Saturday, 24 December 2011
so because i am so lazy and constipated in my thoughts that i'll just let the photos do the talking.
This is how my December 2011 went by.
Friday, 25 November 2011
How He Loves
This song has always and forever will have a special place in my heart.
I love it, i really do.
And I, 100% agree with what John (the writer/singer of the song) said about Love.
Love hurts. Yet Love heals. And unfortunately, we need to hurt before we can heal.
Should go listen to this from the album, super powerful.
Thursday, 24 November 2011
equating $ to time.
is one of the many tell-tale signs society is in the process of degradation.
When you think of the countless things you can achieve with the luxury of time (hearing the last few words of a beloved before he/she passes on, having an epiphany on a 17 year old problem, reconciling with people who mean something to you, sharing a laugh with your best friend, feeling the freedom of forgiveness from a life-long grudge you had against someone...and the list goes on..) simply equating the value of it all to a single and utterly inadequate form of power, money, is just.... not right.
for one, you cheapen the value of time and all that it can be achieved in it... no actually you are saying all those moments in life can be bought, which is not even logical because it is not even possible.
Secondly, you cheapen the equals sign (=) because it is NOT equal.
When we live with the mentality, (get caught up with the motions of the day... of work... of productivity... of capitalist mindsets) that time is money period, you are really reducing yourself to a mere factor of production to the economy.
You are, by choice, reducing yourself to a system that is inherently flawed, a system you most likely would not agree with (unless you are not poor).
You are, in short, closing up the number of ways in which you can live life.
& there are so many ways you can live life, but sometimes we get caught up with the generic flow of things.
we let the majority, establishment and major events dictate the way in which we live our lives.
why?
are not all man created equal and free? (sounds so declaration of indep of U.S)
why are we surrendering our freedom up to a cause we do not even like?
it is like purposely enslaving yourself to serve a person whom you absolutely hate, and yes we are doing this willfully just because, we look around and that is what everyone seems to be doing, no?
I mean, if not, you would not be normal right? that is normal right??
working hard, getting rich, having a stable family, living 'the life' and then you die.
doing otherwise would be.... crazy, no?
who is the real crazy?
the one who lives out of honesty and is perceived to be crazy or the one who lives out of fear and pretense just so he/she can be perceived as normal?
When you think of the countless things you can achieve with the luxury of time (hearing the last few words of a beloved before he/she passes on, having an epiphany on a 17 year old problem, reconciling with people who mean something to you, sharing a laugh with your best friend, feeling the freedom of forgiveness from a life-long grudge you had against someone...and the list goes on..) simply equating the value of it all to a single and utterly inadequate form of power, money, is just.... not right.
for one, you cheapen the value of time and all that it can be achieved in it... no actually you are saying all those moments in life can be bought, which is not even logical because it is not even possible.
Secondly, you cheapen the equals sign (=) because it is NOT equal.
When we live with the mentality, (get caught up with the motions of the day... of work... of productivity... of capitalist mindsets) that time is money period, you are really reducing yourself to a mere factor of production to the economy.
You are, by choice, reducing yourself to a system that is inherently flawed, a system you most likely would not agree with (unless you are not poor).
You are, in short, closing up the number of ways in which you can live life.
& there are so many ways you can live life, but sometimes we get caught up with the generic flow of things.
we let the majority, establishment and major events dictate the way in which we live our lives.
why?
are not all man created equal and free? (sounds so declaration of indep of U.S)
why are we surrendering our freedom up to a cause we do not even like?
it is like purposely enslaving yourself to serve a person whom you absolutely hate, and yes we are doing this willfully just because, we look around and that is what everyone seems to be doing, no?
I mean, if not, you would not be normal right? that is normal right??
working hard, getting rich, having a stable family, living 'the life' and then you die.
doing otherwise would be.... crazy, no?
who is the real crazy?
the one who lives out of honesty and is perceived to be crazy or the one who lives out of fear and pretense just so he/she can be perceived as normal?
why i like to make life difficult for myself.
in the Singaporean context, if you do something in which the outcome has no tangible benefits or pragmatic use in relation to daily life but only difficulty in the process, it is called 'making life difficult' for one's self.
one of the many phrases thrown at me throughout this year in particular is, 'why do you like to make life difficult for yourself?' or in otherwords, if a cause has no tangible benefits or pragmatic use in daily life, why bother doing it? OR why are you troubling yourself with something in which you will not be graded on?
now. just imagine, a world in which no one pursued anything which had no tangible benefit to themselves or serve any function in getting on with their daily life.
we would not have discovered the theory of relativity. (or any scientific theory for that matter and all their implications)
we would not the internet.i.e you would not be reading this now.
we would not have lightning conductors. (houses will all be burnt down to the ground especially in Singapore)
we would not know what cancer is.
in short, we would not have progressed.
we would still be in the dark ages, writing on the insides of cave walls, grunting at one another.
it is precisely the spirit of questioning that has got us this far.
the world is the way it is because someone, somewhere, along the lines of history, 'made life difficult' for themselves.
so.... why do i make life 'difficult' for myself...?
as cliche and as high a probability that this might not happen, changing the world in a substantial and positive way is on my life's agenda.
one of the many phrases thrown at me throughout this year in particular is, 'why do you like to make life difficult for yourself?' or in otherwords, if a cause has no tangible benefits or pragmatic use in daily life, why bother doing it? OR why are you troubling yourself with something in which you will not be graded on?
now. just imagine, a world in which no one pursued anything which had no tangible benefit to themselves or serve any function in getting on with their daily life.
we would not have discovered the theory of relativity. (or any scientific theory for that matter and all their implications)
we would not the internet.i.e you would not be reading this now.
we would not have lightning conductors. (houses will all be burnt down to the ground especially in Singapore)
we would not know what cancer is.
in short, we would not have progressed.
we would still be in the dark ages, writing on the insides of cave walls, grunting at one another.
it is precisely the spirit of questioning that has got us this far.
the world is the way it is because someone, somewhere, along the lines of history, 'made life difficult' for themselves.
so.... why do i make life 'difficult' for myself...?
as cliche and as high a probability that this might not happen, changing the world in a substantial and positive way is on my life's agenda.
Tuesday, 22 November 2011
Sometimes i really wonder....
what. on. earth. am. i. doing.
really.
what.
yes there is a time to be lost, a place for confusion.
but seriously, isn't this just. too. much?
really.
what.
yes there is a time to be lost, a place for confusion.
but seriously, isn't this just. too. much?
Monday, 21 November 2011
we were born into the fight
I want to say that life is worth living.
WORTH living.
despite it all.
despite how transient it all is.
here today and gone the next day.
despite how fragile and temporal everything is.
including the things we place value on.
it is really as the philosopher says in Ecclesiastes, meaningless.
so then, what would make life worth living.
really.
the enjoyment?
fleeting pleasures?
what is the point.
what really is the point of life if it is all going to just fade into nothingness as time goes on.
and for the those with noble ambitions, what is the point of going down in history and being remembered if the impact you are going to make is only going to last as long as the lifespan of an average person? yes that person will fade away someday too.
and although there might be repercussions on future generations, if future generations are just going to die off (yes its one whole self-repeating cycle), what then is the inherent value of that?
what is the point?
eventually everything dies off.... no?
what is the point of enriching the whole human race if they are going to die out individually, and eventually?
there is no true value in that if you think about it.
And in order for life to be worth living, there has to be some true value in it.
And as we have already agreed, true value cannot have an expiry date.
If not it cannot be considered true value.
Therefore, this means we acknowledge that in order for something to be of true value, it has to be timeless. not restricted by time. it has to last.
Hence the only way in which this life would ever make sense and thereafter be worth living is when we have an eternal cause that we are living for. something that will defy the barriers of time. something that will last. and i mean forever. Yes i know forever is hard to comprehend, sorry i mean it is impossible to comprehend because as we are now in the human state, we are limited, finite beings so obviously there is no way we are going to comprehend forever.
But how about imagining. i think we'll probably have better 'luck' with that.
Reason begets Being. (what i took away from school of thought's lecture)
It sometimes really amazes me how logical people think they are, what with their lives and everything but yet make zero sense when it comes to the purpose of their existence.
And by this i mean...they have to make sense of everything in their lives but they do not make sense of their life in totality. which is really kinda ironic.
because that is like saying there must be a reason why there are road signs on the road but no reason why there are roads.
Well i say.... reason begets being.
it is a simple logic really.
just look around you.
for everything that you see, there is a reason why it exists.
a pen, to write.
an eraser, to erase.
a rubik's cube (being), to exercise one's brain (reason).
nothing exists for no reason.
likewise, we came into being, (were born into this world, survived pregnancy and possibly a 1001 disasters that could have happened to us) because of a reason.
we were born out of a purpose and a reason.
and obviously this suggests a higher power, a supreme being who had a reason for us to come into being just like the way a pen came into being because we wanted (reason) to write.
unfortunately unlike a belt or a guitar, the reason in which we exist is not quite as clear.
why do humans exist?
well... go figure.
haha.
but i would say that there is a generic reason in which we exist, and there is a specific reason in which we exist.
just like the way words exist to carry a message, and how each word adds a different flavour to the message/story.
we are words in a story.
the true meaning of our existence is dependent on an external reason by something greater than ourselves and this is the only way that such a short life could ever possibly make sense, and therefore this makes life worth living.
WORTH living.
despite it all.
despite how transient it all is.
here today and gone the next day.
despite how fragile and temporal everything is.
including the things we place value on.
it is really as the philosopher says in Ecclesiastes, meaningless.
so then, what would make life worth living.
really.
the enjoyment?
fleeting pleasures?
what is the point.
what really is the point of life if it is all going to just fade into nothingness as time goes on.
and for the those with noble ambitions, what is the point of going down in history and being remembered if the impact you are going to make is only going to last as long as the lifespan of an average person? yes that person will fade away someday too.
and although there might be repercussions on future generations, if future generations are just going to die off (yes its one whole self-repeating cycle), what then is the inherent value of that?
what is the point?
eventually everything dies off.... no?
what is the point of enriching the whole human race if they are going to die out individually, and eventually?
there is no true value in that if you think about it.
