In Search of Happiness
Muhweli, Oct 12 2009
The recent return to Finland has taken its toll but unlike the earlier two years, this year hasn’t resulted in a complete crash and dive into ninth level of depression. Some conversations a while back got me thinking about the whole nature of happiness and what makes people happy. What I figured out was that it’s all relative. But if it’s relative, how do you define it?
Main Entry: hap•pi•ness
Pronunciation: ˈha-pē-nəs
Function: noun
Date: 15th century
1 obsolete : good fortune : prosperity
2 a : a state of well-being and contentment : joy b : a pleasurable or satisfying experience
3 : felicity, aptness
This is The Merriam-Webster dictionary definition of happiness. The definition states that happiness is just a state of well-being and contentment: a pleasurable feeling of satisfaction or joy. It sounds like a really shallow description though and a person who is or has just masturbated would fit into this category whether he was the unhappiest person in the world or not. People want something more, they want a meaning.
Experience versus Ignorance
The definition suggests that each person’s happiness is the figment of their own mind and imagination. Each person creates their own image of happiness in their mind but is this real happiness? Is this satisfying?
The two approaches I figured towards this problem were experiencing life and simply being ignorant. They say money doesn’t bring people happiness, however money does bring the means to experience life and having had the privilege of moderate success in poker, I have had the chance to do some more things that many people never get around to doing.
Once you start to understand the world more, see of it more; you realize that the definition of happiness becomes far more complex as of that it was when we were kids. The level of complexion it will reach depends on our own ambition towards life. Like Donald Trump said: “Think big and kick ass”. His daughter is pretty damn hot by the way.
The meaning of life is not just to meet someone to settle down with, but this is a big part of it all. A lot of people get tied in with the first partner that gives them attention they’ve never gotten before. A few go through a small cycle and most don’t reach 10 through the course of their lifetime. World is changing though and the limiting boundaries between two sexes are loosening. After this summer, the reason why I didn’t crash was that I finally understood that whenever I thought I was happier before with my life, I was trying to settle for less than I could have with some ambition. However, I have pretty much none of the things I want from life yet at the moment. So this brings me to the final question:
Given the chance, would it be better to live an ordinary (more of an old fashioned) life, meet a girl and live happily ever after OR go roam the world, make money, meet the girl(s) you actually enjoy spending time with and risk never finding all this because of your heightened requirements to make you happy in the long term?
Poll: Ignorance vs Knowledge
(Vote): Ignorance is bliss!
(Vote): Knowledge and pain!
Everyone deserves happiness and a lot of people go on living happy, not knowing how much more interesting life could potentially be with some ambition and to be honest, I’m not sure which one of these ways is the better way to be honest and whether I’d go back to the first one if I could – I just realize that my definition of happiness used to be far more modest a few years back.
Cheers! 
Problem officer?
Muhweli, Aug 09 2009
It started like any other Friday; with lunch, pool and dinner. Me, and 3 of my friends came to chill a bit at my place before heading out to some Pub to drink. Having been clubbing for 3 days straight, we decided to at least skip the (pre-after-)hours places and just chill with some beer and good convo.
Or at least that was the plan. Right after leaving Soi Yii-Ship, one of the guys had the idea to go to Coyote to drink some margaritas. While I'm a fan of the margaritas, I'm not a fan of the most annoying sleeper girl who apparently stole my phone charger too. Going there would force a confrontation and whatnot, but it's all in good fun as long as we didn't get stuck with her.
The joke got out of hand when we decided to stay in roughly two hours after closing. Some of the guys were socializing with the staff while I was silently hoping for an exit soon, trying to scout out the status of the girls I actually wouldn't mind seeing that night.
After it was time to close the place, I got called on an old favor to wingman MOB (most annoying bitch) off my friend who was aiming at one in the staff. I couldn't really say no to that since old debts and we decided to stick with the girlbunch with a common (slightly surprising) destination: Khao San Road. Wuhuu! It's worth mentioning that personally for me, it's top 3 places in Thailand that I dislike the most.
One excruciatingly long taxi trip later we arrive and crawl through the clean streets with no sign of black falangs or taxis asking to go to Spicy or Boss or w/e. It was bliss. Or it would've been if it was opposite world. Those who know the place, it's the sexpacker ghetto of Bangkok. Busto travelers with no pretty Thai girl within a kilometer radius.
Two of the guys arrive in a different cab and we don't see them inside as the girls want to go danciiing. "Just dan dan dan!" they say. I figured I'd go in to check whether the other guys would be on the other side chilling as the disco side is just.. well..
