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[Jun. 23rd, 2010|02:16 pm] |
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I think I might just be seriously sick. I really should go for a full body check out when I'm back in Singapore. But I don't feel like doing so. Why? Everyone dies... Why should I even attempt to predict my own death? Medical advances have done nothing but prolonged the natural death rates of human beings. |
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| Superhuman Ethics |
[Nov. 23rd, 2009|07:40 pm] |
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Flight of fancy. Should one ever retaliate in kind whatever hurt someone else has inflicted upon someone you care? Standard answer is: depending on the amount of hurt/depending on how close the person is to you. Today, an insight came upon me that struck me like an epiphany. How about this consideration? It also depends on whether the victim has any consideration for the person whom hurt them. A common example is the often domesticated issue of a husband hitting a wife. Can/should/ought something be done? Remedial actions are often justified by law and the prerogative that no one should devalue their own life below others; since that would be inequality which leads to continued abuse. A harder case to justify would be when the victim receives a barrage of verbal abuse and the concerned is as close if not closer than the person carrying out the abuse. In such a case, would not a failure to act be viewed as the inability to protect people and ideals that one personally stands for? In another sense, if the victim asks one not to act upon the issue; does it mean that one's repaying hurt with kindness and wants you to do the same? Or does it mean that the particular person who have dealt the hurt is closer to one than you? However, is it not a fair conclusion that regardless the intention, the person who have dealt the hurt still mean something to the victim? I think the latter conclusion to be almost irrefutable. Would this make a good paper topic I wonder. |
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[Nov. 7th, 2009|10:42 pm] |
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| Columbia at 0120 |
[Sep. 10th, 2009|01:20 am] |
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Sitting in the students lounge right after finishing homework is some sort of an epiphany: school can be enjoyable. Especially after finishing my Calculus I homework and realising that all my solutions are actually right, that felt like some kind of accomplishment. I had the most enjoyable lecture in my life today which was on Darwin and Evolution. Lit-Hum was invigorating especially since it was on Homer's Illiad(which I have 7 chapters to read before Monday) and getting to know the Greek Gods and their human alliances was kinda cool. Now I no longer have to scratch my head when watching <> or films like that. I'm falling in love... with an institution that provides so many opportunities to explore all the different areas of human knowledge, save the sciences. But for now, goodnight New York and Good Afternoon Singapore! |
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| 天刹孤星 |
[Jul. 27th, 2009|08:57 pm] |
子曰：“人无远虑，必有近忧。”
道理是再也清楚不过的。但是回来的这一段日子里面，真的让我非常之担忧。或许真的是犯太岁，又或是八字不合。家里的问题一日比一日差。回来是否是对的选择？处身千里之外，视而不见，问题难道就能解决？解铃还需系铃人，但始终是自己家事。我真的应该弃之不顾还是留下，这是一个好难回答的问题。留下不代表我有能力解决，只可能是缓兵之计。离开是否等于逃避弃之于不顾？
难道天命正是如此？人生有很多个选择，当一个人的抉择不影响到身边最关心的人，它是容易的。当它的回响有可能是晴天霹雳如当头棒喝的时候，它可能是人生中不能弥补或补救的失误。亲情一旦失去，到底是覆水难收，还是能够失而复得？生命的价值在于一个人所做出的选择而走过的路，此路又应该怎走下去呢？
醉翁之意不在酒，只感叹：酒入愁肠愁更愁，挥刀断水水更留。
唉哉！ |
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| SING-A-PORH.... |
[Jul. 26th, 2009|02:00 pm] |
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Coming back seems surreal. It constitutes drinking "til the cows come home"; staying with my parents; having nothing to do with life. All in the reverse order of (dis)importance. Meeting some friends that knows some scars didn't help. Hanging out with extremely pretty girls doesn't help either. Spending time with real friends seem extremely scary because they know how to read you like a book. In reverse order of enjoyment. But end of the day, this trip should have been reversed, I always seem to drift aimlessly like a floater whenever I'm back "HOME". |
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| The last lap unwinds |
[Jun. 8th, 2009|07:25 pm] |
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So its finals time and I am finding myself in academic limbo. Can no longer find the motivation to study for the stupid anthro and business exams this coming thursday and sunday. Partied the whole of last weekend away figuring its gonna be one of the last few LA weekends left. Woke up from an alcohol induced coma that lasted the whole of Sunday only to finally wake up at 3am Monday morning after being concussed from saturday night/ sunday morning. Forced myself to read my anthropology notes but finding the subject to be thoroughly non fulfilling, unlike what I had signed up for. I had thought it would be a subject about evolution and more theory based. Its just endless logjams of names that do not make any sense. As for business, I could probably ace it with only a half-days worth of studying hence procrastinating. Columbia seems too far and there are too many things between then and now that has to be settled. I feel like a voyager with no end in sight; floating and drifting wherever the tide brings me right now. |
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| Cigarettes and Dogs |
[May. 26th, 2009|11:11 pm] |
There is not a time like tonight whereby I suddenly notice a spike in cigarette intake. I was staring out of my bedroom window and just gazing at the moon that seems to hang for an eternity at the same spot in the night sky while the traffic goes by. I wonder why are humans always such fickle creatures. When there's company, one craves for solitude. Yet when the silence and catharsis of the night rolls in, I can't help but be remembered of the good times I had when there was actually someone around the house.
