There is something in Physics called the "Centripetal Force".
In short, it is the force that exists when you're twirling something, anything in a circular motion. It is this force that keeps the object moving in that circular path, for as long as you want to keep twirling. It is also the force that prevents the object from dropping, from flying off in a tangent, from going on a different path from the one it is travelling.
Sometimes it feels that one is embarked on Life's path of never-ending cycles - unrelentlessly, inexorably the same thing, over and over again.
With the advent of something new, something fresh, we thought life is freshly exciting and new and a world of new probabilities and happenings has enfolded before us, but before we know it, we start to see the familiar landmarks and signs and hints, that we're on the same cycle of whatever it is that we were trying to move away from before. We're back in the same rut, perhaps a rut with a different name, different wall colours, or in a different country, but a rut nonetheless.
We go round and round and round, locked in this unceasing cycle, bored, weary and frustrated. We'll do anything and everything to get out of this rut, if only we know how to.
Back to the Physics of things, for this object which is subjected to the cursed centripetal force to escape from this ridiculous path of constant continuity, it has to break free of that cycle. The only way to break free is when the string/rope being attached to this object snaps. And then off the ball or whatever will fly, to wherever and whatever. It is now free to go whereever it wants to go.
So the question is, what is that thing that is keeping me on this stupid inexorable course of boredom, insipidity, and dissatisfaction that I'm on? What's keeping me from flying off in a tangent to why I want to go and want to be?
What is that breaking point? I need to find that breaking point? That point of new things, that point of breakthrough, that point of getting out of this rut-like state.
Please save me from a life of boredom.
Friday, October 19, 2007
As good as it can possibly get...
The truly great movies are never about special effects and grandiose themes and bewildering twisty and complicated plots.
To me, it's about hitting where it matters most - the heart and the head.
That's why "As Good As It Gets" belongs to that genre of the truly great movies.
It's good. It's real. It even hurts to just watch it.
On how difficult it is just to keep breathing sometimes
Simon Bishop: I'm losing my apartment, Melvin. And Frank, he wants me to beg my parents, who haven't called me, for help. And I won't. And... I... I don't want to paint any more. So the life that I was trying for, is over. the life that I had is gone, and I'm feeling so damn sorry for myself that it's difficult to breathe.
Who is that "only person" in your life? The one who knows you're the greatest person on earth? Melvin Melvin Udall: I might be the only person on the face of the earth that knows you're the greatest woman on earth. I might be the only one who appreciates how amazing you are in every single thing that you do, and how you are with Spencer, "Spence," and in every single thought that you have, and how you say what you mean, and how you almost always mean something that's all about being straight and good. I think most people miss that about you, and I watch them, wondering how they can watch you bring their food, and clear their tables and never get that they just met the greatest woman alive. And the fact that I get it makes me feel good, about me.
Where do you go when you have nowhere to go? Melvn Udall: I had to see you. Carol: Because? Melvin Udall: It relaxes me. I'd feel better sitting ouside your apartment on the curb than any other place I can think of or imagine.
It's real. It's true and lovely and good. It's as good as a movie can get.
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Think Tank
I came across this in my Inbox (one of those things people forward), and thought it made quite a lot of sense...
- Your thoughts determine your character.
- Be careful of your thoughts; they may break into words at any time.
- Don't waste your thoughts on those who don't hunger for them.
- The first person you lead is you, and the first organ you master is your mind.
- Don't let your mind drift into vain envy.
- Stay confident that your vision will come to pass.
- Discipline your thoughts to remain steadfast in what you know is right.
Peter Pan said, think happy thoughts and you can fly!
System Error
Close all windows.
End all programs.
Delete all files.
Re-boot.
If only I can do that to my brain.
End all programs.
Delete all files.
Re-boot.
If only I can do that to my brain.
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Cringe-worthy English
What irks me really really badly is when Singaporeans who have supposedly been speaking and reading the language all their lives speak horribly bad English!
There's no such word as "beared"! What on earth is that? A "bear" that has died and gone to heaven is "beared"?
*cringe*
It's too embarrassing for words!
ARGH!
There's no such word as "beared"! What on earth is that? A "bear" that has died and gone to heaven is "beared"?
*cringe*
It's too embarrassing for words!
ARGH!
The Golden Rule
The golden rule I will try to live by...
I'll always give others the benefit of the doubt. Even if I think they're the evil spawn of the devil, I must try to think well of them.
