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Welllllll this is the public blog, so the things written here should be more-or-less stomach-able. ;) So I guess this is where I say the mandatory line:
This blog documents the thoughts and growth process of:
A free soul roaming the world in search of some meaning to life.
Pretty sure that's not the exact way I phrased it when I had my old blog skin but WTV HAHA.
Oooooh wait I think I wrote it as "lonely soul" instead of "free soul". But hey guys I've grown out of that emoshitz phase already alright ;)
人生就是要盡情地瘋 ／ I am a free soul.
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Sunday, April 29, 2018 @ 10:37 PM
Now Playing: Autumn Finds Winter - YirumaWas seized with the sudden, intense urge to come here, and blog.
What extraordinary emotions I'm feeling now, listening to Yiruma's Autumn Finds Winter. Such a simple motif, and yet it moves me to my core. I'm not sure what of it arouses such acute senses within me. I think my brain may have linked it inextricably to the first night Alvin attended a music concert together with me - last night, as we sat in seats HC16 & 17 on the second circle of the Star Theatre, listening to Yiruma play on his grand piano.
It didn't feel like much then. I'm still not sure how last night affected me, or will come to affect me. Maybe my subconscious mind has internalised several of those new melodies I've heard for the first time last night, and linked them to different things which I felt in the time from then till now.
I went to my grandmother's house to celebrate her birthday (and allegedly, Mothers' Day) just now. My dad brought a large cake over - vanilla-flavoured, topped with fresh cream and strawberries, pre-ordered from Prima Deli - and the rest of my grandmother's children were there as well, together with their children and their children's children. Time flashed by right in front of my eyes then, as I watched how my aunts and uncles interacted with one another - it reminded me potently of the time when we stayed together with my grandmother at Holland Grove Road, when the paternal relatives would come over every now and then to have a chat.
Time flies, and now we are old. Older. I'm no longer as scared of them as I used to be; I'm no longer doubtful of my decisions and eager to impress them. I don't shy away from contact with them now, and I know that what they think about me has no power over the way I choose to exist. It's a strange thought. Now that I think back upon it, I'm not certain what made me so afraid of them in the past. As if I had to live up to pleasing them, and impressing them. Was I really such an unconfident child?
I went to Chinatown and OG with my parents just now. They bought two Hush Puppies luggages for me, in preparation for my trip to the States. And then we walked around, and ate dessert. And walked to buy bakkwa at a store. These times won't last. I observe the way my mum interacts with my dad, and vice versa, and I think - I know more about them now, and yet, how long can this last? I see their strengths and flaws now, and see how human they are. I no longer shy away from the thought that they, too, are humans. Like any other.
When we are young, when our parents are everything to us, we tend to think of them as perfect creatures. The world as a perfect place, without loopholes.
But as I grow up, I've come to know, more and more, that there are loopholes everywhere. We seem to know what we are doing, but in reality, what are we doing, really? We've established all these systems and institutions, the economy, politics, law - but even the law, the absolute law, has its loopholes. I don't think anyone truly knows what they are doing.
As a child I believed that the world was flawless.
Now I feel like we are just a species so extraordinarily lucky to be alive, to exist in this... spacetime fabric. What would you call it? This bubble, this space that we exist in? The 'world'? That seems insufficient, somehow. It's so improbable that I am here, at this moment, a combination of all the things that make up me and which have conspired together in the past to lead to something like me.
And what... scares me, is the inevitability of death and loss. Just as it was almost incomprehensible that I can exist right now, it is almost too easy that I can be gone. Our very existence seems like an extremity in probability. If that's the case, then... It's not easy for me to believe that we are the product of a string of coincidences. There must be so much more to the spacetime we occupy that we think. We are merely ants in the face of the universe, microbes. Unseeable. And unseen. Unless you know where to look. Which means that a much more intelligent assembly must exist, somewhere out there. Maybe beyond our current range of sight.
We are so.. frail. So fragile, and small. Minute. Infinitely small.
What are we?
I have the nagging, and somewhat fearful thought, that it will all end soon.
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Friday, April 13, 2018 @ 4:30 PM
Eating as a form of distractionA little frustrated (TN: VERY frustrated) that I can't seem to get a perfect piece of recording for the piano songs that I play. Every time I record, I'll seem to get distracted in the middle of the recording, be it by my own mistakes, or the sound of the dog scratching itself, or the incessant whine of the drills that start playing in the background due to construction. Or by the sound of the lift doors opening and the dog jumping up and running towards the door. Or by the thought of someone opening the front door and coming into the room when I am recording.
