Friday, February 23, 2007
Colours.
I have no idea how this topic came to me. It somewhat just hit me on the head. And I think it's rather ironic now that I'm discussing about colours when my blog just turned black and white. Well, greyscale, actually. In any case, here goes..
All my life, I have been taking colours for granted. I mean, it's another one of those things that we have gotten so used to having around that we don't realize it's importance anymore.
But now i realize how colours are affecting our everyday lives. In fact, many of the choices that we make each day revolve around colours. When we buy food, the colour of the food affects our perception on the palatability of the food. But it doesn't just stop at food. Many of our purchases are based on colours, after all. From clothes to furniture, accessories to hair dyes, having different colours gives us different choices. Even certain items that used to be black or white only have introduced different colours to appeal to different crowds. Like the iPod, and even the PSP (PSP Pink.. Eww..) comes in a variety of colours now. And don't get me started on camou cream..
I've just decided not to go on talking about something about colours that is quite close to our hearts, namely problems caused by different colours. And again I've just replaced some text that is supposed to follow the previous sentence with this very statement instead. You can't be too careful, you know? In fact, maybe I should remove this entire chunk of text. But I suppose it's too vague to be used against me. In any case, it's up to you readers to use your imagination on what these "problems" might be. However, I guess these problems don't really exist in our motherland. They are more evident in other societies, I suppose.
Colours are also associated with beauty. Rainbows are the most common association, I suppose. I've only seen rainbows two or three times in my entire life, but I must say, it is truly a sight to behold. But I wonder why Newton described the rainbow as having seven colours, even though I suppose he knew that it is somewhat a continuous spectrum of colours. And isn't it amazing how the combination of the three primary colours of light (red, green and blue) can give us white light? Colours sure are amazing..
Well, I suppose that's about all I have to say about colours. As a closing note, check out the sites I've listed under "Cool Sites". PBF Comics contains comic strips that are rather satirical, and they are really funny. Uncyclopedia is a satirical parody of Wikipedia, and the articles are nonsensical, retarded, and just plain funny. Guess I love satire. I hope to add more to the list soon. And to end off this entry, here's a pseudo-image (it's actually just a table) of random colours. I'm putting it in for Yuheng's sake, since he said my blog needs pictures to augment my entries. But then he will say it's for my own sake, since it's MY blog, not his. Well anyway, it will be different each time you refresh the page. Enjoy! *Rolls eyes*
Edit: Blogger is retarded. I can use Javascript in my template but I cant use it in my posts. Guess I'll just have to put the pseudo-image above this post inside my template instead..
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All my life, I have been taking colours for granted. I mean, it's another one of those things that we have gotten so used to having around that we don't realize it's importance anymore.
But now i realize how colours are affecting our everyday lives. In fact, many of the choices that we make each day revolve around colours. When we buy food, the colour of the food affects our perception on the palatability of the food. But it doesn't just stop at food. Many of our purchases are based on colours, after all. From clothes to furniture, accessories to hair dyes, having different colours gives us different choices. Even certain items that used to be black or white only have introduced different colours to appeal to different crowds. Like the iPod, and even the PSP (PSP Pink.. Eww..) comes in a variety of colours now. And don't get me started on camou cream..
I've just decided not to go on talking about something about colours that is quite close to our hearts, namely problems caused by different colours. And again I've just replaced some text that is supposed to follow the previous sentence with this very statement instead. You can't be too careful, you know? In fact, maybe I should remove this entire chunk of text. But I suppose it's too vague to be used against me. In any case, it's up to you readers to use your imagination on what these "problems" might be. However, I guess these problems don't really exist in our motherland. They are more evident in other societies, I suppose.
Colours are also associated with beauty. Rainbows are the most common association, I suppose. I've only seen rainbows two or three times in my entire life, but I must say, it is truly a sight to behold. But I wonder why Newton described the rainbow as having seven colours, even though I suppose he knew that it is somewhat a continuous spectrum of colours. And isn't it amazing how the combination of the three primary colours of light (red, green and blue) can give us white light? Colours sure are amazing..
