Tuesday, September 26, 2006
Come to think of it...
Come to think of it, despite all my artsy-ness, which includes my inability to do maths, visualize 3D layouts in my mind, periodic emo-ness and my incapability to tell time... Hmm... well, maybe not the last bit... Heh... I actually appreciate structure, clarity and orderliness.
Which just might explain why I have this thing for engineering guys despite what I claim otherwise.
*shivers*
Spooky!
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Thursday, September 21, 2006
Down with Smarty Pants!
I'm honestly quite sick and tired of the people who go on about how thinking and intelligent they are and how much other lesser beings need to grow a brain and to stop being such a bourgeois Singaporean.
Oh please! You, with your snazzy computer sitting there toying with idle time in the evening, ARE emblematic of the bourgeois.
What makes it worse is that these people have no distinguishable talent, well... with the exception of coming up with trite fragments of a comeback. Really, if you're so smart and enlightened, then go DO something about it. Stop hiding behind the mask of cynicism and world-weariness! Being jaded is only cool when you're 15 and newly introduced to irony, ambivalence and subversion. Now that you're a generation past adolescence, kindly grow up. You do realize that the real adults who mean something to the world have done something to contribute to progress right?
It is not about being a blind follower of mainstream thoughts, neither is it about resigning ourselves to fate. This rant is about how annoying the uppity attitude of these people are.
Yes, yes. Every text is self-reflective. And no, I'm not claiming to be more enlightened or more out of the box than these people. But at least I know my place in the great intellectual cosmic.
And to prove it, this is it. Rant over.
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Tuesday, September 19, 2006
Poetry parcel
Alone in her room,
What does a girlfriend do?
"who?"
say you.
"aye."
and you?
There's nothing much ado,
'cept to write a poem or two.
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A head-on encounter, a run-on hi
which trailed into an awkward sigh.
It takes a confrontation,
To make the realization:
That the growling dog,
Bit of more than it ought,
Barking hardly more than a snort.
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Thursday, September 14, 2006
The need for Standard English...
Hey people! Riddle time!
Guess a ball:This ball, brown-brown one.
Can be quite bouncy.
Some people can shoot very far.
Blacks are famous for it.
Any idea?
Give you another clue:
Today, out of the norm, I've proven myself to be very good at playing with it.
*ahem*
How? Got it?
The answer is...
Basket ball!
Were you thinking of anything else? =P
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Wednesday, September 13, 2006
How true...
If a doctor, lawyer, or dentist had 40 people in his office at one time, all of whom had different needs, and some of whom didn't want to be there and were causing trouble, and the doctor, lawyer, or dentist, without assistance, had to treat them all with professional excellence for ten months, then he might have some conception of the classroom teacher's job.
~Donald D. Quinn
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Sunday, September 10, 2006
My Secret
My secret is...
Every Sunday, I'll drop my postsecret to get a dose of melancholy.
But today, I've found something else.
And it's really sweet.
And it gives me hope.
And I feel comforted, that I'm not the only one with little girl secrets.
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Saturday, September 09, 2006
Second rate love
A conversation with a friend ended with:
(unnamed) hurt me so much the last time. I won't let it happen this time.
That declaration, said with so much confidence, with so much determination, it took me by surprise.
I've come across guys who have learnt from past experiences (and from round table discussions with drinking buddies) that women can't be overly indulged, else they'll be spoilt and unmanageable.
And I've also known women who keep a part of themselves apart, who can't trust.
Isn't that the case for so many of us these days?
That we can no longer love uninhibited nor with wild abandon.
That being experienced has created a fort that is awe-inspiring yet impermeable.
That the ghosts of our past never really seem to be put to rest.
The situation doesn't necessarily has to be motivated by negativity. Like my friend, who is making a rational, logical decision not to repeat the same mistake again.
But why?
Because they've been "hurt so much the last time".
The last time.
Sometimes I wish no one came with a past. But yes, we must acknowledge that experience makes us wiser (and sometimes better people) and that we bring aspects of lessons learnt into the next relationship. But come to think of it, who bears the brunt of your experience? Could it be:
The one who struggles with her emotions while you make your rational decision.
The one who struggles to remember that you love her while you make a stand for manly principles.
The one who struggles to understand you while you are concerned with protecting yourself.
The one whom you pushed away because you couldn't trust.
So pause and think.
Who is the recipient of your second hand love?
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Friday, September 08, 2006
Learn a new word... or two
Ennui. (
on-we)
"A feeling of weariness and dissatisfaction.
Ennui is different from boredom in that ennui describes weariness or annoyance over a long period of time; boredom is relieved easily, while
ennui is constant. "
Ennui is differentiated from boredom. But do note that it should also be distinguished from tiredness.
Or perhaps, it would be better to use the word...
Trite (closer to
trait)
"Lacking power to evoke interest through overuse or repetition; hackneyed.
or
Archaic: Frayed or worn out by use."
At the end of the day, having a wider range of vocabulary doesn't really help if you're feeling ennui and trite. More vocabulary perhaps just translates to more ways to not say what you're feeling.
Then again, there are times when I wonder if the two words are intertwined in meaning, in a cycle of cause and effect...
If one's feeling trite, doesn't it imply being entrapped in enveloping ennui? or does ennui result in the tediousness of trite?
Trite.
Ennui.
Trite.
Ennui.
I've tried.
It ends oui?
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Wednesday, September 06, 2006
Getting down and dirty...
Have been thinking a bit about the state of happiness.
Happiness.
That ever so illusive element that has been rumored to improve the quality of lives by quantum leaps.
At the same time, it is that crown that seems to be bestowed to every fool and sage but just not you.
While I must say that I AM basking in a rather sedate, opiate state of bliss, a random click-about on weblogs illuminate me to a world of otherwise.
And know what?
K, this will sound really unkind, but I feel threatened by certain people's unhappiness. As if their unhappiness would infringe on my state of domestic bliss. So... I'm kinda in a L.L/suck it up situation where I have to wish them their own happiness.
KNS.
*bleahz*
Told you this was gonna get ugly.
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Tuesday, September 05, 2006
Explaining my being away...
I am acutely conscious that I haven't been blogging for a while. Well, what can I say to explain the absence/sloth?
Hmm...
First, I was really distracted and kept busy by someone.
Then now, I am really distracted while I am supposed to be kept busy by work.
And what have I been up to since my hiatus?
1.
Started new phases of life in limbo.So now I've graduated, I've become: student and employee, friend and lover, child and provider.
Needs some getting used to I'd say.
2.
Moved out of home.Hall life, in my opinion is over-rated. I'm perpetually... ok, fine... often bored in hall.
How is it possible? you ask.
I don't knoooowwww... I'm actually having more fun in school (Yes! Can you believe it? School!) than in hall.
Like today, it's almost 11 pm and I've yet to have a proper speaking conversation with a friend. (MSN doesn't count) My dear friend, guess which level of hell this gregarious person is in.
*gag*
There's only so much of aimless rambling I'm capable of... at least for now.
Conclusion?
I need to be very very very bored to blog. (Hey, it rhymes! How telling!)
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