Stupidoo!!!

I slept for 12 hours, yes.
YES!!
(guess we all need that from time to time. it’s been a while and I could really use some sleep. ^^)

So, now, a better use of time is needed. More productive, more pleasant…comes from more disciplined.

I did an interview of 2.5 hours.
No kidding!
No wonder I felt a little tired in the interview.
If I knew it has been 2.5 hours, I’d pass out right there.
I thought I was tired and a little weak lately.

The interviewee, an older gentleman of a major Japanese company in Taiwan, is certainly one of the best I have seen.
He knows what he is doing and he uses his language well.
Notably speaking with a tone slow and firm.
A Taiwanese well-educated by Japanese.
A well-educated Taiwanese.
A well-educated person.

So you are too young when you are young; and you are too old when you are old.
They would say so.

You shouldn’t do such and such because you are too young (and too old and …).

Bondages are good when we are well confined and it’s the limitations that shape us.
We are born into this confinement and trying to escape when not knowing there’s crusts after crusts.
Not to give up, but to transcend, I’ll say.
Then there goes love, hate, and everything in between.

…Oh, and age, too. (don’t forget that)

I learned the truth at seventeen
That love was meant for beauty queens
And high school girls with clear skinned smiles
Who married young and then retired
The valentines I never knew
The Friday night charades of youth
Were spent on one more beautiful
At seventeen I learned the truth…

And those of us with ravaged faces
Lacking in the social graces
Desperately remained at home
Inventing lovers on the phone
Who called to say “come dance with me”
And murmured vague obscenities
It isn’t all it seems at seventeen…

A brown eyed girl in hand me downs
Whose name I never could pronounce
Said: “Pity please the ones who serve
They only get what they deserve”
The rich relationed hometown queen
Marries into what she needs
With a guarantee of company
And haven for the elderly…

So remember those who win the game
Lose the love they sought to gain
In debitures of quality and dubious integrity
Their small-town eyes will gape at you
In dull surprise when payment due
Exceeds accounts received at seventeen…

To those of us who knew the pain
Of valentines that never came
And those whose names were never called
When choosing sides for basketball
It was long ago and far away
the world was younger than today
when dreams were all they gave for free
to ugly duckling girls like me…

We all play the game, and when we dare
We cheat ourselves at solitaire
Inventing lovers on the phone
Repenting other lives unknown
That call and say: “Come on, dance with me”
And murmur vague obscenities
At ugly girls like me, at seventeen…

Cherish today, now, this minute that you still have. Live to the fullest and reserve time for the ones you love.