Well, I suppose that's about all I have to say about colours. As a closing note, check out the sites I've listed under "Cool Sites". PBF Comics contains comic strips that are rather satirical, and they are really funny. Uncyclopedia is a satirical parody of Wikipedia, and the articles are nonsensical, retarded, and just plain funny. Guess I love satire. I hope to add more to the list soon. And to end off this entry, here's a pseudo-image (it's actually just a table) of random colours. I'm putting it in for Yuheng's sake, since he said my blog needs pictures to augment my entries. But then he will say it's for my own sake, since it's MY blog, not his. Well anyway, it will be different each time you refresh the page. Enjoy! *Rolls eyes*
Edit: Blogger is retarded. I can use Javascript in my template but I cant use it in my posts. Guess I'll just have to put the pseudo-image above this post inside my template instead..
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Friday, February 16, 2007
Love.
Well, Valentine's Day just flew by without leaving a trace. It has been as uneventful as the past 18 Valentine's Days in my life. Not that I wanted them to be that way, but they just turned out to be.. uneventful. Guess I haven't been able to find love after all. But, what is love?
It is somewhat hard to talk about love, or rather the lack of it, without seeming desperate (read: despo). But then again, I think it's perfectly human to want love. My entry today will be about romantic love. A check through the dictionary yields quite a number of definitions, but I suppose the one relevant here would be "a strong feeling of liking and caring about someone, especially combined with sexual attraction".
Suddenly my train of thought stopped completely. And I suddenly don't really see the point in me blogging this entry. But then again, for one thing, after having seen so many friends falling in and out of love, I have gotten kind of ambivalent about love. As the Oracle from the Matrix had said, "Every thing that has a beginning, has an end." At least I remember it being along those lines. Who can attest to the strength of love? But even with such thoughts, it is inevitable that one's heart would seek love.
That brings me to another point. Why does our society associate the heart with love? This thought just dawned upon me recently (read: a few hours ago). I realized that emotions are spawned from our minds, our brains, and not from our heart. And then i also recently (read: a few minutes ago) realized that perhaps it's because of the way our heart reacts when faced with situations of love. Whether our hearts are "racing", or "skipping a beat", all these seem to occur when we are excited by that one person. I'm not too sure, because I have not been attached before, but I suppose these feelings die off once you are attached to that special someone. I don't mean that you don't love him/her anymore, but it's just that, you don't get so excited that your heart gives weird reactions anymore. Personally, my heart has never been "broken", but it has hurt from such issues before. It did literally hurt.
"How do I live without you?" That seems to be a common question people ask during break ups. So common that it has been incorporated into such a popular song. I don't mean people will literally blurt this out to the one who is ending the relationship with them, but I am certain most will ask themselves this question as they despair in their plight. However, I think perhaps they should ask, "How DID I live without you?" instead. I'm sure most of us were surviving fine before we met "the one" for us. So, after a breakup, instead of wallowing in self-pity, perhaps one should try to return his/her life to the state it was before he/she met the one who "broke his/her heart". But I suppose I may never know how hard this may be, since I have never been attached.
I'm doing guard duty tomorrow, sad to say, which was why I ended up eating reunion dinner yesterday night. I suppose I have to close this entry now, since I have to prepare for book in. And in the meantime, I guess I shall continue asking myself, "How do I live without you?"
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It is somewhat hard to talk about love, or rather the lack of it, without seeming desperate (read: despo). But then again, I think it's perfectly human to want love. My entry today will be about romantic love. A check through the dictionary yields quite a number of definitions, but I suppose the one relevant here would be "a strong feeling of liking and caring about someone, especially combined with sexual attraction".
Suddenly my train of thought stopped completely. And I suddenly don't really see the point in me blogging this entry. But then again, for one thing, after having seen so many friends falling in and out of love, I have gotten kind of ambivalent about love. As the Oracle from the Matrix had said, "Every thing that has a beginning, has an end." At least I remember it being along those lines. Who can attest to the strength of love? But even with such thoughts, it is inevitable that one's heart would seek love.
