Soliloquy.


Question.
October 19, 2010, 3:17 am
Filed under: Inspiration, Notes to Self, Random



In Real Life, There Are No Sticks.
September 3, 2010, 2:24 am
Filed under: Inspiration, Metaphors, Quotes

I’m not much of a fan of anecdotes (most of the time, any ‘lesson’ which is supposed to be derived from anecdotal evidence is mostly fallacious), but I’ll make an exception in this case.
Heard over dinner from future monk, Adrian Lim.

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One day, there was a man who died in a car accident, and naturally, entered the afterlife. Upon reaching the afterlife, he met the Gatekeeper, who told him that he could choose whichever place he would like to spend the rest of eternity in- Heaven or Hell.

The man was inclined to immediately say, “Take me to Heaven”, but thought that it would be a good idea to take a look at both places before making a choice. The Gatekeeper gladly agreed.

“Let’s go to Hell first,” said the Gatekeeper, and they both appear within a huge ballroom, where there were rows and rows of ornately decorated tables with well-dressed men in suits lining the tables at the sides. The most exquisite and delicious food was laid on the table, but curiously enough, no one was eating. Upon closer inspection, the man noticed that each person had a stick bound to each arm, and was hence was unable to eat anything that was on the table, however delicious it was; for they could not bend their own arms. Their faces clearly displayed frustration and unhappiness.

“This is what Hell looks like,” said the Gatekeeper. “Let’s go to Heaven now.”

Surprisingly, the man and the Gatekeeper appeared in a similar ballroom, with equally ornate tables and similarly delicious food. However, a distinct difference between the current ballroom and the previous one was that this one was filled with laughter, whereas the previous one wasn’t. The man was extremely curious, and looked more closely at the people who sat along the tables. Just like the people in Hell, they all had sticks tightly bound to their arms, and were unable to bend their arms in any way. So why were they all laughing merrily?

Because they were feeding each other.



“What’s the point of success if feeling feels good too?”
July 14, 2010, 1:00 am
Filed under: General, Inspiration, Notes to Self, Quotes

(from dilbert.com)

Particularly poignant quote that I came across yesterday while skimming through Critical Thinking and Everyday Argument (by Jay Verlinden). Really apt considering the prodigious amount of scholars that stay at my hostel, besides the fact that there’s another intervarsity debate coming up this weekend (debates are very, very addictive)

Also, first post from college! Large amounts of flexibility when it comes to time grants me the chance to write / read more. Hoping that this won’t be the last post from college though.

P.S- Yes, I am aware that there are many answers to Dilbert’s question. But it’s a nice rhetorical twist to a cliche idea anyway. :)



GMH#1
December 15, 2009, 2:35 pm
Filed under: Inspiration

Big brothers who take time out from their busy schedule and rush home all the way from Singapore just to send their little brothers to the school prom GMH.

:) :):):):)



Giving People Hope.
December 12, 2009, 7:40 pm
Filed under: Inspiration

Its 3.36 A.M, and I’m still busy reading the succinct posts on this website which make me tear.

I was at a dance at my boyfriends school when we got in a fight and I went to the restroom to cry. An older girl saw me and sat next to me on the floor, in her beautiful gown. She talked to me and made me laugh. Later that night, she was crowned Prom Queen, and I know exactly why. Beautiful people, inside and out, GMH

And it gives me hope.



To all Malaysian students,
September 6, 2009, 12:04 pm
Filed under: General, Inspiration

if you’re interested in learning more about education / related events, you really should read Chen Chow’s blog.



Today, I am inspired.
March 13, 2009, 2:38 pm
Filed under: Inspiration, Random | Tags:

right this moment, it seems that all the urgencies in the world appear before me.

I realize that I am dying, slowly, surely. But no! There are so many stories I have to share, to hear! There are none that are too small, too routine, too miniscule, to be forgotten.

I want to hear them all, and in return, share mine with the world! Every moment that I leave this be, will be a moment that I shall regret in the future. This is something that I have come to learn, after some time.The nagging whisper in my head grows steadily louder, louder, louder, and louder. Whispering incessantly, creating this feeling of dread.I realize that I can wait no longer. I realize that if unspoken, my stories will die, a silent, tragic and unfitting death. My stories beg to be heard!

And so I begin.

Memento mori.




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