thinking of....

how much i don't want this to die...

please.

jia, liz . don't let this just wither and dissipate, in some sense this represents our friendship (yes, i know we have much more than a blog to show our friendship) but don't let this just disappear, that's not how we envisioned the future right? so what if we are in different places, let us at least have a semblance of thought, joy, appreciation and love...

we are all presumably veryveryvery busy now, but at least an occassional post? that'll suffice.

thankfully and gratefully i still somewhat know what's going on in your lives now...

jia: thanks for all the lee kong chian trips. we must add more to our record and we'll become fully-fledged NERDS! haaha

liz: I REALLY HOPE SA WILL SEE THE LIGHT AND YOU'LL GET IN... :)))

that's for now...

i'm trying to perform CPR

C urrent currants,

P olka dots,

(please continue)

R ocking'

:/

thinking of....

missing st margs, the beautiful green and cream walls and building, the red fanned quadtangdral, the people, long-winded but well spoken devotions, friends, 4e3, prefects, choir, teachers, 'green' club, the all-girls environment, the distinctive high-pitched anthem, the bickerings, the school song, the off-tune singing during worship, the laughter, the antics, the tears, all of the moments, the noise, the silence, the day and the night shadows of the structure i call/called my second home, the craziness of it all...

this is a valentine's day tribute ( though i don't really believe the all sheebang :p)

i <3

family (of course!)
st margs
4e3'05, 3e3'04, 2e2'03, 1e5'02
sm choir
smpb
currants! :)
those rich and famous girls
the people who left for aussieland! :(

YOU.

this was written in boredom during school...

Little did we know
O' what trouble befalls us
Valentine's day is
Exorbitant.

or

Very
Astronomical
Love in terms of
English pounds
No more
Taxis
In the
Next
Eight Months.

or

Love's not red roses,
nor creamy chocolates.
Love's not Hershley kisses,
nor sweet pink cards.
Love's not you
nor me.
Love's not about us,
love's about the
endorphins,
hormones,
chemical reactions
Insane commitment,
the Crazy, Weird, Stupid
decision, pact, agreement
we made between us.

thinking of....

school.

for once, i shall not post poems or such because i want to share interesting nuggets from the Theory of Knowledge/ epistemology lectures i have been receiving the past few days which benefitted me greatly despite the fact that the auditorium was somewhat a human freezer! :P

questions like:

is there a god?

is there free will?

is there right or wrong?

what is thinking?

is the brain and mind separate?

we were also given issues to judge whether what should or shouldn't be done. (e.g. to torture an innocent wife of a mad bomber to divulge where the bombs were hidden?)

anyway what really struck me the most was the lecture given by this professor from nus's english/literature faculty.

she said that the difference between people who take science and arts/humanities was that

• the science people wanted the world to be factual, absolute and certain ( till one scientific theory or discovery debunks the former)
• whereas the others (humans/arts) could deal with the world being everchanging, ambiguous and indefinite.

so you see, the perception of the world in these two spheres differ greatly. i was greatly comforted by her speech because i was still in the middle of wondering whether i am more 'science' or 'humans'. (though i chose a humans based course of study --- lit, history, econs, maths) so when she said that, i felt that she managed to arrange my jumbled thoughts and ideas in a logical manner and without hesitation, i knew at that juncture that i wanted/could deal with an ambiguous and uncertain world because i could never take things at face value.

the tests that i took during the course on skepticism also convinced me more.

it asked questions like:

Doctors really know the causes of diseases?

There's an objective difference between right and wrong?

Morals are just made up by societies to make people behave in convenient ways?

anyhow, if you are still wavering between arts and science, just ask yourself this question:

CAN I DEAL WITH AN UNCERTAIN AND AMBIGUOUS WORLD where there are grey areas and little black and white ones

OR WOULD I RATHER HAVE A FIRMLY EMBEDDED VIEW OF THE WORLD WHERE MOST THINGS ARE CERTAIN?

you will have your answer.

thinking of...


so tomorrow we will go our separate ways

for you

faded letters litter my desk,
the ink on it has ran.
perhaps as you have,
away from everything.

faces fuzz around the edges
of my mind.
your face,
it's nondescript.
nothing for me to remember.

the feelings,
you always told me
that's what mattered.
but i feel i can't anymore.
or maybe i can't bring myself to.

you left me.
so now as i tear up those letters,
it is time for me
to leave you too.

new blog: http://des-roses-jaunes.blogspot.com

thinking of....

Gone

Things seemed big
when I was small.

Gone were the days
of wonderment.
The twirling tutus enticing
me to dance.

Gone were the dreams
of meeting my Prince Charming.
The glass shoe, the pumpkin carriage...
All no more!

Gone were the delusion
of being children forever.
Thumbelina, Pinocchio, me
We have to grow up one day.

When I was small,
Things seemed big.

went to watch The Nutcracker yesterday.. the magical feeling of it diminished over the years.. somehow it's no longer the dance that brings back the memories but the music. tastes change.

thinking of....

the hols!

i'm bored.. haha

thankfully, i have going to have the TALK with Jia this Sat, finally something to stimulate those grey cells! :)

hmms, should i do some preparation or should i go totally unprepared and let jia evangelise the spirits out of me... haaa :)

just completed reading/scanning through Memoirs of A Geisha...

I must say the ending is so 'classic love story' esque. But i like it. :P

been re-reading parts of sophie's world and a book on ancient philosophers. heavy reading but nonetheless very mind provoking.. it's like you read a paragraph or a sentence and you need to pause to allow the entirety of it to sink... still it's so cool! haha, okay i know that this isn't exactly what 'cool' people will call the cutting edge of 'cool' but by any means, it's much 'cooler' to ponder life than live it without even bothering to understand it...

thinking of....

My blog is worth $0.00.
How much is your blog worth?

we are priceless! :)

note the pun :P

well, i thought perhaps it's about time to post a poem after so long...

earth’s psychedelic lollipop

Grey melded, iron bolted jail
Bright yellow streak---danger!
Keys, locks, jingle, jangle
Clanging noise of entrappment.

Swirls of cotton candy,
White and delectably pouffy.
Golden shaft of luminence,
Glowing upon a path of hope.

Let there be dark,
Let there be light.

Let there be day,
Let there be night.

Let there be noise.
Let there be silence.

An overturned bowl of heaven.

i just love the blue sky out of my window.