That brings me to another point. Why does our society associate the heart with love? This thought just dawned upon me recently (read: a few hours ago). I realized that emotions are spawned from our minds, our brains, and not from our heart. And then i also recently (read: a few minutes ago) realized that perhaps it's because of the way our heart reacts when faced with situations of love. Whether our hearts are "racing", or "skipping a beat", all these seem to occur when we are excited by that one person. I'm not too sure, because I have not been attached before, but I suppose these feelings die off once you are attached to that special someone. I don't mean that you don't love him/her anymore, but it's just that, you don't get so excited that your heart gives weird reactions anymore. Personally, my heart has never been "broken", but it has hurt from such issues before. It did literally hurt.
"How do I live without you?" That seems to be a common question people ask during break ups. So common that it has been incorporated into such a popular song. I don't mean people will literally blurt this out to the one who is ending the relationship with them, but I am certain most will ask themselves this question as they despair in their plight. However, I think perhaps they should ask, "How DID I live without you?" instead. I'm sure most of us were surviving fine before we met "the one" for us. So, after a breakup, instead of wallowing in self-pity, perhaps one should try to return his/her life to the state it was before he/she met the one who "broke his/her heart". But I suppose I may never know how hard this may be, since I have never been attached.
I'm doing guard duty tomorrow, sad to say, which was why I ended up eating reunion dinner yesterday night. I suppose I have to close this entry now, since I have to prepare for book in. And in the meantime, I guess I shall continue asking myself, "How do I live without you?"
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Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Life.
I decided to talk about life today. I've been thinking about this for a long time, ever since I can remember. I shall hence share what I feel about life in this entry.
Thinking about life reminds me of this song by Sarah McLachlan, called "Ordinary Miracle". It was featured in the movie "Charlotte's Web", which was shown in November last year and is a film adaptation from the book by E. B. White. I suppose we've all gotten so used to living and it seems so ordinary to be alive that we don't realize what a miracle life is.
For one thing, I have always been pondering, why am I living in this body? Why am I looking through this pair of eyes? Was the whole world passing by without me before I was born? Will the whole world continue on without me after I die, without me knowing what is happening? Or will there be life after death? Or perhaps reincarnation? I suppose most people have had some of these thoughts some point in their life or other.
I suppose there are many "theories", or perhaps concepts, about what happens after we die. Some believe our souls will ascend to heaven (it's either very big or very crowded), while some believe in reincarnation (but what about the increasing populations?). Whatever the case is, I believe most religions generally accept the concept that we do not completely cease to exist after death.
My personal belief is that our body is merely a vessel for our soul, to allow it to carry out its spiritual journey, hopefully attaining enlightenment (what I mean by enlightenment here is the realization of the meaning and significance of life) in the process. But what happens after we die is another question. Perhaps it will be like in the game "Final Fantasy VII", whereby our souls will become part of the "Lifestream". I haven't been able to complete the game, so I do not fully comprehend the concept of the Lifestream yet. However, my idea is that when we are born, an infinitesimal part of the Lifestream leaves the main "body" to become the soul of an individual, and after we die, our souls will return to the Lifestream, adding upon it our thoughts and experiences gained throughout our life, hence causing the "collective unconscious" to evolve.
To elaborate, perhaps we were never meant to be individual souls. I suppose a good analogy would be that of a big piece of plasticine, where u can pluck out many small pieces to model into humans, animals, or anything at all. And in the end, when the time comes, they will join back to being part of the big piece of plasticine. You can then pluck out another small piece, but this time, it will be a mixture of the different "small pieces" from the first round, hence creating unique personalities. I don't really want to think about how life started in the first place, how the Lifestream came about, or how the single-celled organisms evolved into what we are today. That's assuming that Darwin was correct.
In case you haven't noticed, I've added a tagboard in the sidebar, so please tag me if you can. The problem with getting a tagboard is, it will show how popular/unpopular I am. Guess we shall see..
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Thinking about life reminds me of this song by Sarah McLachlan, called "Ordinary Miracle". It was featured in the movie "Charlotte's Web", which was shown in November last year and is a film adaptation from the book by E. B. White. I suppose we've all gotten so used to living and it seems so ordinary to be alive that we don't realize what a miracle life is.
