24th August Wednesday

you can't give Him that which costs you nothing.

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

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

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!

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!

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

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.

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...