i need a hug

and someone to teach me calculus...

either one would do :(

utopia

I was first introduced to the concept of a utopian society three years ago, in The Time Machine by H.G. Wells where humanity's constant and eventually successful efforts to make life easier brought about a utopia - there being no diseases due to preventive medicine, no reason to work after major agricultural advancements, no fighting because there just isn't any reason to. No politics. No social classes. No discrimination. No need to worry, no need to think, no need to explore. A world so safe, its people cannot identify violence.

H.G. Wells told me about the Eloi. Their world was so perfect, they didn't need to do anything but eat and sleep. And so they devolved. They devolved into a physically fragile people with no sense of curiosity or self-improvement. They were dumb, talking in a beautiful language but using it for the most rudimentary of observations and the most primal expression of emotions.

Expressed in simple English:

What the hell.

If the future is that, might as well start living like the Eloi now. 

Eat. Sleep. Make Love. Die. The End.

Utopia. Heh. The irony.

Was reminded of this when I finished reading Watchmen. 

[Watchmen Spoiler Alert]

Adrian Veidt engineering his utopia. Killing half of New York to stop World War III. Succeding. Part of me reacted like Rorschach. It's just wrong. It defeats the purpose of stopping the war. But here comes the genius of Veidt. Part of me also reacted like Dr. Manhattan and Nite Owl. He saved more lives than he took. And besides, it's done. Telling the world would render the deaths meaningless. 

And yet, is life itself meaningful if not for death?

Utopia. Oh the paradox.

But in this conundrum I take comfort in Wallace Stevens' The Poems of Our Climate:

I
Clear water in a brilliant bowl, 
Pink and white carnations. The light
In the room more like a snowy air, 
Reflecting snow. A newly-fallen snow
At the end of winter when afternoons return.
Pink and white carnations - one desires
So much more than that. The day itself
Is simplified: a bowl of white, 
Cold, a cold porcelain, low and round,
With nothing more than the carnations there.

II
Say even that this complete simplicity
Stripped one of all one's torments, concealed
The evilly compounded, vital I
And made it fresh in a world of white,
A world of clear water, brilliant-edged,
Still one would want more, one would need more,
More than a world of white and snowy scents.

III
There would still remain the never-resting mind,
So that one would want to escape, come back
To what had been so long composed.
The imperfect is our paradise.
Note that, in this bitterness, delight,
Since the imperfect is so hot in us,
Lies in flawed words and stubborn sounds.

Utopia shall never be. Not unless we cease to be human.

jellyfish for hornbill

Here's your lamp, Hornbill =D

Louisa! It's $60 on eBay!

i will not blog

I will not blog I will not blog I will NOT blog.

I have an 800-word essay, 11 calculus questions and 1 lab report due tomorrow.

I will not blog.

I need to remember what are isomers and I need to articulate why propan-2-ol is more soluble than propan-1-ol in water. Answers like "because I say so" may not be accepted. Not everyone thinks I'm God.

I will not blog.

I need to explain why I like that essay so much when other people seem to be criticizing it. You people ah.... Just because the title is "I-Love-You", you don't like it. Aiyoh. It's not even close to sappy. And somehow, I don't think the writer sounds bitter and disappointed. Shoot me. I like the way he writes. I like what he says.

I will not blog.

I need to do Calculus. Eleven questions is no joke. My mental facilities happen to be allergic to dy/dx. I'd give my left toe to be good in Math.

I ville notte blogge.

I ville notte.

Wotte the hecke.

would you follow me into the dark?

There are many ways to look at life, and one of these ways is to see them as rolls of film, where moments you treasure are recorded on fragile strips of plastic and stored away in the dark recesses of your memory, to be kept safe until the time comes when you will tenderly lift one out and dust away the years to play it for old time's sake. For old time's sake.

This is a particularly difficult roll, one that I would dearly love to remember but one that disintegrates very quickly. So I shall put it here.

***

It was not a cold and stormy night, and I was in my room talking nonsense with Amy while trying to position myself on the coolest spot on the floor.

The fluorescent light flickered.

And went out.

YESSSSSSSS!!!!

...

Finally! I can use my torchlight! Now where did I put them...

*fumble fumble*

...

Ahah! There you are! Hey, is the whole Akasia out?

*looks out window*

I think so..

*looks out window*

Yeah! They're all out! Behold, people! I have a torch! Look, I have a torch!

*rolls eyes in the dark*

Muahahahaha! Go on, dear housemates. Walk around. I shall light your way. I have a torch. Go on, go on.

*swt* *rolls eyes*

*walks over to window and starts flashing torch at other darkened windows*

I feel like I have the light of Earendil or something... Okay, now I'm bored. What do you do when you have no electricity?

Let's tell ghost stories :D

*sits down on bed*

*gets bored*

*stands on bed to look out window*

Hey... Only Akasia is out lah. The streetlamps are still on. Damn. Not fair.

*looks at temptingly empty and dark surroundings*

*seized by irrational temptation*

TIME TO GO BACK TO NATURE, EVERYONE.

THE MOON SHOULD BE YOUR ONLY LIGHT. oh, wait there's no moon. NEVER MIND.

WELCOME TO THE WORLD OF TERRY PRATCHETT!

*looks around furtively*

IT'S MISTER h----n's FAULT!

GROPE AROUND!

MY MY, I NEVER KNEW NIGHT WAS THIS DARK!

IN YOUR FACE, YOU AIRCOND-SEEKING STUDY-ROOM PEOPLE!

I'M THE ELECTRICITY FAIRY, AND I QUIT!

The fluorescent light flickered.

And the world was bright again.

*laughs at roommate*

What the... Right after I...

*looks at stupid fluorescent light*

Well, nice timing, you evil sucker! Way to go to boost my credibility! Now I'm retrenched :(

Haih... *rolls eyes*

You think I can work as the Tooth Fairy?

***

What a way to spend ten minutes of darkness. Gosh I hope it happens again! Oh, and Amy, whenever you want to roll your eyes, make sure I'm there. I want to catch them when they pop outta their sockets. Then I can sell them :D