I look good on a barbeque…

Today, I had an interesting discussion on food. The point is to identify the relationship between eating patterns and a particular culture. We did a mini field trip, surveying the students in NUS.

The question i asked was ‘ Do you live to eat or eat to live? ‘

Apparently, almost all chose the former, which is interesting. I remembered the many times Singaporeans would queue for hours for a particular free gift, discounts or food. It seems like our tendency to join queues is essentially inoculated by our own culture. Its funny to see how Aunties would always ask about the benefits even if its just a survey. I dont know if other countries practise the same kiasu-ism as Singaporeans. But we are definitely in the top few in terms of ranking. haha.

Tomorrow’s tutorial will be quite exciting. We are discussing about whether Porn is Evil. Hmm. I shall discuss with a totally alternative viewpoint. Porn is essentially good as far as i am concern. I mean, it does not mean that over exposure of porn makes one more perversed, or more inclined in deviance. If thats the case, almost all guys are already in jail. I mean, which guy don’t watch porn? haha.

And work is piling up. Time to pace up.

I lost the drive that I found several months back. Now i am single and without drive. F my life. haha

I think I have changed.

It is not biological or emotional changes. It is more acquired and learnt. I guess University education has subconsciously given me a holistic view of life. Interestingly, the different stuffs I learnt has subtlely changed my perspectives in life and has assimilated into my daily lives.

I would not say I have become more matured just because I club less often than i used to. It does not translate in this way. Ha. I like to observe the surroundings. The funny thing is, the more i observe, the scarier i felt. I guess as you grow up, the risk you take diminishes. The chances you can take, limited. The fears that surround you, limitless.

Actually, I do like photographs. Photographs are symbols of my life. As one China guy put it in aptly written chinese,

”The outcome of true love is the memories you have struggled to hoard by and for yourself in the process of loving someone.”

I think it is fascinating. We are actively looking for love in order to build memories for ourselves. It is as if saying memories are transient and we need to constantly regulate them with photographs, texts, videos. It is also interesting to note that, underneath all the love, we are still essentially primitive. Maybe Becarria was right in some ways, humans are intrinsically selfish. And this selfishness saw parallelism in the way we are so fond of keeping memories because memories are essentially a need for us to sustain happiness. haha. But maybe, we should not be that critical.

Recently, photographs fascinates me. I like them, but it does not necessarily suggest that I am soon becoming a cam whore. ha. Pictures are subtle, yet they speak alot. As much as people always tell me that they are jaded because they cannot find love, I realised I cannot sympatise with them anymore.

I flipped through the photos that i took with my friends, my ex-es and what not. I realised, I did experience love, and in fact plentiful. Yet all the time, I have been searching for this great, cannot-live-without-you love  Yet, these pictures whizz past like they are just junks.

I failed to learn from my past, from the memories, that I did love and experience being loved. It is just so easy to forget the past and take the present for granted.

In fact, these pictures are one of the most tangible forms one can get out from memories. Your mind weakens, some memories lost. But pictures, they bridge the mind and the unconsciously deteriorating memories. So next time, look at the pictures.

For all you know, you might have experienced love more than anyone else you think and thought they had.

Benji

MY MUM ADDED ME IN MSN! LoL

Weekend was busy like F…. I received a call from Jack Jack.

First thing that came out from his mouth: ” Eh cheebye! know who i am not? KNN! ”

Well… It definitely ruined my day but then i love it when he does that. I would say both of us seem to achieve maximum adrenaline provoking each other, as if such insults to each other appears innate. Weird.

If someone were to tell jokes about my parents, saying she slept with a dog when i was born or something, i would be infuriated.

However, when Jack told me that he slept with my mum, I burst out laughing. i have no idea why. But i was pretty i could not attend his POP in Tekong. Its on a Tuesday. Sorry dude.. But be enthralled and all but remember, i heard your ORD is like 2010? I do not even wanna go into the exact date. Sorry man, I dont even think 2009’s organiser is out or rather the calendar.. LOL

Anyway just for laughs

I am still a little confused with the interface of WordPress. Customising the entire wordpress is a bitch. The only thing i edited was the header picture, which by the way was from the movie Grindhouse. I simply love the 70s 80s feel about the picture giving reminiscence back to the era of Exploitation films, where extreme sex and violence in movies were met with cult success.

Anyway, i have decided to have the change from Blogger to WordPress because i felt its time where simplicity works for me. I have decided that WordPress will give me an easier approach to blogging. Simple to read and easy to comprehend. Yup.

Just to end this entry. Lets put a smile on your face!