Monthly Archives: June 2008

A train derailed in Shandong.

Hurricane wrecked Myanmmar.

Typhoon struck the Philippines.

Earthquake scattered Sichuan.

In Korea, protest against imported beef. In Malaysia, protest against the fuel price.

With no less importance, this week, 200 letterbox were stolen by metal thieves from two HDB estates. Earlier this year, a Singpost van was reported to be missing.

Say no to everything you don’t love. And see what will happen.

They ate mutton stew at Arab Street and were reminded of the Kosher Delicassen in Closing Time at the Second Avenue Deli. They talked about best collections of short stories as if talking about good years of wines. Because of a book they want to visit a city. Compared to MFA experience, MBA looks pathetic.

This morning I took a train. And for the first time I noticed cabines are numbered. Stopped in front of me was cabin No. 2046.

How I wish I could point out other people’s mistakes straightforwardly instead of not passing judgement and playing saints. How I wish people would not bounce back witty refutations. How I wish if I send a message I don’t need to point my phone to the Singtel tower when signal sucks so much, or wait until I get out of the lift.

Born as a bacterium,

migrating from human to chicken to horse,

I thought I was a globetrotter,

I don’t want to be scrutinized

under a microscopic lense,

In some thick solutions

of a petri dish

I did the best I can

Multiplying myself 2,000 times

I need to understand my failure

 

I need to understand my failure

says the lab assistant

These unspeaking spores

and lab machines

are centrifuging my dreams.

Filtration of joys

Precipitation of boredom

If I hadn’t chosen science,

I would be a pilot

flying over the blue ocean.

 

 

They don’t exist.

Somewhere somehow you could send sms to a chandelier and unlike many of your half-hearted friends it will read it. Industrial designer Ron Arad did exactly this, in his 2006 work Lolita comprised of 2000 plus crystals and 1000 plus LEDs forming a spiral band of screen that displays your glowing message. 

After so many trial and error, I have fewer things than I’ve ever had in life. This is a game of bonuses and traps. Grab the bonus points. Avoid traps. Should I remembered this basic rule, I won’t assume more attempts would result in more winnings, as if life is a lottery. It is not a lottery,  and people are not queued up for it. But if I had been calculating the risk, I would miss so many pleasures, so many experiences. Blindfolded I was like, taste the bonus with the same zealousness as tasting the poisons. Emerge scattered, almost screwed, and smiled.