Thursday, September 8, 2011

Betrothed unto the enemy

I cannot, and will not, ever be satisfied. Satisfaction comes from completion and wholeness, like when you finish a painting or an essay, and you look at it and feel a sense of achievement. Complete is something I will never be. Not even close.
I will always be the traitor. I will always be drawn to betrayal, like those insects fly towards the bright, burning light. Only difference is that they don't know that it will kill them; I know it kills me. Whether I want to betray myself or not, I always will. That is who I am, and long ago I was already given over (but it is not an excuse). 





There is something too strong that always pulls me away from what I feel should be right, and it separates me from achieving that right. 


Instinct tells me that there should not be two sides fighting inside me. I should not be a contradiction.


Ever wondered why you're still searching? There's your my answer.


BATTER my heart, three person'd God; for, you 
As yet but knocke, breathe, shine, and seeke to mend; 
That I may rise, and stand, o'erthrow mee,'and bend 
Your force, to breake, blowe, burn and make me new. 
I, like an usurpt towne, to'another due,         5
Labour to'admit you, but Oh, to no end, 
Reason your viceroy in mee, mee should defend, 
But is captiv'd, and proves weake or untrue. 
Yet dearely'I love you,'and would be loved faine, 
But am betroth'd unto your enemie:  10
Divorce mee,'untie, or breake that knot againe; 
Take mee to you, imprison mee, for I 
Except you'enthrall mee, never shall be free, 
Nor ever chast, except you ravish mee.

- John Donne


Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Beauty is in the eye of the (conditioned) beholder

I know I could probably be prettier if I made the effort.

I could probably be less frumpy, be more daring, make a statement (hopefully a good one) with what I'm wearing.

But that requires effort.

Wearing contacts for a day at uni is just not worth it.

I'm happy for you guys to see me in my hobo/grandpa jumpers.

Nice clothes are nice, but they're only nice because you get to wear them when you feel like dressing up, right?

You know how there are girls that always wear makeup, but you don't really notice it until one day they don't? Yeah you've been conditioned to appreciate them with makeup on. Truth is, when you know someone well and see them often, you either

a) think they're really pretty all the time or
b) don't even notice how they look anymore.

It's just one way our brains simplify all the information they receive.

If I wore makeup on a regular basis there would be too many days where I'd feel lazy and not wear it, so I'm conditioning you guys to see me without it (and you don't even notice I'm doing that). And hopefully you will be pleasantly surprise by how much improvement there can be when I do make the effort.

On the odd occasion when I want to feel pretty.

Friday, July 29, 2011

Mistakes and wrongdoing

How do we define what is "wrong"? Furthermore, how do we define morality? Why do we just roll our eyes at some mistakes, while we're crushed by others? Why does there seem to be a set of (sometimes unspoken) rules that govern what is "right"?

We all make mistakes. On the one hand, there are mistakes that don't really matter. We forgot to bring an umbrella. We couldn't execute that sonata perfectly. Whatever. There are some things where we expect perfection of ourselves. We expect that we should be able to do it flawlessly, but we know that we can never get it right 100% of the time, because that's just the limit of control we have over our actions.

On the other hand, some mistakes have the ability to rip us apart. Like unfaithfulness in a marriage. Obviously.

Obviously? I don't think so. It's obvious when we say it like that. Stealing is bad. Lying is bad. Killing is bad. It's obvious that certain mistakes are "bad" when we state it on its own. If a speaker we up the front saying something like that, this would be the appropriate time for us, and everyone around us to agree and nod sagely.

How do we define "bad"? Mostly, we go by consensus- "If the rest of the world would disapprove, then it's bad". In the most extreme cases, we judge how big a mistake we have made based on how we might be punished in a court of law. But who makes a decision in the court of law? A judge (a person), based on what the rest of society (people) think. What if people changed their minds over time... as they have?

When we start judging an act against how would be treated for it, I think we've missed the point. Our lives start becoming about our actions. Yes, life is made up of actions, and we choose them carefully, but I find it impossible to achieve satisfaction in actions (...coming from a girl who studies with all that she has to get the best marks she can). No matter how much I do, I can't feel successful unless my heart is in it.

Back to mistakes. Stealing is bad. Lying is bad. Killing is bad. The 10 Commandments say so. Yay, more rules. This time, bad is put forward as something that God says is bad. And if God says it is, it must be. It is authoritative and therefore must be followed (otherwise we will all be rejected and commanded by God to burn in hell).

Again, I think we've missed the point. When we start reading the 10 Commandments as rules of what we must not do, our purpose becomes to stay away from those actions. Which is not a bad goal, except that that's just not the point. Our lives should not revolve around the actions we should and should not do, and therefore the actions that we choose to do and not to do. Actions are a result of thoughts and values, and all those things we cannot see except by actions. Sometimes, different thoughts and beliefs can lead to the same actions, but can leave us with completely different aftertastes.

Example 1, where life is about staying away from actions that are "bad". We are so focused on actions that we do not consider our thoughts, but the process happens anyway.
Thought: Stealing is bad. Society/God says it is bad, and therefore that is the measure by which I will be judged. I will be resented for my actions, and therefore I will not steal.

In this situation, I would feel... restrained. Disregarding whether or not we want to judge the action of stealing as bad, I would feel that I wasn't allowed to do what I really wanted to do, and there would be bitterness and anger at those who didn't allow me to get what I wanted, bubbling below the surface.

