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Saturday, April 22

Practical impracticalities

Ideals and expectations are sometimes solely individualistic in a household and anywhere in the world. The four corners of the earth (God knows why people use 'quarters' when the world is actually round, but what the heck, I'll just use it to rhyme on with what I have to say).

Now, I have to thus far, notes from all over, after looking at things and have had my own little musings and thoughts after processing them all i.e. ingesting, chewing and digesting alike. I am looking at the frameworks of what's the common practises of 'being considerate' and 'being inconsiderate' as a whole.

Sometimes, the expectations of what's practical and impractical based on what's 'considerate' and 'not considerate' of others - the imposing of it all are again, individualistic, hah!

I revisited the word 'Selfish' under the oxford dictionary time and again and have never failed to see new dimensions and meanings popping up, making considerate inconsiderations as mind-boggling as practical impracticalities. Let's begin in an order from the inward to outward bits from my observations so far:

Headquarters

When by tradition, a head of the house (usually a father who actually wears his own pants rather than giving his wife the pants) eventually practices the old frameworks of what has been practised by his father before him. What succeeded in terms of it's theories, practicals in the past, is considered obsolete in today's modern settings. All these boils down to individual wants and legacy of having 'done well' to unite the family. It's not all about being considerate, it's about being practical to unite a family, forefront.

Such practicalities of the past, of course, is not agreeable by my post-modern-fundamentalist-left-wing-wannabe-mind-set. Such is when a watered-down-Chinese without Chinese education perceives the world.

My siblings and I love our traditions, but we chuck out the bits that are no longer applicable so that we progress to be better people with an upgraded lifestyle instead of living in the past as if the conveniences were never created. If we are to stick to them all, we might as well redefine our race to be the Amish.

Then again, the watered-down bits, even without the Chinese education fragment in me still screams, 'be a filial daughter'. I can speak this much of 'likeness' to my sister, but not of my brother.

The result of this is that my sister and I still pander around my father due to his old age and old nerves, and made his practicalities (which we find impractical) to be practical at the forefront and bite our lips to go through it all. Imagine how much counselling sessions we have to do for ourselves. We are our own shrinks and patients at the same time. Great to play dual roles!

My frankness is as per usual, a tad bit more caustic than my sister's. Having a second-child syndrome does make one more caustic for some reason. Anyway, that's another story altogether, and let's get back to the impracticalities and practicalities and also what's considerate and inconsiderate in regards to 'headquarters'.

Now, drawing up and linking up explanations in old metaphors and idioms to help the older genderation understand the thoughts and actions of the generation below is about the most difficult task on earth. Not to mention, we go logger-heads most of the time, but sometimes over time, 'the message' goes through the 'ego system'... BUT not every issue is ironed out, and not every explanation is accepted, but at least my heart is free of the burden once my burden is verbalised and expulged from my gap. Now, in a way, I see it as a form of selfishness on my end as well, because I just want to gain my 'freedom' ... eventhough my words rattle my poor Papa's brain. As those who know, most of the mess has roots going way back to the little Napoleon in the household.

Head-quartets within the Headquarters

Of course, the formation of the little Napoleon in the household is still ongoing thanks to my father's sense of practicality that has caused this mess, while mama has her contributions too. Big discussions between my father, my mother, my sister and I have been going on about how to de-form Napoleon. Nope, it's not a consipiracy, but a crisis management.

We have now become the Head-quartets... where four of our heads are put together to think of ways to iron out the rift between Napoleon and I (it's because I'm the only one staying with him now). We all take our turns of being disliked and picked on, as long as we are near him, physically. This brother of mine, can only be loved at a distance.

Anyhow, it's too late to make Napoleon as a considerate individual now, because so much inconsiderate impracticalities he has practised have gone unmonitored over the years. Again, thanks to my parents, who have over-indulged him, and also have made the sisters to this brother - training of superdaughters and supersisters to plot their lives around the newly crowned emperor of the Yong family.

