Weird Love.

My fav quote of the year:

“We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.”

-Anonymous

Weirdly Normal..

Here are some nice weird quotes that i found...


“Life isn't weird: it's just the people in it.”
- Anonymous


“We could learn a lot from crayons; some are sharp, some are pretty, some are dull, while others bright, some have weird names, but they all have learned to live together in the same box.”
- Anonymous


“When a woman is very, very bad, she is awful, but when a man is correspondingly good, he is weird.”
- Minna Antrim


“My roommate says, I'm going to take a shower and shave, does anyone need to use the bathroom? It's like some weird quiz where he reveals the answer first.”
- Mitch Hedberg


“People that are really very weird can get into sensitive positions and have a tremendous impact on history.”
- Dan Quayle


“When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro.”
- Hunter S.Thompson




We all have an individual brand of weirdness.
What one person sees as weird, might seem normal to another.
What seems normal, might seem weird to another.
Society tells us that we should be normal.
Education teaches us to be normal.
But what they are seeking is actually 'standardization'.

The truth is, Normalization isn't standardization!
Because all of us are not the same.
Because all of us are normal in our own way.

So enjoy being yourself today.
Enjoy being weird.



This post has so much value in view of time and eternity, because to be able to enjoy life, it is first necessary to be able celebrate your individual unique weirdness.

Happy Emo People...

Even the happiest people can feel emo at times...

Nemo

Cartman

SpongEMO Squarepants

and even...

EMObama

The Solution:

Is Beauty really in the eye of the beholder?

This is a continuation from my previous post...
I think I made men sound rather shallow in my previous post, haha..

I guess some of you were even shocked, that such a nice guy like Rickson who judges not by other's appearance and only looks at the character & heart would say such a thing!!
Okay okay, i'm exaggerating, i'm not that perfect a person, haha..




Anyway, i want to continue from there.
I mentioned that men prefer pretty women...

Many agree that men are stimulated by visuals while women by words.
Men get turn on easily by pretty women, while women get turn on easily by words.
And thats the reason why so many men get cheated by pretty women, while so many women get cheated by men who know how to sweeten words.
The worst thing about it, is that they don't just get cheated, but repeatedly.



And now, let me share with you a revelation i had recently.
I've heard about so many stories of how couples got together.
Men are turn on by a woman's looks, but surprisingly so many guys told me that at the start of their friendship with the girl, they were not attracted to the girl's looks at all!

So how does it makes sense?
Men are turn on by looks, but many men fell in love with a girl that did not really had the look to turn them on in the beginning?
An oxymoron?
Not really...

Here comes the good stuff...
A man's brain, is connected to the visual input more than anything else!!
Thats why men prefer pretty women.
Because the visuals excites the brain.
But it can work the other way round too, and I've experience that myself.

What I mean is that other than having the visuals affecting the brain, a man's brain can affect the visuals too!!
And that is the reason why when in love, a man thinks he has the prettiest spouse in the entire history, present & even future of the world!!


Because afer he really knows her, after he sees her character, how nice and caring she is, the man's brain starts affecting the visual input, his brain starts telling his eyes that this girl is so awesome.
And he starts seeing her prettier than she might be in her appearance.
That is why in most of the romantic scenes of a love movie, the guy can't help himself but keep telling the girl how beautiful she is.

And that is also why so many times when i see certain girls, my first impression on them is only average, but when i really get to know their character, they'll suddenly seem so pretty!

And that is also also also also why, some people might appear so attractive at first sight but afterward seem only average..
The chinese calls it bu4 nai4 kan4..
(Singlish = Starting see see very chio, but afterwards see long long already sianed)

It's a visual trick that a man's mind plays on him.
It has its advantages and disadvantages, but a word of advice for the women out there, make best use of this advantage..

So all I've talked about above, I believe can be termed as "Inner Beauty".

Oh, and for guys... When a girl falls in love with you, most of the time she'll think that you're the best guy on earth!! Not perfect, but better than all the other imperfect guys out there, haha..
(If i'm wrong, correct me, coz there's a limit I know about girls)



So that's all!! This post has value in terms of eternity & of time, unless you're those blessed with the gift of Celibacy. (which means you wanna stay single all your life)

Differences in Preference

I read in a book about the differences between what a gender looks for in a spouse.

Of course, both look at character too, and without a shadow of doubt I believe character is of most importance in a marriage, or any aspect in life...

But here are the differences in preference..





Women prefer men who are confident but gentle and considerate. Funny but appropriate and tasteful. Engaging but not stuck on themselves. Sensitive yet strong and protective.






Men prefer pretty women.

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Before i continue with the last part of my story, i wanna express how i feel in this post now.
Anyway this is my blog, and other than writing stories about my life that are obviously mildly exaggerated and deep meaningful thoughts, i seldom express my personal emotions about my personal life.