And in order for life to be worth living, there has to be some true value in it.
And as we have already agreed, true value cannot have an expiry date.
If not it cannot be considered true value.
Therefore, this means we acknowledge that in order for something to be of true value, it has to be timeless. not restricted by time. it has to last.
Hence the only way in which this life would ever make sense and thereafter be worth living is when we have an eternal cause that we are living for. something that will defy the barriers of time. something that will last. and i mean forever. Yes i know forever is hard to comprehend, sorry i mean it is impossible to comprehend because as we are now in the human state, we are limited, finite beings so obviously there is no way we are going to comprehend forever.
But how about imagining. i think we'll probably have better 'luck' with that.
Reason begets Being. (what i took away from school of thought's lecture)
It sometimes really amazes me how logical people think they are, what with their lives and everything but yet make zero sense when it comes to the purpose of their existence.
And by this i mean...they have to make sense of everything in their lives but they do not make sense of their life in totality. which is really kinda ironic.
because that is like saying there must be a reason why there are road signs on the road but no reason why there are roads.
Well i say.... reason begets being.
it is a simple logic really.
just look around you.
for everything that you see, there is a reason why it exists.
a pen, to write.
an eraser, to erase.
a rubik's cube (being), to exercise one's brain (reason).
nothing exists for no reason.
likewise, we came into being, (were born into this world, survived pregnancy and possibly a 1001 disasters that could have happened to us) because of a reason.
we were born out of a purpose and a reason.
and obviously this suggests a higher power, a supreme being who had a reason for us to come into being just like the way a pen came into being because we wanted (reason) to write.
unfortunately unlike a belt or a guitar, the reason in which we exist is not quite as clear.
why do humans exist?
well... go figure.
haha.
but i would say that there is a generic reason in which we exist, and there is a specific reason in which we exist.
just like the way words exist to carry a message, and how each word adds a different flavour to the message/story.
we are words in a story.
the true meaning of our existence is dependent on an external reason by something greater than ourselves and this is the only way that such a short life could ever possibly make sense, and therefore this makes life worth living.
Tuesday, 15 November 2011
Will there ever come a time/place where questioning is wrong?
I am sure you must have heard that too much of a good thing is a bad thing.
Well, what about the neutral things? like questioning?
Will there ever come a time when questioning becomes.... wrong? or invalid or out of place?
Heh. How ironic for this is a question in itself.
Well, what about the neutral things? like questioning?
Will there ever come a time when questioning becomes.... wrong? or invalid or out of place?
Heh. How ironic for this is a question in itself.
Friday, 11 November 2011
Can't get enough of this
I dont mean to be a beliber (however you spell it) but... i really can't get enough of this.
His rendition of this song is just so good.
Plus he's really cute here.
And i dont mean this like.... in the whole 'OMG HE'S SO CUTE.' gush gush gush kind of thing.
I mean cute as in... child-like kind of cute.
And i think that's what sets him apart from many other teens who can also sing.
He is just being him and doing what he loves best.
Sigh it must be quite the experience being this famous at 17.
Golly i would just go with it if i were him too. heh.
Thursday, 10 November 2011
i am thinking....
you know how when people are in the same or similar situations you would say that they are 'in the same boat'?
well, i've realised recently that there are many people on my boat.
and you would think that since that there are so many people on my boat, i/we wouldnt feel so bad, except that the boat i am on is completely silent.
Sometimes even if you are in a similar situation as someone, or maybe because you are in a similar situation as that someone or someones, you realise you have nothing to say.
no advice to offer.
no direction to give.
maybe the most you can do is offer a sense of silent comfort.
the kind of comfort that says 'i know what you are going through, i am right here with you' without really saying anything.
i am on the same boat as so many others, but it's a really silent boat.
we are on the same quiet boat in a raging storm.
and hopefully, it isnt sinking.
but on the other hand if it does sink, at least it will force us to learn how to swim. (i can't swim)
The RMS Titanic.
You know i just watched the movie Titanic. Loved/love it.
And i think to myself, maybe being on a sinking ship isnt so bad after all.
Jack encountered true (well) love. Never before experienced in his vagabond existence. even right through the end, he stayed through to his convictions of life being one grand adventure. he was consistent from his beginning till his end.
And rose, well rose found life in her near death experience. freedom from expectations. from societal norms. from marrying a guy and into a life that wasn't her.
Titanic, a disaster to most, was the best thing that could have ever happened to them.
not all disasters are catastrophic after all eh?
what is your titanic?
well, i've realised recently that there are many people on my boat.
and you would think that since that there are so many people on my boat, i/we wouldnt feel so bad, except that the boat i am on is completely silent.
Sometimes even if you are in a similar situation as someone, or maybe because you are in a similar situation as that someone or someones, you realise you have nothing to say.
no advice to offer.
no direction to give.
maybe the most you can do is offer a sense of silent comfort.
the kind of comfort that says 'i know what you are going through, i am right here with you' without really saying anything.
i am on the same boat as so many others, but it's a really silent boat.
we are on the same quiet boat in a raging storm.
and hopefully, it isnt sinking.
but on the other hand if it does sink, at least it will force us to learn how to swim. (i can't swim)
The RMS Titanic.
You know i just watched the movie Titanic. Loved/love it.
And i think to myself, maybe being on a sinking ship isnt so bad after all.
Jack encountered true (well) love. Never before experienced in his vagabond existence. even right through the end, he stayed through to his convictions of life being one grand adventure. he was consistent from his beginning till his end.
And rose, well rose found life in her near death experience. freedom from expectations. from societal norms. from marrying a guy and into a life that wasn't her.
Titanic, a disaster to most, was the best thing that could have ever happened to them.
not all disasters are catastrophic after all eh?
what is your titanic?
Saturday, 5 November 2011
some covoluted thoughts on money and the meaning of value.
I think one of the main flaws that came with the great invention of the modern monetary system is the misplacement and misunderstanding of value by society.
Of what constitutes value.
You see, because value in itself is a highly subjective and ambiguous thing/concept to begin with, (something that the human mind has constantly struggled with), the modern monetary system unofficially and highly inadequately filled in this gap by arbitrary defining value for purely pragmatic reasons when it was created and hence, has from then on become (more or less) the standard for value. Or in the other words, we took price=value.
(wow i am so...un...understandable.... pls pardon the convoluted and incoherent writing and i hope you get my drift.)
But if you think about it (ha i am told i use this phrase a lot), how accurate is this? and how logical is this really?
Economics 101, tells us that a price arises from the interaction between forces of demand and supply. This means that we if were to take the value of something to be as the price states it to be, the average consumer or person in society defines value as according to how much a supplier is willing to sell it at and how much a buyer is willing to purchase it at. (of course this sch of thought already assumes price=value)
What this really means is that i am taking a strangers' perception of value of an object and adopting it as my own. (this could be liken to adopting a stranger's favourite colour to be your favourite colour, which one would normally consider.... rather absurd)
And then if you deconstruct the money=value thing, you'd realise how inequitable/absurd the monetary system can be.
For eg, who decided that food=a price, if food is the thing that sustains human life?
Or in another sense,
With S$3.90, i can either buy a plate of chicken rice (if you are an international reader, this is basically a Singaporean local favourite dish... you should try it sometime) or a pilot pen.
Now, how is that equitable?
On one hand you have an object that satisfies (as according to maslow's hierarchy of needs) your most basic needs, yet on the other you have an object that is a tool that you use to express the highest form of need you have. (creativity...etc... self-actualisation essentially)
But then you would probably say, to each his/her own. Or rather ... to each his/her own need.
Yeah i guess, but.... i don't know.
It just.... doesnt feel right/equitable.
Anywhos... I just feel that with society placing so much emphasis on the tangible and the economy, we have abandoned the meaning of value to the monetary system. I suspect it is partly because we did not have a good and solid idea of what value meant in the beginning and secondly because we're just lazy, superficial crowd-followers. Hence, we abandoned it to the monetary system. Hmmm and maybe because we are devotees of the monetary system as well.
To me, true value is intangible.
True value is priceless. And this should not even be ironic as it so often comes across as nowadays.
The reason why this is so is because we have so closely yet erroneously associated value=price.
Value is subjective.
Value doesn't/shouldn't come with a standardised number.
Value is personal.
Value is what the entity means to you.
And i think the greatest disproof of value=price or price=value is what we consider most valuable in our lives.
Joy.
Love.
Peace.
Security.
And the people who embody these attributes.
People like our friends. siblings. Parents.
Human relations.
Value.
what is value?
I think value is an infinite concept.
Something immeasurable if you really want to stay true to what value really means.
Ergo, it cannot be contained to an arbitrary number, just like the way you can never ever name a price for a human relationship (friendship, parent-child). <-- (assuming you are not into human-trafficking)
Value should therefore also be timeless.
If the value of something can depreciate over time, then..... that would make the nature of that object's value rather low or superficial in the first place. (since it is liable to change over time)
Shouldn't true value be a constant?
Or maybe it should be an ever-increasing thing, kinda like the universe.
I don't know.
'The regard that something is held to deserve; the importance or preciousness of something' - google's def of value. Hmmm.... have to agree with this one. (for now)
Of what constitutes value.
You see, because value in itself is a highly subjective and ambiguous thing/concept to begin with, (something that the human mind has constantly struggled with), the modern monetary system unofficially and highly inadequately filled in this gap by arbitrary defining value for purely pragmatic reasons when it was created and hence, has from then on become (more or less) the standard for value. Or in the other words, we took price=value.
