Preliminary thoughts of an overschooled student of the worldly philosophy

Note: This be the first in my newly created “Notes” (awaiting renaming) category where I sketched some ideas/thoughts quickly and irresponsibly. Today is another of those days that would go down as hugely significant in the story of my life. Teeheehee. One of my greatest laments about my favourite science (Economics) is the little elbow room it allows for creativity and self-expression. I relish its explanations about the world, but why can I not explain…

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喜欢一个人的感觉是阵龙卷风

题记:也就是再稀松平常不过的一个早晨,在姗姗来迟去上课的路上,看到了一个带着笑的脸庞。那瞬间,我的腰好像被时光撞了一下,有所停滞。那时刻,众荷喧哗,你虽不是最温婉的一朵,却也是唯一落进我瞳孔里的独一无二。我想象那该有电影画面般戏剧化的柔光,洒在你近镜头的睫毛搁下了一道道撩人的阴影。我的表情是和善的内心很骚动,连遗传的脱氧核糖核酸都在颤抖。然后希望开始腾空之余郁闷紧随。

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我不是杨过

南洋理工大学是一座岛国之内以西的荒岛。校内的环境虽不至于鸟语花香历史源远流长,整体上还是相当另人满意的。我喜欢走在这新加坡式干净整洁的围城里,穿梭于一张张写满了稚嫩的车如流水人如龙。当然那些很断井颓垣的老宿舍还是很值得另人发指。而举凡新加坡人津津乐道的话题之一永远与食物有关,所以刚进南大不久就有若干人向我警惕食堂B。而我作为南大的莘莘学子之一,在校内莫大的嗜好就是吃火锅。是从2007年和中学朋友一起跨年吃火锅开始吧,那种很团圆很其乐融融的氛围比汤味还让人享受,我津津乐道于那种大口喝汤大声说话,和热闹打交道,把食料搅和的感觉。烟雾袅袅升起,为和你一起进膳的伙伴脸上赋上了很脱尘的朦胧感。好像我们是在刀尖舔着血过日子的江湖汉子。所以恰逢附近的时候我都会很惯性地建议Li Ting吃火锅,然后再把经济攻读。

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While my ukulele gently weeps

I have grown very fond of the ukulele. As far as I am subjectively concerned, it’s my oasis of peace in the midst of life’s stresses. Even if the noise that came out of my hands takes peace away from others. Heh. As someone who feels her emotions with a laser-like intensity, and at the same time, with the brevity of a shooting star – leisure, the Arts, my ukulele have become major vessels into…

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The benefit of unemployment for farmers in Singapore

Urban farming is back in vogue in the Tan family these days, proudly brought to the forth by my mom who has been unemployed due to health reasons. For the most part, farming and plants are in our blood. Made in China and not a member of the elite class mah. I fondly remember planting a mango seed into a pot (and it did grow) before I left for Singapore, of which was subsequently given…

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I long to see the castle in your head

I long to see the castle in your head Brass walls of moribund defense, vines of fatalism raging upwards towards your clock tower From those heights you could see the world, you’ll see me lay down at your feet With nothing to show for except a reckless courage (fools rush in where angels fear to tread) Should I attempt a Signum Crucis, while you meditate in those naked sewers But I’ve never been the religious…

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Student life and its discontents

I have never felt more popular in my life than on the 24th of February, when I loaded my replacement SIM card into a laoya pok pok fit-for-military Nokia phone to find 7 missed calls (from 7 different people) and a deluge of texts. The night before I had meet Cheryl for a preview screening of Man On the Ledge (surprisingly funny for a psychological thriller movie, and too much Hollywood cheesiness by the way),…

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On mission for Valentine’s Day, 2012

Every once in a while, we meet someone who brings out the parts of ourselves that we didn’t know existed, the latent talents, energies, emotions we’ve never experienced before… And when it happens, that’s constituent of what it means to say that the value of love is to inspire you. It was just another ordinary day for lunch, and in the midst of the “clinking” and “clanking” of cutlery against plates and everyday people going…

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Destiny: The economics of connecting the dots

Life should be lived in the moment. With the past behind us (sunk costs) and the future beyond complete certainty, we can only make plans and do what we can. Every attempt an experience gained, every pain more spirit attained (like an RPG game except that there are no save points and therefore no reloads nor resets). I think a lot, and then I do stupid things, and at the end of the day I…

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Poetry 2.0 on Prezi: Y/N?

The context: This really is not so much poetry as high-tech ranting. Which I like. Always take something social and find a way to speak your own voice into it, locating that “inmost secrets of art” between sympathy and pride (The Gift, Creativity and the Artist in the Modern World). This really came out of a lunch conversation I had with DJ. We’re both geeky in our own ways and on missions and was relating…

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