I soon find them with a shiisha (or how ever you spell that), some falang girls and a girl of darker complexion, maybe cambodian sitting around a table.
As we're chilling there, some American/British chick scoops in and slips some ganja into the pipe. We don't let this ruin the party, but keep on chilling there, which in retrospect might not have been the best line to take.
Obviously like 15 minutes later, some staff arrives to find our sabai-shiisha. Five to ten minutes later, the police they called over arrives. The girl who slipped in the stuff had tried to slip out but they had catched her at the door, so she was in the group as well.
The police group tried searching for the stuff, but couldn't find it on any of us (including the one who was supposed to have it). Fuck. That meant we ALL had to go to the police station to get it sorted out. The police escorted us out of there and even tho I was amused by the hilarity of the whole situation (partly due to the state of drunkeness etc. we were in anyway), it could potentially be an expensive case of bribery.
Even before arriving, we decided to just point out the falang pooying for extra groping after a democratic 100%-for vote - they still find nothing. Five minute walk and some contemplation later we arrive at the police station where they sit us down on a table that is full of gift baskets. I figured this must be where they bring all the pot heads to feast, but I didn't ask.
We sit there and they research the girl, over and over. It's starting to look bad as we figured she could've ditched it while she was trying to run away, which would've obviously been smart thing for HER to do, but bad thing for us.
Finally she caves in and says "Ok, it's all me. You guys can go." as the stuff magically appears from some of her hidden pockets or something and we just walk out of there, happily greeted by the police officer who's playfully pointing and my pockets and saying something like "You don't have anymore, right? haa haa". I guess the girl is in a fuckbunch of trouble tho (since she didn't look like the kinda girl who has enough money lying around), but suits those tourists right!! :heart:
For a minute, we think of going back but then just hop on a cab and head towards Soi Yii-Ship, only sending an SMS to the girls we left behind in the Gazebo disco (they have no idea what's been going on). Apparently they didn't believe we were reeled in by the coppers, but can't really afford to care.
We ship Scratch dog for a while, even tho it's already like 5 AM or so and me and one of my friends leave the place with a couple of girls who are going out to eat or something. I thought I managed to convince them to come up to my place "near near schath dog" for a drink, but appearance of of the two other guys at the scene might or might not have affected their decisions as they were shouting something about remembering to buy condoms and whatnot.
The girls said they'd go to eat at Thong Lor or something and it was alrdy 6 AM so we figured it was time to call it a night. I pick up my phone and see 16 missed calls from a number and some messages. At that point, my phone rings again and I answer. Apparently a girl had ninjaed her way through security to 19th floor and was there sitting in front of my room. Daymn! Showing in unannounced is pretty big no-no to be honest but it worked out fine for me tonight. Had the two girls followed us back to my place, this TR would probably be even longer and include some blood.
All-in-all, great success!!
Cliff-notes:
[x] Went to Khao San with a bunch of dumpkopfs and waitresses (and combination of both)
[x] Got arrested for drug possession
[x] The one with the drugs confessed
[x] Falang girl's gonna get assraped in prison
[x] Walked away without having to bribe anyone
Cheers!
Clear as vodka
Muhweli, Aug 04 2009
Feeling the cool breeze of the morning aircon brushing towards my face, I slowly regained consciousness as I turned my head in a slight feeling of confusion. Last night was a dark blur of images, portraits of the past. Slowly I slide my hands on the bed covers, only to find an empty piece of mattress, still warm but with no one to keep it that way. The bird must have left the nest.
The oaky feeling in the crouch, the wood of the morning, was driving mi nuts. The mystery behind the dark angel who had left as mysteriously as she had arrived was burrowing it's roots deeper into my thoughts as there was nobody to calm down the beast that was roaming inside; wanting for more. Why had she left? Where had she gone? The rotation was decreasing, rapidly. Something was wrong here. Something sinister.
The shady images started to become more vivid. A soft kiss of the treacherous siren of the night and her calming yet sexy voice whispering "want go sleep?" started feeling more like reality than a dream. Something must have happened for her to leave. A single drop of drying blood on the living room floor gave a hint towards what had happened. I found out that Lady Luck was a whore; and I was fresh out of cash.
I threw off the bed cover and truth was unfolded. A messy, ugly truth. There was no glory in this. I hadn't asked for this crap. Trouble had come to me, in big dark swarms. The good and the just, they were like gold dust in this city. I had no illusions. I was not one of them. I was no hero. Just me and the tool, and the broad. My options had decreased to a singular course.
So who's up for clubbing tonight?
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