(wow i am so...un...understandable.... pls pardon the convoluted and incoherent writing and i hope you get my drift.)
But if you think about it (ha i am told i use this phrase a lot), how accurate is this? and how logical is this really?
Economics 101, tells us that a price arises from the interaction between forces of demand and supply. This means that we if were to take the value of something to be as the price states it to be, the average consumer or person in society defines value as according to how much a supplier is willing to sell it at and how much a buyer is willing to purchase it at. (of course this sch of thought already assumes price=value)
What this really means is that i am taking a strangers' perception of value of an object and adopting it as my own. (this could be liken to adopting a stranger's favourite colour to be your favourite colour, which one would normally consider.... rather absurd)
And then if you deconstruct the money=value thing, you'd realise how inequitable/absurd the monetary system can be.
For eg, who decided that food=a price, if food is the thing that sustains human life?
Or in another sense,
With S$3.90, i can either buy a plate of chicken rice (if you are an international reader, this is basically a Singaporean local favourite dish... you should try it sometime) or a pilot pen.
Now, how is that equitable?
On one hand you have an object that satisfies (as according to maslow's hierarchy of needs) your most basic needs, yet on the other you have an object that is a tool that you use to express the highest form of need you have. (creativity...etc... self-actualisation essentially)
But then you would probably say, to each his/her own. Or rather ... to each his/her own need.
Yeah i guess, but.... i don't know.
It just.... doesnt feel right/equitable.
Anywhos... I just feel that with society placing so much emphasis on the tangible and the economy, we have abandoned the meaning of value to the monetary system. I suspect it is partly because we did not have a good and solid idea of what value meant in the beginning and secondly because we're just lazy, superficial crowd-followers. Hence, we abandoned it to the monetary system. Hmmm and maybe because we are devotees of the monetary system as well.
To me, true value is intangible.
True value is priceless. And this should not even be ironic as it so often comes across as nowadays.
The reason why this is so is because we have so closely yet erroneously associated value=price.
Value is subjective.
Value doesn't/shouldn't come with a standardised number.
Value is personal.
Value is what the entity means to you.
And i think the greatest disproof of value=price or price=value is what we consider most valuable in our lives.
Joy.
Love.
Peace.
Security.
And the people who embody these attributes.
People like our friends. siblings. Parents.
Human relations.
Value.
what is value?
I think value is an infinite concept.
Something immeasurable if you really want to stay true to what value really means.
Ergo, it cannot be contained to an arbitrary number, just like the way you can never ever name a price for a human relationship (friendship, parent-child). <-- (assuming you are not into human-trafficking)
Value should therefore also be timeless.
If the value of something can depreciate over time, then..... that would make the nature of that object's value rather low or superficial in the first place. (since it is liable to change over time)
Shouldn't true value be a constant?
Or maybe it should be an ever-increasing thing, kinda like the universe.
I don't know.
'The regard that something is held to deserve; the importance or preciousness of something' - google's def of value. Hmmm.... have to agree with this one. (for now)
One of the reasons why my father (parents) do what they do.
"He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain that which he cannot lose." - Jim Elliot.
Missionary to Ecuador.
Missionary to Ecuador.
Saturday, 29 October 2011
How's this for tape sculpturing?
YES THIS IS A SLIDE YOU CAN ACTUALLY RIDE ON.
WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
HOW COOL IS THAT MANXZXZXZXZNSFKBSDJBDDBDSJHBDJSBFJHB
recently i took an amateur class in school (part of some post-promos prog) on tape sculpturing.
I sculpt my nalgene bottle. (haha)
have you seen it?
in case you havent.
HAHA.
in comparison to the above pics, this is just.........................zzzz.............
anyways, HOW. COOL. IS. THAT. RIGHT. (not talking about my bottle sculpture of course and i know i said this already)
it was done by an european group of designers called, 'numen'.
omg. someone ship me to europe already
all the cool art/design stuff are happening there...
i am MISSING.OUT.
oh wells theres always the internet.
NO. not enough. it isnt enough. (haah i am talking to myself)
k anyways if you wanna find out more about them check this out.
ciao!
Wednesday, 19 October 2011
I never got why people love nigahiga. I DO NOW.
HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAA
FINALLY.
Somebody feels the same way as i do.
"THAT AWKWARD MOMENT"is becoming SUCH an overused phrase, i almost cringe when i hear it now.
Tuesday, 18 October 2011
Pride is an easily-disguised thing.
Supercilious. Arrogant. Haughty. Conceited. Disdainful. Condescending.
me.
but if you're observant enough, the signs are all there.
me.
but if you're observant enough, the signs are all there.
The Hard Truth.
I guess the Truth is always easier to say when it isn't for you.
When it is for you, it's..... humbling.
And the worst thing is when you tell someone something,
And as much as it is for them, it is also for you.
It's like you telling you what to do/what you need to hear.
Our subconscious mind has a funny way of telling out conscious mind what to do.
And then you'll feel like crap cause you just feel like a major hypocrite.
But i guess when put into perspective, when you tell someone something it doesn't mean that you have got it all figured out.
The judge that trials criminals is not righteous either, although the world expects him to be.
The judge is human too.
The policeman is not immune to committing crimes himself.
Caught in a cross-fire and he bleeds.
He's human too.
Prone to everything we are prone to.
Similarly, just because you say something, does not make you an expert.
It just means that you recognise the value of it and are nothing but an acknowledged fellow learner.
We are all learners.
Everyday we wake and it is impossible to go through the day without having learnt something new.
Learning is a process.
Change is a process.
Let's all just take in the reality of the human condition and learn to cut everyone including ourselves some slack.
We are all still learning, changing, works in progress.
When it is for you, it's..... humbling.
And the worst thing is when you tell someone something,
And as much as it is for them, it is also for you.
It's like you telling you what to do/what you need to hear.
Our subconscious mind has a funny way of telling out conscious mind what to do.
And then you'll feel like crap cause you just feel like a major hypocrite.
But i guess when put into perspective, when you tell someone something it doesn't mean that you have got it all figured out.
The judge that trials criminals is not righteous either, although the world expects him to be.
The judge is human too.
The policeman is not immune to committing crimes himself.
Caught in a cross-fire and he bleeds.
He's human too.
Prone to everything we are prone to.
Similarly, just because you say something, does not make you an expert.
It just means that you recognise the value of it and are nothing but an acknowledged fellow learner.
We are all learners.
Everyday we wake and it is impossible to go through the day without having learnt something new.
Learning is a process.
Change is a process.
Let's all just take in the reality of the human condition and learn to cut everyone including ourselves some slack.
We are all still learning, changing, works in progress.
Monday, 17 October 2011
Results/Uberly-Long-Breaks/PW,OP/Training/Frolick
Yeap. So... that's pretty much how my day went today.
I didn't really feel much when i got back my results today.
Results that i would have found appalling the same time last year.
I am......a completely different person. (good thing bad thing.... i dont know)
I failed 2 H2 subjects, History and Econs .
But i guess, i didnt/dont feel anything much cause..... i expected it. (ah.. the power of expectations)
Yet, of course i did feel something when i first got back my paper.
It's just like what i told my friend today.
There will always be this gap between what we expect and when we actually feel it when it happens.
But it wasnt that bad. Which was... rather surprising to me actually. (haha)
I have grown to become rather non-chalent. These days especially.....
And i think i didnt/dont really take it that hard cause.... i dont really know what i want.
Yupp. Still figuring that one out.
I guess it's like if you have no direction, you wouldn't mind getting lost. (ha!)
Ahh.... life..... it's such a funny thing.
I've learnt to take things whatever they may be, and come what may, in my stride.
And to enjoy the journey whilst i am at it all.
I mean.... might as well right.... (heheh)
Ah.... i have the perfect word for this in chinese, 看的开.
That is what i have accomplished.
Okay, either that or.... i am completely delusional. (HAHA)
Mmmmm...... but no.... people in school keep/kept asking me why i was so laxed about it and i told them that i could either be delusional (like this is all just a dream/nightmare) or i have learnt to let it go, and they were all like.... i think you're delusional.
I guess that's because going with delusional makes for a more humorous conversation but mainly because.... I guess they assume i want to promote.
I.... I dont know if i want to promote to be honest.
I dont see the point in rushing a national exam if you are simply just not ready for it.
You are ruining yourself.
Your future.
And you would have wasted 2 years instead of 1 if you had stayed back.
Now that, is the real delusional. Thinking that you will be able to make it when in actual fact, your results suggests otherwise.
Delusional and a little self-destructive too actually, come to think about it.
See. the thing about A Levels is that you cant just scrap pass, no-no you have to get your As, if not you'll invariably end up in a course that society deems crappy or you deem crappy.
And then, you will end up in a career that is crappy.
Yeap, talk about repercussion.
Sheesh.
sigh.
I don't know.
I really don't.
For once in my life, I. don't. know.
Life to me now... is just a huge Question Mark.
Like this:
?
They say... a way to make God laugh is to tell Him your plans for your future.
This made me laugh. Still does.
I just watched grey's anatomy (as a way to unwind from an otherwise tiresome day to say the least), and it ended of with this line, "smooth rides make for boring stories.... a little calamity... that's worth talking about".
I guess it's time to turn over to the One that has all the answers and knows.
'I don't know' is perhaps the most realistic and honest statement a human could ever make.
And.... intelligent too, ironically (heh).
i don't know. but, what i do know is, He knows.
And that is enough.
Isn't it?
I didn't really feel much when i got back my results today.
Results that i would have found appalling the same time last year.
I am......a completely different person. (good thing bad thing.... i dont know)
I failed 2 H2 subjects, History and Econs .
But i guess, i didnt/dont feel anything much cause..... i expected it. (ah.. the power of expectations)
Yet, of course i did feel something when i first got back my paper.
It's just like what i told my friend today.
There will always be this gap between what we expect and when we actually feel it when it happens.
