wow, i havent updated in ages:) HMM holidays went by in a blur, india trip, prefect stuffs and such. sigh come to think of it, i dindt go out to meet my friends other than the prefects at all! i feel bad.
but its okay now, school's started, ive seen alot of them!:)
i was just listening to the radio, dan ong was saying how he read this article abt chance vs choice.

he said sth like, how when we come across something or someone that we like, its called chance. what we do after that is oour choice.
haha, sorry im paraphrasing cos he was actually giving advice to this woman who was having an affair. ha. ha. not very applicable now is it.

but yes, i thought it made sense and i guess it gives me some kind of dierection in a way. i know i can be indifferent sometimes, and thats not really good is it. i think i should always feel something towards everything. going with the flow cant always be that good.

i guess in a way, what i encounter ( the problems, stress! and incidents) can be classified as chance. what i do after that, is totally up to me, even if i do choose to feel nothing. i make a CHOICE.

but really, his little slice of life sparked a weirder thought in me. ha. ha. isnt that always the case..?

why do people always connect really complicated intellectual thoughts with simple words or phrases that sound SO catchy!? i guess the percularity and smartness of those odd words just make people sit up and listen to the rest of it.

then i realised that simplicity is in fact the real key to life.. or problems in general. i guess in a way everyone sort of makes their lives complicated. maybe its human nature to twist and turn things.

i know im guilty of it sometimes. perhaps its because it makes my life feel fuller, more meaningful, more exciting and more of something remotely resembling . life. in a way.

in fact, i think it does more harm that any amount of good that it could possibly bring.

it was chance that i turned on the radio when that discussion was aired. but its my really choice to try to change.

what ever happened to the things you loved, the songs we played,
On the Indian days?
What ever happened to the things you gave away,
Like 'Harold and Maude' and singing?
I was waving as you drove away.
The sunlight was falling.
You were writing backwards
in a dusty windowpane.
Angels fly in the air tonight.
Saying, Wasn't it just like swimming
out on the lake?
Stars collide, and the air's alive.
Or was it just like those promises that you made
on our last night?

ps im feeling incredibly warm and fuzzy today.:)