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Life’s Too Short to be Anything but Beautiful May 15, 2011

Posted by Nemuu in Stuff I Wride.
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Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. There is beauty in everything, but not everyone sees it. You could say it’s a cruel world we live in, but I think it’s beautiful. That doesn’t mean I’m naive. I just choose to live, and live beautifully.

Today, there seem to be a lot of broken hearts out there. The Internet is practically littered with them. Girls who are so broken they can’t get past it. Beautiful girls. And I don’t mean physically; I honestly think there’s something about being broken that makes you beautiful in your own way. It does make me sad sometimes – I wish I could blow fairydust on all these girls and cure their hearts. Everybody deserves to be happy. How long do you need to punish yourself before you can ever begin to forgive yourself?

Don’t get me wrong – I never said I wasn’t a little broken myself. I still beat myself up over past mistakes and regrets, over sins that shame me that I know I can never get past, still can’t forgive myself for things in the past that I let happen. I’ve been at the lowest point of my life, and stayed there – for about five months. I know what it’s like to wake up in the mornings feeling completely void and empty inside, to spend my weekdays going through the motions at work, weekends staying in bed all day. I’ve lost faith. I’ve had days where I can’t think of a single thing to live for. I’ve grappled with hope that didn’t stay for long. I know what it’s like. Trust me.

But the thing is, I chose to get back on my own two feet. One day I was in bed the whole day, trying to sleep off the pain, and when I was done with that, I decided I had to pull myself together. It was about time. And when you put your life back together, it means taking the lessons you’ve learnt from your past. Lessons, not traumas. Not phobias. No, nothing of the sort. You can’t be so afraid to live that you miss out on all the beautiful things life has to offer. Just because one person broke your trust, it doesn’t mean you should never trust again. I’m not saying you should keep naively trusting everyone; just trust wisely.

It makes me wonder if the world has always been this way: full of beautiful girls who can’t get back on their feet because they fell in love too young. Has it? Or is it the present culture that glorifies love too much, which at the same time glorifies broken hearts? Songs, movies, dramas – they make people want to fall in love, and when people fall out, they make them stay there. I mean, if someone broke your heart, the songs you listen to, naturally, are the ones that you relate to. Songs about the broken-hearted. And if you keep listening to these songs, how do you get out of this supermassive black hole you’ve fallen into? Or maybe we’re just putting too much blame on the media, because it’s so easy, and because they make it so easy.

So how do you get back on your feet? I can’t tell you; no one can. It’s a choice you have to make, and once you’ve made that choice, it’s really up to you how you pull yourself together.

And although I may say that being broken makes you beautiful in its own way, consider this: have you ever looked at someone and noticed how their smile lit up the room? I’m not talking about someone you love, whose smile brightens your gloomy days. I’m talking about a complete stranger or someone you know, maybe in photographs or possibly in real life, who smiled and made you fall in love with their smile because of how happy they looked and how their happiness made them glow. Believe me, there are actually people like that. I’ve seen them.

And these are the people who inspired me to want to live beautifully. So what if they’re not rich and famous, so what if they’re not stick-thin models walking the runway, so what if they’re just normal, ordinary people? They’re happy and they have smiles that can light up the night sky. If you saw them, too, you would never ask how I knew they were happy. With these people, you can tell that their smiles are genuine. Yes, I’m aware that there are people who hide behind fake smiles; but there are also people who could never hide Happy if they tried.

I want to live life that way. With the kind of smile that could light up the whole world. Because life’s a bush of roses – you can either cling on to the thorns or get to the flower at the top. Your choice.


General Knowledge (or lack thereof) May 13, 2011

Posted by Nemuu in Stuff I Wride.
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the Scorpio constellation (right) and the Milky Way

If there’s one thing our generation craves, it’s being heard. From weather reports to political support, sports to religion – basically anything and everything under the sun (and moon) – if we’ve got something to say about it, we’ll make sure we get our say if it’s the last thing we do. The popularity of social outlets and networking sites Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, Blogger, etc. etc. (the list goes on) is clear testament of this craving to let our voices be heard. The problem is, how much of what we’re saying is actually worth saying at all?

To demonstrate my point, let me begin with an example: the Great East Japan Earthquake that occurred on March 11th this year. With a magnitude of 9.0, accompanied by tsunamis and followed by the Fukushima nuclear accidents, Japan became the highlight and focal point of every news media in the world for weeks. Obviously, it could never escape the attention of our Babbling Generation.

One teenager’s comment that struck out to me the most went something along the lines of ‘Japan is being punished for the atrocities they committed during World War Two’. Stop and think for a moment. Does that sound about right to you?

Personally, I think Singapore’s social studies programmes seem to have been implemented successfully. As young as ten years of age, we’re taught of how the Japanese army invaded the country. We’ve heard countless stories of how they massacred our forefathers. We’ve heard tales of their brutality and their mercilessness. But does that make all of Japan responsible?

A few years ago, a group of Japanese tourists came down to Singapore for a visit. One of the places of interest they went to was the Kranji War Memorial, where hundreds of our dead ancestors, killed in battle or simply at wartime, lie. When this group of tourists heard about the war crimes their soldiers had done unto our own forefathers, they cried. Yes, they cried. History as Singaporeans know it is a far cry from history as the Japanese know it. Local children have read of the Sook Ching massacre, of starvation and abuse. But the Japanese know a different tale: one of air raids every other day; of the bodies of fathers and brothers coming back, dead or wounded; of being the one country in the world to have been hit by atomic bombs, and two at that.

It’s amazing what one-sided stories can make you think and say, isn’t it?

Basically, what we all need to know is this: get your facts straight before you start shooting your mouth off. The uninformed will always appear as fools to the knowledgeable. To assume that we know everything when we’ve only heard one side of the story is unforgivable.

Imagine this: We’re on Earth, right? Earth plus the sun and the other 7 planets make a solar system. Our solar system is one of billions in the Milky Way Galaxy. This galaxy is only one of billions (scientists still don’t know the right estimate to exactly how many billions) in the universe. There’s only one universe, and let’s hope it stays at that. So, bottom line: one universe with hundreds or thousands of billions of galaxies, with our galaxy itself having billions of solar systems and then our solar system has 8 planets and we’re only on one of them.

Linking back to the issue of knowledge: What we know about anything can only be as much as how big the Earth is in the entire universe. It’s half past noon, I’m in the office typing away at my computer in my own little cubicle. I can hear chatter all around, so I know most of my colleagues aren’t too busy with their work. I assume they can’t wait for their lunch break. Now, what I don’t know is this: What’s the guy in the next cubicle doing on his computer? Is he doing his work, surfing the net, watching a video or composing a song? What’s going on outside the office? Is there an accident on the road? Is the canteen downstairs packed? (Hang on. I probably know this answer.) Is there anyone inside my house? What’s happening over at my old school? What’s happening in the world; did another terrorist just die? It’s 2pm on a Wednesday afternoon. Anything could be happening at this moment: a life could just be beginning somewhere, a life-altering decision made, a life ending.

So you see, there’s so much that we really don’t know. Scary, right?