The Pursuit of Happiness

Greetings,

Just a few days ago, there was this fasinating documentary on discovery channel. It was about the malleable human mind. At the time when I chanced upon the documentary, it was talking about the cause of maniac depression and the use of prozac, an anti-depressant.

An interesting question was popped, If prozac elevates depression, does over dose make a person happy? The researchers said no, and that they were not at the moment researching on any drug that can give a person the feeling of happiness. Which brings to mind, if such a drug is actually possible, what horrendous consequences would that bring? If the purpose of life is the pursuit of happiness, wouldnt that breed a society of perpetual pill-poppers?

Yet that is what happiness truly is when it manifests. A chemical reaction in the brain. Lack of a certain reaction, and you get depression. No matter how unjustified or advised, how religiously trained or mentally conditioned, it still boils down to the chemical reactions.

The documentary continues and tells about how the brain interpretes happiness. It is known that whenever we experience a sense of joy, there is increased brain activity in the left side of our brain. The more happy we are, the further back is the activity on the left side. What this suggest is that, the happiest person on earth, is probably a senior tibetan monk. Scientist conducted a MRI scan on the brain of meditating monks and discover that during meditation, the brain activity was not only on the left side, but further back than everybody else that was tested.

Infact, monks who practised meditation for years were so trained into controlling their minds, that by simply asking them to think of compassion, love, peace, they can dramatically shift the area of brain activity which is something that surprised the neurologists themselves.

In an attempt to test the powers of meditation, an experiment was conducted with 2 groups of volunteers from different walks of urban life. 1 group was to simply live their lives as per normal but to recieve MRI scans periodically. The other group, was sent on a regular 3 month long course on meditation where they learnt how to meditate. Results showed that the group which practise meditation, showed marked differences in brain activity compared to the control group. They had more activity further back on the left side of their brains. They were more happy, so to speak.

That the human mind, as is with the body, can be physically moulded by practice even if for just a short time, just as an athelete can mould his body is also shown in another study. London taxi drivers. Taxi drivers given brain scans by scientists at University College London had a larger hippocampus compared with other people. This is a part of the brain associated with navigation in birds and animals. The scientists also found part of the hippocampus grew larger as the taxi drivers spent more time in the job.

Throughout most of our lives, we tend to be taught to seek and pursuit happiness as an ultimate, sanctified and sacred purpose. It is a concept constantly preached by religious leaders and politicians alike. Yet now it is slowly being revealed that 'happiness' is actually more tangible, more malleable then we had ever previously thought. If the pursuit of happiness is the ultimate purpose in life, shouldnt we all start living in seclusion to meditate? Or develop a divine 'happiness' pill?

oh what madness....

Greetings,

Today I had my OC presentation. Which by the horrors was followed by a quiz later. My mind was with so much madness. Heres the speech I prepared...

Good morning mr seto and fellow classmates, I am Lim Yok Zuan. Thank you
everyone for giving us presenters today ur attention, eventhough there is a quiz
later. On behalf of all the presenters today, I Thank you.

There is a nursery rhyme that goes like this, “twinkle twinkle little star, how I wonder
what u are.” You knw I remb when I was very young, after I listen to this
nursery rhyme, I ask my father. “ah pa, what is a star?” and he replied, “siao
ah, a star is a star la, ask stupid qns!”. So today, I will tell u ALL about
STARS.
(Click)
Do u knw that each time u look up into the sky and see a
star, u are actually looking deep into the history of our universe? Because
stars are so far away, light takes 1000s even millions of years to travel from
there to here. So what u see each time u look at the bright dot in the sky is
actually things that already happened 1000s and millions of years
ago.
(click)
Stars are so far away, yet they play a very significant role
in our existence. Today I will be telling u abt the life of stars, how stars
begin, how they live and eventually, how they may die.
(click)
In space there is a lot of hydrogen. Stars form when a critical mass of hydrogen clouds
in space get squeezed together by gravity so close that thermonuclear fusion
takes place. The hydrogen atoms fuse to become helium. This fusion of hydrogen
into helium releases huge amounts of energy in the process. This is why a star
shines. As long as the chain reaction is sustained, A STAR IS
BORN!
(click)
But it doesn’t stop here. As the star use hydrogen, it makes
helium. When it runs out of hydrogen, the core shrinks as it is no longer hot
enough to hold against gravity. It then collapses until the core becomes compact
enough for Helium to fuse, this time into carbon and oxygen. But even helium
runs out, now carbon and oxygen start to fuse into silicon and neon and so on
and so forth (click). As this animation shows, each time it collapses to fuse
new elements, it releases a sudden burst of energy that blasts off some of its
surface; the cycle repeats until eventually iron is formed in the core of the
star. Iron simply cannot fuse into other elements.
(click)
But even the iron core itself eventually collapses. What happens next is spectacular! Imagine
in less than a second it collapses from the size of 8,000 km wide to become only
20km wide. This Releases a sudden enormous amount of energy. I knw this is
getting hard to imagine so let me show u an animation of this (click). U cant
see the core here, but the core actually shrinks, and releases a huge wall of
energy, equivalent to 100 suns burning for 10billion years in this split second!
This energy slams into the outer layer. And the entire outer layer of the star
literally explodes from the core!! It is in this explosion that trace element
heavier than iron are formed. This event is known as a
supernova.
(click)
Some stars are supermassive. With hundreds even thousands times the mass of normal stars. In this case something even more spectacular happens! Such stars because they are so big they collapse so fast under their own weight, that these dying stars release an incredible burst of
energy, so much energy, equivalent to our Sun 880 billion years, in a single
terrible blast (click for GRB!) known as the gamma ray burst. In this brief
moment, the dying star becomes the brightest thing in the universe. What remains
of the once bright star now becomes a black hole.
(click)
What happens if such an event were to occur near earth? If a gamma ray burst were to occur near
earth, what we will see is the skies suddenly turn bright blue. Then the seas
would boil and the land become as fire. GRB are pretty much the ultimate
sterilant of our universe. And it has happen b4. 500 million years ago, a GRB
occured 6,000 light-years away from Earth. That is 5.7x1017 km away. So far
away. Yet 60% of all life on earth was extinguished. The event is known as the
Ordovician mass extinction.
(click)
I have talked abt how stars are made as the result of the thermonuclear fusion of simple elements into complex elements. Look around u, everything u see, everything you knw, your hands, ur
table tennis ball, your brain, ur fav canoe, elephants, rabbits. Everything is
made from atoms and elements. And what made these elements are the furnaces in
the sky. They came from stars! Lastly I hav also talked abt how stars will
eventually die. Possibly with a catastrophic bang.