For one thing, I have always been pondering, why am I living in this body? Why am I looking through this pair of eyes? Was the whole world passing by without me before I was born? Will the whole world continue on without me after I die, without me knowing what is happening? Or will there be life after death? Or perhaps reincarnation? I suppose most people have had some of these thoughts some point in their life or other.
I suppose there are many "theories", or perhaps concepts, about what happens after we die. Some believe our souls will ascend to heaven (it's either very big or very crowded), while some believe in reincarnation (but what about the increasing populations?). Whatever the case is, I believe most religions generally accept the concept that we do not completely cease to exist after death.
My personal belief is that our body is merely a vessel for our soul, to allow it to carry out its spiritual journey, hopefully attaining enlightenment (what I mean by enlightenment here is the realization of the meaning and significance of life) in the process. But what happens after we die is another question. Perhaps it will be like in the game "Final Fantasy VII", whereby our souls will become part of the "Lifestream". I haven't been able to complete the game, so I do not fully comprehend the concept of the Lifestream yet. However, my idea is that when we are born, an infinitesimal part of the Lifestream leaves the main "body" to become the soul of an individual, and after we die, our souls will return to the Lifestream, adding upon it our thoughts and experiences gained throughout our life, hence causing the "collective unconscious" to evolve.
To elaborate, perhaps we were never meant to be individual souls. I suppose a good analogy would be that of a big piece of plasticine, where u can pluck out many small pieces to model into humans, animals, or anything at all. And in the end, when the time comes, they will join back to being part of the big piece of plasticine. You can then pluck out another small piece, but this time, it will be a mixture of the different "small pieces" from the first round, hence creating unique personalities. I don't really want to think about how life started in the first place, how the Lifestream came about, or how the single-celled organisms evolved into what we are today. That's assuming that Darwin was correct.
In case you haven't noticed, I've added a tagboard in the sidebar, so please tag me if you can. The problem with getting a tagboard is, it will show how popular/unpopular I am. Guess we shall see..
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Friday, February 09, 2007
Go ahead. Laugh.
I actually wanted to blog this entry yesterday, but was occupied with.. what else? DotA. Well anyway, due to the nature of what I am going to discuss here, I suppose I cannot afford to mention any names here. I suppose that will be the case for most of my entries, so I hope you readers won't get too irritated.
To begin, what happened yesterday was that another fellow member of the human race did something that I felt was rather.. tactless and unnecessary, to say the least. I was being mocked at for one of my idiosyncrasies at a very inappropriate time. Not that I wasn't used to THEIR mocking, but that was definitely neither the right time nor place for such a.. frivolous action. I gave him a piece of my mind on the spot.
I wouldn't exactly consider yesterday's event as an isolated incident, given the fact that I have been tolerating THEM for as long as I can remember. The title of this entry is another one of the things that I, even though seldom, have said before and THEY decided to imitate me saying it. I don't really see how funny that is, but they all seem to enjoy themselves at the "joke", so I decided to humour them by playing along. But now, I won't really mind if they stopped such.. childish behaviour anytime. In fact, that would be very much preferred. However, I am not one who is very.. keen on direct confrontation, so I suppose I will allow things to maintain at such an equilibrium for now.
Sometimes all that is happening around me is making me feel.. like Haruhi Suzumiya. That's the name of the protagonist in the Japanese light novel titled, "The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya" (romaji: "Suzumiya Haruhi no Yuuutsu"). It has an anime adaptation, which I had enjoyed watching. The main plot is about a girl who finds the world boring and is interested in meeting aliens, time travellers and ESPers, so that life becomes more interesting. But because of that, her peers find her weird and hence most of them ostracize her. Except for one guy, the others are an alien, a time traveller and an ESPer who get near her to prevent her from destroying the world (or rather, recreating it) with a supernatural power that she does not realize she possess. I feel that I'm similar to her, not in the aspect of destroying the world (cue laughter), but rather in the fact that I am being labeled as "weird" just because of.. different interests. And like her, I do not intend to change myself just to suit this world.