The words of a quiet man is precious.
The silence of a man of many words is equal.

Don't waste your time loving someone who doesn't treasure you the same.

Clapping is a response to something worth celebrating.
It takes two hands to clap. But when one hand is in pain, it is smart for the other healthy hand not to clap, even though it can.



These 3 statements are not just advice from experience, but also exactly how i feel now.
Some people resolve by emo-ing.
Others, like me, write.

If you're smart, you'll understand.

Stitches: Part 2, Unlimited Accidents

You are recommended to scroll down and read the earlier posts titled: "Stitches: Part 0, The Story of How I got my New Stitches" and "Stitches: Part 1, The Beginning", before you attempt reading this post... This will make your point of view on this mini biography a more holistic one. Enjoy~


And so the story continues...



At the blink of an eye, Rickson is now 7.
He has just moved to his new house where he shared a bedroom with his younger brother.
They both shared a double-decker bed, occassional rotating every few years on who shall sleep at the top or the bottom.

Rickson was a nice boy (he still is), and he would often give in to his younger brother (when his younger brother was still young and adorable that is).

The double decker bed has such nostalgic value.
His cousins will often drop by and they would play 'blind man' at night, swinging around like monkeys.
You would expect Rickson to hurt his head here, but he didn't.

It was.. one day, when Rickson wanted to go to bed.
His bed, was the lower one of the double-decker.
In a weird way, he had a habit of running towards his bed at a fast pace and jumping towards it.
"Fun", was what he would described it with his then limited vocabulary.

BUT One day, because of parrallex error
(It was unfortunate that he will only be taught of parrallex error when he's 13, in secondary 1 science curriculum, which will be in another 8 years time),
he ran at his top speed,
jump towards his bed,
and...
........
......
....
...
..
.

"BUANG!!!"

HEADSHOT...



Looking back as he writes this post now, Rickson realized why they say that "Knowledge is Power!"
IF only his teachers had taught him about parrallex error when he was younger...


Word of Wisdom from Rickson:
"Knowledge is Power!
But Stupidity is of Greater Power!!
So get yourself some Knowledge to save yourself from the Devastating Destructive Power of Stupidity!!"
(All these are spoken from pure experience)


Another blink, and he's now 8.
His maid was always mopping the floor at the worst timing.
This time, Rickson was rushing out of the house for school.
With pieces of homework clutched in his left hand, he looks at his watch on his right wrist and hastens his pace upon realizing the little amount of time he had to reach school, not noticing that the floor was all slippery and wet.

When his left heel made contact with the shiny slippery white marble tiles on the floor, it slide forward due to the reduced friction of the wet surface (something he didn't learn in his science class again).
That leg was swung so violently front that the forward motion of it pulled his upper torso backwards.
And all within the split of a second, his weight that was leaning backwards far outpowered the centre of his gravity, causing him to SLIP and...


"BUANG AGAIN!!"

another headshot...




A year later, the 9 year old Rickson walked into his bathroom one day to take a shower.
The floor was relatively wet but he decided to ignore it.
He removed his clothes, walked towards the shower, SLIPPED, AND SOMERSAULTED INVOLUNTARILY!!!!
(For those who didn't catch it, he fell again)


"Another Barlukoo" (Bar-loo-koo, meaning blue black on the bump of the head), his mom likes to say.

He learned that day that 'Ignorance is not a Bliss'.
That Ignorance, is a Blister..



Rickson sits in his classroom feeling all excited.
He was going to recieve his grades for his Primary 4 examination papers.
The next period had just started and the Health Education teacher walks into the room announcing: "Rickson Tan. 90/100!"

He was quite stunned, but he appeared as if it were normal, and went to recieve his result sheet from his teacher.
Back at home, he was so happy that he began singing, dancing and jumping around.
He started jumping on his sofa seat, then on the top of the sofa (the part where you can rest your head).


Little did he remember that his dad had just changed the sofa set awhile ago, and instead of having a strong and heavy base, this one had wheels on it.
When he jumped on the top of the sofa, his weight pushed the sofa backwards, causing him to fly off.
That motion swung his body backwards in the air, causing him to land on the floor...
ON HIS FACE!!!


To be exact, it was on his two front teeth!!

He cried for 15 minutes lying down on the floor hoping someone would come 'sayang' him.
Unfortunately, no one was at home.
He had to cry until he was too tired to cry, pick himself up, called his mum to tell her what happened and listened to his mum telling him that he was stupid.

Even more unfortunate was that he only did well in his Health Education exams but did badly for his other subject which were much more important.
As a result of that accident, the roots of his two front teeth were slightly damaged.


How can someone knocked his head so many times you would ask.
All these may seem horrific, terribly dumb, extremely amusing, or whatever you would like to call it.


But all these, are nothing compared to the next two major accidents that are waiting for Rickson.