My parents, as I'd like to term them as 'Head-doublets', since the years have fused their individual thoughts to one-ness, and also their physical looks and facial expressions to reflect each other more - anyway, they have allowed Napoleon to get away with all sorts of unimaginable inconsiderate impracticalities that made him a spoilt brat.

Moreover, 'fairness' to head-doublets is also a communist theory - to distribute finances equally amongst the strong and the weak, more-educated and less-educated. Sis and I are bigger breadwinners than Napoleon, hence, household power has to be given more to Napoleon. This goes with monies as well, where sis and I have been obligated to channel to help Napoleon to form his little empire - namely the house in PJ and all that is under Papa's legacy. Somehow, this empire and legacy will in time protect the 'investors', namely sis and I. Till this day, sis and I still fail to understand this theory, eventhough it has been implemented and we are made to be submissive to Papa's great idea of 'how to unite a family'.

My sister and I have been trained and brought up as to 'do everything' as 'we cannot depend on others to help us'. It's strange, we were never allowed to play the 'damsel in distress' game. *shrug*... but we don't doubt our father's love for us, as he does very much! We can't blame him for giving more affection to our brother due to the unequal distribution of power. This made sis and I think, "aren't the boys supposed to protect the girls, why does it have to be the other way for us?"

Anyway, in some impractical reasoning, power to the son is to enable the son to protect the daughters as this is practised by my father's father before him and mapping all the way up the lineage... it worked then... and daughters were deprived of education then to be submissive etc. But why are sis and I educated and trained to be such superdaughters and supersisters that work, cook, clean and do all negotiations on any transaction under the roof and outside the roof thus far, and made to submit to our brother in spite of our bigger earning power and abilities to survive? According to Papa, it's because he knows that sis and I can always earn the money back, and have a mule-headed will to see through things... and Napoleon does not possess this skill. What a bummer, I want a reverse role!

Anyway, sis and I would not mind what our father has implemented, if only Napoleon is not filled with grumbles that 'the sisters are not doing enough'... and being all ungrateful and raising his voice on us... We have been trying for decades to help head-doublets see the problem, that the power lopsiding bestow-ment to the son will not make the son any more responsible and protective over their daughters. It's just plain ain't working.

Problems were, and are never solved. We are counselled to consider the practicalities in Napoleon's impracticalities and inconsiderableness.

The result today is that both sis and I have been inconvenienced and are still expected to be obligated to sacrifice. Don't ask me 'why the obligation', and it goes back to filiality again! Please don't make me repeat this whole filiality story...

Anyway, it's just an eye opener to what extent the impracticalities will reach, and the continuous nod-nod-a-nodding on both the daughters' will make our heads loll and roll in time before it actually falls off.

Napoleon, in the making, has become the king of the house but has yet to reach the garden and backyard. Expectations a-plenty, while he sets his feet up on the coffee table and busies his thumb on the TV controller to flip channels on the TV. While at the same time, Napoleon's Josephine has taken over my role, and is on the competition to outdo my role by being extra pandering and extra sacrificial. Sader still, over time, she has becoming more and more mousy, hurrying in and out of the house to prepare all housework and placing cooked food on the table to please little Napoleon. *Angie gags*

My father is allowed such pandering as he is of a different generation and the consolation for this is that he loves his siblings and children unconditionally. Both sister and I know that this is a double standard viewpoint from our end as in 'letting Papa get away, while Bro is not allowed to'. We have our reasons, hear, hear. This cannot be allowed to apply to little Napoleon, who wants to contain the old traditions of the impractical Chinese-ego but mix it with modern theories of 'nuclear family' lifestyle. As you may know, such mixes so well as to water and oil! Nope, both sister and I cannot see the emulsion of this, but Papa and Mama do for some unknown reason.