We owe our
existence to the stars. For those of us who wonder why we exist, rather than
look down into a microscope, try looking up into a telescope instead. I hope the
next time u look into a star, u remb that there is something in common between u
and these stars in the sky, because we too are made from stardust. And chances
are, all of us and everything on earth once came from the same twinkle twinkle
little star. Next time your children ask you, “what are stars?”… I hope you will
my presentation today.
(click)
Now is the time for me to address your questions. Any questions from the floor?

The presentation went ok… but unfortunately, I didn’t get the grade I was hoping for. Oh well…

Then there was the quiz…madness… I am gonna hate seeing the score for that one…

Back home my mind gave up on me and I feel asleep like never before. I didn’t even know where I was when I woke up. I had dreams so vivid… so long since I last even had any dreams. Such deep sleep… oOoOo

Cycling: Bottle Tree Village

Greetings again,

It has been awhile hasn’t it? Yesterday, I went cycling to bottle tree village in Sembawang. Setting off at 2.30pm I rode my bike down Choa Chu Kang North 6 passing by Yew Tee MRT station. It was a nice cloudy day, not what I would usually prefer though. I was expecting the blazing sun but nonetheless, the day is still for cycling. After a brief stop at the petrol station to stiffen my wheels, I peddled down towards the railway bridge, heading for Woodlands Road.

Being in the day it seemed safer to cycle on the pavement. The horrendously bumpy pavement. Zipping pass curious drivers, bumping my way towards Mandai Road I wondered to myself just why am I doing this. Why am I heading for the shear suffering which awaits anyone wishing to go down Mandai Road. As the hills approach, the mind wanes. Things blur as fatigue sets in and sensations dull under the scorch of lactic acid.

I exited Mandai Road and pass by Yishun. “Sembawang”, I told myself. That’s where I am heading to. Riding down Yishun Avenue 2 I realized I didn’t know which junction to turn at. Not willing to trust my instincts, I rode until I could see Sembawang MRT station before I back tracked to the previous junction. In the map I forgot to bring, I was supposed to turn only at that junction. Am I going to get lost? A sickening thought as I was already tired. No choice but to convince myself that if I do get lost, simply cycling south will get me home… no matter how long.

At the junction, alas! The sign “Sembawang Park” greets me. Yes! On the right track so I was. Tired but eager, I pushed on down the winding road. How quiet it was this road, tranquil as such it really makes me expect to see a kampong village. Finally there it was, Bottle Tree Village. Ah… so those are the bottle trees. And what is this? A park connector which links to yishun park? Curious and attracted by the quiet cycling track, I find myself riding down just to see if it really does connect to Yishun park.

The trail ends abruptly into Yishun avenue 2. Alright… so where is Yishun park? Turning left, I headed back down along Yishun avenue just to look for the park. After awhile, I gave up. Turning back when I saw North Point shopping centre. Time to head home I guess. So I headed towards Causeway point. “Shouldn’t be that far”, or so I thought. By now, dehydration and its effects had set in. I begin to feel alittle desperate. My rickety bike starts to complain as well, squeaking ever more the frequent. Distracting myself from the strain, I looked around the environment. How interesting, this is the very first time I’m cycling in Admiralty. At every turn, an unfamiliar street beckons. If only I have the time to cycle through all of them!

Down Woodlands Avenue I went, the traffic beginning to build up as peak hour arrives. It is almost 5pm now and the streets are beginning to bustle with life. Like an observer from outer space I road along side the cars, casually and curiously wondering how these streaming masses of persons are leading their lives. Are they happy? Sad? Lonely?

Finally about an hour later, I turned into Woodlands Road… the familiar sight of the petrol station signifying the end of my journey for the day!! oOo [35 kilometers in total]

Just this morning...

