it’s pouring the way I love. it’s the kind of rain pour when even hiding under a large brolly (not those foldable types) one will get your entire lower leg wet. where the wind is so strong, you can see some sort of wave pattern in the rainfall as you peer out the window. yummy..
I remember how it happened the last time. it was a thurday. I had yoga classes. it’s one of the first time I remember having to wear some jacket/windbreaker before stepping out of the house. well, I probably did when I was much younger, in my pre-teens. in my teens, I liked to walk in the rain. even in heavy downpours. coldness wasn’t really much of a problem.
despite my reduced resistance to coldness, I still enjoyed being somewhat wet and cold. I love the intensity of the storm. well.. if it’s considered a storm. yummy…
well I gotta go curl up in bed. according to the doctor, I’m suffering from insomnia. while I’m trying to correct my warped sleeping cycle. I’m nearing living in western European time liao.. I can’t believe I fell asleep at 0800 the other day. took me 4 hours to fall asleep yesterday/this morning.
gotta go and catch some snooze so I can work on my interim! ack! but it’s yummy weather to sleep in.. hope my dad’s not having a hard time on the roads..
truth hurts. ignorance is bliss.
I remember discussing with a friend which is a better situation. then, I thought ignorance is bliss is quite fine. but my friend felt that knowing the truth was more important to her.
that was a pretty long time ago.
I believe I practise ignorance is bliss today. one can’t know everything. especially if you’re anti-social like me. but I’m not really anti-social by choice. it’s a vicious cycle thing which I can talk about another time. but ignorance is bliss is a way of consoling yourself when you are ill-informed.
but I think, if given the courage and the strength, and the option; I would choose the truth.
but what is the truth?
well I think it’s something that has happened. minus all subjectivity. it’s an utopian definition, but we got to start somewhere.
we can run from it. we can choose to ignore it. we can try to forget it, no doubt it will be forgotten eventually what with all the information overload and Alzheimer and stuff. despite the intangibility of the ‘happened’, despite the mortality of it, I cannot deny it. I guess it’s a science student thing.
just like the question, if a tree fell and there’s no one around to hear it, did the falling of the tree result in a sound? (something to the gist of that)
well, scientifically speaking, the generation of sound is due to vibration of air molecules. if the tree fell in a space with atmosphere, I would think a sound was produced despite that no one was there to hear it. for the molecules did move.
if it fell in vacuum. there would be no sound produced.
given that the truth is what has happened minus subjectivity, there is bound to be consequences. even if the consequences may last for less than a split second, it was there.
I cannot deny it. so even though I practise ignorance is bliss, at times. I try to practise taking in the truth. it may hurt. but that’s a repercussion of the truth.
ok. maybe I do need more justification other than my belief in the truth. perhaps I need to justify my choice in choosing the truth. but it’s late.
tales of a mutant hair (follicle)
seriously, my other blog is existing, but it's not growing at all. well anyway, i'd wanted to write about the short life of my mutant hair the last time. but being senile, i forgot about it. so this time i'll remember to write right at the beginning what i want to write about. the weather (like huh?) and cny. and numbness in my hand!
most hair on our body grows to a certain length. with the exception of perhaps certain facial hair and hair on our heads. for example, most of the hair i can find on my arms, are generally less than 15mm?
but there's this one mutant follicle on my right arm. inner right arm, where the hair just grows. i was always amazed at how it could survive despite my judo-ing in jc. i remember how in my jc days, i would borrow my friend's metal ruler (where the measurements start from the edge rather than those plastic rulers which i preferred then, now, i don't really know. any ruler will do i guess. anyway plastic rulers has their measurements slightly offset from the edge, which kinda made it hard for me to measure the exact length of my mutant hair) and measure the length of my mutant hair. it kinda grossed out my friend. i believed it probably reached 30mm.
and i think, it recently beat its previous record! but alas~, i think it got caught in the zipper of my backpack one day. and it is currently less than 10mm in length. sigh. why didn't i measure it?