In keeping the unity of the family, my father has drawn up a plan to plump up Napoleon's power by clipping the daughters' financial wings in all creative ways, in hope that it will also domesticate us to see the beauty of local men and accept the impracticalities as practicalities and practise them all with false content-hood and a smile just because we are his daughters and his mother and sisters have practised such and we are to carry on with the tradition. The smile and the perception of beauty of course, belongs to the happy and the eye of the beholder, but the 'happy' and the 'beholder' is sadly neither my sis nor myself. Can't see us in fitting Papa's plans for this unity.

*Unhappy* is not exactly a word to coin the condition and situation of neither sis nor I. We are still happy, but in a different way in a world of our own. Such has alarmed Papa, and this fear has trickled down to little Napoleon as well. In desperation to force unity within the headquarters, my dear father tried to conquer more of our land of happiness so that we are completely compliant to Papa's framework of unity - his practical impracticalities.

Compliance it will never be. Cooperation is negotiable. Comfort is half-past-six. All in all, we're tolerating and surviving, but still unbelievably doting sisters to Napoleon and loving daughters to father. Indeed, we're more Chinese than we wish to be. How confusing!

Outerquarters within the Headquarters

The house is finally free of occupants from the outside. Our things are now solely used by those who own and paid the capital of all things, lock stock and barrel. No longer shiny and new as they used to be, they are all still usable - whatever that's left and deemed to be still usable after the ex-occupant has visited them.

The Occupant has a different set of practical impracticalities in where Napoleon and I join forces to agree that it's not agreeable! Yes, a rare alliance formed to counter the common enemy.

Every single thing in the house and conveniences are bargained for and also discounted by the occupant (as housemates do share bills and also replace old things that pass away in the presence of all those who are staying together in the same household at that period of time). However, that is not deemed to be practical to the occupant - splitting hairs based on unit of usage by the Yong side has to be calculated, while those from her end should not be calculated. How considerate?

Such calculativeness never visited the Yong family till the arrival of the occupant. The alliance felt disadvantaged upon the quipping of 'how disadvantaged the occupant felt'. The alliance came up with so much ammunition at the point of 'negotiation' that the occupant finally felt 'advantaged' by our 'disadvantaged position' of being so kind to her. Hence, the talk of dollars and cents came to a cease when the occupant could see how much she has 'gained' and 'saved' monetarily from our inconvenieces. This triggered the unknown 'calculative' button of the alliance, and we realised how much of a fungus and parasite the occupant has been. The pressure is on - we sent her packing within 3 months.

Somehow, all these inconsiderate 'negotiations' are deemed as practical by the occupant who sees a price tag to everything that she does, and sees an FOC tag to everything else that belongs to this house, including services.

Let's look at the framework of the occupant's mindset - she expects to use everything free of charge since a rent is paid. Rent in this sense, is such a small fee that stands next to free, the occupant is either too damp to see it, or she wanted to 'try' and take further advantage of the alliance's kindness.

Family of the occupant too, thinks that the Yongs should be responsible to look after the occupant in spite of the occupant's age. Looks as if our age is at a different leverage to the age of the occupant's age according to the occupant's family. Another bizarre discovery. More impracticalities for us to deal with upon knowing this.

Somehow, from another source, who is a simbiont to the occupant in friendship, but not in ethics explained to us that 'practical' to the occupant is equating her stay in the house as staying in a hotel - as one pays a convenient fee to enjoy all services. This one-time fee covers all bases. This is a gratitude with no gratuity. Complaints of 'not enough' is to get her money's worth. So, the alliance of Napoleon and I have learned the subjectivity of 'enough' is actually 'not enough' due to an individual's selfishness. How bizarre, and how sad it is to be kind to the ungrateful... and even sadder is when a friend is a friend indeed. The occupant is now taken out of the alliance 'friends list'.

It's hard enough to deal with impracticalities within the headquarters, but having to deal with those outside of this parameter is an added stress. No more tenants ever again - we welcome none from now on - we shall now be inconsiderate to other's needs to 'need to stay with us'.


Multiple-quartered people

After observing and collecting notes from all over, I find that even at my work place, church, acquaintances and amongst my very personal friends, they share different levels of quarters to what is practical, impractical, considerate and inconsiderate.

