Sunday, June 20, 2010

Silence is pure. Silence is holy.

"Silence is pure. Silence is holy. It draws people together because only those who are comfortable with each other can sit without speaking"
-The Notebook

This is by far my favourite quote from the book. I just felt so much when I read it. It makes me think, not only about love, but what we see the world as. How paintings can be depicted in such a way that you can paint your own story out from it. How music can be so beautiful that you sometimes wonder what is going through the artist's mind when he plays it. How beautiful a girl can look, and yet no one else but you truly appreciates what's underneath her beauty. That's what you'd call inspirations.

But right now, I'm afraid. Afraid of not finding that someone. Will that person make that quote come into my life? Will I be able to find that someone whom naturally, we know when to let the crickets do the talking as we take long walks in the evening, then rest by the bench in my favourite reservoir enjoying the moonlight. Will she know when I'm actually thinking about something, and we'll each just enjoy the moment, with that rest note in between that would mean so much, without any need to put in the ghost notes?

It's just so hard to tell. I constantly find me reassuring myself that the night is still young. I hope I'm right.
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Right now I'm indulging into books, music and art. Because they bring me to think. Think unlike the way I would be used to. We only see the things we want to, but our thoughts can be organized in such a way to see things out of what we thought we would want. I think I'm not making sense but that's what I feel.
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Singapore really causes us to miss certain small details which we think aren't important. Would you consider a mosquito bite important? Even those small things like our roots. What our forefathers went through to come over here to Singapore. We are thinking way upfront to see what is important about our past. No doubt there's social studies and all, but the whole thing about what we - our parents, our teachers see in the society just makes us seem like we are so far ahead. I foresee lots of critics for this statement, but you know, I welcome that. Because I admit I am not experienced enough in the world to understand what exactly is right. Maybe somethings just don't have a solid truth. So god bless the critics, they let artists see deeper and more technically - diversified meaning in their works. Provided they are constructive comments. Negativity is just plain stupidity, jealousy and childishness. Afterall an artwork is what the artists sees. If you can't see it, then you don't deserve to own it. Unless the artist is really just producing an masterpiece just for the sake of doing an artwork. These are the posers, or people who think they can earn money by doing what they think the artists are doing. I know I'm going around in circles. That's just to emphasize my opinion of nothing is really "right".

Another simple thing - love. It can be complex or simple. I chose to see it as simple, or rather want it so. We are wreaking our heads day and night to keep up in society, be it in studying or when we work. Complexity is the last thing I want when it comes to my personal life.
However, people are looking forward to complexity. They keep changing partners, cheat on their girl or boyfriends, have a relationship against their parents or friends and such. Its a good thing when you're young in my opinion, because it gets us used to the complex world. Although not related, but the concept is there, multi-tasking. Def. to handle many tasks at once, which forgoes the ability to focus exactly on one task at hand. We are not computers or robots. We have emotions. We can't love one person and have ideas for another without calling it a meaningful relationship. When will people see that loving just one person with all your life will mean much more then having lots of night stands, keep changing partners etc.
I can't admit that I have once these thoughts. Media's fault. They make the person who's like so freakin' awesome and he goes around flirting everyday, have meaningless sex. They are who they are, but just so happens someone decided to have him made an 'idol'. Not intentional though.

So to conclude, I think I'm really not supposed to be born in this era. Where life is so fast-paced and complex. I often picture myself living in the countryside, and imagine, would my life be more meaningful then having the 'ideal' life of earning lots of money. Money is just paper. But they have their meanings too, just in different ways. Less deep perhaps.

Friday, June 11, 2010

A New Phase.

Wow, is it just me or is the new blog template thing kinda cool.
But this is exactly the kind of things which limits our creativity right? Everything is there for you, just click, see the one you like and you have your 'personalized' blog skin. Same thing goes for Apple softwares too. Everything is template template! Soon our brains are gonna rot of creative ideas.

Heh, haven't had a decent post in a while eh. Life goes on and it shall be better! Being away for the weekend really took my mind of things, but they just all came back when I get home at night. I'm glad to have awesome friends who were there for me through lonely nights through heart to heart talks, dinners, Skype and midnight movies and night drives. Gonna catch another movie with Kerin tonight, would be fun!

Btw, favourite movie now: Forest Gump
favourite band now: Bee Gees with Too Much Heaven. Bloody on repeat. I think I'm really hooked on to Oldies and Bossa now, thanks to Halimah, Lol.

Thursday, June 03, 2010

Goodbye - Air Supply

Really really regret what I did. How I've treated people, how I did things.
It's all in the past. People tell me humans don't change. I think it's bull.
If you never trust a person enough to do so, it will never happen.
Now I've come to know myself. I can feel it changing, but I don't know if it's temporary.
I really keep opinions to myself. A no go. So help me god, I need to express my thoughts freely.
I used to think you could help me do that. Now its just a burnt memory.
I want it to stay that way, I want it to continue improving.

It's really too late to say all these crap. But I really have to blast it all out, I'll never be able to sleep well tonight. But it'll do good for my thinking, and hate the feeling of waking up to a really good dream with you in it, and its just a pile of shattered hopes.