Monday, November 23, 2009

Trade

Everyone has dreams, but only a few will have the skill and the providence to realize them.

Everyone wants love, but only will some find the kind that they are looking for.

Today I looked at some of Dian Tika's writings. I felt a mixture of jealousy and awe.

Chris is right to say that sometimes, university seems like a conveyor belt where raw minds are processed into uniform, cookie-cutter products for corporate consumption.

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It seems that for the sake of sounding cool and emo, I've apparently made a few exaggerations and misquoted someone at the same time. Lol.

I guess the point is simply... Exams this semester really, really suck.

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Only a small proportion of the people who graduate will honestly that they've landed on a career that fulfills them. The rest of us may grow up lamenting the days when we danced, performed in a band, or kicked a soccer ball around.

How do we keep these dreams alive in a system where staying alive most likely means having to be a cog in that system? Does the answer imply sacrifice? And if it does, which part of you will you end up giving?

You can't bailout by answering with "Time" or "Energy". It may end up needing... more than that.

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Thursday, November 19, 2009

New revelations every morning.

After 205 ended, I started acting as if all my exams were already over. Haha. I ate sashimi salad, bought a tub of ben and jerry's ice cream, and spent two hours playing bejeweled.

205 was the most intimidating and stressful exam I've had so far. I couldn't get to sleep the night before, and in between waking and sleeping, my mind was still thinking about the different flaws to my arguments. I think it was fortunate that Marie pointed out how hard it was to explain concepts in detail, because it made me feel on edge and more alert overall.

New revelations every 5 minutes. Hahaha.

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4 hours of Bejeweled Blitz later...

Shit.

But it's a nice feeling when all the gems fall into the right places.

Pretentious life metaphor ftw. Lol.

Monday, November 16, 2009

Fruits and vegetables I ate today:

1 cup of papaya milk
1 cup of apple orange fruit juice
1 fruit jelly
2 bowls of salad
1/2 glass of carrot juice.
1/3 of an apple

End result: HP +100

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

People have said many things about freedom.

"The secret of happiness is freedom. The secret of freedom is courage." -Thucydides

"He who is brave is free." -Seneca

"Freedom is not worth having if it does not include the freedom to make mistakes." -Mahatma Gandhi

"Man is free at the moment he wishes to be." -Voltaire

Most of these people are historical personalities whom we acknowledge as great thinkers. But my most favorite quote of all comes from an anime.

"Freedom doesn't mean being able to fly anywhere you choose. It means having a home to fly back to."

-Taken from Gensomaden Sayuiki, by Kazuya Minekura

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Monday, November 09, 2009

When you're well again

There's nothing that needs to be said.

But I'll still be posting this emo rant that uses black holes as a metaphor. Because black holes are really cool. And because space was the 'next' frontier that got passed over way too quickly.

Kader if you ever want to do a comic together, I think I have some uber ideas.


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In each person's heart, there is a hole. There is a black hole in the part of his heart that he does not tend to, the part that he avoids. We never really know exactly when it comes to take up a space in our hearts, but big or small, it's there. Look away long enough, and it starts to grow, pulling bits and pieces of your confidence and sanity into it with an inescapable gravitational force.

Every tangible thing inside you starts to get sucked into that black hole, making you feel emptier and emptier each day. And inside you, there's silence and a threatening disquiet. But this silence has a voice. It speaks. It asks you questions. It asks you if people are talking behind your back, if they're slowly excluding you from everything they do, if they can even be trusted at all. It asks you if your girlfriend really loves you or not, if there is really such a thing as love, if it's worth it even if it does exist. It asks you what life is, and if it is worth living.

The list grows longer. If you start to voice those questions out loud, if you start to give a voice to those questions... The best case scenario is that somebody with an enormous capacity for love will somehow fill that void for you, for a while at least. The worst case scenario is that you won't have that person, and questions will be met with more questions.

At the end, there'll be nothing left but a vacuum with a hyper-dense ball of paranoia and anxiety in the center.

Science does not know much about how to deal with black holes, but those who've lived with them for a long time do know a little. They know not to answer the questions that the silence poses, because the questions will never stop. They know that sometimes, the love of others isn't enough, because a black hole can suck in anything.

