There are places in this world where it can be messed up but you still want to be there no matter what, and there are places in this world where it can be messed up and all you want to do is to get the hell out of there. After a few months being here, sadly, I've realized that Singapore belongs to the latter.
Something just doesn't seem right about this place. And I fear if I stay on for too long I will no longer be able to see what is truly good about the world and about the human spirit in spite of it constantly being shrouded in the contrary. That is something I would sorely hate to lose.
Though when the time comes that I realize I can take no more of this place, I hope I will not have to leave alone.
Friday, March 26, 2010
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Rainy days...
The rain in Spain may fall mainly on the plains,
But the rain in Singapore, just about everywhere it pours!
But the rain in Singapore, just about everywhere it pours!
Monday, March 15, 2010
Resignation...
Perhaps in this world, there are some people who are meant to be happy and some who are not. For the former, happiness somehow comes naturally while for the latter it is often pursued to no avail. Whether this is a fair arrangement is immaterial.
If one has resigned to be categorized among the latter, one must at least do what one can to ensure that the former never has to know what it's like to be on the other side. Because at least then there would be some joy in this world, and all will still be well if that is so.
If one has resigned to be categorized among the latter, one must at least do what one can to ensure that the former never has to know what it's like to be on the other side. Because at least then there would be some joy in this world, and all will still be well if that is so.
To take on another's fears...
Then share thy pain, allow that sad relief;
Ah, more than share it! give me all thy grief.
Heav'n first taught letters for some wretch's aid,
Some banish'd lover, or some captive maid;
-Alexander Pope
Ah, more than share it! give me all thy grief.
Heav'n first taught letters for some wretch's aid,
Some banish'd lover, or some captive maid;
-Alexander Pope
Friday, March 12, 2010
DNA love...
I'd like to be your G & A.
If you'd be my C & T.
Unless you were an RNA,
Then I'd want to be with U.
If you'd be my C & T.
Unless you were an RNA,
Then I'd want to be with U.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
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