am i sick?
i would love to write more, but i really want to shower. but not before griping about my crazy arm. the blood circulation in my left arm has been somewhat impeded for the past.. two days? my left thumb, index finger and middle finger feel numb. still do. it's rather irritating. since i eat finger foods with my left hand. it's hard to use your left hand when it's semi numb. i'm seriously wondering what's wrong with my blood circulation. maybe there's a blood clot. maybe it's from all my binging due to the festive season. man i'm going to miss chinese new year.
i make it sound like i'm never going to celebrate chinese new year ever again. but, i have to wait another year. it's just kind of sad. i like the way everyone's so relaxed during the period. it's such a bummer season. it certainly helped that cable was offering a movie channel for free during this period. i can't believe i can stagnate in front of the telly for five hours.
anyway, i'm glad the blood clot (if it is indeed a freaking blood clot that is causing me to lose control of my left hand) is not in my brain, but it's still damn irritating. ergh. doesn't help that there's some crazy flying ant in my room. yeach.
but since i've written so much, i might as well complete the thing by talking about the weather. it's kinda surprising to find the weather sunny during this time of the year. i guess it's always been a damp, rainy period part of the year. well it used to be. i've always associated it with rain, winds. dark skies. not exactly used to it being sunny (the way it was a few days back)
but it began to resemble to past januaries in the last few days. but in a rather scary way. it rained so heavily that it seemed as if there's a veil outside my window. it's scary, but at the same time, it feels awfully comfy. but i don't think it's all that good since it'll just intensify whatever longing i have for my comfy bed... argh. i need to learn more about golf! no i've no desire to take up the sport and join all those with power and moolah. but i need to design a golf club. hmmm.. ok. hand is killing me. argh. i should wash my mask off my face too.
mv00_lord of the ring: return of the king + mv00_goodbye lenin!
title: lord of the ring: return of the king
director: peter jackson
main cast: elijah wood, ian mckellan, orlando bloom, viggo mortensen and more..
had wanted to write in me blog day before yesterday, but somehow didn't get down to doing it. just wanted to put down some of my thoughts after watching return of the king and goodbye lenin!
rotk was good. i especially liked the war scenes. i truly consider lotr an epic film. somehow, the scenes at war were especially moving. i was kinda urging the men to kill the orcs, though i do find myself at conflict since i think war is not a good thing. all the killing and hurting. is there truly any justification to all that violence? it's a moving trilogy, where the mise-en-scene is truly breathtaking (har! my film class has come to aid~) i seriously don't mind hailing peter jackson as a demi-god. sigh. it was such a good film. when i found out it was 3+ hours i was thinking "will i be bored?" but during the film and after the film, it just felt like a wonderful way to spend your time. it was so much better than the matrix trilogy.
title: goodbye lenin!
director: wolfgang becker
main cast: daniel bruhl?
as for goodbye lenin!. well, the general movie-going crowd in singapore would probably consider it an arty film. but i think it would probably be more just to call it an indie film. after watching quite a number (it's really a small number, but considering my limited financial situation.. one can't really complain too much) of indie films, here's some of my thoughts.
some may be really a little hard to emphathise with as they can be a little experimental and different from the usual fare we get in the mainstream, however, i find that generally indie films (and perhaps arty films whatever the diff may be) they tell a better story. the storyline is not your typical movie where one can guess what the next scene would be. and there seems to be greater coherency throughout the film. sometimes they are quirky, and sometimes they're moving.
well i watch non-indie films too. sometimes they can be fluffy but entertaining. i guess the point is, indie films aren't as hard to get to know. but there's still some films whose beauty i fail to get.. one of which is.. 2001.. "P it's not really an indie film. in fact it's acclaimed. but it's really a slow film.. sad to say, i think i'm one of those people with limited attention span..
ah well.. need to work out something to show my tutor tomorrow.. "PP
chinese new year's just round the corner! in fact it's officially cny eve! yippee! i love the.. air... everyone seems so much.. happier... "))