Tune in to the next and final episode: "Stitches: The Finale".

Next Time, Right Here, at I-V-O-E.

Stitches: Part 1, The Beginning

You are recommended to scroll down and read the earlier post titled:
"Stitches: Part 0, The Story of How I got my New Stitches", if you've yet to...



Okay, here comes the truth...
(I promise you its not some weird story i came up with, its nothing but the truth now)

Unlike the previous post on the story of "how i got my stitches", this true story is not supposed to be funny, so don't laugh even though it sounds dumb.

Here goes..


There is a beginning for everything under the sun.
But no beginning is entirely something new.
Every beginning begins because something happened before it had began, causing it to begin.
The beginning of the story of my scar, goes back to many things that led it to begin.
And now, i shall begin from when it had not began.


This story goes back to a Rickson at the age of 3.
He was short, cute and chubby. (yes i know, its unbelievable other than the 'short' part)
There are often many different responses parents could react on upon seeing their child trip and fall.

The more traditional (Auntie) Asian would pick their child up and go: "Aiyo ah boy, pain anot? Sayang sayang, don't cry k..."

The strong American Dad will go: "Come on son, pick yourself up, you're a man."

The (ideal) caring and encouraging Dad would stretch his hand to pick his child up and go:
"Son, its allright. The reason why we fall is so that we can pick ourselves up."
(Like Bruce Wayne's dad)


For Rickson, it was a unique response that not many would expect nor experience.
It could well likely be on of the molding blocks of his character when he was all grown up.


The 3 year old little Rickson was walking out of his room one day. He tripped on his little legs and fell towards his room door, knocking his head on the door.
Upon the realization of the pain, tears begin to build up in his eyes.
But just before he could cry...

"Haha.. Orbigood!!"

(Orbigood [Or-bee-good], means 'you deserved it' in Singlish)

He turned around to see his elder brother laughing at the incident.
Before he knew it, his mum realized what happened and came towards little Ricky.
Her fingers slowly parted his hair to the bump on his head.

She looked into little Rickson's eyes and said in Chinglish (Chinese + Singlish) while laughing:

"See lar, never open your eyes properly. Orbigood lar. Your Orbakut so big, now look like you got elephant's head."

(Orbakut [Or-bark-cut] means 'a bumped on one's head due to an injury' in Singlish)


Rickson's elder brother laughed harder upon seeing his mum's response.
With the stinging pain still lingering in his head, he softly massages it with his little palm and stares with disbelief at his brother and mum.
He couldn't help himself, but to...

Chuckle.
He hastily runs in front of the mirror to take a look at the bump on his head, and laughs at how funny it looks.

That explains why at such a young age (referring to the current 21.5yr old Rickson) he has wrinkles on his face when he laughs .


Because he laughed too much when he was young.

(It is a good thing to laugh a lot though)



To be Continued.... (More bumps coming up)

Stitches: Part 0, The Story of How I got my New Stitches!

As obvious as the title is, this post is about my new stitches!

Many people ask me how i 'attained' those 5 stitches on my forehead
To save myself the trouble, and to also entertain myself in future when i read back on this post, i shall blog about it.

Here goes..

"It all began slightly earlier than the sunrise of a day in February.
It was 5am in the morning.
The birds were chirping (those that God created to chirp loudly before the sunrise to wake everyone up), the guys were snoring and the bladder was leaking.
Okay, not really leaking, i mean i was just experiencing a high tide lar.

I hastily jumped off my double decker bed with a somersault & a spike and landed on the tip of my toes.
It was all done so stealthily that you could hear the sounds of atoms and molecules colliding in the air (you know, the buzzing sound in the background when you use a lousy sound recorder to record yourself singing because you wanted to listen to your own singing because of your narcissism.)

A loud waterfall could be heard.
And after a few seconds, i was done relieving myself.
I took a slow walk back to my bunk from the toilet.
Suddenly, i felt my left ear tingle.
I focused all my 'focus power' (erm.. whatever that is), on my left ear, and i could hear a cry of help.

Without hesitation, i took off towards the direction of the cry.
Okay okay, i admit i hesitated for awhile.
I was thinking what if something dangerous lies out there and i get hurt? I still have my dog to look after, and and... I'm still single!!

Anyway, after hesitating for only one second (yes, i thought all those thoughts and many more in only one second), i took off towards the direction.
What i saw the next minute left me stunned with appallment for a minute!!

I saw my officer being cornered by a Hugenormous Brown Bear!!
Okay, i know some of you might not believe me, you might ask how do i know its a brown bear when its 5am in the morning and its still dark?
That how can i see the 'browness' of the bear when there is no light yet?

I can't explain this, but i just know its a brown bear.
Its its.. its like.. I guess its coz i studied design in my poly.
Where i learned alot about colour.
And i guess maybe its because i'm too familiar with colours that i am able to see that the bear was brown even in the dark.
Anyway..