Greetings again,

Recently it seems, life for me has been swinging from extremes. I know all too well that this might just be a period of “growing pains”. But little am I aware of the depth my psychology being affected. “losing it” perhaps that’s what they call. There were periods of time when I felt very alone. When it seems all the world owed me an apology for my feeling neglected. I felt like for all that I’ve done to feel welcomed or accepted, my efforts have been in vain. And that perhaps, it’s time to return the favor. We feel this way sometimes... don't we all?

I have felt hurt, that sent messages were not replied. I have had voiced out my protest to demand attention. But how sane are these actions? How much should I expect? Haven’t I suffered enough to expect the world to treat me better? A consuming bitterness.

It seems that, every time things start to look good. I forget how it came to be this way. Perhaps I have taken my pleasures for granted. Life for me it seems, have forgotten its value. I feel lost, there is no purpose. After all that I have done, I am still neither here nor there. Still so human, so ordinary. Why is everyone enjoying life but me? And indeed, fallen for the trap of humanity I did. Everyday, hoping that someone would save me from this torment.

Today was going to be another agonizing day of seemingly mundane nothingness. As usual, I woke up to check my hp. No one messaged. Yet another flash of discontent. As usual I lumbered to wash-up. Then switched on the computer in hopes of finding someone of my predicament to lament with.

A friend of my came online. Someone who I never felt would be able to understand my frustrated feelings. She said “hi” and I replied as a matter of routine, expecting yet another pointless casual talk. Yet today was different. She spoke of life, its meaning with regards to death. At once it regained my interests. Finally someone else who contemplates life like I do? It turns out that the treat of certain death was a looming in her family. A terminal illness. I tried to console her.

She spoke of her worry about her seeming helplessness. Of what can be done. I told her that perhaps she can help her loved one to accomplish final wishes. But that was out due to circumstances.

I told her that maybe she should spend more time getting to know the person better. Because everyone needs someone to talk to...and maybe when you talk to the person, you will know what can be done. I asked her to query about the loved one’s past… what were the dreams back when days were young and perhaps the ideals on life... and how best to live it. I told her perhaps she needs to talk to the people around her as well, because while the afflicted may be suffering physically... everybody else is suffering emotionally... and that she has to be strong to console the others too... that way... you wont feel like there is nothing you can do.

She spoke of being aware of that, but that shyness prevented her communication.
And I said,

“aha... shy... hmm... ya... can understand... but next time when u are old.. u will realise that its silly to feel this way.. miss out on alot of things.. its always gd to open up to ppl... not everyone can talk to ppl... but everyone needs to talk. Even if when u talk to them... they shun u or reject u... at least u hav done what u ought to do... and theres nth to regret... not everyone may like to talk to you... but u shld try to talk to everyone. life is short right... why keep it to urself in silence... let ppl know u care.”

Suddenly I realized I was really talking to myself. These were exactly the words I need to elevate my depression. Life is short, how could I afford to succumb so much time to all this meaningless bitterness? Where have all my values gone too… indeed I was so lost. Drowning deep in my sea of loathing. I have forgotten myself…

What have I done?

Greetings again,

Hmm... I have not been well recieved lately. I wonder why. Seems everyone is not quite in the mood for a conversation with me. Perhaps it was something I did. Yet, I have no inkling as to what that would be. Perhaps someone would be kind enough to offer the liberty of enlightening me??


*sign* How dejecting.

Tribute to Friendship

Greetings again,

I have a friend call Hannah whom I met during my 1st 3months in JI. She is quite unique among the people I know because she is a Taiwanese who has an American father and a Filipino mother. She was my classmate in JI but we seldom really get to have much time to spend interacting. But somehow we manage to click pretty well and I get this comfortable feeling of certain benevolence about her. She is always so friendly to everyone, so nice and kind. Never do I hear her gossip about people or claim that this or that person has this or that bad traits. And she is always very approachable. I can safely say that she was the last person who I think will harm anyone.

During my time in JI, I was pretty introverted. You can say that I was afraid or maybe unwilling to make friends. I will try not to be involved in gatherings or any games my classmates were enjoying. Even before I was ushered into the class, in the orientation group that I was in I also made an effort not to interact too much. Or rather the lack of effort to interact. And even during the orientation games, I tried to take a more quiet impression.
Because of her sociability, I tend to always only talk to her in class but still I was always very reserved. I only intended to make an acquaintance. I did not wish to put any effort into being a friend nor did I wish to make any friends. I just interacted with the people minimally who I need to know to get along in life.
After jus 3 weeks in JI, I left and hoped that I would never have anything to do with the place anymore.
Sometime later, Hannah informed me that there was a JI class gathering BBQ and asked me to come along. Feeling that I should still keep my acquaintances, I agreed to go. Throughout the event, I talked to people, joked with people, but somehow it just wasn’t very right. I knew myself that I simply did not wish to spend my time and effort in making friends. When it was over, we would go our separate ways and probably never met each other again. This is what always happens.

A few months later, I was surprised that Hannah contacted me again. This time she asked me out for a movie. I was pretty amused that someone who I absolutely did not think I was close with would ask me that, so I agreed to go. Upon arriving I realized that she had also asked a few of her friends along. The interesting thing is that, the friends that she asked along mostly do not know each other. So it was kind of like a strangers gathering where the only person we know is Hannah. It was quite interesting, knowing new people and talking about our lives. But at the end of the day, as usual, we left our separate ways knowing we probably will never meet each other again.

