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Sunday, July 31, 2005

Some things I came to know of from my late night out
  1. Looting is not an act reserved solely for uneducated people.

  2. In the wee hours of the morning, Cathay Cineplex (Orchard) screens movies, the Coffee Club at the corner of Orchard Building and Orchard Shopping Centre serves coffee, cakes and whatnots and taxis flood the streets.

  3. The first bus of bus service number 190 from Choa Chu Kang INT arrives in Orchard Road earlier than that from New Bridge Road TER.

Some food for thought

  1. Some losses persist.

  2. People will do anything to survive.

Thursday, July 28, 2005

I visited my new campus for the first time today.

On the way there, I was reflecting on the rave over SMUve and then it became clear to me that a good part of the commotion has been about leaving the beautiful, almost scenic campus at Bukit Timah. I’m speculating here but I believe this is quite the contrary to the public’s interest in our relocation. They’re more likely to be looking at the move to the city, as opposed to the move from the old campus. And, there lies the critical difference.

I suppose time does play a crucial role in this act of endearing. At least to me, familiarity comes with time and precedes endearment. But of course, that's not discounting the ponderosity of the splendid architecture spanning the campus!

Tuesday, July 26, 2005

I love the clean and crisp sweetness of fresh flowers.

Alas, beauty is only transient.

But take that dignified step onto the path of Light,

And the memory is forever to behold.

Monday, July 25, 2005

Walking in the Light

Shallow means not very deep. It can be quite advantageous, e.g. a shallow pool is safe for swimming and a shallow ore is easy to mine.

However, used metaphorically it is a derogative term used to describe people who are perceived to lack intellectual "depth". There is no standard definition of what constitutes "depth" in this sense, but usually an individual is considered deep if they seem to be interesting, original, creative, philosophical or intelligent. By contrast, somebody who appears superficial, naive, materialistic, petty, unimaginative or a conformist is likely to be denounced as being shallow, although simply lacking intelligence is not a criterion on its own.


© 2005 wikipedia.org

Monday, July 18, 2005

Such magnificence!

Take a peek at Ricardo's works and don't forget to go on to visit his "otro fotolog"!


A quote which puts the concept of home in perspective.

Home is an interesting word. Interesting how websites use this word to anchor you. The word “home” takes you back somewhere safe, somewhere that you can navigate from, somewhere you can always come back to if you need it, somewhere you can constantly rely on to be there.

© 2005 m.Net Corporation Ltd

Sunday, July 10, 2005

Today I asked myself what’s worse – killing of your own kind for food or for the sake of killing.

As I watched images initially of four chimps on a patrol attacking a lone chimp from another tribe and then leaving it to die from its injuries and subsequently of a mob of fifteen to twenty chimps taking their turns at jumping on, battering, tearing at and eventually killing yet another lone chimp, the cries and screams and shrieks effected a dull ache in my head which is akin to the feeling brought on by claustrophobia.

And the silence that follows each commotion (more so the latter) is deafening.

I recall negating the prospect of the chimps hunting down one of their own as food as I witnessed the first clash and then recognising the sheer atrocity of the mob lynch. I suppose I do have my biases – chimps are stereotypically uncivilised primates. Henceforth, it follows that it is somewhat acceptable that chimps kill for food (even in the occasion that they prey on one of their own) but chimps killing for the mere sake of killing is truly intolerable. And I suspect this predisposition is ultimately rooted in the chimp’s alleged kinship with man.