But it wasnt that bad. Which was... rather surprising to me actually. (haha)
I have grown to become rather non-chalent. These days especially.....
And i think i didnt/dont really take it that hard cause.... i dont really know what i want.
Yupp. Still figuring that one out.
I guess it's like if you have no direction, you wouldn't mind getting lost. (ha!)
Ahh.... life..... it's such a funny thing.
I've learnt to take things whatever they may be, and come what may, in my stride.
And to enjoy the journey whilst i am at it all.
I mean.... might as well right.... (heheh)
Ah.... i have the perfect word for this in chinese, 看的开.
That is what i have accomplished.
Okay, either that or.... i am completely delusional. (HAHA)
Mmmmm...... but no.... people in school keep/kept asking me why i was so laxed about it and i told them that i could either be delusional (like this is all just a dream/nightmare) or i have learnt to let it go, and they were all like.... i think you're delusional.
I guess that's because going with delusional makes for a more humorous conversation but mainly because.... I guess they assume i want to promote.
I.... I dont know if i want to promote to be honest.
I dont see the point in rushing a national exam if you are simply just not ready for it.
You are ruining yourself.
Your future.
And you would have wasted 2 years instead of 1 if you had stayed back.
Now that, is the real delusional. Thinking that you will be able to make it when in actual fact, your results suggests otherwise.
Delusional and a little self-destructive too actually, come to think about it.
See. the thing about A Levels is that you cant just scrap pass, no-no you have to get your As, if not you'll invariably end up in a course that society deems crappy or you deem crappy.
And then, you will end up in a career that is crappy.
Yeap, talk about repercussion.
Sheesh.
sigh.
I don't know.
I really don't.
For once in my life, I. don't. know.
Life to me now... is just a huge Question Mark.
Like this:
?
They say... a way to make God laugh is to tell Him your plans for your future.
This made me laugh. Still does.
I just watched grey's anatomy (as a way to unwind from an otherwise tiresome day to say the least), and it ended of with this line, "smooth rides make for boring stories.... a little calamity... that's worth talking about".
I guess it's time to turn over to the One that has all the answers and knows.
'I don't know' is perhaps the most realistic and honest statement a human could ever make.
And.... intelligent too, ironically (heh).
i don't know. but, what i do know is, He knows.
And that is enough.
Isn't it?
Brooke Fraser is probably The most romantic singer/songwriter ever.
Okay this fan made video is really bad so just.... click play, listen and follow the lyrics below.
Your eyes are full
Full of the future of us
The air changes as you look across
At me in that wondering way
It is as if
I knew you before we spoke
Do our hearts know something we don't?
Conspiring, converging without giving us any say
You, sing me to sleep
Talk down my walls
Look through my windows as I wait
You could be the thief
I give the key to
You're ruining me
With secrets and gestures and looks
With sonnets from second-hand books
Playing the chords in me nobody knew how to play
It fits in your hand like water in rain
It unlocks our two different selves
And shows we are the same
Rather than wait `til I put me out for the taking
You're breaking
You're breaking
You're breaking into my heart
And I'm letting you
Your eyes are full
Full of the future of us
The air changes as you look across
At me in that wondering way
It is as if
I knew you before we spoke
Do our hearts know something we don't?
Conspiring, converging without giving us any say
You, sing me to sleep
Talk down my walls
Look through my windows as I wait
You could be the thief
I give the key to
You're ruining me
With secrets and gestures and looks
With sonnets from second-hand books
Playing the chords in me nobody knew how to play
It fits in your hand like water in rain
It unlocks our two different selves
And shows we are the same
Rather than wait `til I put me out for the taking
You're breaking
You're breaking
You're breaking into my heart
And I'm letting you
Sunday, 16 October 2011
'Kopped' from Someone else's blog.....
I think I was googling for images of random things when i serendipitously stumbled on this person's blog. I really like her blog. (I think it's a her)
And this post, this one post spoke to me because it is exactly how I feel, and she put it so... so... so... (okay not to sound mercenary-ish but) she is right on the money.
So.
If by some random stroke of serendipity, you (the author) so happenstancely are reading this...
Please don't sue me or anything. I have credited you and you should be honoured on the contrary that I am reposting your post because it has touched someone else's life (mine namely and possibly the next person reading this other than me).
Alright, enough disclaimering, here is the post:
God is not a vegetable.
As sunshine began streaming through the cold glass windows of our lounge room, so too did revelation. As I wrote on a blank new page this fine second morning of Spring, the flow of my thoughts and ink were, by habit, about to write: Be my everything (out of some frustrated lack of desire and understanding). Yet it occurred to me that my everything has never been enough, my everything is lacking, my everything is deprived and deficient. I definitely need more than my everything if I want life to be richer and fuller. It made me realise I had been treating God as though He were as good for me as vegetables. Though I go through binge periods of glutton faced junk and pointless gorging, I always return to ‘incorporating’ vegetables into the diet because I know they’re good for me, I don’t know the nitty gritty of how the different nutrients within each vegetable is absorbed, processed and then assists my body in functioning healthily, but I know it’s good for my insides and consequently also, my outsides. So, previously, I may have sounded like an ‘advocate’ for something of a ‘healthy lifestyle’, reducing the sovereignty or transcendence of incredible God to simply being convinced that everyone would be healthier with Him in life. Sure, of late, I’ve begun to actually enjoy vegetables – but if I really wanted to discover a wonderful reality and relationship, God needs to be more than just “a healthy thing that I appreciate”.
So, I suppose, little by little I’m peeling back the shades of my young understanding to reveal very gradually the brilliance of reality – that God isn’t just good for making me a healthier person, character wise. He is the essence of life and life to the full. So in appropriate response to this, to Him, the most I can manage to return is worship – unconfined to music and dance, but in spirit and in truth, and through and through – that which will become instinctual but that which will definitely cost me. But really, what is cost when life is free?
Far be it from me to offer to my greatest lover, my most generous giver, that which costs me nothing.
Hear hear.
it's that time of the year again when i start to get all reflective....
Wow.
2011.
I have never ever learnt so much before in a year. 365 days (okay maybe not 365 since the year's not over yet but....ya you get what i mean i am sure)
And the funny thing is, you don't plan to learn, you just do. As with most things in life, it. just. happens.
Life sure has a funny way of making you learn. Of making you grow.
Maybe because if we were given a choice, we naturally, being comfortable-with-status-quo-humans-scared-completely-out-of-our-wits-of-the-unknown, wouldn't want to grow.
Why?
Because true growth invariably means pain.
Yes. Pain, as in suffering as in.... it, hurts.
And sometimes, real bad. Like you never knew you could hurt this bad.
And who likes pain really....
If you do, you simple aren't human.
But by golly, how. pain. makes. you. grow.
I can fully and honestly say that as of 17 years of life on this earth, I have not gone through a year more painful than 2011.
And this also means that I have never gone through a year where I have learnt so much... so much about life, love, faith, friendship, relationship and all that really is truly important in life.
I have never felt myself grow this much.
I guess.... my maturity finally caught up to my height. (ha-ha)
I never questioned so furiously before, never thought so long and hard before, never felt so low before and never struggled so fiercely in my life before.
But really, through it all (am still journeying... not totally out of the woods yet. haha) I realised that it has brought me to a greater, deeper and a more real understanding of myself.
It will really tear you up when you realise that all that was previously assumed (and we really assume a lot of things in life) was what it was.... really just an assumption, not the truth.
I guess this is what it means to grow up.
To slowly deconstruct, forcefully strip away or to tear down the assumptions of life, and all that was built upon it so that reconstruction can take place. We need to rebuild.
To rebuild with the Truth as the anchor. As the foundation. As the solid ground on which we build our lives on.
The truth of who we are.
We need to replace ignorance with knowledge.
Bitterness with forgiveness.
Sorrow with Joy.
Skeptism with Faith.
Apathy with Empathy
Despair with Hope.
And of course, the greatest amongst these,
to replace fear of the unknown in life, with Love.
With Love, you have complete security.
There is no fear in love for Perfect Love drives out all fear. (seriously gospel Truth)
And obviously, perfection can never ever be found amongst humanity, it has to come from something, Someone bigger than us.
This is the part where we relearn how to live life.
How to truly live life beyond the physical.
Beyond the contraction and relaxation of the diaphragm and the intercoastal muscles...
Because there will come a time whether now or later that you will inevitably wonder what those involuntary actions actually mean, what are we physically alive for..............
This is the part where we learn how to live out a meaning, purpose and a destiny.
(whoa starting to sound like an adam khoo but yeah....)
I love this song.
The lyrics are so good. so meaningful. so apt for this season in life.
It goes like this.....
Yes I know, not the greatest tune ever but..... the lyrics really capture me.
And really I'd rather a song with meaning than a song with a fantastic melody but with zero meaning and significance.
I remember I never used to like this song because when i was young, melody was what stood out to me when it came to music as with most people, hence it really didn't catch on.
I never knew why people liked this song.
Until now.
I guess, there really is a season for everything (all in good timing... yes?) and we are all going through different (yet i would say similar) seasons in life.
But for me, as corny as this may be, I guess I am just learning to breathe (on another level).
Aren't we all on some level and in some sense?
2011.
I have never ever learnt so much before in a year. 365 days (okay maybe not 365 since the year's not over yet but....ya you get what i mean i am sure)
And the funny thing is, you don't plan to learn, you just do. As with most things in life, it. just. happens.
Life sure has a funny way of making you learn. Of making you grow.
Maybe because if we were given a choice, we naturally, being comfortable-with-status-quo-humans-scared-completely-out-of-our-wits-of-the-unknown, wouldn't want to grow.
Why?
Because true growth invariably means pain.
Yes. Pain, as in suffering as in.... it, hurts.
And sometimes, real bad. Like you never knew you could hurt this bad.
And who likes pain really....
If you do, you simple aren't human.
