Words to kill; words to heal.

"If your lips would keep from slips,
Five things observe with care;
To whom you speak;
Of whom you speak;
And how, and when, and where."

Mid year resolution! Watch my tongue. Ecclesiastis 3:7 "A time to keep silent; a time to speak.". Ecclesiastis 10: 12 "The words of a wise man's mouth are gracious, But the lips of a fool shall swallow him up;"

The Global Phenomenon of EMO.

-Emo- seems to have gained much popularity as a relatively trendy term among my peers and many worldwide (so I ignorantly presume).

I have pondered long and hard over my distate for the term and I have come up with a couple of reasons.

Firstly, I do not like over-emotional, self-indulgent, self-pitying states of mind, where we wallow in one another's pathos and overwhelming sense of emotion. Of course in saying this I take it that I could be wholly and completely wrong about exactly what the term -emo- encompasses and means to different people and I shall accept rebuke for that. But simply said, I just don't like the idea of collective pensiveness.

Secondly, I am of the view that the term over-generalizes and makes trifle of something that is in actual fact, very powerful. I must first qualify that I only speak from observation and not from experience and therefore I can be entirely wrong. Continuing nonetheless, the term -emo- is oft-used whenever anyone is in a pensive mood, or is contemplating the status of his life, friends etc etc. I believe in the power of these thoughts because they are indicative of what we call introspection. Introspection is not to be trifled away by slapping on a generic, derogatory term, -emo-. My opinion is that, the term -emo- reduces these retrospective thoughts to mere flighty musings and prevents them from going further to effect actual change. Of course this is the way I feel as regards my own life, if I were to constantly profess that I am in an -emo- mood whenever my mind gets to thinking about my life etc. Other people who actually indulge in the usage of this term may feel contrary to the way I do and I am not trying to generalize experiences.

All in all, I may appear rather nitpick-ey in making all these detailed observations when it's actually not even a cause for concern BUT. Haha it's ok I don't care.

Legs in Yellow Shoes

Let's wiggle our toes in anticipation of the end of exams, which marks the end of all obligatory reading. *yay*

oh sigh.

There are people who stand up on a raised platform that is manufactured from their perceived sense of individuality, something resultant from not being part of -the crowd-, from being different. And they create this pedestal from what they deem is actually the differences between them and the majority (and are proud on it). And they look down at others and smirk at them for their conforming ways, for being so weak and homogenous and blending into the crowd - for being so useless like everyone else. And these people on the pedestal group together, many little different pedestals together, and find strength in their numbers. At this point, how much of a difference is there between them that stand above and the little plebeians whom they mock below? Not much I tell you, not much. For both the ascendant and the descendant classes rely on the strength of the herd. Perhaps even the people we mock might have it better. At least they admit to being part of the cumbersome herd. While we who sit up there, whisper and talk and sneak around stealthily to find others who are like-minded and in the secret recluse of our own pathos, we yearn for affirmation of our difference, to prove to us that our differences are valid and not only valid, ther are supeiror. And we, up on the queen's throne, may think we have earned ourselves a place to sit there in our resplendent self-indulgence and mock at others' self-indulgences. But the truth is, we are all one and the same. For though we may not conform to the majority who self-indulge, we still indulge in ourselves and our prideful sense of being Different.

Tsk tsk, woe betide us all who judge. For why do you look upon the speck in your brother's eye when there is a beam in your own eye; for the bible tells me so.

(And now that I have typed this pedantic exposition, I have succesfully pushed my very favourite shooting girl picture down so that when I open my page and can no longer look at laugh. oh sighh.)

I Will Shoot You

I will shoot you if I have to put up with Any more of your ridiculous bullshit girlish nonsense; all you silly Girls. Tuh!

Sometimes..

Sometimes, this makes me very happy.



And sometimes, I just want to be like this:



*piak* Don't tell me about the world.

Hahaha.

Face Saturday

Presenting, the -sheng face- series.

"Look! I can suck my cheeks in my face so as to create more surface area and therefore, more light on my skin!"



"Puffer fish face. Again, in the attempt to fully maximize the macbook effects function! See how I catch different colours on my face?"



"Oh here's me trying to look handsome and suave." (so not working)



"And when I actually decide to look like a normal person, I have to traumatize my friends sitting next to me by forcing a peace sign in front of the camera! Whee!"



"Alas! I can actually smile properly!"



"Oh oops! relapse! Back to my retarded faces. The normal face thing didn't last too long."