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Friday, January 17, 2014

Little Acorns Come From Great Oaks

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Even though thanksgiving is over, I feel extremely thankful, today in particular, about being "forced" to continue with my studies and doing my Honours Year by marmee noodles. All I thought about was the project and how tough and painful it was going to be (before I even chose a project at that time) and I thought little of what satisfaction and achievement I would gain through it. Even now I feel mostly exhausted every day, and I'm seeing stars both during the day and at night, and sometimes I wish I could leave my project aside and do some drawing and some dreaming... but I'm certainly thankful that along with my project, I also have my modules. 

The modules I've taken over the past year have really been inspiring. Not all, but the ones that have been are enough to make up for the ones that haven't. Notable examples being Global Change Biology, and currently, Tropical Conservation and Ecological Systems (a geog module). Although I've only had 1 or 2 lectures for the latter two, I feel like I'm ever more keen to learn about the world, and that what I've learnt to date pretty much amounts to nothing. It's the attitude of the lecturers that really extract an interest in impressionable stewdents like myself. A stewdent being a human being that's really more like a pot of stew, having random things thrown into it and being slowly boiled and brewed into something delicious - something that perhaps could be fed to others too and have the ingredients/information transferred. Hopefully all that would not simply be passed out as crap, but of course, even crap goes back into the Earth as fertilizer. 

Through my project I can feel my limits being pushed ever to the max. I don't remember ever being so tired in my life and now is merely the beginning. But when I share my project with others, they all have the same bewildered and also curious reaction (maybe to make me feel better, but mostly genuine in my impression) that makes me feel that my project has some sort of baby thumbprint on them already, before it's even halfway complete. And I feel that my efforts are worth something, and that the outcome would not simply be a certificate. 

I feel an even stronger reason to be studying what I'm studying as I find out more and more, even if I don't become a scientist in the future, because the lessons are so closely linked to life, that i could not simply live without knowing about those things. Just being part of this Earth is my reason for wanting to attend classes about conservation and ecology and biodiversity, even if I don't know if I will contribute greatly to the advancement of these pursuits. Attending many of these lessons make me sad (especially global change) because they expose me to the real troubles of the world, and I tried to hide from them before because I didn't want to feel sad about them, but now I think being sad is good, because it helps when you want to stop being sad, and start to think of ways to do something about the bad stuff. And many of the people doing something for conservation out there are probably doing it because the sad state of the earth makes them sad too. 

Like, I am more determined to pursue my forest lifestyle, and more motivated to try to resist the temptation of the modern stuff (sadly, i say this while typing on my smartphone). As much as possible I will try. 

I start to get incoherent when I say too much, but this is just me ranting, really. 

Anyway. I really just meant to say that I'm thankful that I'm still in school learning about things that matter to me instead of hiding from them, and instead of being just adsorbed in working and making money to satisfy all my material desires, of which there are plenty, and which i may get swallowed up in, and forget the things that matter more. 

So thanks ma! You really do know best!

Monday, January 13, 2014

1st day of my last semester



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Sunday, January 5, 2014

The Daily Cranberry

i looked into your eyes
and saw the moon 
retreating into a sunrise

it came too soon
i've lived in darkness all my life
and all i've known

is just an icy cold that
freezes to the bone.
I was alone.

I was alone.

In full bloom,
the dazzling glitter in the heavens
made me calm

I looked through
a looking-glass and felt the world
revolve around

i heard the sounds
of nighttime 
shooting stars come
crashing to the ground

i thought i'd found
a paradise 
but now i look into your eyes

and see the morn
a new day born
but yet it pierces like a thorn

into my spirit, this new dawn
this blanket full of warmth
burns with unfamiliarity

i don't know if i'm strong
enough to leave my solitary life
my shelter in the darkness
where imaginations thrive

this new beginning came too soon
just one last glimpse of melting moon
And in your eyes the rising sun
Began the start and end begun.

- a new string of words that seem to fit.

 And I suspect this stems from my FYP worries. It resembles myself in the process of measurements too much, a lonely figure hunched over a set of instruments, lights on that side of the room switched off to enhance the visualisation of the light spot in the machinery... doing what she can before daylight comes... 



ps. the title is because I can't think of one





Friday, January 3, 2014

Chase and Capture



One day you may find yourself walking over a masterpiece, a landscape that slightly resembles the shire, with its rolling hills and vibrant green and speckled with burnt caramel leaves.

And yet, a beautiful place as this, you want to leave and explore new lands. It's not a bad thing, and for you it's more than just a dream.

You must go, and take me with you in spirit and soul.

Chase it, Capture it, and Cherish it.

One day my dreams will be real too. In the meantime, I wish you adieu! mon ami! 

:D

- photograph taken at bedok reservoir

Wednesday, January 1, 2014

2014



Let 2014 be beautiful, fulfilling, enchanting, amazing and enlightening for one and all! And here is a silly poem/rap if you please, to top it all off!

Roads are ever winding
Winds are never dying
Storms are ever brewing
But people never crying
Everyone just trying
Even if it's tiring
Everyone just vying
be the one that's soaring, flying
And no one ever gives up
No one ever gives in
would be the greatest waste
The greatest sin ever seen
And together we all make it
The coming year, we take it
never to forsake it
two-o-fourteen - I'm ready for it. 

Tuesday, December 24, 2013

Sigh. PEOPLE.

People. People. Human beings. All high and mighty like indeed they are the most superior creature to ever walk the Earth. They simply cannot get enough of their old royal-ness and glory can they?