But by golly, how. pain. makes. you. grow.
I can fully and honestly say that as of 17 years of life on this earth, I have not gone through a year more painful than 2011.
And this also means that I have never gone through a year where I have learnt so much... so much about life, love, faith, friendship, relationship and all that really is truly important in life.
I have never felt myself grow this much.
I guess.... my maturity finally caught up to my height. (ha-ha)
I never questioned so furiously before, never thought so long and hard before, never felt so low before and never struggled so fiercely in my life before.
But really, through it all (am still journeying... not totally out of the woods yet. haha) I realised that it has brought me to a greater, deeper and a more real understanding of myself.
It will really tear you up when you realise that all that was previously assumed (and we really assume a lot of things in life) was what it was.... really just an assumption, not the truth.
I guess this is what it means to grow up.
To slowly deconstruct, forcefully strip away or to tear down the assumptions of life, and all that was built upon it so that reconstruction can take place. We need to rebuild.
To rebuild with the Truth as the anchor. As the foundation. As the solid ground on which we build our lives on.
The truth of who we are.
We need to replace ignorance with knowledge.
Bitterness with forgiveness.
Sorrow with Joy.
Skeptism with Faith.
Apathy with Empathy
Despair with Hope.
And of course, the greatest amongst these,
to replace fear of the unknown in life, with Love.
With Love, you have complete security.
There is no fear in love for Perfect Love drives out all fear. (seriously gospel Truth)
And obviously, perfection can never ever be found amongst humanity, it has to come from something, Someone bigger than us.
This is the part where we relearn how to live life.
How to truly live life beyond the physical.
Beyond the contraction and relaxation of the diaphragm and the intercoastal muscles...
Because there will come a time whether now or later that you will inevitably wonder what those involuntary actions actually mean, what are we physically alive for..............
This is the part where we learn how to live out a meaning, purpose and a destiny.
(whoa starting to sound like an adam khoo but yeah....)
I love this song.
The lyrics are so good. so meaningful. so apt for this season in life.
It goes like this.....
"Hello, good morning, how you do?- Learning to Breathe by Switchfoot.
What makes your rising sun so new?
I could use a fresh beginning too
All of my regrets are nothing new
So this is the way that I say I need You
This is the way
This is the way that I'm
Learning to breathe
I'm learning to crawl
I'm finding that You and You alone can break my fall
I'm living again, awake and alive
I'm dying to breathe in these abundant skies
Hello, good morning, how you been?
Yesterday left my head kicked in
I never, never thought that
I would fall like that
Never knew that I could hurt this bad
So this is the way that I say I need You
This is the way that I say I love You
This is the way that I say I'm Yours
This is the way, this is the way"
Yes I know, not the greatest tune ever but..... the lyrics really capture me.
And really I'd rather a song with meaning than a song with a fantastic melody but with zero meaning and significance.
I remember I never used to like this song because when i was young, melody was what stood out to me when it came to music as with most people, hence it really didn't catch on.
I never knew why people liked this song.
Until now.
I guess, there really is a season for everything (all in good timing... yes?) and we are all going through different (yet i would say similar) seasons in life.
But for me, as corny as this may be, I guess I am just learning to breathe (on another level).
Aren't we all on some level and in some sense?
Saturday, 8 October 2011
It's a Paradox
At the heart of art is science, and at the heart of science is art.
hmm... i should keep a book on paradoxes uncovered.
hmm... i should keep a book on paradoxes uncovered.
I love this guy.
THIS. IS. WHAT. I. KEEP. SAYING.
THANK-YOU.
Sorry I hate to get all you know (Rant-ti-li-cious) but really.... this guy took the words right outta my mouth.
(claps hands, nods head)
I hate how the natural-custodians-of-me, keep telling me that this (always some strange product which I will somehow find invariably repulsive) is 'good for you (me)' just because they read about it somewhere (chain mails included).
(ya 'studies have shown' is a credible phrase right)
And the worse is, they argue that i don't read enough when I keep questioning their logic (because really to me, some of the things they say are really really scientifically unsound, things that if i were to say during my O level days would freak my Chem and Bio teachers out)
when they are the ones who aren't reading the right things in the first place.
Sigh the system has trained me too well.
What can I say....
But that,
I think going to school makes you an unfilial child.
#just sayin......
THANK-YOU.
Sorry I hate to get all you know (Rant-ti-li-cious) but really.... this guy took the words right outta my mouth.
(claps hands, nods head)
I hate how the natural-custodians-of-me, keep telling me that this (always some strange product which I will somehow find invariably repulsive) is 'good for you (me)' just because they read about it somewhere (chain mails included).
(ya 'studies have shown' is a credible phrase right)
And the worse is, they argue that i don't read enough when I keep questioning their logic (because really to me, some of the things they say are really really scientifically unsound, things that if i were to say during my O level days would freak my Chem and Bio teachers out)
when they are the ones who aren't reading the right things in the first place.
Sigh the system has trained me too well.
What can I say....
But that,
I think going to school makes you an unfilial child.
#just sayin......
calmsation.
love love love love love this song.
calms me.......
John Mayer can put me to sleep anywhere, anyhow, anytime.
Love this song.
Friday, 7 October 2011
Thursday, 6 October 2011
hypo-crite.
I think that all humans are hypocrites.
And there are varying degrees and categories of this inherent illness.
The conscious hypocrite and the unconscious hypocrite.
But nonetheless, (despite which of the category you fall under) I think all humans are hypocrites for the same reason: that it is simply just an outward exhibition of the inner conflict that is happening within us.
The conflict between what we want to do, what we know we should do and what we actually end up doing.
So.... i don't really see it much of an insult when someone calls me a hypocrite.
Because, like the fact that i am tall, or i am chinese, i AM a hypocrite.
Being called a hypocrite really isn't an insult as it is a factual statement of reality.
It is nothing more than an admission of reality.
I am a hypocrite is like saying I am Chinese.
It is a fact.
This is the way things are.
It is a fact that so long as I am human, i will continuously war with my fallen human nature.
And of course, i may lose at times.
But this is not to say that i endorse being a hypocrite.
I just think that, a lot of the things we consider as an insult, are simply reflections of the imperfect nature of humans in which it is a reality.
And maybe the fact that we mistake these facts of human nature to be a form of degradation, just proves the degenerate state of the human race.
And there are varying degrees and categories of this inherent illness.
The conscious hypocrite and the unconscious hypocrite.
But nonetheless, (despite which of the category you fall under) I think all humans are hypocrites for the same reason: that it is simply just an outward exhibition of the inner conflict that is happening within us.
The conflict between what we want to do, what we know we should do and what we actually end up doing.
So.... i don't really see it much of an insult when someone calls me a hypocrite.
Because, like the fact that i am tall, or i am chinese, i AM a hypocrite.
Being called a hypocrite really isn't an insult as it is a factual statement of reality.
It is nothing more than an admission of reality.
I am a hypocrite is like saying I am Chinese.
It is a fact.
This is the way things are.
It is a fact that so long as I am human, i will continuously war with my fallen human nature.
And of course, i may lose at times.
But this is not to say that i endorse being a hypocrite.
I just think that, a lot of the things we consider as an insult, are simply reflections of the imperfect nature of humans in which it is a reality.
And maybe the fact that we mistake these facts of human nature to be a form of degradation, just proves the degenerate state of the human race.
Wednesday, 5 October 2011
You know...All I want right now, is to be.....
excited about life again.
Sure life can't be a bed of roses or it could be if you considered the thorns roses have..... but....
despite everything, I want to be excited about life again.
It's just like how one of my friend put it so aptly, I want to feel as if the world is 'full of hope' again.
I love that feeling.
I used to have it.
Now..... it's just like a plateau.
Like this.
_________________________________________________________________
Why? I am not sure.
Tsk. Oh wells.
C'est la vie!
By the way, I thought this was felt only by people in their 30s.
Like during their mid-life crisis or something.
WOW.
It CAME EARLY.
(haha!)
Anyways.......
I can't stand not knowing.
Or the inability to understand why.
I just can't stand not knowing the answer to which questions I see myself constantly living out.
Can't. stand. it.
CANNOT TAKE IT.
But apparently, I read somewhere that......
When we want to know the answers so badly, we shortchange ourselves of an opportunity to trust God.
Yup... (nods head)
That was powerful.
Sigh.
Just gotta, to quote my favourite disney show,
"keep the faith.......cause it's all about the climb".
Life is a climb. But the view's great.
Question of the Hour
Wonder if I can train myself to listen to 2 people talking at once. One at each ear.
Always wondered why we couldn't process 2 people talking at once, considering we have 2 ears and 2 parts of the brain. I am sure this can be learnt. Shall try. (haha!) and I'll tell you how that goes.
O yes, btw, have you heard....?
MY. PROMOS. ARE. OVER.
(does happy dance)
Always wondered why we couldn't process 2 people talking at once, considering we have 2 ears and 2 parts of the brain. I am sure this can be learnt. Shall try. (haha!) and I'll tell you how that goes.
O yes, btw, have you heard....?
MY. PROMOS. ARE. OVER.
(does happy dance)
Tuesday, 4 October 2011
this line caught my attention
"you're such an ugly thing for someone so beautiful...." - naive, the kooks.
And all of a sudden....
2011 came and took me by surprise.
Nothing made sense in 2011.
Nothing, absolutely nothing.
Not anything in life nor life in itself.
everyday was a chore.
every moment, an agony.
it was like.... a pain just to be alive.
counting down the hours in school... and even till the end of the day.
every day had no new beginning, every night gave no rest.
days just slipped past.
i never knew what day of the year it was/is. never.
for once, time felt like a continuum.
like i was stuck in this continuum of pain and trouble.
like it was some sort of black hole, all-consuming, demanding everything of me
completely sucked my innards out of me. and in more ways than one.
personality. who i was/am. beliefs. perception of the world. Creation. Creator.
and what any of that really meant in the grand scheme of things.
