Wonderfully Simple

Friday, August 22, 2008
Worry

There's just some stuff I cannot put down, and some things that I wanna fight for.

Wednesday, August 20, 2008
IRL

In addition to this blog... I'll be undertaking a big personal project that's offline and off limits to almost everyone. Yup, just thought I'd mention it here, just in case my frequency of posts starts to dip even more.

Stationary

The Man Who Can't Be Moved - The Script

Going back to the corner where I first saw you
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag, I'm not gonna move
Got some words on cardboard got your picture in my hand
Saying if you see this girl can you tell her where I am
Some try to hand me money they don't understand
I'm not broke, I'm just a broken hearted man
I know it makes no sense, but what else can I do
How can I move on when I've been in love with you

'Cos if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be
Thinking maybe you'd come back here to the place that we'd meet
And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street

So I'm not moving
I'm not moving

The policeman says, "Son, you can't stay here"
I said, "There's someone I'm waiting for, even if it's a day, a month, a year"
Gotta stand my ground even if it rains or snows
If she changes her mind this is the first place she will go

'Cos if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be
Thinking maybe you'd come back here to the place that we'd meet
And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street

So I'm not moving
I'm not moving

I'm not moving
I'm not moving

People talk about the guy
Who's waiting on a girl
There are no holes in his shoes
But a big hole in his world

Maybe I'll get famous as the man who can't be moved
And maybe you won't mean to but you'll see me on the news
And you'll come running to the corner
'Cos you'll know it's just for you

I'm the man who can't be moved
I'm the man who can't be moved

Cos if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be
Thinking maybe you'd come back here to the place that we'd meet
And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street

So I'm not moving
I'm not moving

I'm not moving
I'm not moving

Going back to the corner where I first saw you
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag, I'm not gonna move

Saturday, August 16, 2008
Status Quo

I guess, we're at the point where we know what we can expect of each other. The only way to go now, is forward, though our paths are quite parallel. I like this journey =)

And, girls can be unpredictable. A lesson to learn.

Wednesday, August 13, 2008
当我八十岁

Just now, I went for a concert by Bevlyn Khoo, an independent local artiste (check her out here). I always like live music performances. You get to experience firsthand the raw emotions put forth by the performers, and get to hear the little inspirations behind their songs, which gives the performance more meaning. I'll just share about one of these stories.

Bevlyn gave a short introduction for her last song of the night, 当我八十岁的时候. She lamented that, in the current world, where divorces and singlehood are increasingly common, it's difficult to find a couple still loving each other and every moment they're together, when they're well in their elder years.

I see some people that might have even given up hope of such a fairytale ending already, since happily ever after can be such a distant ideal. Distant, and unrealistic perhaps, but one that we should still work towards, no? Some lose sight of themselves and of these little dreams in life sometimes, and it is very much a pity, to me.

Her friend from Taiwan happened to send her a postcard, with the front depicting an elderly couple with their arms over each other's shoulders, sitting in a garden, back facing the camera, and watching a sunrise. A beautiful, serene picture. Her first reaction was that it was a stock photo (reflecting her apprehension and her above feelings), until she came upon the realization that it was a photo taken by her friend's brother, and that the two in the photo were his grandparents. This inspired her to write the following song which evoked quite a bit of thoughts upon my first hearing of it. It's playing on repeat right now, and I'm having quite a strong surge of emotions as I write this. I'm dedicating the song to someone, and I hope this person doesn't think it's not realistic.

Please don't lose hope. And give yourself a chance.


当我八十岁 - Bevlyn Khoo

当我八十岁的时候 你还会不会这样疼我
睡前听我述说那一天 所有经过
当我轻揉你的耳朵 你还会不会这样罗嗦
你还会不会听见我说 说些什么

当我八十岁的时候 你还会不会牵我的手
带我到世界各地旅游 漫步走走
透过弄人的眼角膜 你还会不会逗我酒涡
继续写情书记载所有 爱我的感受
Wow~~ 别说什么 Wow~~ 这样就足够

我爱你的理由 混淆在习惯之中 像夏天的气候
阴晴不定 不说出口 也能懂
你爱我的理由 你说过会到永久 像倔强的执着
陪我到白头 不放手


当我八十岁的时候 随着记忆力渐渐退弱
找不找到回忆的下落 把我封锁
当我们被时间左右 还有多少争吵能挥霍
把所有年幼的小差错 都编成小说
Wow~~ 别说什么 Wow~~ 这样就足够

我爱你的理由 混淆在习惯之中 像夏天的气候
阴晴不定 不说出口 也能懂
你爱我的理由 你说过会到永久 像倔强的执着
陪我到白头 不放手

当我八十岁的时候 你还会不会这样爱我
弯着腰也要吻我额头 直到我睡后

Speech

What follows is a convocation speech, presented by Mr Adrian Tan for the 2008 graduating batch of students from the NTU SCI. I find great meaning in it. Do read if you've the time to spare.

