way, with the cirrus clouds, garnished with a tinge of tangerine-red thanks to the sun, overlapping one another in an finespun swirl, creating a halo of orange light that meets the South China Sea. Romantik sia. Of course, sentiments not entirely echoed by my sis, who responded to my exclamation by saying, "Romantic la, but you not with anyone now so romatic also no use what." Right. Of course. Saw groups of Malay families, having picnics and waiting for time to break fast, before tucking into their meal, made all the more scrumptious by the unfolding sunset. Saw a little boy, no more than 5 years old, having puasa-ed and tahan-ed the entire day long, tucking into his well deserved packet of nasi ayam. Delightful sights, those. Also had an interesting conversation with the guy that sold us return bas, i mean bus, tickets. Got somemore to say, but have to go off now. Going for a run, then movie, then to watch soccer. Later. Take care. 10:30 a.m. - 2005-10-29 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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