For some reason, some I could get along with eventhough our personalities do not overlap, at times we just don't. I see it as part of life - the practical impracticalities and impractical practises of life! We get along best with those who share the same considerableness and inconsiderableness. Perhaps that is a lesson on being practical!

Another note to consider... I find even more bizarre things going on ... as in 'surprisingly', some prefer to knock off points from my opinion and the way I am. Their reason? --> because I'm not Chinese educated, while some added points to my abilities for what they lack. How practical is that? Very odd indeed?

I wonder, where is the balance between accepting differences and knowing when to be kind? Unkindness knows no odds of what's to be accepted... everything is to be not accepted to have 'one upmanship' for some practical reason? I fail to see it? So, what's seen to be practical can be proven to be impractical for some unknown reason, and the same applies, vice versa. That's the art of winning at all cost - to be inconsiderate of other's feelings and differences!

What's winning and losing all about at the end of the day? Is life so much on a competitive edge? Is there a rule of thumb for what's practical and impractical, and what's considerate and inconsiderate?


Equating the quarters to form one-ness

Some share a quarter of what I have, and some 2-quarters / 3-quarters... and some none! Whatever it is, and what we possess, it all boils down to how one is nurtured and how nature has formed them? I'm not saying that anyone who does not share the same quarters as I do, are deprived of being wholesome etc. It takes several wholesome individuals to work on anything as a team and in partnership i.e. different skills tapped to contribute to a project, a task, even friendship etc? We can still be wholesome in spite of being different, and to form a 'one-ness' in team spirit. Is this so hard to achieve?


Hypothesis on all quarters

What is deemed to be practical can be impractical in the end, and what's impractical can be made practical in the end. Likewise, what's inconsiderate can be viewed as considerate and vice versa.

So, where's the balance in 'getting along'? Whatever happened to forming a happy community. It's sad that the world needs a 'leader' to bring people together and meet halfway to make things work? Why can't everyone have a little leadership within themselves to come together in one considerableness and practicality to work things out?

I am just stalled from time to time while putting my notes together - how the thoughts processing departments vary amongst each individual. I wonder what has happened to being considerate of differences and not gain conveniences out of someone's misery and misfortune. Will considerableness over-rule practicalities, in where practicalities sometimes know no kindness? Does 'being considerate' exist these days, anyway?







Thursday, April 20

Who is getting a Cold Feet Syndrome?

Nope, we're not talking just about the weather that makes our phalanges cold and having a medical syndrome, but the other type - a sudden undecisiveness that involves the future, which makes one suddenly feel like doing a runner to escape from a commitment or being committed.

Sometimes I wonder whether it's a gender thing, or it's a particular ersonality thing - in regards to having cold feet. Perhaps I am just cursed with facing anyone I love who occasionally gets the cold feet? Or perhaps I'm the one who's too determined and intense. Could either be diagnosed as a syndrome? However, experience-wise, it seems so to me that it's only natural to look forward to the future to know where one will be, while the cold feet bits... I have no blinking idea.

Somehow, I have hardly seen the opposite gender's emotions going from a gradual tone down of hot to hot-lukewarmish to lukewarm, then move on from luke warm to luke warmish cold, then to cold, and then to a total freezing point. It's always from sizzling hot to a sudden freezing point. Imagine going into the shower and turning on the hot tap a tad bit too quick, scalding your skin and you start doing the mexican jelly bean dance and yelping 'ouch ouch' in rhythm with the pitter-patter of hot sprays... and then quickly turn on the cold tap in hope to quickly neutralise the hot water and it turns out to be freezing cold and you turn blue and stiff, going "brrrrr". How's that for a feeling - nobody likes that... but it's interesting that the administrator of those feelings do not feel for what the "administrated to" ones feel.