A few months passed and one day she told me to meet her. And it turned out she wanted to pass me a birthday present. I was pretty shocked. I did not even bother to ask when her birthday is. But still she was her usual happy self and she really did not mind that I did not care.

A few months later, Hannah asked me out for another movie again. By now, we occasionally chatted online and I felt like we were closer acquaintances than before. However, still not quite friends in the sense that I still feel obliged to be reserved. This time I did not agree straight away, I told her that I did not really feel like meeting a bunch of strangers who mostly already know each other but I do not know them. She bugged me and said that I can talk to her if I feel lonely and that she will sit beside me during the movie. After much persuasion, I agreed. As expected, all were strangers to me, this time, they were all her friends who knew each other and I was the total stranger. Like last time, I talked with them, joked with them. But at the end of the day, we left our separate ways knowing we probably will never meet each other again.

There were a couple of other times that we met again; usually it was meeting new people also. Personally I really did not like the company of strangers so much and would preferably not go out with her and her friends at all.

I did not like her in the sense that I will not wan her to be my girlfriend. But by now you are probably thinking that she likes me. That was what I suspected also. I did ask her about it and she denied. She jus said that we were just friends...and in my mind I was thinking...."friends got lidat wan meh?" So never mind...at that time I jus thought, "oh well...wadever lo." To me, she was neither a close friend nor anyone special. Yet somehow she was so nice to me.

Then last month, she asked me out again. This time she said it was a farewell gathering because she was going to emigrate to California. I asked her is there anyone in the gathering that I know and she told me that most of the people are either her ex-sec school classmates or schoolmates who know one another. This means I will be rather the odd one out again. So after a few minutes of consideration, I told her that its awkward to go to a gathering where everyone is strangers to me and I did not feel like going. This time, her reaction was unexpected. To me, I would not have cared if she declined a gathering I invited her to go. And I really do not expect her to mind that I said I do not wish to go.

I was talking to her through msn but I can tell she was pretty upset. She was angry and very disappointed. She did not wan to talk to me and when I asked her what the matter was, she said that she was having a difficult time with friends. I know she was referring to me...

I suddenly realized something about myself. That I had always been so naive, I was so stupid. And I had been so heartless. I was good in my studies, I was fit and healthy and I thought I know enough about life. I had always thought she was weird to be so nice to me, always thought that she was wasting her time with all that planning of gatherings of friends. Always think that she should spend more time with her studies and learn not to be so nice to people. Because there are people like me out there who will not care. That friends were simply acquaintances who share mutual interests with me. I had been living in a world where I felt being nice wont get me anywhere, and that I did not need anyone.

And here right there and then was this person. Hannah who I realized devoted her life to friendships. Who believed that the world can be nice, who genuinely wanted to make friends with people. Who simply wanted to be with friends, to enjoy their presence wholeheartedly and truly. Who did not think that people might harm her or laugh at her stupidity, who was so innocent and true about being a friend. To live a life where having friends is the most fulfilling thing to do. Who probably have friends who she can cry with when she is said, and laugh with when she is happy. And sit with at the end of days to smile at a life worthwhile living. Who believed in true friendships.

And I thought to myself, do I have friends who I can cry with? Do I have friends who I can share my greatest joy with? Do I have friends that I would trust my life with? I have never thought about this. I had never thought that I would need to think about it. And it breaks me then to know that I had been missing out in some things which were so important in life. And it shames me to know that I had never fulfilled any of the above to my friends. That I had been such a disappointment to the people who wanted to know me, who sincerely wanted to be my friend. People who were willing to befriend a cold heartless person like me. For once I was touched. And I broke down.

I went for the farewell gathering. She was happy to see that I was there. As expected, all the people there were strangers to me. But this time I realized something about her friends. They were all such delightful people. They were so open so carefree, in stark contrast to the people who I think I know. People who are conservative, people who keep to themselves, who live in their own petty worlds and people who I have became.

But yet these people were not totally unlike the ones I know. They were also Singaporeans. Also in the same rat race, they are the strangers I see in the street, the quiet people. The people next door who does not open their doors. The people who suffers similarly in life. Yet now here in this gathering all the veil of self-consciousness was gone. They were lively, they were cheerful, they happily accepted strangers and they treated everyone without bias. They were all friends, friends of Hannah. How ironic it is that never before did I feel so safe, and only in the company of strangers.

The next day she left for California. I was changed. Somehow, she became a sort of inspiration. An inspiration of truth and sincerity and innocence. I want to honor her belief in friendships. I want to be like her. And in my mind I know I can change. I now know what it meant to be nice, to have friends. You can say I was on a high for friendships. And then as fate would have it in this period of transition, things happened and I met someone...but that is another story…

My Birthday

Greetings again,
Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy birthday to meeee...happy birthday to me~)

I had never really thought much about birthdays. What are they? They have always seemed to be just like most ordinary days. Thus I did not really cared much about other peoples' birthdays as well. Perhaps consequently, I seldom recieve any birthday greetings. I didn't contemplate that my friends don't send me any greetings. These all didn't really mattered to me. Thus it has always puzzled me that so many people I know regard birthdays so sacredly. And would seem to take to heart so much that others do not wish them birthdays.