Suddenly everything i thought i knew of life and everything in it was being deconstructed.
and it was painful.
by gosh did it hurt. still hurts.
and i had to rebuild.
2011 was/is exhausting. no doubt.
but here i am alive, not well, but alive nonetheless.
barely.
i honestly don't know what to make out of all of this.
maybe 10 years down the road i will come, scroll through this blog, find this post and have a good laugh.
maybe. maybe.
ah well, all in good time yes?
and until any of this makes sense....... we'll just keep moving on.
we've just got to soldier on. (as coldplay sings in Lovers in Japan)
while we hang onto the promise that one day the sun will come out
the display of glory outside my window
Nothing made sense in 2011.
Nothing, absolutely nothing.
Not anything in life nor life in itself.
everyday was a chore.
every moment, an agony.
it was like.... a pain just to be alive.
counting down the hours in school... and even till the end of the day.
every day had no new beginning, every night gave no rest.
days just slipped past.
i never knew what day of the year it was/is. never.
for once, time felt like a continuum.
like i was stuck in this continuum of pain and trouble.
like it was some sort of black hole, all-consuming, demanding everything of me
completely sucked my innards out of me. and in more ways than one.
personality. who i was/am. beliefs. perception of the world. Creation. Creator.
and what any of that really meant in the grand scheme of things.
Suddenly everything i thought i knew of life and everything in it was being deconstructed.
and it was painful.
by gosh did it hurt. still hurts.
and i had to rebuild.
2011 was/is exhausting. no doubt.
but here i am alive, not well, but alive nonetheless.
barely.
i honestly don't know what to make out of all of this.
maybe 10 years down the road i will come, scroll through this blog, find this post and have a good laugh.
maybe. maybe.
ah well, all in good time yes?
and until any of this makes sense....... we'll just keep moving on.
we've just got to soldier on. (as coldplay sings in Lovers in Japan)
while we hang onto the promise that one day the sun will come out
the display of glory outside my window
Sunday, 2 October 2011
have no idea what this song means.
maybe it isn't supposed to mean anything, like those little sayings on those 'made in china' stationery... 'life is lucky' or 'dear friend i wish you happiness' (okay maybe i can't do it but you get what i mean) supposed to sound profound but really meaning nothing. (HAHAHA)
Yes.
ever seen those kind of stationery before?
anyways, whatever the case....
this song is pretty friggin awesome.
love the vibes it gives and the video is so tastefully done. PLUS (almost forgot)
Jared Leto's eyes. omg. eyes that would have made hitler proud.
Sunday, 25 September 2011
Soooooooo................ i was late for school for the tenth-thousandth time and it went something like this...
Okay so maybe the discipline teacher wasn't indian and I never got expelled....
but the first few lines... wow man... i've gotta say, SURE DO SOUND FAMILIAR.
Saturday, 24 September 2011
I love this song.
I'm not surprised
Not everything lasts
I've broken my heart so many times
I stopped keeping track.
Talk myself in,
I talk myself out.
I get all worked up
Then I let myself down.
I tried so very hard not to lose it
I came up with a million excuses
I thought I thought of every possibility
And I know someday that it'll all turn out
You'll make me work so we can work to work it out
And I promise you kid that I'll give so much more than I get
I just haven't met you yet
Mmmmm ....
I might have to wait
I'll never give up
I guess it's half timing
And the other half's luck
Wherever you are
Whenever it's right
You'll come out of nowhere and into my life
And I know that we can be so amazing
And baby your love is gonna change me
And now I can see every possibility
Hmmmmm ......
And somehow I know that it'll all turn out
And you'll make me work so we can work to work it out
And I promise you kid I'll give so much more than I get
I just haven't met you yet
They say all's fair
In love and war
But I won't need to fight it
We'll get it by it
We'll be united
And I know that we can be so amazing
And being in your life is gonna change me
And now I can see every single possibility
Hmmm .....
And someday I know it'll all turn out
And I'll work to work it out
Promise you kid I'll give more than I get
Than I get, than I get, than I get!
Oh you know it'll all turn out
And you'll make me work so we can work to work it out
And I promise you kid to give so much more than I get
Yeah I just haven't met you yet
I just haven't met you yet
Oh promise you kid
To give so much more than I get
I said love love love love love love love .....
I just haven't met you yet
Love love love .....
I just haven't met you yet
Can't believe Buble got married.
They look so unbelievably good together.
Not everything lasts
I've broken my heart so many times
I stopped keeping track.
Talk myself in,
I talk myself out.
I get all worked up
Then I let myself down.
I tried so very hard not to lose it
I came up with a million excuses
I thought I thought of every possibility
And I know someday that it'll all turn out
You'll make me work so we can work to work it out
And I promise you kid that I'll give so much more than I get
I just haven't met you yet
Mmmmm ....
I might have to wait
I'll never give up
I guess it's half timing
And the other half's luck
Wherever you are
Whenever it's right
You'll come out of nowhere and into my life
And I know that we can be so amazing
And baby your love is gonna change me
And now I can see every possibility
Hmmmmm ......
And somehow I know that it'll all turn out
And you'll make me work so we can work to work it out
And I promise you kid I'll give so much more than I get
I just haven't met you yet
They say all's fair
In love and war
But I won't need to fight it
We'll get it by it
We'll be united
And I know that we can be so amazing
And being in your life is gonna change me
And now I can see every single possibility
Hmmm .....
And someday I know it'll all turn out
And I'll work to work it out
Promise you kid I'll give more than I get
Than I get, than I get, than I get!
Oh you know it'll all turn out
And you'll make me work so we can work to work it out
And I promise you kid to give so much more than I get
Yeah I just haven't met you yet
I just haven't met you yet
Oh promise you kid
To give so much more than I get
I said love love love love love love love .....
I just haven't met you yet
Love love love .....
I just haven't met you yet
Can't believe Buble got married.
They look so unbelievably good together.
Tuesday, 30 August 2011
We need a Saviour
because we need to be saved from ourselves.
we are our worst enemy, hell bent on self-destruction and we dont even see it because we are blinded by the belief that we know what is best for us. we think we are in control. in control of us.
But, we are not.
we are so not.
how could we possibly be.... when we dont even know who we are completely and what we are actually capable of?
the world needs a Saviour.
The world needs Salvation.
we just need to realise it.
and the sooner we do.
the better.
the less destruction and more re-construction.
rebuild, rebuild.
we are our worst enemy, hell bent on self-destruction and we dont even see it because we are blinded by the belief that we know what is best for us. we think we are in control. in control of us.
But, we are not.
we are so not.
how could we possibly be.... when we dont even know who we are completely and what we are actually capable of?
the world needs a Saviour.
The world needs Salvation.
we just need to realise it.
and the sooner we do.
the better.
the less destruction and more re-construction.
rebuild, rebuild.
Wednesday, 24 August 2011
P is for Peculiar. P is for Priscilla.
I always thought it was funny to pronounce your own name. Priscilla.
Urgh. Weird.
Dont you?
Anyways, random thoughts for this space since i can't sleep anyways..... warning very incoherent.
1. I like peculiar smells like the insides of a book, (hot of the press!), the library, when you first switch on the air-con and most recently, the insides of a taxi (which is funny cause i used to hate this... a lot. it used to give me a headache. I guess it's an acquired taste. Haha!)
2. i can't spell for nuts.
3. i dont actually get how cancer kills someone.
4. i like reading maps. makes me feel so... certain. like i-know-where-everything-is-kind of certainty. (oh yes which reminds me i should get a world map tomorrow. been wanting to have one since.... this year. cant stand not knowing where, what is where)
5. the pupil 2 on channel 5 is REALLY GOOD go watch it. my favourite actress REBECCA LIM puts up a formidable performance. really good, really natural. I hope i meet her someday.
6. I have met rui en before, in the most unlikely of time and places with the most unlikely people, since anyways we were on the topic of human illuminaries (stars)
7. i invent my own words. like illumniaries. haha. and i think i am pretty cool that way. YUP. 8)
8. i keep reading systemic as systematic. yes there's a difference.
9. i just studied for my cuban missile crisis test tomorrow and now have a new conspiracy theory about the U.S.
10. Learned a new word "hullabaloo" in GP class today. it means... er.... haha.... hmmm..... oh yes it means hype. so its like, i dont get whats all the hullabaloo over GOSSIP GIRL. ooh burn. yes. sorry.. greys anatomy FTW.
11. is 'learnt' even a word?
12. i am bored writing this. i am gonna zzz now... bye. zzzzzzzzzzz
Urgh. Weird.
Dont you?
Anyways, random thoughts for this space since i can't sleep anyways..... warning very incoherent.
1. I like peculiar smells like the insides of a book, (hot of the press!), the library, when you first switch on the air-con and most recently, the insides of a taxi (which is funny cause i used to hate this... a lot. it used to give me a headache. I guess it's an acquired taste. Haha!)
2. i can't spell for nuts.
3. i dont actually get how cancer kills someone.
4. i like reading maps. makes me feel so... certain. like i-know-where-everything-is-kind of certainty. (oh yes which reminds me i should get a world map tomorrow. been wanting to have one since.... this year. cant stand not knowing where, what is where)
5. the pupil 2 on channel 5 is REALLY GOOD go watch it. my favourite actress REBECCA LIM puts up a formidable performance. really good, really natural. I hope i meet her someday.
6. I have met rui en before, in the most unlikely of time and places with the most unlikely people, since anyways we were on the topic of human illuminaries (stars)
7. i invent my own words. like illumniaries. haha. and i think i am pretty cool that way. YUP. 8)
8. i keep reading systemic as systematic. yes there's a difference.
9. i just studied for my cuban missile crisis test tomorrow and now have a new conspiracy theory about the U.S.