Of course, there are extreme ones that I've come across as well, as in a marriage proposal that I've received at the age of 21. That one scared the blinkers out of me, and I did experience a total 'turned off' feeling which may be the closest to 'having a cold feet' - because this 26 year old guy, whom I fancied some and was at the preliminary dating stages of just going out for lunches-and-movies-kind-of-dates that doesn't involve spit-swapping, seemed to be in a great big rush to settle down. My first suspicion was that he must have mommy issues (thinking marriage will solve it all) and wanting to control everything about me. He was bloody controlling, began dictating what I should wear and whom I should see and whom I should talk to. Scary, that one - a control freak! He even involved the pastor and my friends... I did a big runner and disappeared, change church, my phone number and even moved to another location and changed colleges! LOL That was extreme!

Ah... it is an interesting thing to look / study such quizzical emotions, sometimes quite inter-arresting as well. One may think that as one grows older, such syndrome tapers off due to one's realisation of needs and wants for the future. Nah, it doesn't seem to always work that way. and I think leopards don't really change it's spots? Nevertheless, older as I am now, my mindset has changed. As for most men (friends and acquaintances alike), it seemed that even if their women bang the Bible on their men's heads, hoping that the verses would rain down their heads and seep through their scalp pores to be imbedded into their brains on what's the rightful thing that God has created for us human beings to be to be part of His Will in fulfilling the big puzzle of a plan.

Nevertheless, on my end, at least I've tried my best to make things work for the better with a clear mind and prayed hard for God's invisible hands to support me when I'm hurt and weak. Over time, I felt God's bestowed wisdom in some ways in dealing with all these patiently and lovingly, and that's the only consolation I have for myself. I'm thinking if I had prayed for strength, I'd use it to stranggle the man due to endless unecessary frustrations he has inflicted upon me and rocking the boat for no particular acceptable reason. To be patient or not to be patient with this one? Or rather, am in a situation where I am a patient of the heartache department, or a shrink to my patient, the cold feet one? I will soon see what will unfurl... *angie peeling her eyes to observe*

Then again, this can be read to be amongst life's storms in my journey of life... I'm human, and I'm easily bruised and hurt... in where I'm once again reminded that the heavenly Father will always want me to stay close to Him when my heart is hurting so that He can impart His renewing strength and healing love for me to recover.

Wednesday, April 19

A different Easter

It all began this way for those who are wondering what I'm quipping about this time.... well, for more than 10 months, I've diligently attended Catechism classes (a.k.a. RCIA) to prepare myself for my big day - my Confirmation on Holy Saturday 2006 (I need not be Baptised since the Catholic church recognises the Lutheran Baptism).

Yes, everything took flight and I had my Confirmation on the 15th April 2006, and I had my first Confession on the 11th April 2006. It wasn't easy for me to see to this very day, as for over 10 months, I've carefully monitored my attendance for the Catechism classes to more than 80% to be eligible for my Confirmation at the Catholic church.

In the long journey of RCIA, have I learned anything? Well, if you ask me if I have a change of faith by regressing or by progressing in my walk with Christ, I'd say 'no'. Christianity as a whole, is all about our relationship with Christ, why on earth did man want to split hairs of who's interpreting the Bible correctly and who's not? Hence, making heaven appear to be layered and segregated with different denominations? There's only one Heaven, as in the only one home that Heavenly Father will want to share with us at the end of the day.

Well, in our understanding of the Salvation history and also the evolution of Christianity in Western Civilisation, we find that there are no Biblical heroes that is worthy for Christians to be boasting about with, as all characters are very human and need to be brought to discipline by God. Amongst us, we have streaks of Adams, Eves, Rachels, Sarahs, Abrahams, Jacobs, Isaacs, Esaus, Davids etc, but very few Jobs. In short, from yestercenturies, yesterdecades and yesterdays, people are people, and they all possess the oh-so-familiar weaknesses and strengths.

So back to my recent experience, and this very special Easter of 2006, I've reminisced my little journey through RCIA.... I've learned a different set of things from those provided by the facilitators. There were a whole lot of things when I thought I have been frustrated to the ends of the earth and also demoralised to an extent, but there are learning aspects to them all.

