Events of a Week
Its been rather long since i last posted. I don't know about you, but i'm starting to feel the call of being a populist blogger. It's kinda nice to know that there are people who are interested in what you do, what you're thinking, and your life in general. Its as if blogging is the answer to the question: How are you going to leave your mark on this world? Certainly its not something cast in concrete, nor is it something as grand as a mathematical theorem, or a mountain range. But the fact that somehow, somewhere, at some time, you touched the heart of someone. Well obviously then we all hope to be people who will experience loving and being loved, possibly in the subconscious desire to leave an indelible mark on this world. In the hearts of family, friends, and maybe even strangers. Yes i do agree that its not going to be easy, its a pressurising thing, and i hafta be ready for all sorts of criticism and the like. And given the fact that i started this blog to 1)keep in touch with friends, and 2)Practice writing, 3)create a log of my uni life, I'm not going to actively pursue this dream. Perhaps i'll leave my mark in some other way.
Speaking of blogging, I admire Desmond and Hanting for their style of writing. Inherently funny, explicitly funny, just damn funny. It seems that what i have believed for years to be funny, is actually not funny. For example, i always thought i was funny, but then i'm probably not so funny. Some of the jokes i'd die laughing at evoke no response from others who hear it. So... Does that mean i'm just ridiculous or what? Just weird, just crazy, just me.
Thoughts zooming by at the speed of random
waves of light that pass us by
ever again i fall apart
Have i ever learnt to fly?
Yay! my first poem in a long long time.
Which leads this entry to explore change. I hate time. I guess its inevitable that time changes everything. Almost everything, at least. Feelings change, people change, government policies change, and even the rate of change changes. I think every person who is reading this post now would probably have had friendships dissolved in the mist of time, parts of themselves lain to rest under the sands of time, memories diluted by the vapours of time, and glory faded by the winds of time. Sure, nothing lasts forever. How can life even proceed without time? If there was no time, then there would only be existence and not life. But then sometimes you just want to live in that moment forever. To feel and savour every bit of your life at a particular point in time. To remember the great times you've shared with a group of friends. To remember your first kiss. To remember winning your first competition in an inter-school meet. To remember standing in awe of the wonders of the world. To remember the feeling of omnipotency upon jumping off a plane. Don't you sometimes wish we had a pensieve like Dumbledore? So far, i know at least 3 people who would absolutely love to have one: Enil, Huishan, and me. I'll bet really, that there isn't anyone who wouldn't love to have one. Its rather sad to think that memories do change after time too. It seems as if as the character of a person changes, the memories in his vault of thought get trimmed and reshaped to suit his personality. A very selective subconscious modification. I hardly remember some of my best memories now. They were but dust in the wind.
I caught the latest Harry Potter movie at Regal at 13th and 4th (which is near my place) on friday night. I must say that for all the excitement, the wait was worth it, except that it just wasnt as powerful as i expected it to be. Sure, everyone's got different perspectives, and i'm certainly not an acclaimed director or anything, but i felt that there was a lack of explanation of alot of things that were answered in the book. Perhaps it's Rowling's idea so that more ppl will want to read the book after watching the movie. But sadly to say, the movie is not so good that it would want to make me pick up the book. Rather, its the book that's gripping, that makes me want a visual of the story in the book. Either way, i feel the movies are getting better. The first one was crap besides quidditch, the second was slightly better, third was good (besides the horrible casting of sirius), and the 4th was provocative in a way. Lets see how the rest turn out.
I had stingray for dinner last night. Ta-paoed it from new malaysia restaurant in chinatown, cos i felt that i absolutely had to get it. Plans for a Singaporean dinner there were dashed, so in true commando fashion, i completed my mission, though i be the lone survivor... even though i must say that 14.95 is a hefty sum for stingray, but then... There comes a time where one stops bothering to convert SGD to USD, because theres just no damn point. We get hawker center delicacies at $2. Chicken rice, Mee pok, Char Kuay Teow, Ice Kacang... Etc. Max max at Kopitiam its $3.50. But over here, A slice of plain cheese pizza costs $2 USD = $3.40 SGD. Even a damn packet of ramen costs 80 cents USD. Then how? Most meals at restaurants here cost above $5 USD. Imagine in SG every meal you spend $8 plus. Oh how i adore hawker centres. They really should be promoted as tourist attractions i say. Fabulous food at ridiculously cheap prices. Think about Macs. One meal $6. 3 small pieces of bread + 2 beef patties + some lettuce and 2 pickles versus Chicken rice + Sugar cane + Cheng Tng. How to compare like that? Hawker food all the way man.