Example 2, where we understand that actions are a result of our thoughts and values.
Thought: People value their possessions. I value my possessions. If someone stole something that I valued, I would be heartbroken. Therefore I will not steal.

I come away from the situation at peace, even though I probably wouldn't even think twice about what happened.

When we start to think like this, we start to consider the heart. The heart is something so precious within each of us. Each mistake or wrongdoing costs someone. When I steal from you, it costs you that possession. When I lie to you (yes, even white lies), it costs me the trust between us. I want my actions not to hurt your hearts, and to do this I need to use my own heart, because thoughts lead to actions, and at the end of the day, thoughts are values are that which we hold close to us, and we need to use our hearts to believe them strongly.

God understands people's hearts. He values them, and it pains him to see us trashing others. And so he judges wrongdoing against how much it damages each of our hearts and the hearts of the people around us. We don't live by rules that govern what we do, we live by holding each other in the highest regard and protecting their hearts, and aligning our thoughts and actions accordingly. He doesn't want us to pay for our wrongdoings- He wants us to realise His wisdom.

Let me finish by explaining my point above about achieving satisfaction through actions only when your heart is in it. I study hard, I don't think that surprises anybody. But as much as I do, I cannot do the action of studying simply for the sake of it. The heart that goes along with it is the will to do everything I can with the intellect that I have been given, so that I can honour the giver. When I do, whether or not I achieve the grades I want to- although the blessing usually comes in the form of good marks- I am satisfied. I cannot do anything (well) unless all of me is in it.


Monday, July 25, 2011

Things you should know by now: How to say no to catching up

"Sorry, I'm really busy at the moment."

"Yeah sure." *gazes out into space*

"Sorry, but my parents/boyfriend/spouse/partner wouldn't be happy."

"Yeah, text me."

"Sorry, but I have to take my grandmother/little sister/long lost cousins to the museum/city/convention for people who collect star wars figurines/world championships for people who can stand on their head the longest/*insert other outrageous event here*

"Yeah, in the holidays."

"Sorry, I'm broke."

"Yeah how about *this time when I know you're never free*?"

"I'm (not) sorry, I DON'T WANT TO."

Saturday, July 16, 2011

Just like you

I know you, because I'm exactly like you.

You don't believe it, do you? I tend to do a really good job of being seen as the definition of "good" (I know this because you tell me), while at the same time I know I can't be, all while fighting my own pride to show that at the end of the day, I'm just like you.

I know what it means to be insecure. I know how many times those words they said are replayed in your mind. And even when they don't say it, I know how you say it to yourself for them, and you damn yourself for it, over and over again.

You're never good enough, are you?

Those words are powerful, I know. And you don't forgive yourself easily, either.

You aren't ready to open up to them. You don't want them to see you as you are, because don't want to give them anything to use against you. You don't want them to be able to count your failings when they're deciding whether or not to trust you again.

I may be incapable of fully loving you, but I love you, because when I look at you, I can see myself, weak and vulnerable and broken, struggling to break free of the words that weigh you down. I know that while it's not what you're willing to say you need, you need it, because I do too.

Please let me in.

I can't promise that I will never hurt you, because I'm just like you, and you understand how sometimes you lack the courage to love instead of hurt someone. As much as I would like to, I will not let myself promise never to hurt you. I will always try to show you how much you're worth, but I know that I'm not capable of making you whole.

Saturday, May 7, 2011

Happy Birthday Jane

Dear Jane,

Happy Birthday.

I haven't seen you in so long.

Whenever I think of you, it's like I'm 5/6/7/8/9 again, running around backstage in Dewan Sri Pinang, dancing a bit better to make sure we get selected, getting ready for our ballet exam, gossiping under my dresser, stressing out about exam results, crouching down and staring at some poor dying worm, sharing everything we knew about the world.

Remember your 8th or 9th birthday at McDonald's Green Lane? Yeah when I got home I kept that balloon you gave me in between my bed and the wall until it shrivelled up completely and there was no air in it anymore.

Now you don't have birthday parties at McDonald's anymore, now you don't care about dying worms anymore, now you've finished ballet, now you can drive, now you have a boy, now you're almost not a teenager anymore.

You're so pretty now, and whenever I see photos of you and your boy, of you and the girls going out to dinner with the guys, at parties, I kinda wish I were there with you.

I miss you heaps.

Jia Tian

Sunday, April 17, 2011

For the love of humanity

Perhaps no other in the world feels like this, or perhaps the words are simply seldom uttered. Whatever the case, I shall try to articulate these intricate, deep-seated emotions, as to try to increase the pool of writings on this subject.

Of late I find myself increasingly dwelling upon the love that exists between common humanity- not specifically that which exists between a man and his wife, or a parent and a child, or even the members of a nation. This love extends far beyond any association- it is more pure and simple than that, and closer, I believe, to what ought to be.

This love simply treasures all that is human. Accepting of various imperfections, it always strives for something more honourable. It believes that the present state of being need not be so, yet embraces all that is good. It continues to hope, and perseveres until that good comes to be. It commands respect, yet does not demand it. It holds dear precious thoughts when apart, and manifests itself in unexplainable joy of company.

Though often expressed in words designed to warm the heart, this love is by nature fierce. If need be, it has the courage to defend to the death for what is right, for it is as strong as death itself.

I love you.