Life and How to Survive It


I must say thank you to the faculty and staff of the Wee Kim Wee School of Communication and Information for inviting me to give your convocation address. It’s a wonderful honour and a privilege for me to speak here for ten minutes without fear of contradiction, defamation or retaliation. I say this as a Singaporean and more so as a husband.

My wife is a wonderful person and perfect in every way except one. She is the editor of a magazine. She corrects people for a living. She has honed her expert skills over a quarter of a century, mostly by practising at home during conversations between her and me.

On the other hand, I am a litigator. Essentially, I spend my day telling people how wrong they are. I make my living being disagreeable.

Nevertheless, there is perfect harmony in our matrimonial home. That is because when an editor and a litigator have an argument, the one who triumphs is always the wife.

And so I want to start by giving one piece of advice to the men: when you’ve already won her heart, you don’t need to win every argument.

Marriage is considered one milestone of life. Some of you may already be married. Some of you may never be married. Some of you will be married. Some of you will enjoy the experience so much, you will be married many, many times. Good for you.

The next big milestone in your life is today: your graduation. The end of education. You’re done learning.

You’ve probably been told the big lie that “Learning is a lifelong process” and that therefore you will continue studying and taking masters’ degrees and doctorates and professorships and so on. You know the sort of people who tell you that? Teachers. Don’t you think there is some measure of conflict of interest? They are in the business of learning, after all. Where would they be without you? They need you to be repeat customers.

The good news is that they’re wrong.

The bad news is that you don’t need further education because your entire life is over. It is gone. That may come as a shock to some of you. You’re in your teens or early twenties. People may tell you that you will live to be 70, 80, 90 years old. That is your life expectancy.

I love that term: life expectancy. We all understand the term to mean the average life span of a group of people. But I’m here to talk about a bigger idea, which is what you expect from your life.

You may be very happy to know that Singapore is currently ranked as the country with the third highest life expectancy. We are behind Andorra and Japan, and tied with San Marino. It seems quite clear why people in those countries, and ours, live so long. We share one thing in common: our football teams are all hopeless. There’s very little danger of any of our citizens having their pulses raised by watching us play in the World Cup. Spectators are more likely to be lulled into a gentle and restful nap.

Singaporeans have a life expectancy of 81.8 years. Singapore men live to an average of 79.21 years, while Singapore women live more than five years longer, probably to take into account the additional time they need to spend in the bathroom.

So here you are, in your twenties, thinking that you’ll have another 40 years to go. Four decades in which to live long and prosper.

Bad news. Read the papers. There are people dropping dead when they’re 50, 40, 30 years old. Or quite possibly just after finishing their convocation. They would be very disappointed that they didn’t meet their life expectancy.

I’m here to tell you this. Forget about your life expectancy.

After all, it’s calculated based on an average. And you never, ever want to expect being average.

Revisit those expectations. You might be looking forward to working, falling in love, marrying, raising a family. You are told that, as graduates, you should expect to find a job paying so much, where your hours are so much, where your responsibilities are so much.

That is what is expected of you. And if you live up to it, it will be an awful waste.

If you expect that, you will be limiting yourself. You will be living your life according to boundaries set by average people. I have nothing against average people. But no one should aspire to be them. And you don’t need years of education by the best minds in Singapore to prepare you to be average.

What you should prepare for is mess. Life’s a mess. You are not entitled to expect anything from it. Life is not fair. Everything does not balance out in the end. Life happens, and you have no control over it. Good and bad things happen to you day by day, hour by hour, moment by moment. Your degree is a poor armour against fate.

Don’t expect anything. Erase all life expectancies. Just live. Your life is over as of today. At this point in time, you have grown as tall as you will ever be, you are physically the fittest you will ever be in your entire life and you are probably looking the best that you will ever look. This is as good as it gets. It is all downhill from here. Or up. No one knows.

What does this mean for you? It is good that your life is over.