Sigh, so much to say, so little time left to study. One month upon my arrival here, i reasoned out the difficulty that most people faced in college. That was the problem of choice. Its hard to reconcile the things we want to do with the things we have to do. Which is why i have said i wish i got high everytime i got 'A's. That would really help in this reconciliation. I guess its painful that every choice made has its consequences. And we all know that in the menu at a restaurant, we never get to choose both the icecream and the mudpie its always either or. What do you choose in the end?
once again, Blogger has failed me in terms of picture posting, so this will be just words and no beautiful artistic depictions of my "extremely exciting" life in a city that never sleeps. Like it even mattered anyway.
Speaking of blogging, I admire Desmond and Hanting for their style of writing. Inherently funny, explicitly funny, just damn funny. It seems that what i have believed for years to be funny, is actually not funny. For example, i always thought i was funny, but then i'm probably not so funny. Some of the jokes i'd die laughing at evoke no response from others who hear it. So... Does that mean i'm just ridiculous or what? Just weird, just crazy, just me.
Thoughts zooming by at the speed of random
waves of light that pass us by
ever again i fall apart
Have i ever learnt to fly?
Yay! my first poem in a long long time.
Which leads this entry to explore change. I hate time. I guess its inevitable that time changes everything. Almost everything, at least. Feelings change, people change, government policies change, and even the rate of change changes. I think every person who is reading this post now would probably have had friendships dissolved in the mist of time, parts of themselves lain to rest under the sands of time, memories diluted by the vapours of time, and glory faded by the winds of time. Sure, nothing lasts forever. How can life even proceed without time? If there was no time, then there would only be existence and not life. But then sometimes you just want to live in that moment forever. To feel and savour every bit of your life at a particular point in time. To remember the great times you've shared with a group of friends. To remember your first kiss. To remember winning your first competition in an inter-school meet. To remember standing in awe of the wonders of the world. To remember the feeling of omnipotency upon jumping off a plane. Don't you sometimes wish we had a pensieve like Dumbledore? So far, i know at least 3 people who would absolutely love to have one: Enil, Huishan, and me. I'll bet really, that there isn't anyone who wouldn't love to have one. Its rather sad to think that memories do change after time too. It seems as if as the character of a person changes, the memories in his vault of thought get trimmed and reshaped to suit his personality. A very selective subconscious modification. I hardly remember some of my best memories now. They were but dust in the wind.
I caught the latest Harry Potter movie at Regal at 13th and 4th (which is near my place) on friday night. I must say that for all the excitement, the wait was worth it, except that it just wasnt as powerful as i expected it to be. Sure, everyone's got different perspectives, and i'm certainly not an acclaimed director or anything, but i felt that there was a lack of explanation of alot of things that were answered in the book. Perhaps it's Rowling's idea so that more ppl will want to read the book after watching the movie. But sadly to say, the movie is not so good that it would want to make me pick up the book. Rather, its the book that's gripping, that makes me want a visual of the story in the book. Either way, i feel the movies are getting better. The first one was crap besides quidditch, the second was slightly better, third was good (besides the horrible casting of sirius), and the 4th was provocative in a way. Lets see how the rest turn out.
I had stingray for dinner last night. Ta-paoed it from new malaysia restaurant in chinatown, cos i felt that i absolutely had to get it. Plans for a Singaporean dinner there were dashed, so in true commando fashion, i completed my mission, though i be the lone survivor... even though i must say that 14.95 is a hefty sum for stingray, but then... There comes a time where one stops bothering to convert SGD to USD, because theres just no damn point. We get hawker center delicacies at $2. Chicken rice, Mee pok, Char Kuay Teow, Ice Kacang... Etc. Max max at Kopitiam its $3.50. But over here, A slice of plain cheese pizza costs $2 USD = $3.40 SGD. Even a damn packet of ramen costs 80 cents USD. Then how? Most meals at restaurants here cost above $5 USD. Imagine in SG every meal you spend $8 plus. Oh how i adore hawker centres. They really should be promoted as tourist attractions i say. Fabulous food at ridiculously cheap prices. Think about Macs. One meal $6. 3 small pieces of bread + 2 beef patties + some lettuce and 2 pickles versus Chicken rice + Sugar cane + Cheng Tng. How to compare like that? Hawker food all the way man.
Sigh, so much to say, so little time left to study. One month upon my arrival here, i reasoned out the difficulty that most people faced in college. That was the problem of choice. Its hard to reconcile the things we want to do with the things we have to do. Which is why i have said i wish i got high everytime i got 'A's. That would really help in this reconciliation. I guess its painful that every choice made has its consequences. And we all know that in the menu at a restaurant, we never get to choose both the icecream and the mudpie its always either or. What do you choose in the end?
once again, Blogger has failed me in terms of picture posting, so this will be just words and no beautiful artistic depictions of my "extremely exciting" life in a city that never sleeps. Like it even mattered anyway.
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