Somehow, I'm uplifted in a way, to understand how great the good Lord is in blessing us all to be humble before Him, and not to behave as if we are our own God to our own lives. As for denominations, I'd like to simplify things since I'm working very hard to be neutral for all. To be specific, I'm addressing the Catholicism and Lutheranism... thanks to my Mama, who has ingrained all her children to understand the roots of Christianity and a partial Catholicism viewpoint behind Papa's back while we were raised under strict Lutheran groundings that frown upon Catholicism.

My mother suffered in her growing years, raised in a broken family, and found her sanctuary in Christ at the tender age of 7. That was when she was converted from Buddhism to Catholicism, and she remembered asking the Priest to baptise her even at her young age. Soon after that, she brought her younger siblings to be baptised as well. I will always remember her bravery and her determination to be a Christian. She was not well-supported by Granny for that decision and also her influence over her siblings, but still, Mama prayed all her life for Granny to convert, which only came through 40 years later. While in those years of relentless praying, she got married to my father, in where she had to convert to the Lutheran faith in order to marry.

I took a reverse walk in comparison to my mother, I join the Catholic faith for the future of my current love and other future plans to be with a Catholic man. In truth, I have no violent rejections of Catholicism, as I understand it in many ways - thanks again to Mama. I was raised, with my mother's words at the back of my head, viewing other denominations are sticks in the mud in regards to the root of Christianity. I saw the traditions within the Catholic church, and also of those within the Lutheran church. I've seen the Anglican ones as well, and find them all very alike, liturgically, and also their roots of beliefs. However, the Catechism classes changed my mind quick enough on those thoughts. I've experienced again, a u-turn journey through the RCIA classes I've attended. The facilitators were and are very close-minded about other denominations, if not dead-set with the idea that the rest of the denominations are not accurate since they are stuck with the pride of how the Catholics began with the Christian Tradition first, historically. The vibes I've received is that, "it's good that you have now come to realise that Catholicism is a journey to take up"... there was a sense of pride there that rubbed me the wrong way. I felt a little slighted that they seemed to be stuck with the idea that I may have found something 'not quite right' with the Lutheran church that brought me to the RCIA classes.

There is nothing wrong with neither Lutheranism, nor the other denominations that I've visited before over the many years of the past. At the end of the day, I'm still very Lutheran at heart, and is open minded to Catholicism because I understand it theorectically. I struggle with the practicality of things attached to the traditions, but I do not fault them, hence, I obediently go through the motions in time to understand it all more over time. In the Lutheran church, I too have my traditions and take pride in them as to those from any other Christian churches of other denominations... all in all, every church has its very own root to Christianity.

Now, back to the RCIA classes... I've brought up one issue after the next in regards to help the facilitators tie in the insurmountable similarities that bind Christian brothers and sisters together under the umbrella of Christianity in spite of churches and denominations that come under different names, interpretations and doctrines. At many instances, I was shot down mid-sentence, or pushed aside. I was not alone in the class, as there are several others who were treated the same way. I felt that as a raised Christian, I feel slighted by all these, how about those who are first time learners of the faith? It must be terribly painful.

At the end of the day, I had more disappointment than joy in this journey of RCIA, but I do not blame God for all these. I looked at how human all of us are and how much we need God's Grace to lead us to perfection when we are so imperfect. Only through Christ, our imperfection can be transformed into perfection.

So, talking about imperfection and perfection, I'd say that I have tons of imperfection that has been made beautiful by Christ, and I'm still transforming each day to be a better person. Not only that I'm learning to be a better person, I feel that I too, have influenced my beau to be more attentive to Catholicism as well. This is Easter is special to me, because I have my love by my side to witness the Confirmation procession that I'm part of... and also, this day marks another milestone in our relationship with each other and also in faith with God - a ecumenism of our own between the Lutheran and the Catholic.