no, gracefully slipping will not

love this

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Dylan Thomas, 1914 – 1953

if only it were translated too



“I cared so much about what other people think of me– so much that it ruined my life.

I was so hard on myself and punished myself with even more work so I could announce my success as soon as possible. That is, until the day I realized no one gave a f*ck about me, so why would I?

You are no more than a few seconds of attention other people give to a Facebook status. In 2014, no one has time to care about others in such a crowded, noisy world.

If you care so much about what others think, you will waste your time trying to prove that you are successful instead of focusing on your startup.

Get a life. I got mine quite late.”

From medium

reminder- applicable in all other aspects of life

was stalking this random dude on facebook and realised that i am not that wEird/ odd for thinking about friendships i.e. how friendships are maintained, whether length of friendship matters, why they choose to be friends with a certain person. plagarise abit because i am no writer:

But honestly, it doesn’t matter. Because it is easy to let go.

Just stop replying. Stop asking one another out. And we drift, apart, away. It isn’t like the primary school, ‘I don’t friend you!’, its just…silence. And silence needs to be filled up, either with whatever story you would craft for your friend or with more silence. Because people do disappear without explanations. Because we are all drifting in and out of each other’s consciousness. Because it is easy and convenient to let go.

Then I started recalling, all the whatsapp groups we created for project group meetings, or facebook groups for whatever purpose. Name it, we all have it. Tons of it. They all have expiry dates, but it doesn’t die after the function is exhausted. Its just there. Like an empty shell. Emptied of it’s presence, void of it’s essence.

Maybe life is collecting all these empty shells. And maybe all friendships are like these shells, there but empty.

It was nice while the connection existed at that moment though. Really, I mean it. Yet how I wish these once filled up shells stop emptying itself.

Then again, empty shells aren’t that bad. Yes, when you look inside you see an empty shell. But if you put your ear to it, you will hear the shell singing the silence back into your soul and memory.

came home to find 5 ants on my table….. googled about ants last night and apparently they are scout ants, and for every one scout ant you see, there are probably a thousand others somewhere in your home… which is also their home……….. ugh. keep forgetting to buy Terro which google says is effective. wonder why i haven’t seen any ants in NTUC/ cold storage before??? shall go on an ant hunt there some day.

this song reminds me of the lion king for some reason but quite addictive

decisions, decisions….

can’t wait for summer but first have to get through weeks 8 9 10 11 12 13!??/?!?!? :S

still searching


The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself.

— Friedrich Nietzsche


shall keep this in mind on tuesday

seen on fb tday:

“Why low-income parents may make “poor choices”” by Teo You Yenn, an associate professor in sociology at NTU. That’s the news today.

She wrote that her research for three years has taught her two important things. First, “everyone makes bad and good choices, but the conditions and outcomes of those choices are not equally bad or good for everyone.” She explains this by saying: “People with extra money and social capital can mitigate the consequences of “bad” choices, but people without those buffers face severe consequences over time.”

Her second point is “about parents’ investment in their children’s well-being, in a society where “investments” that do not involve money are valued less than investments that do.” This is her elaboration, which I find illuminating.

She said low-income parents love and devote to their children as much as rich ones. But “their devotion to their children is more difficult and requires more of them” as compared to well-off parents.

She wrote, “many have long, inflexible work hours in physically taxing jobs. They have multiple dependents, heavy burdens of housework, and additional labor due to being low-income (for example, going to the post office weekly to top up their utilities credit). Parents face great financial stress, worry about food, clothes and shelter. While the better-off in Singapore complain about children having excess tuition and enrichment classes, low-income parents lack the resources to provide those things, which are not only necessities for succeeding in the school system, but also keep children occupied. Most poignantly, low-income parents need their children to listen to them at the same time that they tell them “don’t be like me”.