But then i've always been slightly the different, introverted. I'll prefer solitude to congregation. Silent acknowledgement to open discussion. In other words, I can say now with hindsight of myself that I was, perhaps still am, quite uncomfortable with people. I never really was able to communicate, to express myself well to other people. This inability gradually developed into a habit of avoidance. And perhaps my disregard for birthdays, my and others, is a form of this habit in manifestation.

Recently, certain events have served to change my worldview. And i've made more friends, although i'm still weary of my former reservations. Changes which perhaps I shall not discuss as yet of how and why. As with the other of my birthdays, today or rather this morning I recieved a few birthday greetings. As usual I wasn't conscious of the date and they came rather as a surprise. But then this time there was a difference, I felt some intense feelings. Perhaps the feelings have always been there without my recognising it. Feelings that causes the pausing of things and halt the flow of time. I realise that with the acknowledgement of my birthday and the greetings I recieved, will come the feeling of contentment and reassurance. But what immediately follows was a rather strong bout of grieve. A grieve set about first by the fact that my birthday was ignored or forgotten by ones whom my heart dwelled most. Grieves that struck me with the realisation of how much a disappointment I had been to others who had expected at least a birthday greeting from me. Grieves of the knowledge that I still hold on to images I have of people. Perhaps outright disregard of such events is a merciful way of escape. For one so succumbing to malevolent thoughts.

But nay. All has changed. Birthdays shall be wished upon as they come. =)

~For all that I seek and know, in reverance I bare the acknowledgement~

~FLASHBACKS~ Memory Avenue: Escape to Isles Nostalgia ~Part Three

And there we stayed. A “Duties” chart was drawn up by the food committee that made all of us take turns to make breakfast, lunch and dinner for everyone. Every morning we have to take turns to wake up at 6am to make breakfast. The guys have to pull the bullock cart outside to the water pump to pump a barrel of water, this will be what we have to use for that day. As the pump is quite low to the ground and there were not any pipes for us to use, we had to first pump the water into a small bucket, then pour that into the big barrel until its full. It is quite a messy and tiring work. Then came pulling the cart back, the road was pretty bumpy and thus full barrels usually don’t stay full by the time it reaches the kitchen. Yes, so we learnt not to fill it up in the first place.

Back at the kitchen the rest of the crew will be preparing whatever was conjured up to be the breakfast of the day. Hot Milo, biscuits, butter, kaya and fruits, these are the usual stuff we get everyday. As for the kaya, apparently they don’t sell that in India. So all we had was whatever we could bring from Singapore. It is quite delightful to smell hot Milo as we gathered around the stove, awaiting some warm comfort in the chilly mornings. We would all be too sleepy and cold to talk, just sitting around staring at the big pot as steam streams above.

On some days, breakfast was provided by our facilitator and we need not wake up early to prepare it. The same sometimes also happens for lunch and dinner. This somewhat messes up the duties chart and as a result, most of the time we don’t really follow it strictly. Not that that really matters much though, as most of us were enthusiastic enough to volunteer working extra.

Around the time we have our breakfast, the rest of the school would be assembled at the field to sing their school song before being herded into the classrooms. We would sit by and watch as they performed their daily routine. Some of the children who are unable to walk were carried along the backs of their friends around the school, happy and oblivious as can be. During break time they would sit in the shaded areas of the field or corridors and play games, filling the dusty school with the lively chatter of joyful children.

After breakfast we would wait for the arrival of a small rickety 3-wheeled lorry that would ferry us to the worksite. All of us would squeeze onto its back, leaving behind just the duty group to prepare the lunch of the day. Along the way we would pass by a short stretch of road flanked by simple stalls and shops made of mostly leaves, branches and some bricks built on the soil. On display were myriads of fruits, local snacks, daily necessities and even live poultry.

Down the road lies a petrol station newly built into the ground. From here the lorry turns left to bring us down a winding road. On both sides of the road one can see the beauty of the rural countryside. Vast plains of padi fields spotted with islands of coconut trees against the clear blue sky of day. Occasionally one can spot cows grazing in the fields. Some might even venture to the roads which sometimes obstruct the traffic. The bulls would have a rope tied around their neck to one of their front limbs to prevent them from charging. No birds can be seen though, I wonder why…

~FLASHBACKS~ Memory Avenue: Escape to Isles Nostalgia ~Part Two

Then from there, we headed to a village school about 30km away. It is here that shall be our new humble abode. Initially though, this was not meant to be where we were suppose to be staying. It was originally arranged such that we stay in the village we were supposed to work in. Toilets were even specially constructed in preparation for our coming of stay. Yet, as it happens, the toilets could not be fully constructed in time. Thus, by the good graces of St Josephs College we were blissfully whizzed here to stay in two of its class rooms for the duration of the project.

When we first arrived, we had to rearrange all the tables and chairs. Dust the floors and prepare our very own makeshift kitchen. We were probably quite the distraction. Students of the school lost interest in whatever they were doing and could not help but look at us in amusement as we buzzed around the school with our activities and babbled strange foreign languages.

