19.8.08

Hurt

I hurt myself today
to see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
the only thing that's real
the needle tears a hole
the old familiar sting
try to kill it all away
but I remember everything
what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
and you could have it all
my empire of dirt

I will let you down
I will make you hurt

I wear this crown of thorns
upon my liar's chair
full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
beneath the stains of time
the feelings disappear
you are someone else
I am still right here

what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
and you could have it all
my empire of dirt

I will let you down
I will make you hurt

if I could start again
a million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way

5.7.08

Blast from the Past

Had my friend shrieking in the middle of the night couple of nights ago.

It was 4am and Jasmine was checking out articles online regarding racial prejudice or injustices in Singapore for work purposes. She came across something relevant, called "Guest Workers or Indentured Labor? Life in Singapore's Little India" by Rupali Ghosh, read the post, read its comments, and saw a request from almost exactly 2 years back requesting the author's contact because he was thinking of making a short film based on the subject. Saw that commenter's name and thought, "Naw... it can't be".

She looked at the email on the comment, and shrieked/laughed (I bet it was something like "Oh my God!") and stopped herself. It was me, 2 years ago, coming up with a concept for a documentary film. Quite a blast from the past - partly because the post was written at the time Young & W!ld just started and we all just got to know one another; partly cos she and I was just discussing making a film together a few weeks ago. What goes around comes around. :)

Book list. Try ah...

Instructions:
- Look at the list and bold those you have read
- Italicise the ones you want to read
- Underline the books you really loved and strikethrough the ones really didn't enjoy
- Reprint this list in your own journal if you want to... you know you want to.

1 Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen
2 The Lord of the Rings - JRR Tolkien
3 Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte
4 Harry Potter series - JK Rowling
5 To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee
6 The Bible
7 Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte
8 Nineteen Eighty Four - George Orwell
9 His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman
10 Great Expectations - Charles Dickens
11 Little Women - Louisa M Alcott
12 Tess of the D'Urbervilles - Thomas Hardy
13 Catch 22 - Joseph Heller
14 Complete Works of Shakespeare
15 Rebecca - Daphne Du Maurier
16 The Hobbit - JRR Tolkien
17 Birdsong - Sebastian Faulks
18 Catcher in the Rye - JD Salinger
19 The Time Traveller's Wife - Audrey Niffenegger
20 Middlemarch - George Eliot
21 Gone With The Wind - Margaret Mitchell
22 The Great Gatsby - F Scott Fitzgerald
23 Bleak House - Charles Dickens
24 War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy
25 The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams
26 Brideshead Revisited - Evelyn Waugh
27 Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky
28 Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck
29 Alice in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll
30 The Wind in the Willows - Kenneth Grahame
31 Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy
32 David Copperfield - Charles Dickens
33 Chronicles of Narnia - CS Lewis
34 Emma - Jane Austen
35 Persuasion - Jane Austen
36 The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe - CS Lewis
37 The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini

38 Captain Corelli's Mandolin - Louis De Bernieres
39 Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden
40 Winnie the Pooh - AA Milne
41 Animal Farm - George Orwell
42 The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown

43 One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
44 A Prayer for Owen Meaney - John Irving
45 The Woman in White - Wilkie Collins
46 Anne of Green Gables - LM Montgomery
47 Far From The Madding Crowd - Thomas Hardy
48 The Handmaid's Tale - Margaret Atwood
49 Lord of the Flies - William Golding
50 Atonement - Ian McEwan
51 Life of Pi - Yann Martel
52 Dune - Frank Herbert
53 Cold Comfort Farm - Stella Gibbons
54 Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen
55 A Suitable Boy - Vikram Seth
56 The Shadow of the Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zafon
57 A Tale Of Two Cities - Charles Dickens
58 Brave New World - Aldous Huxley
59 The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time - Mark Haddon
60 Love In A Time Of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
61 Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck
62 Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov
63 The Secret History - Donna Tartt
64 The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold
65 Count of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas
66 On The Road - Jack Kerouac
67 Jude the Obscure - Thomas Hardy
68 Bridget Jones's Diary - Helen Fielding
69 Midnight's Children - Salman Rushdie
70 Moby Dick - Herman Melville
71 Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens
72 Dracula - Bram Stoker
73 The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett
74 Notes From A Small Island - Bill Bryson
75 Ulysses - James Joyce
76 The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath
77 Swallows and Amazons - Arthur Ransome
78 Germinal - Emile Zola
79 Vanity Fair - William Makepeace Thackeray
80 Possession - AS Byatt
81 A Christmas Carol - Charles Dickens
82 Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell
83 The Color Purple - Alice Walker
84 The Remains of the Day - Kazuo Ishiguro
85 Madame Bovary - Gustave Flaubert
86 A Fine Balance - Rohinton Mistry
87 Charlotte's Web - EB White
88 The Five People You Meet In Heaven - Mitch Albom
89 Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
90 The Faraway Tree Collection - Enid Blyton
91 Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad
92 The Little Prince - Antoine De Saint-Exupery
93 The Wasp Factory - Iain Banks
94 Watership Down - Richard Adams
95 A Confederacy of Dunces - John Kennedy Toole
96 A Town Like Alice - Nevil Shute
97 The Three Musketeers - Alexandre Dumas
98 Hamlet - William Shakespeare
99 Charlie and the Chocolate Factory - Roald Dahl
100 Les Miserables - Victor Hugo