10. Learned a new word "hullabaloo" in GP class today. it means... er.... haha.... hmmm..... oh yes it means hype. so its like, i dont get whats all the hullabaloo over GOSSIP GIRL. ooh burn. yes. sorry.. greys anatomy FTW.
11. is 'learnt' even a word?
12. i am bored writing this. i am gonna zzz now... bye. zzzzzzzzzzz
Friday, 19 August 2011
Love the lyrics to this song.
Traffic crawls, cell phone calls
Talk radio screams at me through my tinted window I see
A little girl, rust red minivan, shes got chocolate on her face
Got little hands and she waves at me
Yeah, she smiles at me
Well, hello world
How you been
Good to see you, my old friend
Sometimes I feel cold as steel
Broken like Im never gonna heal
And I see a light, a little hope in a little girl
Hello world
Every day I drive by a little white church
Its got these little white crosses
Like angels in the yard
Maybe I should stop on in, say a prayer
Maybe talk to God like He is there
Oh, I know He's there
Yeah, I know He's there
Well hello world
How you been
Good to see you, my old friend
Sometimes I feel as cold as steel
And broken like Im never gonna heal
And I see a light, a little grace, a little faith unfurls
Well hello world
Sometimes I forget what livings for
And I hear my life through my front door
And I breathe it in
Oh, Im home again
And I see my wife
Little boy and little girl
Hello world
Hello world
Well the empty disappears
I remember why Im here
Just surrender and believe
I fall down on my knees
Well hello world
Hello world
Hello world
Sunday, 14 August 2011
HILAROUS.
if this is not funny i dont know what is. She's like the epitome of awkwardness.
Mmmm... kinda reminds me of myself. hahahha!
Saturday, 13 August 2011
my wedding song
I think this would be such a good wedding song, no?
Instead of the usual... canon in D (which i still will play cause i like it too) haha.
But this is.... really good..... sooo... good...
"Today, this could be... the greatest day of our lives....stay close to me....watch the world come alive tonight.....tonight this could be the greatest night of our lives....let's make a new start... the future is ours to find....can you see it.... can you see it in my eyes..... can you feel it now..... can you hold it in your arms tonight....hold on.... hold your head high....yeah the world starts to come alive when you stay close to me....."
how is this not the best wedding song EVER?!?
cambodia
I. Cannot. Wait. To. Go.
So my school has this GP trip to Cambodia... and I hope i get to go, really.
It will be such an adventure!
And who knows i might even get to see Angelina Jolie! ;)))) AND BRAD PITT AND HER FAMILY OF 6 thousand adopted kids but you know.. just saying.
Anyways i've realised i havent blogged in forever.
And therefore this space is kinda.... dead.
Haha.
Oops. sorry.
I am sorry blog i didnt mean for you to die, I just have been rather... uninspired lately and everyone knows you cant blog when you arent inspired. Its like writing a book with no story to tell.
Wow. Thats such a nice saying. I wonder how i come up with these things. (HAHA)
Anyways.... So yeap i really do hope i get selected to go to cam. What an experience it would be.
I really really want to see 3rd world.
I seen a pretty good deal of 1st world nations (HI I AM SINGAPOREAN).. i've been to Japan...
So i really want to see 3rd world and all of its natural beauty... the people... hear the language... smell their food.... touch their hearts.
So because i was all inspired and all... i went to google cambodia. (haha)
I read briefly on wiki.
Pretty sad story.
War-torn nation.
Landmines etc.
I just can't wait to experience their unexplainable joy despite their suffering.
I think it'll be pretty amazing.
EPIC.
AIR-PIG.
Bye guys. see yall soon (hopefully)
BTW going browhaus @ holland v with my new brow buddy now. (MY BROTHERRR HAHAHAH)
ciaaaoooo!
So my school has this GP trip to Cambodia... and I hope i get to go, really.
It will be such an adventure!
And who knows i might even get to see Angelina Jolie! ;)))) AND BRAD PITT AND HER FAMILY OF 6 thousand adopted kids but you know.. just saying.
Anyways i've realised i havent blogged in forever.
And therefore this space is kinda.... dead.
Haha.
Oops. sorry.
I am sorry blog i didnt mean for you to die, I just have been rather... uninspired lately and everyone knows you cant blog when you arent inspired. Its like writing a book with no story to tell.
Wow. Thats such a nice saying. I wonder how i come up with these things. (HAHA)
Anyways.... So yeap i really do hope i get selected to go to cam. What an experience it would be.
I really really want to see 3rd world.
I seen a pretty good deal of 1st world nations (HI I AM SINGAPOREAN).. i've been to Japan...
So i really want to see 3rd world and all of its natural beauty... the people... hear the language... smell their food.... touch their hearts.
So because i was all inspired and all... i went to google cambodia. (haha)
I read briefly on wiki.
Pretty sad story.
War-torn nation.
Landmines etc.
I just can't wait to experience their unexplainable joy despite their suffering.
I think it'll be pretty amazing.
EPIC.
AIR-PIG.
Bye guys. see yall soon (hopefully)
BTW going browhaus @ holland v with my new brow buddy now. (MY BROTHERRR HAHAHAH)
ciaaaoooo!
Saturday, 2 July 2011
there is no band on earth (or at least that i have heard) that is as Hopeful as Switchfoot.
"When everything inside me looks like everything I hate
You are the hope I have for change
You are the only chance I'll take"
- On Fire Switchfoot
Tuesday, 14 June 2011
be-cause
ultimately we admire people not for what they have but what they do with what they have. no one admires something that is given but only what is earned. I.e i don't admire edison for his intelligence or ingenuity, i admire him for his tenacity.
Monday, 6 June 2011
Arts is different from Science
in that it cannot be quantified.
The moment it is or attempted to be, it isn't art anymore. You would have created some other form of entity. Anything, but art.
Art is fluid.
Art is formless.
Art is.... an Art in itself.
Art shouldn't be graded, but appreciated for what it is.
Grading art is like grading humans (which is what we do)
but is, when you think about it, stupid and illogical considering that we are all different.
created differently. it's like grading a snake for how much milk it can produce.
or grading a cow for how much venom it can produce. it just doesnt make sense.
and yes although humans do not differ as largely from each other as cows do from snakes, it is almost to that level of differentiation when it comes to natural innate abilities and talents.
oh but then, we come to this whole nature vs nurture debate.
are leaders born? or are they made?
Sure you could probably get venom out of a cow provided you place it into a situation of GREAT DISTRESS which is exactly what i am feeling now when i have to study in a CERTAIN WAY in order to obtain an 'A'. The WAY in which the markers deem as the right one. it is the EXPECTED one from a student after he/she has spent 2 years in pre-uni. the ONE in which i am still unable to wrap my head around. ARGH. why?
You know what i hate?
The whole, formal education, having a cert equates to one being useful to society.
This would have been great if not for formal education being so messed up.
firstly, testing methods are all.... wrong. what on earth does an expected ans even mean??
Why do i have to write in a certain way?? think in a certain way?? structure in a certain way??
Quote egs in a certain way?? Sigh.
we study just to ace an exam. not to learn.
that is how it is right now.
sad but true.
In class so often i hear, "write more in this section because this is where you can score marks".
they dont teach you to be evaluative and analytical, rather they tell you where to spend your words on, in order to score well which is in the evaluative and analytical section.
It has all become about technicality which is most probably brought about by an innate sense of pragmatism.
"You don't score well, you can't get anywhere in life. Full Stop."
So typically Singaporean.
I wish we could just move on from this age of pragmatism and onto something better.
Something more worth being driven by.
Sigh. JC has turned me into this anti-establishment person.
oh well, enough said, words alone never changed the world.
Time for some action.
Time to..........................
study. (haha! oh the irony.)
The moment it is or attempted to be, it isn't art anymore. You would have created some other form of entity. Anything, but art.
Art is fluid.
Art is formless.
Art is.... an Art in itself.
Art shouldn't be graded, but appreciated for what it is.
Grading art is like grading humans (which is what we do)
but is, when you think about it, stupid and illogical considering that we are all different.
created differently. it's like grading a snake for how much milk it can produce.
or grading a cow for how much venom it can produce. it just doesnt make sense.
and yes although humans do not differ as largely from each other as cows do from snakes, it is almost to that level of differentiation when it comes to natural innate abilities and talents.
oh but then, we come to this whole nature vs nurture debate.
are leaders born? or are they made?
Sure you could probably get venom out of a cow provided you place it into a situation of GREAT DISTRESS which is exactly what i am feeling now when i have to study in a CERTAIN WAY in order to obtain an 'A'. The WAY in which the markers deem as the right one. it is the EXPECTED one from a student after he/she has spent 2 years in pre-uni. the ONE in which i am still unable to wrap my head around. ARGH. why?
You know what i hate?
The whole, formal education, having a cert equates to one being useful to society.
This would have been great if not for formal education being so messed up.
firstly, testing methods are all.... wrong. what on earth does an expected ans even mean??
Why do i have to write in a certain way?? think in a certain way?? structure in a certain way??
Quote egs in a certain way?? Sigh.
we study just to ace an exam. not to learn.
that is how it is right now.
sad but true.
In class so often i hear, "write more in this section because this is where you can score marks".
they dont teach you to be evaluative and analytical, rather they tell you where to spend your words on, in order to score well which is in the evaluative and analytical section.
It has all become about technicality which is most probably brought about by an innate sense of pragmatism.
"You don't score well, you can't get anywhere in life. Full Stop."
So typically Singaporean.
I wish we could just move on from this age of pragmatism and onto something better.
Something more worth being driven by.
Sigh. JC has turned me into this anti-establishment person.
oh well, enough said, words alone never changed the world.
Time for some action.
Time to..........................
study. (haha! oh the irony.)