Allocated to us were two classrooms, one at each end of the teaching block. “Da Boyz” room was on the side nearer to the kitchen and open bathing area while “Da Ladiez” was on the side closer to the field. This later turned out to be a problem for the girls as 14 of them have had to share the use of 3 toilets for “business” uses and 1 for showering. Contrast that to the guys side that while there were only 10 males, we had the use of 5-6 cubicles and an open bathing area. Whatsmore, the ladies had to draw water from the bathing well on the guys side for use on the girls side but oh well, they had the guys to do that chore for them.

To prevent an onslaught by the national bird of India, we had to set up mosquito nets in our rooms. This proved to be a challenge; we had to figure out how to suspend 10 nets at a comfortable height above the floor. That as well as the direction we should all face when we sleep. The nets must also be easily removed when we don’t need them in the day to allow for other activities. This figured out, we would have to repeat the steps every night and morning over the course of our stay.

Then there was the kitchen, which was actually the ground floor of a building and is what seemed like a miniature hall with many benches and tables. For us were provided the use of a fridge and a stove. As well as a storeroom with which to store our cutlery, dried foods, fruits etc. For one reason or another, this room was always very warm.

Outside of this place is a large rectangular well similar to that of the bathing area where we can draw water for the washing of our cutlery. Water that was for the use of drinking and cooking however, wasn’t drawn from any of these wells. It had to be pumped from the local community pump outside of the school about 5mins walk away, beside the road and among some tall grasses of a grassy field. This water was then boiled but even so, grains of sand can still always be seen lingering in the pot. Reminiscent of where it had came from…

Inspired Moments~ Dialogue ~

There was this time I thought I'd fallen for you
But I’m not really sure if its true
Anyway, I just wanted you to know
That I'll be here for you, rain or snow

You were always there to make me feel better
Except this one time but it doesn’t really matter
What matters is that I know you'll be there
When I need someone who cares

So I’m really grateful for a friend like you
Cheering me up when I was blue
Making me laugh when I did frown
And pulling me up when I was down

If you ever feel lonely, if you ever feel blue
Read this poem cause I made it just for you
Cause you're someone special, I knew from the start
And I mean it from the bottom of my heart

I won't forget the times you helped me get to sleep
Thanks so much. You're really great and very sweet
So take care of yourself and always remember

That our friendship will last always and forever

~Sarah

How sweet yet bitter so
The word "thought" was placed blatantly cold

Anyway, I just wanted you to know

That word love is still confusing so

Of great regret I broke the trust

That you instilled on me to clear your minds' dust

Perhaps it might happen again

But pray I wont be the heartbreaking saint

Even the lord be thankful

For the kind, forgiving soul which is you

Though I’ve let you down

You still see gratefulness as sound

My words now can hardly send you

Thoughts alone jus makes me miss you

Hope this poem I wrote to reply you

Can bring back the songs and times where I can reach you

At least we can still read each others letter!

Every word you send is warm and of splendor!

So fret not my dear, if times distance become as fear

For I will always be here, Sarah’s angel, caring cavalier!

~Vincent

Did you know how your poem made me smile?

Well it made me think of you for awhile

Thought about what you mean to me

Thought about the apple that you still owe me

Wow. You're really talented, really poetic

My poems are well..kinda boring and systematic

However, every word is what I feel inside

Whether you believe me, its up to you to decide

Yeah. I agree. Love is complicated

It either makes you really happy or really frustrated

Nobody can actually figure out

What love is really all about

Please don't say that you've let me down

It's really not as bad as it sounds

I don't blame you in any way

It’s just that I felt really miserable that day

The tears I cried were not in vain

It helped me peel away the pain

So when I need somebody who cares

It heartens me to know you'll be there

~Sarah

Oh my poem made you smile?

My times never been spent more worthwhile

About that apple I’m indebted to thy?

Let’s hope its not still growing in the tree

Flattery flattery, praise shouldn’t be

Words and rhymes come because you inspire the poet in me

Each word a dedication

Forlorn for your affection

That’s the way my poems are written in representation

(Just my feelings in abbreviation)

Love and explanation

Two things that really need conciliation

Splitting of a headache

For those in infatuation

I’m glad to hear you say, you don’t blame me in anyway

But still I’m guilty about that day, where I let you wept away

Just want to let you know

I’m apologetic to this day

Tears shed in bane

Shows you've more strength that’s gained

For a life without any sorrow, is narrow and shallow

So whenever you feel hollow

Remember, you are your own hero

~Vincent

Inspired Moments~ Faraway ~

Faraway in the distance, watching through the glass, my agony.

I see your face.

Your hands, pray I so wish just to hold.

Your joy and happiness I so wish a part to be.

So faraway, the lips I have never kissed.

The warmth of your hands that I have never felt.

So faraway your smile, that was never to me.

The seeming distance which so tears apart.

Breaking my heart.

Your words that pierce so deeply in me.

Your absence so empty make my life be.

Times I've spent lying to myself.

Conversations with you on my own in my mind.

When will you be my valentine?

-Lim Yok Zuan

Inspired Moments~ Fish in a bowl ~

Fish in a bowl to where you'll go, round and round in endless bout.

As humans wondered out to space, "Whats out there? the genies face?"

Amidst the void and times displaced, what is the end of humans' race?