5.6.08

It's been a year since NDR. And where have I gone since then? Still not trying hard enough, a little harder and it feels like done a lot more than before. Well... Not really.

Am still thinking like a student, even though I don't have to anymore. Did I make a mistake, thinking moving away from academic work is right for me? More like I haven't tried hard enough. But I will! I will stop pulling myself away from doing more. It's only a thesis I have left to write. I...

It hasn't been the first time I've thought of ending my life. It's so much easier, isn't it, just one daring leap and all this self-anguish and bitterness and remorse and helplessness will end. But it's not right. I do want to do more. I do want to be happy and successful in my own little way.

I used to have people to lean on, institutions that were secure and would stay. But I had to leave them because they weren't what I really wanted. But after I left, I hadn't learnt to walk yet. And now that the group has ended, another support gave way. Don't think about jumping! Walk first. Walk Terence... Walk.

4.6.08

1. What is a person's worth without responsibilities that matter?

2. Work, Relationships, They come hand in hand.

I've needed people, but they don't need me. I didn't really do anything for them. I am quiet, shy, introverted, lacking self motivation, with every independent spark, every fire, every desire I had when I was young subdued by my parents. The desire to draw, to act, to play music, to join scouts, to play basketball, to subscribe to a book club, to work, were all disapproved for various reasons. Many a time it was because my parents didn't want to pay or did not have the money for the material, the uniforms, or the subcription fees. Sometimes it was because my mother feared I would get worse in my studies. I got lazy, went hiding, kept giving up, and kept following my friends at what they liked to do because that was the only way she would approve of it. Only if J, or E, or A, or G, were part of something as well could I tag along, because they were always better at everything. According to my mother, they were always smarter, more charming, had more chances at doing well in life, or at getting a girlfriend; while I might as well not try. Thus I was oddly spoilt, as I grew up not working or pushing very hard to achieve anything, but I had none of the cockiness, confidence, and achievement the other boys had. I do love my parents of course, but I shouldn't have been so obedient either. I should have known that they could have been WRONG.

I don't know how much of this is self-absorbed bullshit: I suppose everyone has gone through something similar because of the large generation gap here. The younger generation, born when the country's more affluent, therefore wanting to explore their talents, is often restrained by the older generation, conservative, but only one generation above. The more I re-read my entry so far, the more I am disgusted at myself for being so self-pitiful. I am sure everyone has gone through a fare bit, or worse, but they have moved on, while all I am doing is giving reason after reason as to why I am the way I am, and therefore excusing myself from taking the responsibility to change, justifying and staying in my position. Perhaps it is the trait of an Omega type of male through and through. Regardless, I have to continue and try to finish this entry, and then I'll see how it goes, because there is nothing else for me.

It was when I had qualified to enter the University did my dad change a little. I think he was proud of me when he took us out for a treat for once. 8 years ago, we had New Year's dinner at East Coast Park and it was the first time he took us out of his own accord and not because of someone else's arrangement. (I can't imagine what my younger brother must be going through, being placed second in the midst of all of this.) It was the first of the several times any of us took the others out for meals.

There were two other things I did which my parents did not raise strong objections to: church activities, and, to some extent, doing theatre. For various reasons, church is a moot point. But it is also a reminder of one of the other things about the way my brother and I grew up. On Sundays, I would go for church and not help my dad out with his Sunday activities for the RC. I never liked to because it had nothing to do with what my family wanted or needed. While it might have been important to him, it was not something I could see the importance of. Ironically, there I was, running off to be a part of church activities that helped others, but had little to do with what anyone else in my family needed - except to some extent my mum because she wanted me to go to church. What I didn't like about these RC events was also that they were where my dad sometimes got free food to bring home. The gesture might have been sincere to him, but it always seemed second-hand to me. Yet I too do not remember what my brother does on Sundays: sometimes he'd be asleep the whole day, for a while he'd be going to church as well, but I can hardly remember. I am guilty of the same things I accuse my father of, being distant and aloof. That's how it was: the four of us running off to do our own thing each day, weekday evenings and even weekends, hardly doing anything together. The last time we did was last year's Chinese New Year, when we went to Taiwan for a few days. It was often annoying and frustrating, but it did bring us a little closer. It wasn't a family that gave much attention and support before, so this was a big step.