Sadly, and ironically, most low-income parents may think they are “bad examples” for their children (as compared to the wealthier and smarter high-income parents). But in my book, their children should be equally proud because of their parents’ sacrificial love, selfless humility and a contrite heart. For don’t we all agree that a good education and amassed wealth are no guarantee of a better humanity?

Lesson? A sobering one. It is a call for our society to be more understanding and compassionate. It is said that the more we understand, the more we forgive. In this case, it is the more we understand, the more we will be for giving, for assisting, and for embracing.

I recall a case where the father was a taxi driver and he was resting in his cab one early morning in a proper parking lot when a car rammed into his back. It was driven by a young driver who was drinking. The father became paralysed and died 15 months later. He was the sole breadwinner.

His meager income was taken away from the family of 4. He had a daughter who passed away a few months before him. She had brain tumor at 13. Then his son could not bear with the pain and sorrow and chose to withdraw from school, studies and society.

The mother of low education is now his only hope of recovery and re-integration. She once admitted to me how helpless and useless she felt.

We should always be reminded that no one wants to be poor or remain poor. Poverty is not a lifestyle choice. Not everyone is born into riches, inherits a fortune, blessed with academic smartness, excels in business ventures (most times with more luck than business acumen), or strikes a jackpot lottery.


However, here’s how I think a caring society will be like. It is not so much an equal society with equal opportunities and rewards. We all know how meritocracy can mutate into guarded elitism with a gated community of privileged upbringing and a lifetime supply of silver-spoons.

A caring society is one where our understanding transcends the material pursuits of life. It goes way beyond this emphatic declaration by Donald Trump: “I’m rich, I’m famous and I have everything.” He is forgetting that by having everything (because of universal scarcity), it means that most of us will have close to nothing. In fact, the era of Trump is a throwback or regression into a time where we allow our baser instincts to rule blindly over humanity’s nobler, transcending, and timeless values.

In the end, a caring society is an internal revolution of the heart and mind. And until an employer sees his employee as more than just a unit of production, a political nominee sees his voters as more than just a means to get into office, a philanthropist sees his charity drive as more than just a campaign for self promotion, and a parent sees her child as more than just an extension of her pride, ego and unfulfilled dreams coming alive, it will just remain as a society with a limp trying to move forward towards our better selves but is nevertheless drawn like flies to light towards our worst. Cheerz.

the forge

so in retrospect the week seemed pretty ~ok~:

  • got my sundays back!! but spent the first one sleeping eating and coming up with a crappy essay………. owell
  • went grocery shopping a few times… in different cold storages!! *.* favourite therapeutic activity of all time
  • ate some nice food
  • realised im still doing ok in school……….. hopefully LOL
  • had an interview which turned into a really insightful conversation
  • done with budget!!!! or at least i think so LEL
  • cell was good

so even tho i went through the whole week in a daze and woke up late everyday and didnt learn anything & felt so crappy (even wednesday wasn’t inspiring), iT WAS ALL GUD~

excited!! for the week ahead!! by the end of the week most assignments would’ve been DONE, macau would’ve been settLED (lel hopefully), internals rehs would have started, and my new baby cousin wld have turned one mth old!!! & writers fest! and first vietnam mt meeting!! 😀 & reunion with the kalimantan team!!! 😀 i also included yoga + running in the plan but that never really works out so. OH and hopefully pay for Oct would be in!! :DDDDDDDD also i think it’s the last week of tutorials WEW. WHAT AN EXCITING WEEK INDEED……!!!!! but maybe i am just dramatizing everything LOL ok bye

oh i am also going to shower in cold water for a week.

Remember: no one has a problem with the first mile of a journey. Even an infant could do fine for a while. But it isn’t the start that matters. It’s the finish line.


reminded of this uncle who had to make his way to KTPH alone although it was super difficult for him even w/ a walking stick.. & also reminded of the many kind ppl that rushed to assist him 🙂 nv rly felt much for the elderly (or as much compared to children/ youth) until now.. reminded of resilience/ support/ community/ visibility/ family………. nth else to say bye.