Since your life is over, you are free. Let me tell you the many wonderful things that you can do when you are free.

The most important is this: do not work.

Work is anything that you are compelled to do. By its very nature, it is undesirable.

Work kills. The Japanese have a term “Karoshi”, which means death from overwork. That’s the most dramatic form of how work can kill. But it can also kill you in more subtle ways. If you work, then day by day, bit by bit, your soul is chipped away, disintegrating until there’s nothing left. A rock has been ground into sand and dust.

There’s a common misconception that work is necessary. You will meet people working at miserable jobs. They tell you they are “making a living”. No, they’re not. They’re dying, frittering away their fast-extinguishing lives doing things which are, at best, meaningless and, at worst, harmful.

People will tell you that work ennobles you, that work lends you a certain dignity. Work makes you free. The slogan “Arbeit macht frei” was placed at the entrances to a number of Nazi concentration camps. Utter nonsense.

Do not waste the vast majority of your life doing something you hate so that you can spend the small remainder sliver of your life in modest comfort. You may never reach that end anyway.

Resist the temptation to get a job. Instead, play. Find something you enjoy doing. Do it. Over and over again. You will become good at it for two reasons: you like it, and you do it often. Soon, that will have value in itself.

I like arguing, and I love language. So, I became a litigator. I enjoy it and I would do it for free. If I didn’t do that, I would’ve been in some other type of work that still involved writing fiction – probably a sports journalist.

So what should you do? You will find your own niche. I don’t imagine you will need to look very hard. By this time in your life, you will have a very good idea of what you will want to do. In fact, I’ll go further and say the ideal situation would be that you will not be able to stop yourself pursuing your passions. By this time you should know what your obsessions are. If you enjoy showing off your knowledge and feeling superior, you might become a teacher.

Find that pursuit that will energise you, consume you, become an obsession. Each day, you must rise with a restless enthusiasm. If you don’t, you are working.

Most of you will end up in activities which involve communication. To those of you I have a second message: be wary of the truth. I’m not asking you to speak it, or write it, for there are times when it is dangerous or impossible to do those things. The truth has a great capacity to offend and injure, and you will find that the closer you are to someone, the more care you must take to disguise or even conceal the truth. Often, there is great virtue in being evasive, or equivocating. There is also great skill. Any child can blurt out the truth, without thought to the consequences. It takes great maturity to appreciate the value of silence.

In order to be wary of the truth, you must first know it. That requires great frankness to yourself. Never fool the person in the mirror.

I have told you that your life is over, that you should not work, and that you should avoid telling the truth. I now say this to you: be hated.

It’s not as easy as it sounds. Do you know anyone who hates you? Yet every great figure who has contributed to the human race has been hated, not just by one person, but often by a great many. That hatred is so strong it has caused those great figures to be shunned, abused, murdered and in one famous instance, nailed to a cross.

One does not have to be evil to be hated. In fact, it’s often the case that one is hated precisely because one is trying to do right by one’s own convictions. It is far too easy to be liked, one merely has to be accommodating and hold no strong convictions. Then one will gravitate towards the centre and settle into the average. That cannot be your role. There are a great many bad people in the world, and if you are not offending them, you must be bad yourself. Popularity is a sure sign that you are doing something wrong.

The other side of the coin is this: fall in love.

I didn’t say “be loved”. That requires too much compromise. If one changes one’s looks, personality and values, one can be loved by anyone.

Rather, I exhort you to love another human being. It may seem odd for me to tell you this. You may expect it to happen naturally, without deliberation. That is false. Modern society is anti-love. We’ve taken a microscope to everyone to bring out their flaws and shortcomings. It far easier to find a reason not to love someone, than otherwise. Rejection requires only one reason. Love requires complete acceptance. It is hard work – the only kind of work that I find palatable.

Loving someone has great benefits. There is admiration, learning, attraction and something which, for the want of a better word, we call happiness. In loving someone, we become inspired to better ourselves in every way. We learn the truth worthlessness of material things. We celebrate being human. Loving is good for the soul.

Loving someone is therefore very important, and it is also important to choose the right person. Despite popular culture, love doesn’t happen by chance, at first sight, across a crowded dance floor. It grows slowly, sinking roots first before branching and blossoming. It is not a silly weed, but a mighty tree that weathers every storm.

You will find, that when you have someone to love, that the face is less important than the brain, and the body is less important than the heart.

You will also find that it is no great tragedy if your love is not reciprocated. You are not doing it to be loved back. Its value is to inspire you.


