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Twitter is for thoughts of ideas that are short enough to be posted. 140 characters to be exact.

A blog is for a literature of ideas that possess a flow which normally lives in a form of a story. It should be long. Way longer than 140 characters.

SO! We should have something that is in between. Like this post. Too long for Twitter, too short for a blog.

Or maybe, there should be just be a short blog post.

This Profound Fondness of Being Alone

I recorded this a few days back. I just had to write.

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Today I felt bad. I have a friend that I met at the bus stop. He is partially deaf. But he can still converse normally but it is pretty hard for him. And knowing that, when our bus came, I told him that I needed to wait for a friend. And so he took the bus alone. Now I ask, why do I have this understanding that just because he is partially deaf, that I can't speak with him? What has lessons in HI Club got you? Aren't you suppose to be able to communicate with them?!

That just puzzled me. That's why in that morning, I felt a tad bit off. This was the last thing that I would be expecting from a member of a COMMUNITY SERVICE CLUB. Bleagh. I just can't grasp my decision making at that point of time. It seemed… stupid.

When I was going home, I noticed one of my TCP in-charge at the bus stop. I just had this simple eerie feeling that he was waiting for the same bus as me. And that just made me kinda turn away. Somewhere in the chasms of my flesh and bones, a sick feeling emerged when I know I had to hold a conversation.

Why? He's just your former teacher in-charge. Why can't you talk to him? I mean, you had not talked to him for pretty long. Maybe it could be a good catch up session?

I chose to sit out.

As my bus came, he inched closer to the curb. Ahh, shucks. He's taking the same bus as me. I carefully rode the mass of random crowd, making sure I board the bus behind him. Seeing it as a double deck, there are only 2 possibilities. A, he takes the upper deck which I will take the lower one and stand. B, he takes the lower deck and since I am behind, I will be able to slip up to the upper deck. Provided it has spaces that is.

Thinking back, I can't believe I thought so much.

In the end, I did not talk to him. He boarded first and took the upper deck. As I boarded, I asked if it was a good idea to wait for the next bus. I was frantically refreshing iRIS on my left hand. I told myself, "Heck it. Just talk." Which evidently didn't happen.

I do not know why but I seem to have this profound fondness of being alone.

Mind > Body?

I like how the body betrays the mind. His disgusting mannerism to give up and flag a white cloth when things seem too hard. Or is it?

Maybe it's the mind. Maybe the mind is too stubborn. Too demanding. Too stupid. He likes to push things. He likes to be better. He likes to be where the body can't go. Maybe that is disturbing.

Look at it again. The relentless requests that now seems to be 'far fetched'. When will it be enough? Or when will there be enough blood?

Finally, the roles are reversed. The mind betrays the body. If so, what will happen to the heart?

Sometimes, we have to ask ourselves, whether the things in front of us are in fact, things that are really in front of us.

Singapore's Weakness (1)

I was looking through my old Mac desktop when, in the dustiest folder of them, I found an article from an interview with Mr Stanley Tan, Chairman of SIngapore's National Volunteer and Philanthropy Centre. And then I saw this screenshot of a  news article on Straits Times:

"Singaporeans’ weak civic responses and an over-reliance on the law may be an unintended consequence of successful inculcation of a key government doctrine: that only a strong state can deal with the visceral pulls and permanent fault lines of race and religion. Distrusting citizens’ ability to talk through differences, some Singaporeans seem trigger-happy in their zeal to police the frontiers of religious harmony. "

That just stuck on me. What is it about our people? Why was this screenshot made? It better be of some great importance. I don't just snip of articles from the newspaper for random reasons. So this has to be it. 

Those 2 articles were written quite some time back. And I could have sworn that I read it a million times just because I could not get a firm understanding of the concepts that they were trying to deliver. So much for speed reading. They gripped me. It was a hold tight that I needed to wrap my mind upon. It had to mean something. 

So I am going to read them again and relive the inspirations that got a hold on me. 

Straits Time article about Mr Stanley Tan

http://www.asianewsnet.net/home/news.php?id=24515&sec=3

Singapore's weak civic responses

http://hatespin.weebly.com/1/post/2011/12/why-hate-speech-doesnt-always-require-the-red-card.html

Short Changed Heroes Prologue

Okay.

How have you been? Was it a pretty long time since my last post? Got your fix of satanic music yet? Have you decided with your life just as yet? Still rocking that pair of stinky dirty sneakers? Still under the capitalism mindset?

Whatever it is, just be good. Whatever you do, whatever you become, think with purpose, do with reason. Your conviction paves your reasons, that's why when passion supersedes all, your actions become much more meaningful.

Speaking of meaningfulness, ask yourself, what have you done for the past 2 months for meaningful work? Granted, I've been more of a slacker than my current occupation of a research assistant. But what is meaningful work? Hmm.

I just want to let you know, that sometimes, only sometimes, things just work. But other than that, hope for the best, expect the worst.

"Maybe I'm just tired."

Greatest lie ever made. Weakness is a solemn way of the body, the mind or the heart indicating its nearing to breaking point. Some say when pain is felt, its weakness that is leaving. But does it really matter?

Get things done. The number one rule that we have to follow: Do with purpose. Think with reason. And without this rule, how could you move along?

So today, no stories. I just want to spend these times with something I found to be real.

Cheap and Nasty Fakes.

I am selfish. I am unkind. I am ruthless. I am me.

Spent the day well but ended in a whammer mood. Just did not expect these things to happen so suddenly. Work aside, I guess the worst of all was that I had a feeling of loathe so much.

How could one be so carefree on something so morally affecting? This is not about playing God. It's toying as God. That's fucking sick. You hover over the lines as though there were none at all. I guess the most radical thing I find is how unmoved one is about such matter. It makes you weak. I just displays your uncertainty. It suggests your cowardice.

I shall not hide the fact that I myself am not being a role model. But I just can't believe that our selfishness is this sickening. It's fucking sick.

We are such cheap and nasty fakes.