Thursday, 26 May 2011
According to Pythagoras,
| “ | According to Cicero (Tusculan Disputations V, III, 8), when Pythagoras was once asked who philosophers were, he replied that life seemed to him to resemble the games in the Olympic festival: some men sought glory, others to buy and sell at the games, and some men had come neither for gain nor applause, but for the sake of the spectacle and to understand what was done and how it was done. In the same way, in life, some are slaves of ambition or money, but others are interested in understanding life itself. These give themselves the name of philosophers (lovers of wisdom), and they value the contemplation and discovery of nature beyond all other pursuits. | ” |
I am a philosopher.
Monday, 9 May 2011
To Sarah See and everyone else who questions, is Life still worth living.
The broken clock is a comfort
It helps me sleep tonight
Maybe it can start tomorrow
From stealing all my time
And I am here still waiting
Though I still have my doubts
I am damaged at best
Like you've already figured out
I'm falling apart
I'm barley breathing
With a broken heart
That's still beating
In the pain
There is healing
In your name
I find meaning
So I'm holding on
I'm holding on
I'm holding on
I'm barely holding on to you
The broken locks were a warning
You got inside my head
I tried my best to be guarded
I'm an open book instead
And I still see your reflection
Inside of my eyes
That are looking for purpose
They're still looking for life
I'm falling apart
I'm barely breathing
With a broken heart
That's still beating
In the pain
(In the pain)
Is there healing?
In your name
(In your name)
I find meaning
So I'm holding on
(I'm still holding)
I'm holding on
(I'm still holding)
I'm holding on
(I'm still holding)
I'm barely holding on to you
I'm hanging on another day
Just to see what you will throw my way
And I'm hanging on to the words you say
You said that I will be okay
Broken lights on the freeway
Left me here alone
I may have lost my way now
I haven't forgotten my way home
I'm falling apart
I'm barely breathing
With a broken heart
That's still beating
In the pain
(In the pain)
There is healing
In your name
(In your name)
I find meaning
So I'm holding on
(I'm still holding)
I'm holding on
(I'm still holding)
I'm holding on
(I'm still holding)
I'm barely holding on to you
I'm holding on
(I'm still holding)
I'm holding on
(I'm still holding)
I'm holding on
(I'm still holding)
I'm barely holding on to you
It helps me sleep tonight
Maybe it can start tomorrow
From stealing all my time
And I am here still waiting
Though I still have my doubts
I am damaged at best
Like you've already figured out
I'm falling apart
I'm barley breathing
With a broken heart
That's still beating
In the pain
There is healing
In your name
I find meaning
So I'm holding on
I'm holding on
I'm holding on
I'm barely holding on to you
The broken locks were a warning
You got inside my head
I tried my best to be guarded
I'm an open book instead
And I still see your reflection
Inside of my eyes
That are looking for purpose
They're still looking for life
I'm falling apart
I'm barely breathing
With a broken heart
That's still beating
In the pain
(In the pain)
Is there healing?
In your name
(In your name)
I find meaning
So I'm holding on
(I'm still holding)
I'm holding on
(I'm still holding)
I'm holding on
(I'm still holding)
I'm barely holding on to you
I'm hanging on another day
Just to see what you will throw my way
And I'm hanging on to the words you say
You said that I will be okay
Broken lights on the freeway
Left me here alone
I may have lost my way now
I haven't forgotten my way home
I'm falling apart
I'm barely breathing
With a broken heart
That's still beating
In the pain
(In the pain)
There is healing
In your name
(In your name)
I find meaning
So I'm holding on
(I'm still holding)
I'm holding on
(I'm still holding)
I'm holding on
(I'm still holding)
I'm barely holding on to you
I'm holding on
(I'm still holding)
I'm holding on
(I'm still holding)
I'm holding on
(I'm still holding)
I'm barely holding on to you
Friday, 22 April 2011
there's only one thing that can get me out of my house on a lazy friday morning/afternoon
had to go downstairs myself to get it since no one (aka mom, dad, commando brother) didn't want to do a good deed by helping me get it.
Oh wells as they say! if you want it done, you do it your self.
from one geek to another
I love this song.
Listen to the lyrics.
One of the best lyrics ever written.
Brett Dennen. Go check out his other song which is also another of my favourite, "Ain't no reason".
Monday, 18 April 2011
say whuutt.....
If one becomes conceited through the course of education, then education has failed you.
You would have totally missed the point of education and about being educated.
In short, you would have wasted your education.
Being educated is not about being above someone whom you deem as, 'uncouth' or 'uncultured', but rather it's about understanding colloquial speech and sub cultures, yes, real non-derogatory terms for 'uncouth', and 'unculturedness', mr and mrs. smart-ass.
Pardon my harshness for today's post. But really......
Isn't the whole point of education to Educate us about all things foreign and or otherwise condemned by people who do not know any better??
If you deem yourself educated, then, please, show something for it other than your piece of white paper. Show all that 'A' graded knowledge in Action.
Be kind.
Be understanding.
Be open.
Be critical about the things that matter.
Be ignorant of the things that don't.
Be empathetic.
Be nice.
Can you imagine the kind of world we would live in, if every 'educated' person did that?
You would have totally missed the point of education and about being educated.
In short, you would have wasted your education.
Being educated is not about being above someone whom you deem as, 'uncouth' or 'uncultured', but rather it's about understanding colloquial speech and sub cultures, yes, real non-derogatory terms for 'uncouth', and 'unculturedness', mr and mrs. smart-ass.
Pardon my harshness for today's post. But really......
Isn't the whole point of education to Educate us about all things foreign and or otherwise condemned by people who do not know any better??
If you deem yourself educated, then, please, show something for it other than your piece of white paper. Show all that 'A' graded knowledge in Action.
Be kind.
Be understanding.
Be open.
Be critical about the things that matter.
Be ignorant of the things that don't.
Be empathetic.
Be nice.
Can you imagine the kind of world we would live in, if every 'educated' person did that?
Saturday, 26 March 2011
one of those wacky thoughts:
I want to build my own house. Seriously.
WHAT AN ADVENTURE.
Think about it!
Buying the wood. Choosing. Personalising. How cool will that be??
So as you can see... i am still pretty much infatuated with Architecture.
I would show you pictures but i am just so lazy right now.
So I guess you'll just have to use your imagination.
Ciao...
WHAT AN ADVENTURE.
Think about it!
Buying the wood. Choosing. Personalising. How cool will that be??
So as you can see... i am still pretty much infatuated with Architecture.
I would show you pictures but i am just so lazy right now.
So I guess you'll just have to use your imagination.
Ciao...
Saturday, 12 February 2011
Friday, 21 January 2011
This is the Dream.
They are from Public Bikes.
But here's the best part, where you wake up from the dream & realise it's only a dream: It is only sold in San Fransisco. -_-
Thursday, 20 January 2011
Saturday, 15 January 2011
learning how to dance the rain
Now i know why Juniper likes Take That.
Take That is so not a boy band.
The way they sing, the style of music they do, it's so different.
I actually think they are very theatrical.
As in... their music of course. (hah!)
Ah..Case in point! Dont you think this song sounds super, theatrical??
Like something sung on broadway or on the big screen??
Plus, with the fact that the lyrics too are so poetic (when i read the lyrics i was like... whoa... so Lit. haha!) makes their music right @ home at the cinemas or on a stage.
Really beautiful though.
Rare i must say in today's music industry.
Interesting too.
"Standing on the edge of forever
at the start of whatever
shouting love at the World.
Back then we were like cavemen
but we met the moon and the stars
then we forgave them.
We will meet you where the lights are
the defenders of the faith we are
where the thunder turns around
they'll run so hard we'll tear the ground away.
You know no-one dies in these love drowned eyes
through our love drowned eyes
we'll watch you sleep tonight.
Although no-one understood
we were holding back the flood
learning how to dance the rain.
We were holding back the flood
they said we'd never dance again.
Breathin' (Bleeding) but none of us leavin'
wash your mouth son or you'll find yourself floatin' home
Here we come now on a dark star
seeing demons not what we are
tiny minds and eager hands will try to strike
but now we'll last the day.
There's progress now where there once was not (none)
where there once was not (none)
then everything came along.
Although no-one understood
we were holding back the flood
learning how to dance the rain.
There was more of them than us
now they'll never dance again.
Although no-one understood
there was more of them than us
learning how to dance the rain.
We were holding back the flood
they said we'd never dance again.
We will meet you where the lights are
the defenders of the faith we are
when the thunder turns around
they'll run so hard we'll tear the ground away.
Although no-one understood
there was more of them than us
learning how to dance the rain.
There was more of them than us
now they'll never dance again
now we'll never dance again."
Thursday, 13 January 2011
decisions.decisions.
twelve points to be thankful for.
no i dont mean to be a bore.
twelve blanks waiting for me
i think i'll put down AC
eleven blanks waiting for me
so i guess this will be my plea
that if this comes through, i'll be a saint.
to wake up every morning and hope i wont faint.
ten more blanks waiting for me.
SA i write, if only Lord let it be.
i think this will be my last choice,
to give up & to let nine more voice.
no i dont mean to be a bore.
twelve blanks waiting for me
i think i'll put down AC
eleven blanks waiting for me
so i guess this will be my plea
that if this comes through, i'll be a saint.
to wake up every morning and hope i wont faint.
ten more blanks waiting for me.
SA i write, if only Lord let it be.
i think this will be my last choice,
to give up & to let nine more voice.
Friday, 7 January 2011
Guess what? i am not a robot.
This is not the kind of song you'll like on the first listen.
I remember i hated this song when i first heard it.
I went, "What the heck...?!??!"
But then, on the 2nd and 3rd listen i was like... "guess whaattt..... i am not a robot.."
You know the song has gotten to you when you start singing along.
So yeah, it's an acquired taste.
And now i love it.
Such a nice song.
So unique.
Quirky.
Grows on you.
Like..... fungus.
Okay that's a weird comparison but yeah. HAHA
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