nothing becomes real until it is experienced
the world of psychology, sigmund freud proposed his idea that when a tree falls and no one sees it or hears it, no sound is made. no sound is made.

how absurd.

can you believe it? this can be made logical and have generations of varsity students brooding over the ridiculous state of perception. the abstract idea explains that there is nothing happening when there is no experience incurred to anyone. can you imagine the magnitude of this theory? it is no longer the tree, it is everything it can possibly be.

i am just enthralled by its universality.

when a promise is made, can it ever be broken? no. before you scream with hysteria, listen to me; making a promise means that there is a possibility of fulfilment, an anticipation of its realisation. it is a hope that the promise will be made true tomorrow. and the next tomorrow. and then the next, then next, the following next and the next after next. how can you break a promise when there will always be a possibility of it being realised? you can't. in the same way, nothing can be real unless you experience it in real terms. isn't this beautiful?

let me decipher the word love, of which is something that has not been deciphered and understood (ironic, yes i know): the foundation of love is based on promises that two people make to each other. promises of forever, promises of trust, promises of unconditional love. there is this hope and perhaps, faith that these promises will be fulfilled. regardless of the time taken and the peril that comes with it, these promises would find its way of bringing hope and much commitment. people hold on to the possibility and the hope of seeing it being realised. some relationships really survive on this idea alone.

if you can see what i see, you'll definitely feel a mixture of poignancy and brimming delight. poignant because the person who promised to give you $10 would never be able to break his promise because he cannot; delighted because it would mean that there is hope. delighted because there is something to look forward to in the future, no matter how near or distant.

but of course (THIS IS A DISCLAIMER), don't go around making empty promises with this theory in mind. not only will you not prove me wrong, you'll get a few bloody attacks faster than you say 'this i promise you'. promises are sacred, like how Jesus promised that He'll be here again; the promise by which so many christians hold so tightly to, in hope of its realisation. i can so totally write a book on this, can't i?

surprising how jeremy's tutorial can bring so much enlightenment

the attraction of grey is in its not exactly being black
what i like about ambiguity.

along the road to maturity, i have learnt that things are not always how it is. there are times when we find ourselves seeded in shades of grey. perhaps it's the literary streak in me calling for release, but i enjoy the beauty of being neither in white nor black. the feud that both has had often been the crux to problems and dilemma, of which i am not absolutely keen.

let me escape from the woes of choosing and settle in the zone of ambiguity. let me indulge in the knowing that i am neither here nor there. let me.

just for awhile, then i will take sides.

aimee is the sweetest angel; i am completely heads over heels for her

nellis foo; the great rain imitation

i am so in love

hot bod special
no, i am not going to teach you 101 ways to get a hot bod. i am the last person on earth you would ever go for health advice. in fact, i am just the kind you would want to run away from. yes, run very, very fast.

i was a healthy kid when i was, in zh's words, "jiggly" (meaning FAT). i had the nicest flush on my face and only go to the doctor once every 5 years. cough and flu were never my friends. they were my sister's (she is probably the reason why i become so domesticated; i take care of her everytime!). when i was younger, the notion of health ain't too important to me at all. i wanted to be sick so that i could skip school. i probably only got MCs when i had my chicken pox and when i overslept! that was how healthy i was. but that was then.

after i slimmed down (drastically, that is!), things were not as rosy (literally) for me anymore. i began to visit the doc more often. there were even times when i come down with weeks-long fever and cough. i lost my nice rosy cheeks and got sallow ones instead. along my growth, i picked up bad habits that contributed to my deteriorating health (before we go on, i feel obliged to remind you that i am not 65 this year):

i stop eating breakfast
i heard a saying that goes "eat like a king in the morning, eat like a prince in the afternoon and eat like a pauper at night". breakfast is the most important meal of all! and ladies, if you really want to slim down, get yourself a good breakfast. i don't know why, but since everybody (especially the slim ones) says so, just do it.

i accustom my tastebuds to saltier and sweeter food
salt and sugar. need i say more? *cue "killing you softly" song*

i reject plain water
ever wondered why God says He is the Living Water and not like ribena or coke? water is life-giving! i really, really don't like the taste (is there even taste in the first place?!) of plain water. but i'm going to try because it will be good for me.

i take irregular meals
varsities can just burn. crazy timetable + super big campus = not meant to be
i predict i will continue to take irregular meals for the next 4 years of my varsity life, but no more skipping dinners and skip ALL the suppers!

health promotional board is so going to love me for this entry. considering the blog popularity which is probably as popular as britney spears' fake wigs, i'm sure they'll pay me soon. well, it's a tad boring, but reading this makes you one step healthier already. so if you don't want your foot in the wrong place (i.e the coffin), take these advice with me;

the female warlords

i just caught "The Warlords" in the theatres. this is possibly one of the few films that i would recommend for this year-end blockbusters. it encompasses the dire need for emotional complexities (which is completely lacking in most of the films, think alvin and the chipmunks) and thrilling action scenes.

i am simply spoilt for words when it comes to the crafting of the plot. peter chan cleverly intertwined love, betrayal, brotherhood and loyalty into the intriguing story. i found myself analyzing this highly literary film, and this is a mind-blowingly good thing for a movie made in the 21st century. we need more peter chans in the age of unthinking movie makers.

was just thinking of the movie when i noticed the resemblance in the relationship between my sister and i. my sister has always been the slow (ahem) and steady one. she is like jet li, she's like da-jie. on the other hand, i am er-hu most of the time, andy lau's character. the rash and perhaps garang one. since we were young, she makes me listen to her all the time. she commands me to go home and instructs me when i am naughty. i take these in my stride, of course but she does make my life miserable when i was younger.

as i grow a little older or a little more mature, i realised that i could have gone haywire if it wasn't for her. if she hadn't controlled my internet usage by making me pay $0.10 for every extra minute after 30minutes, i could have neglected my studies badly. if she hadn't forced me to go home everytime i feel like staying overnight at people's place, i wouldn't be the responsible person i am now (overnighters, don't get me wrong! the "home" concept is just very important to my family). if it hadn't been for her reminders every now and then, i would really have screwed up my studies BAD.

my mother and other family members like my grandmothers and angeline does play a big part in my life too. but it could be because she knows me just too well, enough to give me the guiding hand and the verbal cane. it helps that she is spiritual and homely. however old i am, i think i will still go back to her for advice and silly chats. from what i see,
siblings are probably a gift from God to individuals.

for me, big sister is always right.