And when I get distracted, I make a mistake. Or mistakes. Then my brain would focus on the mistake. And I would make more mistakes.
What will allow me to keep playing within the flow? Within my own little bubble of space and intensity, without allowing my mind to drift even when I make a mistake? How do I keep my mind focused on the moment of playing instead of elsewhere?
I see now that this is probably what Coach Yakov (Yuri!!! On Ice) meant when he said that Yuri Plisetsky lacked experience in competitions; Yurio would get nervous, and then that nervousness causes him to miss his jumps. Somehow, every performer, every athlete, will need to be able to control their minds and their minds' wanderings, directing those wanderings into better executing whatever it is that they are executing instead of allowing them to distract them from the executions. It probably requires some sort of training or experience to be able to reroute one's mind immediately when such distractions occur.
Sigh. It's frustrating indeed. But I probably ought to give myself time.
And I probably need to eat less snacks or else I'd be back to my pre-France uni (plumper) self in no time. -sigh- back to top?
Wednesday, April 11, 2018 @ 12:10 PM
One of those daysAm having a hard time focusing on doing any one thing! And the time just whiles away like that, as I am jumping between many different trains of thoughts and tasks.
If that's the case, then I believe I should take a break for a while, and let my body do what it needs me to allow it to do! Before I can find back my focus again.
Right. Okay. Glad that I decided not to go down to Tai Seng to return my TravelClef Flexi-piano today. My body and mind just isn't in the mood to get out of the house, much less to somewhere so far away and annoying.
Right. Looks like today's one of those days where one is just less "productive", then! Although resting is definitely a productive thing to do.
Chill, girl. Nothing is going wrong. Things will proceed at their own time. And more importantly, no matter what happens, you will still survive. So all will be well. Relax.
[update - after lunch]
Ate ramen for lunch. But that's not the point HAHA.
One of those days in which you're just like 'fuck the world' (probably because you are in pain and you can't really do anything to give yourself less pain)
The caramel-filled dark chocolate from Bruges helped though. It was a really good piece of chocolate. Oui.
Monday, April 9, 2018 @ 10:17 PM
A foggy world(?)I don't write down my feelings as much now as I did in the past, and the things that I write about have changed. I used to be more concerned about people of the opposite gender - whoever it is I was having a "crush" on or whom I was more preoccupied with at the moment - and affected by how they treat me, but now I'm more... stable in this regard, I suppose. That's good. Now I'm more concerned about my future goals, and the general direction in which I want my life to take. Looking back at the recent entries within the past year, I'd say that this is something which has been taking up a lot of my mental space. But I guess I can safely say that I'm closer to the light than I was in the past. Last time, I'd be wandering around in the fog, and not see anything at all. Then there reached a point where some light started to come into my foggy world, but because of the nature of fog, the light is dispersed; I see the entire fog being illuminated, and it doesn't help me any more than darkness does. And then now, I've pushed through the water vapour enough to see the light starting to narrow down. I can almost see where its source comes from, if I keep pushing forward in the same direction. Although I know it'll still be a long way to go; the fog being me is still illuminated, albeit to a minutely less extent than the fog in front of me - and that's how I know where to go - but it'll still take a while for me to reach the source of that light. But it's definitely better than darkness. Or an all-round illumination. Definitely.
Who knows, maybe the further I trace the source of this beam, I might suddenly find myself coming face to face with a mirror and realise that the light was only reflected in the current direction due to that mirror. But I'll deal with it when that comes. Most importantly, for now, I at least have some sort of direction to follow - some sort of hint regarding where I should go next. And this makes all the difference to my world.
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Wednesday, April 4, 2018 @ 6:16 PM
Don't know why I'm writing this down
Sometimes, there's this urge, this craving inside of me which can only be satiated by playing the piano.
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@ 4:01 PM
We call everything on the ice, "love".
一人で抱えるには大きすぐ夢じゃなきゃ、辿り着けない場所がある。The first anime I'd watch over and over again (and I have done that). :'( It taught me so much - about dreams, perseverance, hard work, and people.
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@ 12:12 PM
A bit of self-observation,My imagination motivates my dreams. What I see in them will determine whether or not I will continue down the paths which I am currently on.
What motivates my imagination then, you'll say?
My experiences. And I believe that there is be a bit of choice involved in shaping these experiences, because sometimes, I can choose the experiences which I want to go through.
Other times though, these experiences come completely unexpected.
And so I see, I imagine, I decide, and then I adapt.
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