As for myself, I will always doubt myself. Only by constantly checking and examining myself, can I make sure that I have only the purest of intentions and am not attempting to try to mask ill intentions beneath a veneer of respectability and excuses and lies.
Geez. It's going to be tough.
I'll always give others the benefit of the doubt. Even if I think they're the evil spawn of the devil, I must try to think well of them.
As for myself, I will always doubt myself. Only by constantly checking and examining myself, can I make sure that I have only the purest of intentions and am not attempting to try to mask ill intentions beneath a veneer of respectability and excuses and lies.
Geez. It's going to be tough.
Topsy Turvy
I feel like I've gone to bed the right side up and woken up with the world turned upside down.
The world I knew yesterday is not the world I know today.
It has become a different ball-game today, with the rules of the game, the players and even the spectators to the game all changed.
What a mix of metaphors!
I thought that nothing that happens in this world we live in will surprise me anymore - wars created out of a mere nothing but to prove a point, and barely a point worth anything to boot, irrational and unwarranted violence, the means people will go to just for money, and power, politicking and power-play etc etc etc. I thought I had seen it all.
In fact I had seen so much I think I've become suspicious and jaded and world-weary; everything I now see and touch has become adulterated because I have become tainted and defiled.
And because of that I don't know what what is good and lovely and true anymore. I have lost the ability to recognise all that is kind and pure in another person.
The irony of this all is not lost on me: I have become what I decry. The very thing I despise I am inevitably and inexorably changing into.
So much so that a random act of human kindness and left me bereft of speech, and feeling like the my rug with all my perceptions and judgements of this world, has been pulled out from underneath my feet, leaving me gasping and bewildered.
But it's a good sort of bewilderment.
I will love to be proved wrong, this time round, that the world is not going to the dogs. That people are still good and decent and without guile; they have still the ability to love, purely and unconditionally and absolutely.
Please prove me wrong again.
The world I knew yesterday is not the world I know today.
It has become a different ball-game today, with the rules of the game, the players and even the spectators to the game all changed.
What a mix of metaphors!
I thought that nothing that happens in this world we live in will surprise me anymore - wars created out of a mere nothing but to prove a point, and barely a point worth anything to boot, irrational and unwarranted violence, the means people will go to just for money, and power, politicking and power-play etc etc etc. I thought I had seen it all.
In fact I had seen so much I think I've become suspicious and jaded and world-weary; everything I now see and touch has become adulterated because I have become tainted and defiled.
And because of that I don't know what what is good and lovely and true anymore. I have lost the ability to recognise all that is kind and pure in another person.
The irony of this all is not lost on me: I have become what I decry. The very thing I despise I am inevitably and inexorably changing into.
So much so that a random act of human kindness and left me bereft of speech, and feeling like the my rug with all my perceptions and judgements of this world, has been pulled out from underneath my feet, leaving me gasping and bewildered.
But it's a good sort of bewilderment.
I will love to be proved wrong, this time round, that the world is not going to the dogs. That people are still good and decent and without guile; they have still the ability to love, purely and unconditionally and absolutely.
Please prove me wrong again.
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Heroes
If you could have any super power you choose, any one at all, what would YOU choose?
The power to fly? To walk through walls, to be invisible, to have incredible strength?
Or the power to change your shape, or to read minds, to change the weather?
Gee, what would I choose?
The power to fly? To walk through walls, to be invisible, to have incredible strength?
Or the power to change your shape, or to read minds, to change the weather?
Gee, what would I choose?
Friday, October 05, 2007
An Uninspired Post
I know.
I have been a bad girl.
I haven't been blogging.
Or exercising. Or combing my hair. And all the other stuff good girls are suppose to do.
(I haven't been Facebook-ing either. That's because I don't know how!)
The truth of the matter is, I haven't been feeling very inspired lately to write the philosophical crap which is quite my genre.
And while others are particularly talented about turning the most random of things to the most interesting of articles, I alas am cursed. I make the most interestingly random things just plain ol' random. How boring is that!
That's the reason why I can't make a good story-teller. The Cinderella story will probably turned out to be as short as "Girl abused by step-family marries prince. Period."
I told you I was boring!
Anyway, here's a list of randomness amassed throughout the last couple of days, just not interesting enough to be turned into a blog entry.
Here goes nothing!
Have you noticed how the folks in movies don't need to go to the bathroom, or have lunch or take their vitamins?