"The hourglass runs low." I can't remember where that came from, but it speaks of the situation right now. My sister wants to use the computer, so I shall close my entry. Note that I am slowly trying to change the layout of my blog, so please bear with the ugly presentation for now. Till then.
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To begin, what happened yesterday was that another fellow member of the human race did something that I felt was rather.. tactless and unnecessary, to say the least. I was being mocked at for one of my idiosyncrasies at a very inappropriate time. Not that I wasn't used to THEIR mocking, but that was definitely neither the right time nor place for such a.. frivolous action. I gave him a piece of my mind on the spot.
I wouldn't exactly consider yesterday's event as an isolated incident, given the fact that I have been tolerating THEM for as long as I can remember. The title of this entry is another one of the things that I, even though seldom, have said before and THEY decided to imitate me saying it. I don't really see how funny that is, but they all seem to enjoy themselves at the "joke", so I decided to humour them by playing along. But now, I won't really mind if they stopped such.. childish behaviour anytime. In fact, that would be very much preferred. However, I am not one who is very.. keen on direct confrontation, so I suppose I will allow things to maintain at such an equilibrium for now.
Sometimes all that is happening around me is making me feel.. like Haruhi Suzumiya. That's the name of the protagonist in the Japanese light novel titled, "The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya" (romaji: "Suzumiya Haruhi no Yuuutsu"). It has an anime adaptation, which I had enjoyed watching. The main plot is about a girl who finds the world boring and is interested in meeting aliens, time travellers and ESPers, so that life becomes more interesting. But because of that, her peers find her weird and hence most of them ostracize her. Except for one guy, the others are an alien, a time traveller and an ESPer who get near her to prevent her from destroying the world (or rather, recreating it) with a supernatural power that she does not realize she possess. I feel that I'm similar to her, not in the aspect of destroying the world (cue laughter), but rather in the fact that I am being labeled as "weird" just because of.. different interests. And like her, I do not intend to change myself just to suit this world.
"The hourglass runs low." I can't remember where that came from, but it speaks of the situation right now. My sister wants to use the computer, so I shall close my entry. Note that I am slowly trying to change the layout of my blog, so please bear with the ugly presentation for now. Till then.
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Wednesday, February 07, 2007
Right or Wrong?
Today, a fellow member of the human species has highlighted to me a.. perception common to our society. As a response to me saying, "What is wrong with this world?!", he said that in the past, his PS told him that when you feel that everyone else is wrong, while everyone else feels that you are wrong, it is usually the latter that is true. I have to admit, most people will stand with his opinion, but as always, I do not subscribe to what I see as.. not necessarily true. When I heard him say this, I was immediately reminded of the classic story of "To Kill a Mockingbird", by Harper Lee.
For the uninitiated, the story is set in America in the past, when racism between the whites and blacks (pardon me for the politically incorrect term, for I am trying to use the terms that would have been used during those days) was rampant. It is about an African American man who was prosecuted for rape, which he had never commit, even though everyone knew very clearly that he was innocent, because the jury was entirely made up of whites. The life of the man ended tragically when he was shot to death while attempting to escape.
My point here is that even if society perceives a certain person to be wrong, that need not necessarily be the case. I suppose that is why I do what I feel is right, and not what others think is right. Or at least I try to stick to such principles. I suppose that's enough ranting for a day. Till next time.
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For the uninitiated, the story is set in America in the past, when racism between the whites and blacks (pardon me for the politically incorrect term, for I am trying to use the terms that would have been used during those days) was rampant. It is about an African American man who was prosecuted for rape, which he had never commit, even though everyone knew very clearly that he was innocent, because the jury was entirely made up of whites. The life of the man ended tragically when he was shot to death while attempting to escape.
My point here is that even if society perceives a certain person to be wrong, that need not necessarily be the case. I suppose that is why I do what I feel is right, and not what others think is right. Or at least I try to stick to such principles. I suppose that's enough ranting for a day. Till next time.
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