Maybe its this kind of moments, a lonely tuesday night, that thoughts get wild and imaginations are let fly. When one curses at his inability to get even one friend out of bed to accompany him for a cup of hot tea and to discuss philosophies in life. There is no doubt in my mind that the previous comment could be overturned if I were in Singapore or if it was a call for imbibing alcohol. Yet, my rationale mind got the better of me in one of the rare circumstances when an infection and a slow healing wound serves as deathly reminders of my chronic disease.
Sometimes I wonder to myself, as the only child, there will be a day whereby my dad and mum are gone. Where if my inability to find a life partner hits so close to home. That I will be alone, stuck; listening to the chorus of the crickets and the foreplay of the toads. Is this the path that I would like to walk down? Why should I stay single? People often ask me to find a proper partner, someone who would cajole, enliven and necessarily matter to me and my life. Yet what do I have to give in return? Nothing but a bag of illnesses that will one day turn into a nightmare of a burden for someone.
This proposition reminds me of why I should get a dog instead. That a dog's years would most likely be before the reaper comes for me is of utmost importance. That I could shower it with all the love in the world and know of nothing to ask for it but its undivided friendship and loyalty. That i could open my deepest fears and worries without any hesitation about betrayal of trust. We could take long walks together, just me and my dog; counting down to our necessary death. |
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| Fucking-anthropologistovorous |
[May. 21st, 2009|03:54 pm] |
Allow me to pose a question: "Do you know what frugivorous means?"
Answer: "A diet that consists primarily of fruits."
I hope that shed some light on the topic of this post. My main gripe at this exact moment in my life is the non-appreciativeness of anthropologists (and taxonomists in particular) of the beauty of Essentia non sunt multiplicanda praeter necessitatem (simplicity). I mean why do we have to confuse matters by giving freaking unrealistic names to dead fossilized anything.
Pongoidea for Orangutans? Why not Ah-Meng-had-an-idea? Ccb. Cercopethicoidea? How about trying just old world monkeys? Hylobats? Why not just small-swinging-apes for gibbons and siamangs? The fucking Genus and family names have no bloody sense and makes none unless you are a student of greek and latin which is frustrating.
Frustrating because:
1. The study of taxonomy or anthropology is to understand human evolution, not a class to appreciate greek or latin vocabulary.
2. Why would you want to impede the progress of the field of study through the memorization of stupid names that belong ~ 21st century?
3. There's a fucking reason why one of the hardest names to spell in the english language is hippopotamus.
So there you go, a short rant on the ineffectiveness of naming fossils in the traditional romantic way by adding a christened name in front a sub family of species. Why the fuck Australopidecus anamensis when the fucking fossil is found in Kenya and not in Australia? Only because Australo means the south. Even if the name was S.Kenyapidecus would have made more fucking sense in relation.
To part, allow me to entertain all the scientists who loves to give these uninteresting and archaic names to everything and anything they study. How about changing ischial callosity into lao-gao-kar-cheng-wu-blister?
Ccb. |
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