Monday, 19 November 2012


Sometimes I think accountability is a very strange concept. Strange because it actually works. This is why people blog. They want to be accountable to someone for doing something - in my case, for practising writing. I could just write pages and pages and pages and no one will know and that would be my practice but I must say that the chance of that happening is perhaps not as high as I am blogging on a regular basis. This is why people set up blogs when they want to get out of debt, or improve their fashion sense, or just do something that they have been wanting to do forever. Promising something to an audience means you have someone to be accountable to. Of course, the best person to be accountable to is yourself, but you are also most forgiving to yourself, so sometimes it is necessary to have other people to be accountable to.

10,000 hours theory
Has anyone heard about the 10,000 hours theory? If you want to acquire expertise in a certain subject area and/or skill, then you need to practise for at least 10,000 hours. This is the whole reason for the blog - to accumulate the 10,000 hours, but I am not keeping track of my hours, I just make an effort to post something every few days. Right now, I am posting this to make up for the fact that I posted a very short entry over the weekend. Plus I am not running. In fact, I haven't run since last Wednesday since I ran for the JP. There are two reasons for this. First is that I have been sick. I don't exercise when I am sick, because it makes recovery that much longer. Second, I am not feeling so motivated. Hey, don't judge okay. I am human and I have feelings and right now, I am not so motivated to run. Of course I want to keep it up and continue running on a regular basis if only for the fact that I need an exercise routine since I am getting older that this body needs assistance to look this good.

Random observation in life
There was this kid who was brilliant at playing the violin and he was being commercialised by his mum who made him play Waltzing Matilda over and over and over again by the street side in Chinatown, so much so that I started to feel sorry for him. He may very well be a musical genius who is being forced to play something that he finds so ... boring. Next to him was this massive poster which basically said he is not even 10 years old and he is so talented that he can play the violin so well bla bla bla. I can't help wondering how many hours he has to spend practising every single day. And if he likes it. Or whether he used to like it and now hates it because he is being forced to practise so much.

On going back to tertiary studies
I always toy with this idea, I think this is because I actually like that place, minus all the exams and the tests that we have to pass. Wouldn't it be nice if there are no exams and we can actually learn because we want to learn? I mean, I get that this is like college and you should be here because you want to be here, but fact of the matter is that, well, some of us don't actually want to be here. We much rather be anywhere but here, but we are here because our parents want us to be here. Gotta love Asian parents (chill, I am Asian, just in case you need the reminder). Yes, my parents put a lot of emphasis on education, but they are pretty hands off most of the time. At times, I do wonder what I would be like if I have one of those super strict parent. I mean, it would be nice to have someone to sit down with me and teach me how to do stuff rather than expecting me to figure it out on my own. Especially on the days that I need motivation, like today.

Being positive
Insisting on positivity has been the theme of my life, really. Because sometimes I feel like I am okay, then other days I feel like I am lacking direction, and I wonder, is it really weird that I feel this way, is it just me, does anyone else out there feel what I feel? It is not that I am not happy, and it is not that I am not contented.  I just feel like I am floating around this thing called life and it is like... for what? Don't worry, I am not suicidal. I like living most of the time, but I can't help wonder if asking questions like these is just part of the deal. Something that I have to get used to, because it is not going to go away. Because the solutions are temporary in nature, and permanent solutions are non-existent. Is that really true? I insist on positivity because I want to be happy. I don't know how to deal with life's uncertainties any other way.

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