Sometimes i wonder if all promises are made with the intention, however slight, to be broken to a certain extent. Is it the foolish young that make such thoughtless commitments, only to cry in the shadows later, or is it the weary and jaded old that look back bitterly?
If you really think about it, just about everything can be broken. And as long as it's breakable, some idiot WILL indeed break it eventually. Like promises. Like careless hearts you give away without a single thought. Even Corelle plates, which are supposedly unbreakable but betray you when you need them the most.
Even Korean rice cakes aren't meant to be trusted; rice cakes that are supposed to turn smooth and springy in the rich chilli broth can suddenly turn around and decide that they are better off being inedible and disgustingly hard. This, despite all the loving stirring and attention you might have been showering on it for the better part of an hour. And i hate it when dishes don't turn out nice. bleh.
Went to the korean supermarket with mom and the sister on sunday, and what greeted me over the ice-cream fridge was one of the most blatantly racist posters i've seen in Singapore so far; a sign that read 'We only cater to Korean customers. We apologise for the inconvinience'. Verbatim, mind you. Didn't help that the ugly korean cashier was giving me dirty looks for speaking to my sister in english. If my father had been there with us, i bet her head would have bowed so low, her forehead would have had dirt marks. Was that sign really necessary?
Sometimes, some things are better left unsaid. But what happens when you want to say something so badly, but either lack the courage to say it, or simply can't bring yourself to? Perhaps that's why some things are better left unsaid. At least some illusions would remain unshattered, and whatever good memories can remain despite all the bile. But still i wonder. How many times have any of us wanted to say something but stopped ourselves, only to regret it 5, 10 years down the road? It's an even gamble, i suppose. Like wearing a high-cut singlet to Sentosa on a hot day and getting an ugly tan line. But that's besides the point.
With each new beginning, there has had to be an ending. For something new to start, something old must have died . And when this happens, don't we all sometimes wonder if the painful end was worth it? I just wondered over the weekend. Like how, for someone to win, somebody else has to lose. But how about those who enter the battle already knowing that they've lost the fight? Is it smarter to just not start, or is it better to go in and hope for the best? You tell me.
A yellow duck is staring at me as i type this, and it's looking sideways to an empty seat next to me. Isn't that the way most of us live? We're so busy living with our heads turned towards what's missing that we often fail to look what's in front of us and what we have. But then again, if we're so easily contented with what we have now, how are we supposed to live better? On the other hand, the idea of living better is open to interpretation anyway. What's yours?
When was the last time you felt so strongly about someone that you were willing to give up forever?