They know that dealing with it means seeing. Seeing that beyond all the haunting echoes of doubt and questioning in that seemingly endless void, there is something at the center, something real and tangible.

That tangible thing is, oddly enough, a question. A real question. And maybe the question is different for each person. But for me, it's always been the same question... ... And my answer to it is yes. Or at least, it will be.

Sunday, November 08, 2009

I was a mimosa in my youth

In each person's heart, there is a hole. There is a black hole in the part of his heart that he does not tend to, the part that he avoids. We never really know exactly when it comes to take up a space in our hearts, but big or small, it's there. Look away long enough, and it starts to grow, pulling bits and pieces of your confidence and sanity into it with an inescapable gravitational force.

Every tangible thing inside you starts to get sucked into that black hole, making you feel emptier and emptier each day. And inside you, there's silence and a threatening disquiet. But this silence has a voice. It speaks. It asks you questions. It asks you if people are talking behind your back, if they're slowly excluding you from everything they do, if they can even be trusted at all. It asks you if your girlfriend really loves you or not, if there is really such a thing as love, if it's worth it even if it does exist. It asks you what life is, and if it is worth living.

The list grows longer. If you start to voice those questions out loud, if you start to give a voice to those questions... The best case scenario is that somebody with an enormous capacity for love will somehow fill that void for you, for awhile. The worst case scenario is that you won't have that person, and questions will be met with more questions.

At the end, there'll be nothing left but a vacuum with a hyper-dense ball of paranoia and anxiety in the center.

Science does not know much how to deal with black holes, but those who've lived with them for a long time do know a little. They know not to answer the questions that the silence poses, because the questions will never stop. They know that sometimes, the love of others isn't enough, because a black hole can suck in anything.

They know that dealing with it means seeing. Seeing that beyond all the haunting echoes of doubt and questioning in that seemingly endless void, there is something at the center, something real and tangible.

That tangible thing is, oddly enough, a question. A real question. And maybe in all those hearts that I have no insight into, the question is different for each of them. But for me, it's always been the same question... ... And my answer to it is yes. Or at least, it will be.

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"Anxiety is love's greatest killer. It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you. You want to save him, but you know he will strangle you with his panic." -Anias Nin

I once had a problem I could not resolve: If you are having doubts or resentments in a friendship/relationship, does speaking to the person about it constitute trust or doubt?

On one hand, it could be said that telling that person how you feel means that you trust that person enough to be honest... However, it could also be said that by telling that person your feelings, you do not trust that person because 1) You don't trust that the he/she knows you well enough or cares enough to figure it out on their own. (Or perhaps you have simply been too sensitive, despite their care) 2) You don't trust that ultimately, they are completely well-intentioned regardless of the fact that they unknowingly hurt you.

Or 3) A part of you no longer trusts them to care, and you want them to feel hurt when you tell them how you feel. You want to hurt them as much as they hurt you.


At the end of the day, I felt that regardless of whether you share or withhold your feelings, it all comes down to whether or not you do what you do in faith or faithlessness. If you believe in that person and the friendship you share, then you will ask with an open heart that will accept any answer, whether or not it heals or it hurts. If you don't believe in that person, nothing they say will truly touch your heart or mend your spirit.


But recently, it has occurred to me that merely asking a questions and sharing feelings implies some sense of doubt: "Why did you do this? How could you hurt me this way? Do you even care?".

I thought about for awhile, and I figured that ultimately, this works on two levels: Trust regarding the problem in question, and trust regarding the relationship itself.

Assuming that one acts in faith, then not talking to the person means having a strong belief that they have never had ill intentions towards you. However, this logically means that in approaching the person with your concerns, you admit that you doubt their intentions and that you do not understand their actions.

I think that doubt in this case is at least an honest doubt. And it is ultimately a reflection of trust on another level: Trust in that person's honesty and the foundations of the friendship you share.



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It's scary, once you realize that sometimes, who you are just might not cut it. It's scary once you realize that there's always a chance, even if it's just a slight chance, that people will suddenly turn their face from you and walk away.




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As I heard the various singers coming out on stage and singing to his words, his music... I thought then that it hadn't been a complete waste, that all the time he'd sacrificed had not simply been a desperate attempt to escape from reality; there had been meaning to it. It wasn't much, but it was something.