The bear was about to attack my officer!!
In a flash, i was reminded of everything that i've learned and experience in life, about my life purpose, etc, etc, yada, yada, yoda, etc..

To cut things short, i ran in front of my officer to shield him.
As the bear's body got closer, i decided to retaliate.
The bear swung his paws towards me.
I dodged it, and out f my reflexes i gave him a headbutt..

And then... then...


Memories of me slacking on my couch watch discovery channel came into rembrance.
I remembered watching with my girlfriend an episode about brown bears.
Wait, i don't have a girlfriend.
Sorry, bad memory, i think its my mum.
Anyway, i was watching the program when i commented on how cuddly the brown bear looks.
I even remembering myself saying that I'll bet with my mum that the bear is as soft as a teddy bear.

Back to the story...
I swung my head as hard as i could, visualizing myself heading to score the golden goal in the Fifa World Cup Finals match.

Kkkrrrr...

My forehead cracked open.

I was wrong..

The bear's head, was harder than i thought...

And that, was how i got my stitches."


Okay, thats the end of my story!!
As in thats just a story, not the real thing, haha..

The real thing, shall come in the next post!!



This post has no value whatsoever in time nor eternity.. Rickson just wanted to waste some time misuising his creativity to write rubbish, and he's glad that he wasted your time (reading) too.. :)

This new year is not NEW, until your perspective is NEW

After every 356 days a new year comes.

I've lived 21 times of such '356 days'.
(Sad to say, my ORD is one and a half '356 days' more, haha)


After 21 times of such experiences, i came to a conclusion.
That this year is not NEW, until your perspective is reNEWed!



What i mean is that unless we change, the new year will be exactly like the year that just passed.
Unless we change in our actions and our thinking.


Because you will either decide to change, or Change will force you to decide.


Life, is all about your perspective.
If you've myopia, you won't be able to see things clearly.
If you're wearing sunglasses, everything will look darker and you might not see certain things that are dark.
If you're wearing rainbow colour glasses, everything will look gay to you, even a fierce black cat staring at you with its fierce green eyes will look like a colourful teletubby kitten.

Its how you see things that influence your decisions!!


Lets say we do an experiment, we put an empty glass on a table, fill it half with water and ask 4 very different people what do they see.
The 1st person, an optimist, will say he sees a half full glass.
The 2nd person, a pessimist, will say he sees a half empty glass.
The 3rd person, a SUPER optimist, will say that he sees a half full glass which will be filled to the brim soon.
Because of his positive view of the glass, not only does he see the half full glass, but he sees himself initiating to fill the glass further.
A positive hopeful perspective will stir up initiatives. (its the hopeful people that initiate new things!)
FINALLY, the 4TH PERSON. He walks in to the room, sees the glass, and says: "I see a half empty glass, which will be fully empty soon because the water is going to evaporate."

There are people like that, who sit there, rot, and hope that everything else will rot too. I beseech you, please don't be like the fourth guy, haha..


We need to change in the way we see things.
Our mind and beliefs are like an auto-pilot system that guides our behaviour.
If you realised that your auto-pilot is leading you to the wrong destination or direction, then change it now!



Its either you lead the change, or the change will lead and drag you along time.
The former gives joy, while the latter pain.


Take a look at my previous post again.
Where i mentioned "this is how my 2009 will look like" and i left a big empty space there.
Some of you might see it as an empty space.
Filled with nothingness. Nothing to hope for, nothing to blog about.

But in my perspective, it was the most beautiful thing i could write about how my 2009 will be like.
It is an empty canvas.
We all appreciate well written works.
We would value a canvas filled with something great.
And when we see an empty canvas, it'll be of no value whatsover, because its just empty.


But an empty canvas also mean something.
Its gives you a space where you can hope for something new, where you can pen down something new.
And that, in my perspective, is better than anything else; having a NEW story.


It is now exactly a month in the new year.
How is your new year coming along?
Are you still the same as what you were last year?
Are you still trapped in bad habits that hinder you from getting a breakthrough in life, from moving up to a new level of fruitfulness?
How was January?

If you realised that you're still in the same path, it is not to late to make some changes, there is still 11 more months.

Because Life changes with time.

But the quality of your life doesn't.

It changes, with the change of your mindsets, your beliefs and your perspectives.

Because the New year is not yet new, until your perspective is renewed.
So decide to make it new today.



This post definitely has value in view of time & eternity.
Because having to view in eternity, is in itself a topic about perspective.

Rickson's 2009.

2008 has been such a hectic year for me.
I can't help but imagine how my 2009 will be like.

And this, is how my 2009 will look like:

























































Yup, i'm not kidding.
That's how 2009 looks like to me now.
& that's how i believe it'll be...