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Live Long and Prosper
[Written at 1.24 P.M. (24th December) Singapore time, 5.24 P.M. (24th December) New Zealand time.]
Overcome with boredom at a particular attraction near Rotorua, New Zealand – the cousins and I resorted to amusing ourselves with our fingers.
Inspired by my younger cousin’s t-shirt, as seen in the first picture.
I no can has flexible fingers.
Can you do that hand sign?! Well, I can’t. :(
Featuring Grace (Box 2, first from right), Matthias (Box 3), Jeremiah (Box 4, first from left), Jillian (Box 4, second from right) and yours’ truly (Box 5).
The deviant child
It’s not easy being the deviant child in a world full of norms and conventions, and expectations. You receive loads of frowns, disapproving looks, and remarks brimming with barely concealed skepticism.
Conformity is dead.
That fact that I:-
1. Refuse to put on a mask in a two-faced society, of which its notoriety strips people off who they are at heart and become someone else altogether; what society wants them to be and not what they want to be.
2. Choose to work in a dynamic start-up known for their instability and susceptibility (bearing in mind the cold hard fact that 9 out of 10 startups fail) because of rather than take the conventional route of looking for work in a Big 5 Company or an MNC.
3. Choose to chase my own dreams and do what I want to do despite its risks. Rather than “making practical choices” or going with “what works and is more likely to succeed”.
4. Am an asexual being in an Asian society where coupledom, marriage and starting a family is much encouraged (or even expected), and being surrounded by friends who all have partners themselves.
5. Am the only tomboy in an extended family full of pretty faces – both sides of the family, material and paternal. All my like-gendered cousins are drop dead good-looking. No doubt. And very feminine. Whereas I choose to prance around in tees, jeans, caps and sneakers.
(Until today, I’m pretty sure the aunts and uncles think something, somewhere has gone horribly wrong. We all know the older generation – any form of deviant behaviour is a defect to them.)
6. Refuse to betray in the face of an increasingly vindictive society. In a world where politics and boot-licking are rife, I choose to play fair by competing based on ability and skill.
7. Defy authority. Not to the point of breaking the law. But basically, challenging conventional, old-fashioned behaviour, or rules meant to ‘put you in your place’ or to ‘ensure conformity’.
8. Am an Atheist in an extended family of Christians and Catholics.
– makes me deviant on almost all possible angles.
(Note: Not all mentioned conventions, per se. Some of which are increasingly common behaviour in which new players are “expected” to take on, otherwise “they’d be at a disadvantage”, so to speak.)
The fact that I am deviant and (usually) unable to hold my own in a verbal dispute makes me particularly vulnerable. My mind may be rife with my own thought-processes, which I am unable to properly articulate because emotions take over very quickly. I stutter like hell.
This means that I’d better grow a solid pair of balls. Fast. Before I lose my ground against someone who comes along and stares me down like I’m some freak of nature.
I am beyond proud, and happy to be who I am, and where I am now, and I do not want to lose that.
What are your deviant traits and how do you stand your ground against your sceptics?
Quiet streets and beautiful skies
I live at a really awesome district. Low traffic flow and with quiet streets.
Some streets are filled with normal houses, mostly landed properties with the occasional low-rise condominiums. Whereas the main street is olden-style shophouses galore. Most of these shophouses have been restored, in a bid to preserve the Malay/Perenakan culture prevalent in the area.
Plus, there’s an awesome view of the sky.
Needless to say, I live in a pretty conducive place for the occasional exploration and photography stints. The latter of which I haven’t actually gotten round to doing despite having lived here for almost three years. No thanks to my hectic schedule.
The view that greeted me upon reaching the bus stop at 6pm.
I captured the above en route to meet a friend. Amazed at the first sight of a clear blue sky in weeks (we were plagued with hazy skies and thunderstorms for several weeks on end), I whipped out my phone camera and aimed in the general direction of the sun.
Prior to capturing this photo, it was unfortunate that a truck driver happened to be parked within my line of sight. He spotted me with my camera, honked and flashed the finger in my general direction before driving closer (but out of my camera view finder) to glower at me.
I ignored him and proceeded to capture the photo. No form of ugly behaviour is going to spoil the moment. (Besides – considering his reaction, he must have been doing something fishy in that truck for him to be so suspicious of my camera. Hmm. Anyone wants to speculate what?)
The scene at my previous place was much more scenic. I used to live right next to a reservoir lined with rocky banks and green fields. But every place has it’s own beauty, I guess.
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