With regard to theatre, my parents always felt it was just a hobby and that I would get a "proper" job when I was done. My dad was a little more supportive however. He has congratulated me for a job well done in various plays, but it's my mother who always said I was not very good and would only talk about how good the others were. INSECURITY. That is what I suppose I suffer from, onstage and off, because to myself, I am never good enough. Even while acting, according to the others, one can sense that I am insecure. And in reality, every time I am in a difficult position, my actions, my words, my thoughts, my intent, they get weak and flimsy and do not match, because I fear failing. I fear letting others down, disappointing them, doing the wrong thing, hurting them, and I feel I have a lot to explain for.

At times, it feels like I've gotten a little better. But sometimes, horrifically, it feels like nothing has changed. Before I began this entry, I found myself with no ground to stand upon, useless as hell. I thought about myself, and found no value.

Then I looked at myself again and thought about what one said to me before, that it is what you are to others that defines you. I've felt little or no worth and have felt empty thinking how I've ignored others' feelings, trust, and hope in whatever form - in this entry, particularly towards my family, but initiated by something else. It's hard to amend what I've done wrong, how I've hurt others, or to change the way we've lived. So if I cannot change the past, I'd just have to find another way.

Work and relationships: I brought it up because I've realised they do come hand in hand and are not necessarily in conflict. If I cannot function as a self-supporting human being, I cannot support anyone else and will remain difficult to be with - because what I want to do for others and what I can do will be so mismatched I only frustrate myself, become self-conflicted, self-obsessive, and end up upsetting the ones I care for and those who care for me.

It's been a long entry. I don't think I am nearly done. I didn't know where I was heading to; all I knew was that there were a few things I had to relook at. But I had better go do my work. Unfortunately, it's not going to pay (that had better change), but I have to do it for others' sake - for J, B, D, R, etc - because they have done so much, and I should do this for them in return.

1.4.08

Read my mind

On the corner of main street
Just tryin' to keep it in line
You say you wanna move on and
You say I'm falling behind

Can you read my mind?
Can you read my mind?

I never really gave up on
Breakin' out of this two-star town
I got the green light
I got a little fight
I'm gonna turn this thing around

Can you read my mind?
Can you read my mind?

The good old days, the honest man;
The restless heart, the Promised Land
A subtle kiss that no one sees;
A broken wrist and a big trapeze

Oh well I don't mind, if you don't mind
'Cause I don't shine if you don't shine
Before you go, can you read my mind?

It’s funny how you just break down
Waitin' on some sign
I pull up to the front of your driveway
With magic soakin' my spine

Can you read my mind?
Can you read my mind?

The teenage queen, the loaded gun;
The drop dead dream, the Chosen One
A southern drawl, a world unseen;
A city wall and a trampoline

Oh well I don't mind, if you don't mind
'Cause I don't shine if you don't shine
Before you jump
Tell me what you find when you read my mind

Slippin’ in my faith until I fall
You never returned that call
Woman, open the door, don't let it sting
I wanna breathe that fire again

She said I don't mind, if you don't mind
'Cause I don't shine if you don't shine

Put your back on me
Put your back on me
Put your back on me

The stars are blazing like rebel diamonds cut out of the sun
Can you read my mind

25.3.08

What's the use of being happy when you have no one to be happy with?

12.3.08

Reaching out and reaching in

I've been stopping myself from being more aware of what others are, what they need, what really is out there that needs to be done because I am obsessed with myself. I haven't cared for anything other than my own progress and processes.

I should be content with what I have, what's been granted to me, appreciating the good things, instead of lamenting on self percieved injustices.

"Poor me, poor me..." is the voice I've practiced having. It has to end eventually.

How do I get there? I guess I need to take out the unwillingness to be wrong that shifts things to feeling wronged. I need to stop thinking I am right, I am so small and ignorant compared to the range of things and needs that are out there, be it people or the way the world is, there's no need to try proving myself right all the time. It isn't important to be right. What's important is humility, an introspection, admitting that this is what I am, selfish and cruel, and not wanting it anymore - else I'll just be alone, in my own progress and process that have no meaning to anyone or anything because it is in isolation. An interesting relation: humility - humane. From humus: earth, soil.

I can't be an isolated child anymore. I hate what I've been and done. I hate brats, and I've been the very thing I've hated. This means I don't deserve anyone either, I can't do this to others any longer. I am nothing special. I am the very opposite of that.