And I started thinking to myself that perhaps, because of my lack of forgiveness, I was missing out on something. I started thinking that maybe I would like to become the person that he never became... Perhaps because he never got the opportunity to become that person.

And I started thinking to myself that when it comes to other people, we should perhaps give them the benefit of the doubt when we can. Add in a good measure of determinism when evaluating their flaws. Because we can't judge fairly, neither were we called to judge them. The only thing we have been called to do is to forgive.

As for ourselves, we should cut out the determinism as much as possible, except when it comes to evaluating our weaknesses and coming up with ways to solve them. We shouldn't 'use our character flaws as an excuse', as a friend once said, because those of us who know we have a choice also know that we make choices deep in our heart, all the time, whether or not we're completely conscious of every choice we make. Ultimately, God is watching us make all these choices before him.




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I just had an epiphany.

Perfumes and colognes are for making other people aware of your presence. They enlarge that presence.

All this while, I thought they just smelled nice. It makes sense now that people pay hundreds of dollars to buy them.

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Wednesday, November 04, 2009

Soup and Stew

I finished my Durkheim essay this morning (Though obviously there were some glaring flaws. It was good that Weili called. Haha). Deciding that this was a cause for celebration, I gave myself a break from school today and watched Boston Legal Season 1.

That show is... seductive... But more on that at some later point.

While watching Alan Shore engage in ridiculous tomfoolery, the thought occurred to me that too much school was preventing me from studying... Now, putting the fact that I first thought this in jest, and brushing off the implication that I don't value my education enough, I've come to think that this is quite true.

This semester, I've had some of the most spellbinding experiences of my life. Listening to Peter Van de Kamp rattle on and on during Monday classes, seeing Neil Gaiman in person at the Arts House, Lindy Hop class, meeting new people, and even watching Boston Legal... These learning experiences are really big detours from what I'd originally signed up to learn (Sociology). Yet, it's only through these experiences that I've been able to understand what it means to be 'filled with dreams', the accusation so often leveled at naive youths. I know what an aspiration truly feels like now. I've become intimately acquainted with jealousy and envy, bitterness and longing. That's not to say I've never felt such things before in my life; rather it's never been quite this frequent or consuming.

Sociology just doesn't have that kind of hold on me. Yes, I like what I'm learning. Yes, I think it's meaningful. Yes, I'm more comfortable telling people what I study now. And yes, a part of me is willing to participate in this field in the future, given the chance.

But as much as I'm captivated by the force of personality that great lecturers like Tan Joo Ean and Kwok Kian Woon exude, there are times when I find myself experiencing a feeling of spiritual disembodiment in classes. Tutorials are just too damn short. They're a game we play to make ourselves look better in front of our tutors and each other. Although it's true that as classmates, we do help each other to clarify concepts and discuss theories, I think that I can safely say that during tutorial, I've heard us say smart things but never any meaningful things. There's never enough time for us to discuss how we feel about social issues, let alone how we should feel. One hour per week per module... It's efficiency. It's bureaucracy.

And well, examinations are a game too. There isn't much difference between them and a game of DOTA or Red Alert 3. You need to know your stats and facts. You need to know your enemy/examiner/cohort. And you need to calmly calculate and choose whether or not you're going to take risks with your strategy.

It isn't this way with writing class. I've burnt entire weekends trying to get the assignments for it done, but each week, I had days to think about what it was that I wanted to write, and though I'm not at the top of my class, I can say that I'm proud of almost everything I've written.

It's only been in a year, but I'm already getting tired of playing this game the same way over and over again. It's a worthwhile experience to invest a little more of yourself into every essay you write, every project you do, every exam you take. Whether or not you write to express your passion for social justice, to question yourself and others to find answers, or just to look really smart in front of your peers, it's worth it to take the risk to make anyone who reads anything you write feel the heat of fiery words and the sharp edge of practiced thought. My goal for this exam will be to write with the fiery passion of Marx, the mental clarity and honesty of Weber, and the baseless confidence and flair of Emile Durkheim.



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Lindy Hop EOSP party.

Disregarding my lack of aesthetics... I got... 85% of my routine with Carmela right.

Watching the seniors really blew me away.

Trying to dance with my very limited move set left me in a bad mood by the end of the party, as awesome as it was.

I am going to get better at this. I will.

I really need to get more perked up.