Finally, you will find that there is no half-measure when it comes to loving someone. You either don’t, or you do with every cell in your body, completely and utterly, without reservation or apology. It consumes you, and you are reborn, all the better for it.

Don’t work. Avoid telling the truth. Be hated. Love someone.

You’re going to have a busy life. Thank goodness there’s no life expectancy.

Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Remember

Some sayings that I've kept with me through my years:

  • Listen, not hear

  • An extension of the above: Don't think of what to say when you're listening

  • Think, before you speak


I realise that the above 3 does make me sound like I'm slow, but that's just me, thinking of everything that might happen.


  • Everything happens for a reason

  • There's a time and place for everything

  • Life isn't a bed of roses


These, to console myself when shit hits the fan.


  • Everyone deserves a second chance

  • Never, never take people for granted

  • There's a first for everything




(to be updated...)

Monday, August 11, 2008

Before you ask for a hand, you must first touch the heart.


Just some words I saw on my friend's MSN personal message.

Wednesday, August 06, 2008
End

So the dream ends before it began. Regret is not on the lengthy list of emotions I am experiencing now, because life is about choices and consequences. This girl has touched my heart and left it gold, and yet, maybe so much more could have flourished if that our paths were more closely intertwined.

Trust, as a commodity, is hard to earn. But there are people who give it out quite freely, and without fear. It's refreshing to have met someone else who's like that, and subsequently shared many experiences and memories with. I do feel like I've shortchanged her somewhat, 'cos she does quite a bit of the talking, and even though I put in the effort to think of things to say that might help... The words just don't flow. I guess, this is my biggest flaw, and one that I hope I can improve on.

Thanks for the lessons =)

Too soon? Perhaps.






暖暖 - 梁静茹
都可以随便的 你说的 我都愿意去
小火车 摆动的旋律
都可以是真的 你说的 我都会相信
因为我 完全信任你
细腻的喜欢 毛毯般的厚重感
晒过太阳 熟悉的安全感
分享热汤 我们两支汤匙一个碗
左心房 暖暖的好饱满

我想说 其实你很好 你自己却不知道
真心的对我好 不要求回报
爱一个人 希望他过更好
打从心里暖暖的 你比自己更重要


都可以随便的 你说的 我都愿意去
回忆里 满足的旋律
都可以是真的 你说的 我都会相信
因为我 完全信任你
细腻的喜欢 你手掌的厚实感
什么困难 都觉得有希望
我哼着歌 你自然的就接下一段
我知道 暖暖就在胸膛

我想说其实你很好 你自己却不知道
真心的对我好 不要求回报
爱一个人 希望他过更好
打从心里暖暖的 你比自己更重要

我想说其实你很好 你自己却不知道
从来都很低调 自信心不高
爱一个人希望他过更好
打从心里暖暖的 你比自己更重要
你不知道 真心的对我好 不要求回报
爱一个人 希望他过更好
打从心里暖暖的 你比自己更重要
我也希望变更好

Saturday, August 02, 2008
Continue

Matriculation fair ended yesterday, and I find myself helping out at SoC's orientation week now. Sometimes I do wonder why I bother so much.

Well, I'm gonna be busy till school starts, and then the real work will begin after a brief lull. Through all this, I hope I can keep to my promises to others and to myself.

Drops of Jupiter - Train

Now that she's back in that atmosphere
With drops of Jupiter in her hair
She acts like summer and walks like rain
Reminds me that there is time to change
Since the return from her stay on the moon
She listens like spring and she talks like June

Tell me did you sail across the sun
Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded
And that heaven is overrated

But, tell me, did you fall from a shooting star
One without a permanent scar
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there

Now that she's back from that soul vacation
Tracing her way through the constellation
She checks out Mozart while she does tae-bo
Reminds me that there is room to grow

Now that she's back in the atmosphere
I'm afraid that she might think of me as plain ol' Jane
Told a story about a man who is too afraid to fly so he never did land


But, tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back to the Milky Way
And tell me, did Venus blow your mind
Was it everything you wanted to find
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there

Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken
Your best friend always sticking up for you even when I know you're wrong
Can you imagine no first dance, freeze dried romance five-hour phone conversation
The best soy latte that you ever had, and me

Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back toward the Milky Way

Tell me did you sail across the sun
Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded
And that heaven is overrated

But, tell me, did you fall from a shooting star
One without a permanent scar
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself, out there