Ask the fish for it knows better, then to question the gaping wonders.

"Wisest art thou who knowest thou dost not know"

-Jostein Gaardner
-In memory of Sophie Amundsen
-Lim Yok Zuan

Special thanks to Averil for inspiration

~FLASHBACKS~ Memory Avenue: Escape to Isles Nostalgia ~Part One

Somewhere,
Touching down at Sri Lanka Airport we were all anxious to step out of the plane to breathe the fresh air after our long 4 hour flight. Outside the plane, our eyes peered at everything there was to see as though expecting an alien world. Alien or not, our minds were further away than our bodies were from home. Looking down to shade our eyes from the glare of the midday sun, we could feel the dryness of the air.

From the customs we headed off, shuttling to a Sri Lankan beach resort where we were supposed to spend the first foreign slumber. I tried to capture as much as I could of the world around me. Smelling the air, noticing the hawkers by the streets, gaping at the wide expanse of the sky.

Tired we were that day, travelers fatigue as so they say. I hadn’t the liveliness to explore the vicinity and we quickly retired to our beds after a short briefing. When we woke up the next morning, we were greeted by the view of numerous little fishing boats drifting in the ocean. Picture perfect as though in a painting, a panorama of tiny paper rafts sifting the sea. So long have I not felt before the earnest to get out of bed to see the world.

Breakfast was served as a buffet, but food wasn’t quite on my mind. Walking along the sands I could see a stretches of fishing villages. The breaking waves shimmering under the glow of the rising sun. We trotted down to the bustling scene of fisherman reeling in their morning catch. There, under the shy gazes of the locals we helped the people pull in their boats to the shore...

The rest of the day was spent in blissful appreciation of paradise on earth. That night we could hardly sleep. So much experiences. And anticipation for what lies ahead for us tomorrow. Flight to South India.

Emerging from the cumulonimbus clouds, greetings by an astonishing landscape of greenery. The plane landed hard on the short tarmac at an dilapidated airport that was about as big as a bus interchange. All around you could see the sky, no tall buildings marred the landscape. Rustication.

To our amusement, tractors were used to move our luggages from the plane. Resourcefulness in a land short of resources. There it was as we stared, this little tractor lugging away at the load. So out of place as it seemed to us. So out of this world we seemed to them. Amidst the curious stares, away from the airport we traveled. To the city of Tiruchirappalli.

Herein lay the spawns of humanity…

天黑黑....下雨了...下雨了~

Greetings again,
Its been a rainy rainy day. Drizzling since last night. On my way to school, hands tucked in my pockets, walking along the grassy field towards Yew Tee MRT station. The gentle tapping sound of rain drops accompany my every stride. Looking down to avoid my eyes from the falling rain I could see my own reflection in the puddles on the pavement, "me?" I thought...
Seemingly embarassed, I looked up to see the usual toil of people streaming to the station, walking briskly to avoid the pelting rain. Everyone was so quiet, eager to reach the shelter...just the sound of rain.

我走在每天必须面对的分岔路
我怀念过去单纯美好小幸福
天空很大却看不清楚 好孤独...

There was this familiar feeling, like I was somewhere else. A kind of security, heartfelt longingness. "What is this feeling? What have I forgotten?"....

~...strolling in the rain in my primary school. Behind the classroom blocks alone, I can hear everyone else...playing in the field, having singing lessons in class, laughing and chatting in the canteen....*riiinngg* back to class. Someone saw me...walk away..walk away...~

*Doors Closing*....In the MRT on the way to Jurong East. I leaned by my usual spot on the train...on the doors facing the outside of the station, where I could see the streets...the people and cars below. Under the cover of shelter, the constant bustleing noise of people chatting in the train. The beat of music from the earphones of the person in front of me...I turned away to look out the window...I tried to count the trees that zoomed passed...1..2..3...too many...drops of rain streaks the window plane, guided by the wind...

~...hiding under the teachers desk...it was dark...but I can see the light in the rest of the classroom...Friends: "what are you doing in there? why don't you come out to play?"...."teacher, he is hiding under the desk again"......Teacher: "Yokzuan..why don't you come out?".....but I like it in here...~

While waiting for the pasir ris train, I didnt felt like squeezing with the rest of the crowd at the station...so I walked to the back of the platform. I walked from one end of the station to the other. Then I saw someone I knew..."should I approach her?"...the train came. As I board the train I saw that someone was accompanying her. "Nevermind then"...I walked to the center of the carriage to avoid being spotted...

~...time to go home...I quickly packed my bag and walked out of the classroom...why did class have to end...rushing down the hallway..."hey!!..wait up!!"....I turned around..."Why are you walking so fast??"....I looked away..."I....~

Dover. I got off the train...still unspotted. Down the escalator I quickly rushed off towards my class at T4. It was still drizzling...I could still feel it...a feeling so plain...so simple...

~...cycling in circles outside kranji secondary...carefully avoiding the puddles on the floor left by the rain. oh..."hello!"...."are you waiting for someone?"...."no I..im going home....lets go home"...~

忘记...

sUffer the pAin. beCause it IS youRs.

