Just eat the cake you fool!

A Big Thank You to Adlina who had this video on her blog.
After watching it, I became more confident of my decisions and many other issues at hand.
I believe that this is one video that I should share. And, although it’s timed at 76 minutes, I’m very willing to watch it again, anytime…any day.

Some things that I’ve learnt from him:

-” The brick walls are not there to keep us out. The brick walls are there to give us a chance to show how badly we want something. Because the brick walls are there to stop the people who don’t want it badly enough. They’re there to stop the other people.”
Sometimes, a different way of looking at things really saves one’s life (in many sense).

-”If you lead your life the right way, the karma will take care of itself. The dreams will come to you. ”
I love the sparkle in his eyes when he said “the dreams will come to you”.

and when he mentioned the second “head fake” – I got all emotional and teared like crap.

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I started thinking about my childhood dreams. All I wanted to be when I was a little girl … what was it? or should I say, what were they?

1. Like every other girl, I wanted to be one of the Disney’s Princesses – not Princess Aurora, nor was it Snow White. I wanted to be Cinderella, the girl who had the attention of the Prince to herself, the girl who survives the tough conditions, pretty on the outside and strong in the inside. More importantly, there is someone who sees it, acknowledges it and shares the joy of life with her. (They live happily ever after…)
+++ Although I’m no Cinderella, I have a “Prince” (no where near “Charming”) who gives all his attention to me & only me. Thank you! *muacks*

2. A cashier; only to realize, when I grew older, that it was the “transactional-nature” of the job that interests me.
+++ I got to issue receipts sometime ago! Okay, if that wasn’t counted, I wrote a program when I was a freshman (or was it my sophomore year?) in my course. Fresh from Java Programming lectures, I came up with some crappy “cash register” program that kinda worked to the delightful “kid” in me.

3. Taxi driver; I wanted to bring people to their destinations in a nice, clean and comfortable ride.
+++ I’ll be trying for the position of SIA’s cadet pilot after my graduation – there were some minor setbacks, but I shall not be deterred by the doubts of others (as well as my own)! Although they are not related in many sense, a taxi driver & a pilot do have many aspects in common. At least, the intention of bringing people to their destination is the same.

4. A “REAL” waitress; I LOVED to play “RESTAURANT” when I was a kid – even when I’m alone. My favorite role was neither the cook nor was it the customer. I wanted to be the waitress serving the dishes. I remembered returning home after a dinner at some Chinese restaurant one day, and I immediately assembled some disposable forks, spoons, plates and bowls to re-enact the excellent service that I got from the waiters & waitresses.
+++ This “dream” of mine was fulfilled when I took on a part time job @ GoShen (Marina Square). I loved the place, my supervisors, the bosses and colleagues. It was the longest part time job I had taken on, though the pay was the lowest. BUT! I had the time of my life and met some of the nicest people. While working there, I witnessed both the ugly side of the customer pool, and the most appreciative & considerate guests. That is definitely an experience that I will not forget for the rest of my life. I kept the uniform from then, and I still talk about the people and place from time to time.

5. Sharing my ideas! Since young, I have the habit of coming up with scenarios/stories/weird ideas in my head. Being the only child, that IS a very good way to pass time. Whenever I have really interesting ideas, I have an urge to tell someone. I guess after much suppressing on my part, some of my ideas became part of my dream scenarios. One of them even helped me win a prize when I was in primary school.
P/s: I’m not one who wins prizes in any competition or lucky draw. The words winning & prize do not exist much in my life.
But still, the prize-winning story goes like this…
I had this dream of a contraption – it’s a water saving device that has buttons indicating the volume of water that it will dispense when pressed. Behind the user interface, the machine actually consists of little buckets of different volumes and when you press a button, the bucket of the indicated volume will overturn to dispense the water. I was in primary 2 (or 3) and there was this day when my teacher (forgotten which subject it was) asked all of us to invent something in groups and draw a poster for it. (Poster drawing was a big thing during my primary school days. There were “No-smoking poster” drawing, “Save the Earth” poster drawing and “Keep the School clean” poster drawing…)
I shared the idea from my dream and described the water-saving contraption as accurately as I could remember. The other group members agreed and my idea was used for our poster. The poster won, standing out amongst the time-machines, “Back to the future” cars, time-tuning watches and many others. In fact, the teacher was so impressed that she praised us for being conscious about water-saving. Seriously? I never thought anything about water saving. All I knew was the idea came from my dream, one out of the many that I could remember. I could have plagiarized it from god-knows-where – but I don’t think so. It seemed to be a product of my over-active imagination.

There’s this weird phenomenon about my dreams, I seem to be able to control the content at times, spinning tales and making stories! – it might or might not be lucid dreaming but who cares, it’s damn fun! Dreams are enjoyable when that happens. Some of the ideas in my stories come from such dreams. Thinking too much might be beneficial in ways like that… i think.

I can’t remember most of the other childhood dreams. Most of them are either aspiring to be some historical drama heroines that kick asses or tragic heroines from romantic dramas. I want to be a man too – with the thought that man had it easy; but now, I know that it’s not true at all. However, I still want to be a man. It’s not because I think that women are inferior in any way. I just want to know how it feels like being a man – maybe, there is no difference but I’m really curious to know and I cannot really stand not knowing things that I want to know. (Am I making sense?)

Thanks, Dr Randy – you gave me the courage to walk on.

I’ll definitely get the book. It will be a very good book. Learning from a role model (as I deem Dr Randy to be one) … is like picking out the “right things” to learn; the only difference is, a role model had singled out the qualities and experiences that you had to pick out from an ocean of similar yet deceiving “traits” out there.
I got a helping hand from him tonight and this extended hand will forever be there.

oh man, this post started short and now, it had extended to this length. I gotta go rest my eyes before I go blind.
I really feel much much better after talking about my dreams – childhood, real ones and adulthood goals alike.

Orangeline