The beginning.

We start from the chalky lines marked by the faded footsteps of our forefathers. We're lucky, so very lucky - the propitious momentum of time have chosen to bless us in tandem with science's fancy predilections for the class with the upper hand. Bestowed upon us is an inch, an inch to step ahead. A step ahead is nothing, but everything to being a step ahead of staying ahead. And so we bask in our new found glory - but hold. Don't thank the justice served by the laws of science, really. Tributes aside, we were evidently found to be noteworthy for such a benediction in the first place. Why bother running when one is already ahead?

The race.

It continues, as we trudge along the sedimentary path of assumed victory. Sluggish as we go, they inch up. We hesitate, and in our lackadaisical attempts towards progress, they inch up. Again, and again. And not before long, they will be against those rocks, towering over us like mounts of disgruntled grey pebbles (so unceremoniously uprooted from their sleepy stupors every time we kicked them.) "It could happen, perhaps. It is possible, perhaps. But seriously, who do those insignificant imbeciles think they are? Really now."

It continues, so we continue. We continue, with our freeze frames at poised angles of unabashed composure. We take the time to smile at the shutter with every step, but little did we know the secret of the race - the end will always be out of sight.

Did we stop running? Should we stop running? Are we running?

Like a herd of disoriented sheep, we are blinded by our paradoxical actions. But sheep, they know how to run. They will run wild and run free while we stay in our ring of cultural myopism. Every inch closer brings us nearer to the edge. We followed our eyes to the crash that day, safely blinded, rudely shocked.

Where are we, now?

Labels: Ramblings, Thoughts

As the off-tangent mixture of whimsical events of the day gather around in a little cloud of thought in my head, it seems to have an uncanny ability to simultaneously induce some sort of natural seretonin synthesis (or at least something to that extent). Before I proceed to somewhat shut out the rest of the world in the commencement (or bid to) of my crazymuggingschedule, I will now sleep on a happy note (:

The words the happy say
Are paltry melody
But those the silent feel
Are beautiful --
- Emily Dickinson

Labels: Thoughts

6 months, and the clockwork has been running since the end of the semester. Revival was a rather gratifying experience in the takeaways. Finally got down to better understanding myself; oddly enough the first day was spent lamenting about my late submission of design henceforth having no more models and having to model my design as a last resort. Not quite sure whether it was because the entire idea of modelling just seemed uncongenial to me or otherwise, but nevertheless managed to work through it. Something alongside introverted tendencies worked to my advantage; got to know a bunch of truly fabulous people much better than I used to, made a few new acquaintances and essentially all went well (:

RMUN was tiring but fun, got to know very very nice people (who're incidentally all hp students, but then again half of hissoc's from hp). Finally getting my huge break from the leave-home-at7am, come-back-at-10pm lifestyle. Can't say I didn't thoroughly enjoy myself though, despite going to the NAFA's FYP Runway Show 2009 in my school shirt and icky sandals. In the 2 hours of blasting stereos, the sudden serenity of silence in one's room feels starkly strange, for a lack of better vocabulary. In reflection, fulfillment can be a derivative from vastly deviant sources once one takes the time to appreciate it (and in that sense, I'm glad I did).

Labels: Events