Greetings once again,
Pressure. Stress. Depression. Mere words but to many of us many a chords of heart will strike. Sadly in this mortal world that I dwell, time is always running away from me. There is often so much to do, so little time to do them. Dreams...and the wishes...the wishes which I hold so dear to me. Brittle shatters, a shard of my soul.
Relief, like too many a sand castles sweep away with each coming tide.

Time is no mercy to the living, and the scars my father bare hold true to its testament. With each passing day my services are required more and more. A problem solved today breeds trouble for tomorrow. Always never far away, the role to play as a son as much as a student as much as a slave to my emotions. Fatigue and weariness like the tides wear away the vigour of youth. Comfort through others I seek and assurance through things I know, fleeting are both as morning dew. So tired..so tired...if just to hide and cry. Hope?

Is there a cause to blame? Many a times I question my slice of suffer pie...."why me?" I will ask. Why a cut wound draws seething blood. Why so many a questions trouble me. Why the mind bares scars that feel more than pain. Why the hands are stained with regrets that never wash away. why why why....it angers me.

So I tell myself...."Suffer the Pain...because it is Yours".

In those who suffer, who can be turned to. In relief or remorse they feel, cannot anymore. Who questions the plight of millions who starve everyday, the blight of death that plagues the wars at play. Suffer their pain they do everyday, to them its just normal june to may. Suffer my pain I must for its mine, a possession I trust can never decline.
Others I cannot wait, their sympathy I cannot rely or apathy of theirs I will have to suffice. Faces so sweet, hearts so pure, hurts to know I am not there anymore. Goodbye I demand of me, to rid the kind faces I seek of thee. Suffer the pain I have to be me, because in pain I see hopes a glimmery.

In hope I survive, to due my purpose.
I will be free.
~Live~

the Weird & wonderful

Greetings once again,
I had the weirdest revelation yesterday. Was watching this documentary on Discovery about robots...how robots are going to change everything.
Asibo, the latest bipedal robot developed by Honda actually begun its development way back in the 1980s!! Talk about planning for the future (who knws what are they up to now?). Then theres this new concept...'swarmbots' which are small simple robots that are able to communicate with each other to work together as a colony...much like ants and bees do. Simple minds which can come together to solve complex problems. To the militaries in question, this is definitely a weapon of deadly potential.
They are even developing (or actually they have developed) robots that possess not just facial expressions, but the ability to emulate human emotions. Infact, it seems that humans are pretty easily fooled into interpreting 'synthetic' emotions as 'real' emotions and react accordingly to them. While one does worry about a future of robots (think Matrix), acceptance is going to be comfortably gradual. Because, with the age of cybernetics, body parts that fail us will be replaced by man-made ones.
Most glaring to me however, as i sat there in my comfy chair thinking i've seen it all, was this experiment. They made this 'robot'. They call it the 'ratbot'. Its actually a rat...with wires and stuff dangling from it skull to a reciever strapped to its back. The rat appears healthy, not burdened nor in pain, happily running around. Yes its running around...rats run around....but this one...was remote controlled like a toycar.
The ingenuity or breakthrough was as simple as this: get a rat, look for a part of the brain that interprets pleasure, use an electrode to stimulate it whenever it follows the certain direction you want it to walk.
The researchers boasts that rather than having a totally synthetic robot that, by current standards can only run for about an hour, their 'ratbot' can remain operational for 12 hours. Are easy to produce (breed) and much..much more agile (figures...we're just riding on all those millions of years of evolution in agility). As far as the rat is concerned, its having pleasure. Ethic issues anyone?
I realised that, while ethical issues in genetic engineering (all that mix and match *poof* magic) seemed dire enough...its all coming to be rather futile. The very cogitation of identity in all and everything that we know has never before been so starkly displayed as naive. Lack of philosophical wisdom in identity? All too true.
Once again it pains me (whoever i am) the most, that a vast majority of the public are very much ignorant or apathetic or even both (i dont knw and i dont care) about this. Infectious idea? You bet. And our sacred education in all its glory isn't helping at all. Sure, you wont die if you not know...but whats the point in living without knowing what it means to live?

"curiouser and curiouser" - Alice

....blog?

Greetings,
So here i am...a blog? Never appeared in such a reality before. Interesting realm. Was listening to some tunes and feeling aloof when someone suggested that i could set up a blog account.
"May words descride my thoughts once again?" Tantalising idea...nostalgic almost..to the good old times where words flow freely. So here i am.

Like a stranger in a barren land....vagrant wonders....questions pop into my mind seeking answers..."why do i care to blog?", "what purpose and ends do i seek from such an endeavour?".
With voices in doubt, i asked myself...yes...so why...what does my mind care so much to share?

Could it be human instinct? I suppose...ideas in my mind...they are like viruses. An entity to itself that bares my brain as host, whoes sole purpose is to infect other minds. Minds with prying eyes that seek to know what i have to spare.
Ideas that appeal to the mind are kept and propagated, others are modified and disseminated or disintegrated into the abyss of forgotten nothingness. Lost information. Alas the words of a fervent believer of evolution theory.
Is the mind driven by its cortege of memory and ideas to communicate? Or does the mind communicate by necessity? Which bring about the question of 'Free will'. Ah yes...the human mind is truly perplexing to itself.

There is so much more to say...but time disallows more words to play. So now i end this blog in disarray, my ideas shall flow on yet another day.