Spiderman goes around swinging from building to building like a spider-ly George of the Jungle, and he never stops to take a leak?! Come on now! Maybe he pees while he's swinging over the heads of innocent pedestrains in New Yory City or wherever it is that he lives? And doesn't he ever get heat rash from wearing spandex. In fact, it will probability affect his virility, being squeezed into a tightsuit all day long. Poor Mary Jane.
Even in 24, which is suppose to show, minute by minute, one 24-hour day of some guy who has every terrorist in the whole world after his ass or something; the guy doesn't eat, doesn't shower, doesn't take a leak, doesn't do anything except run around with guns and being attacked by people. What an exhausting job! I hope he's paid well for his efforts. And he probably only has to work one 24-hour day, in one year! What a job!
Even Reality TV's far from realistic. They fight and bitch and scheme and quarrel all the time. I don't even see them eating because on Survivor, they're not quite allowed to eat unless they earn a million points killing dinosaurs or something. And seriously, how come nobody's thrown anything at the TV cameras or the host guy who comes and gloat over the losing team who has nothing to eat while the winning team gets to eat barbequed wild boar. I would have thrown rhino's dung at him!
Now if only I can do away with the eating and the drinking and the showering and the sleeping and the what-not, I'm sure my life would be just glamourous, don't you think?
What is the deal with Facebook?
I don't get it, and I don't think I ever will! The only reason why I signed up with the damn thing was to appease my colleagues nagging. So I have an account, and a photo posted on it. And before I know it, lo and behold, I get inundated with pokes and drinks and notifications and suddenly, everybody wants to be my friend!
I would love to see the latest photos of you and maybe have a conversation with you on how you're doing. But all that poking and throwing pies at what-not?! I mean, I thought we were friends?
I'm wishing now I can find the application that allows me to throw mud at people. Splat!
Alrighty! Enough randomness for today. I'll continue to bore all you poor people another day. *evil laugh*
I have been a bad girl.
I haven't been blogging.
Or exercising. Or combing my hair. And all the other stuff good girls are suppose to do.
(I haven't been Facebook-ing either. That's because I don't know how!)
The truth of the matter is, I haven't been feeling very inspired lately to write the philosophical crap which is quite my genre.
And while others are particularly talented about turning the most random of things to the most interesting of articles, I alas am cursed. I make the most interestingly random things just plain ol' random. How boring is that!
That's the reason why I can't make a good story-teller. The Cinderella story will probably turned out to be as short as "Girl abused by step-family marries prince. Period."
I told you I was boring!
Anyway, here's a list of randomness amassed throughout the last couple of days, just not interesting enough to be turned into a blog entry.
Here goes nothing!
Have you noticed how the folks in movies don't need to go to the bathroom, or have lunch or take their vitamins?
Spiderman goes around swinging from building to building like a spider-ly George of the Jungle, and he never stops to take a leak?! Come on now! Maybe he pees while he's swinging over the heads of innocent pedestrains in New Yory City or wherever it is that he lives? And doesn't he ever get heat rash from wearing spandex. In fact, it will probability affect his virility, being squeezed into a tightsuit all day long. Poor Mary Jane.
Even in 24, which is suppose to show, minute by minute, one 24-hour day of some guy who has every terrorist in the whole world after his ass or something; the guy doesn't eat, doesn't shower, doesn't take a leak, doesn't do anything except run around with guns and being attacked by people. What an exhausting job! I hope he's paid well for his efforts. And he probably only has to work one 24-hour day, in one year! What a job!
Even Reality TV's far from realistic. They fight and bitch and scheme and quarrel all the time. I don't even see them eating because on Survivor, they're not quite allowed to eat unless they earn a million points killing dinosaurs or something. And seriously, how come nobody's thrown anything at the TV cameras or the host guy who comes and gloat over the losing team who has nothing to eat while the winning team gets to eat barbequed wild boar. I would have thrown rhino's dung at him!
Now if only I can do away with the eating and the drinking and the showering and the sleeping and the what-not, I'm sure my life would be just glamourous, don't you think?
What is the deal with Facebook?
I don't get it, and I don't think I ever will! The only reason why I signed up with the damn thing was to appease my colleagues nagging. So I have an account, and a photo posted on it. And before I know it, lo and behold, I get inundated with pokes and drinks and notifications and suddenly, everybody wants to be my friend!
I would love to see the latest photos of you and maybe have a conversation with you on how you're doing. But all that poking and throwing pies at what-not?! I mean, I thought we were friends?
I'm wishing now I can find the application that allows me to throw mud at people. Splat!
Alrighty! Enough randomness for today. I'll continue to bore all you poor people another day. *evil laugh*
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