Saturday, September 30, 2006

ironic paradox


The Haze in Singapore is back.


My niece haha eating some jelly... cute rite?


National Museum, architecture of a Victorian Era

I need to start studying again haha.... my results aren't exactly good. Bio was apalling to a certain degree. 2/10 marks for 2 structured questions. Completely mis-intepreted the questions. Cannot believe it. I can't seem to find the momentum. I have no idea why. Perhaps it's the refractory period of my study cycle.

Thinking about the past, only one prominent feeling comes, nostalgia. Somehow, someway, sometime ago, things were better. Yet how does one exactly judge one's quality of life using standards which are relative?

Closer to someone thousands of miles away, yet furthur away from people around you.
Ironic to say the least.

a joyful sunny beach,
a disconsolate winter landscape.
life before death, a life after death.
Intrinsic qualities, realised potential,
ubiquitous to some, rare to most.
comfort breeds negligence,
strife generates character.
the righteous are condemned,
sinful undercurrents escape.
a zero has no value,
yet it's inverse is infinite.
what harms taste good,
what is good, harms the taste.
east meets west, north is south.
opposites interwined in articulate complexity.

Wednesday, September 27, 2006

Revolving Doors of Vengeance

Revolving Doors of Vengeance.

Vengeance breeds a whole cycle of rampant discord and unforgiving destruction.
The geis of the whole show basically. My dad and I watch it every night and today was the last episode. Great plot, great acting, great show!

Tuesday, September 26, 2006

Psalms 31

Be merciful to me, O Lord, for I am in distress;
my eyes grow weak with sorrow,
my soul and my body with grief.
My life is consumed by anguish
and my years by groaning;
my strength fails because of my affliction,
and my bones grow weak.
Because of all my enemies,
I am the utter contempt of my neighbours;
I am a dread to my friends-
those who see me on the street flee from me.
I am forgotten by them as though I were dead;
I have become like broken pottery.
For I hear the slander of many;
there is terror on every side;
they conspire against me
and plot to take my life.
But I trust in you O Lord;
I say, "You are my God."
My times are in your hands;
deliver me from my enemies
and from those who pursue me.
Let your face shine on your servant;
save me from your unfailing love.
Let me not be put to shame, O Lord,
for I have cried out to you;
but let the wicked be put to shame
and lie silent in the grave.
Let their lying lips be silenced,
for with pride and contempt
they speak arrogantly against the
rightheous.
How great is your goodness,
which you have stored for those who fear you,
which you bestow in the sight of men
on those who take refuge in you.
In the shelter of your presence you hide them
from the intrigues of men;
in your dwelling you keep them safe from accusing tongues.
Praise be to the Lord,
for he showed his wonderful love to me
when I was in a besieged city.
In my alarm I said,
"I am cut off from your sight!"
Yet you heard my cry for mercy
when i called to you for help.
Love the Lord, all his saints!
The Lord preserves the faithful,
but the proud he pays back in full.
Be strong and take heart,
all you who hope in the Lord.

Psalms 31: 9 - 24

Saturday, September 23, 2006

23rd sept

23 sept... day not to forget for various reasons.

Heard a very interesting quote today:
"(Modern) Art isn't meant to look realistic, if not, that would defeat the purpose of photos."

Warning: Parental Guidance

Bienale 2006. Believe. Some pretty cool stuff, some were plain gory though. The 1st exhibit was this dark room which lit up as one passed it. Saw a lamb to the slaughter... brutality at in its unadulterated raw form. The slash of the neck followed by the burst of blood from severed arteries and veins. Likened to that of slicing a water balloon in half. An artist with a self portrait of himself with a hole in his chest, a cigrette in his right hand and his heart in his left. There's a more gory one, but shalln't state it.
The documentary on the last meal was insightful, showing varying points of view.
The local art scene... a movement for decades, yet gaining momentum only recently, aesthetic beauty realised through contrasts, hues and tones.

"This exhibit isn't meant to be appreciated visually"

A wrong to right a wrong... vicious cycle.

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Pictures

Here are some pictures from my hp, enjoy :)





Sunday, September 10, 2006

Day b4 prelims

It is the day before the prelims.
Shall hand everything to God.
In him i trust.
My all in all.

To God be the Glory... haha the hymm i played for ac founder's day last year....