This rant comes as a result of all the people that have been giving their certain 2-cents worth ever since the first CatCafe in Singapore popped up. Really, do you think your 2-cents worth is worth even 2-cents? Even a dust mite might be worth more. At least it makes things dusty. Your comment? Doesn't even leave a mark.

I can't help but get quite cynical here because these people really drive you nuts with their comments. It's astounding how they can carry on with their lives like they know everything and have an "everything they say is right and best" mindset and not have someone parang their noses off for being so pokey and annoying. Maybe Singapore is too safe, that's why everyone thinks they can do and say as they like. Sad thing it is, because it's so nice to be in a safe country, yet people turn nasty because of their sheltered lives.

I mean, saying a load of 'helpful comments' is real helpful when it just involves punching some letters and having them appear *Poof!* on the screen. And wala! They think the situation instantly resolves itself that way. No, my friends. It takes more than that. Did they even stop to think  how much effort and thought went into developing the whole cafe and what considerations they had put in for the customers, and the organisations that would be hot on their heels if anything went wrong? Did they even consider how you can't just compare two places that seem to offer the same services but at different prices and think they should be the same anyway? There's more to it than just saying put a monkey and a lion in the same cage together because they are both animals. Hey, everyone has their own situations to deal with. Sure, they can say anything they like and think it's real helpful because when anything happens, they don't have to lift a toenail anyway.

I just can't believe there are still people who believe in a free lunch in this world. They expect everything to be free! Free! So they can enjoy everything! Because they are entitled to it! Because they are worth it! Unfortunately, they ain't no Loreal ambassadors. They think they should be entitled to pay any amount they want rather than a fixed price. This is no charity. This is a place crafted and developed for people to enjoy to company of finely cared for animals, with specially selected artisan desserts and drinks. The CatCafe owners stated a price, and this is a price already way below what their furkids are worth, because they are truly treated and thought of as their own children, so how can people still complain that the price is not reasonable? They also try to compare it with Korean CatCafes and whatnot, where they have 30-odd cats and maybe only make you buy a drink instead of pay an entrance fee. But having more cats/charging a different fee doesn't make it a better establishment. Like how your math teacher will give you zero marks for the answer without the method. Actually I can't and don't want to comment further without having visited the places. But, as mentioned earlier, why compare when everyone has their own situations to deal with? And what of the "everyone who visits are cat lovers anyway! Just let them leave tips! They will!"? Then why even complain about the asking price? If they really loved cats and really wanted to visit, nothing will stop them from visiting, not the entrance fee to say the least.

Have they been to an animal shelter? Anyway, don't they think if the shelters started collecting an hourly rate for people visiting them, they would be able to provide a great deal more for the animals? They would be able to give the all the animals an air-conditioned environment perhaps, keep all the animals that are sent their way, treat all their illnesses that can be treated. Give them good food and nutrient supplements. Never have to put any of them down. They are also doing the best they can on what donations they receive. Still, countless people come and peer at the cats and leave nothing but footprint and a lost hope upon a little kitty wanting to be brought to a good home.

The Catcafe owners actually went through the effort of sourcing for premium grade drinks (imported) and desserts(all handmade by local bakeries) for the customer's enjoyment and still keep them at low prices. They even made sure to utilize only certified non-VOC emitting paint for their walls, the same for their wooden floorboards, even their vacuum cleaner and air purifier are from certified models that keep dust out of the air as properly as can be proper.

And about the phone. There is only one phone in the shop. And it had been ringing non-stop since reservations were open. So, if you didn't get through, it is because another call was being answered and not because the staff were ignoring calls or lazing about. And also, the human staff do not sleep in the shop, so please do not call after operating hours. Calls came in even after 10:30pm and who knows what kind of unearthly duration they continued calling for.

Having worked in various cafes, I've come across a myriad people, many of which are self-entitled kinds, thinking that you should still serve them even after the shop has closed, sometimes knocking rapidly on the glass walls to get your attention while you're frantically trying to settle the cash reports and hoping to go home on time... sometimes giving black faces because you've already closed the cashier and you can't take anymore orders as if you owed them for their missing dinner... sometimes giving suggestions like "oh just key in the amount tomorrow nevermind one!", like their grandfather owns the shop... sure, say we're not being flexible, but the part-time staff aren't the bosses and we don't go around doing what we like and acting like we own the shop, so why do some customers act that way? Give us a break man, everyone wants to go home sometime.

I seem to have drifted a little off-course. But I guess I've released what troubles I had in my mind. I certainly feel like one of those now who say what I wish and what I think makes sense. But with no other intention than to come to the defence of this humble little start-up because they are being bombarded with accusations left and right yet they have done nothing to deserve it.

Thank goodness they are still some good people in the world who are doing their best to reply those strange people as well.

Sunday, December 1, 2013

I dreamt

of what it felt like to be obliterated by a nuclear bomb. That's the only part of the dream i remember. The part where everyone starts looking to the sky. I'm distracted, so by the time i look up, I just see a flash. Something angry and bright hit the land. And then I see the rolling smoke engulfed by waves of fiery hell. I probably only thought of trying for a second. Holding on to what i had. Pomelo was beside me. But we kinda knew there was no running. Within that crack in time where we glimpsed the crashing blaze, bursting upon the land, we knew it was the end.

I saw myself disintegrate in the wildfire. I was a shadow in the sunlight. 
Like a mistake in a halloween carving, broken shell, empty insides. 
Pieces of me scattered with the wind. That was my dream.

So, what does it mean? To have an apocalyptic dream? Usually when I dream of looking at the night sky, I see a sparkling sequinned velvet sky. Nebulae in iridescent hues and stars a plenty like spilt shimmer. This time, it was devastation.

Sigh.