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.)

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.

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

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".

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?

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...

TUMBLR

GO TO www.priscillalim.tumblr.com

i am back there again. haha

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. -_-

thurs thoughts of the day.

Progress should be measured against all of history and not just the current era, for the current era may not be the most advanced, as we often mistake it to be.

&

Chinese have a bad habit of burning invaluable documents.

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."

G'bye Nat

You are sorely missed. ;(

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22A, 30S, 30A.

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.

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