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as of 10 august 2008, i have a total of… rm210 deducted from my 2 weeks worth of salary inside my employees retirement fund. a large amount imo. but the thought of being able to use them only…35 years later bothers me. at the age of 55, i predict myself almost senile (okay worst case scenario). with frequent aching back and weak legs. i suppose no amount of milk is able to compensate my laziness for a daily jog while i can right now. and i’ll be hanging around the park with old folks like me playing chinese chess. no i’m probably still lazy to do taichi. or i’ll be an old dude msning as a young fella again. i’ll just need to adjust the fonts thrice the size.

i was asked about the meaning of ‘maturity’. and for someone who thinks i’m ridiculously childish at times, it seemed he had asked the wrong person. anyway i have been contemplating about it for several hours now and frankly, i’m clueless.

suppose a mature person is someone who deliberates a lot, its impossible to measure how much thought thought would be suffice to consider a person mature. and a person who thinks a lot are well, rather realistic generally. and this imo is an unacceptable way of thinking. it limits creativity and confines space.

anyway, i can go on and on about the word maturity, its like talking about some flavour of an ice-cream that i’ve never tasted before, minds starts imaginating and tasty words starts spilling out.

but its a lot easier to describe how an immature person would be. human beings have this instinctive thinking about all things negative. most of them. i loathe those who thinks they’re all it when they have a heart smaller than a peanut. there’s a lot more to judge a person rather than based on what they think, or their level of education. judging person is wrong in the first place; mature way of thinking. but no one is perfectly mature.

sometimes even mentally-challenged people have better brains than morons with well functioning brains.

i have vivid childhood memories.

summer ‘94 at kindergarten, during one break me and this two other mates found these huge long plastic pipes, settled down somewhere and started shouting at each other through the pipes, one’s mouth at one end with another ear at the other. at one point when it was my turn to ’shout’, pipe got pushed forward (by me) and the pipe hitted the oher fella’s face.

he started crying. and there was a clear circular mark below his nose area.

teacher came smiling. never ask who’s fault. instead, she (mrs watson) brought us to the kitchen and gave us caramel flavoured ice cream.

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september ‘95 when i was back in malaysia, i was enrolled into a chinese kindergarten and during the first week there was a spelling test. the teacher was holding a cane, and pronounced the second word. soldier.

while she walked around checking our answers i started crying because i didnt knew how to spell. (though i must add that i do remember the picture card of a soldier she showed us a day earlier before the test). 

anyway, she had a mean face. i’d imagine she ate kids for dinner.

Hi Eric,
just want to say…many thanks for your design…it’s great :)). My partner loves it.
Can we have your bank account number so that we can deposit your money or “fees”, for work done.
In future, please email to this address.
Regards,
Asnida

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