Tuesday, September 27, 2005
Because.
The Wind does not require the Grass
To answer wherefore when He pass
She cannot keep Her place.
Because He knows - and
Do not You?
And We know not
Enough for Us -
The Wisdom it be so.
The Lightning never asked an Eye
Wherefore it shut when He was by -
Because He knows it cannot speak
Of reasons not contained
By speech
The Sunrise, Sire, compelleth Me
Because He's Sunrise, and I see -
Therefore, Then,
I love Thee.
- Emily Dickinson
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Saturday, September 24, 2005
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Saturday, September 17, 2005
This trip, I saw so many things I wanted to share, and was so frustrated when I just couldn�t seem to capture the essence of that moment in a photograph.
I wanted to share how the stars were strewn across the blackness of the sky like jewels, and how the gibbous crescent was like an arc of gleaming silver. I wanted to share how at 2pm in the afternoon you could see the same moon, peeking out dully grey in the surreally clear blue sky.
I wanted to share the sight of dark storm clouds and vague mountains looming above a forested valley, and the way the dying afternoon sun hit the winding rollercoaster roads and turned the rocky port-holed highways a blinding white.
I wanted to share how the sunset set the sky on fire, and how its embers continued to glower among the clouds, how the human eye continues to see this long after the camera had given up trying to see. I wanted to share how the crashing ocean - an actual, roaring, furious ocean quite unlike Singapore's tame seas - drew white foam arcs that turned the sand into wet rainbows in the blush of sunset.
No photo could do justice to all these. And no photo could do justice to the desolation I felt knowing all I had were words and memory.
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Friday, September 09, 2005
Come 17th I'll be back again
Oh, babe, I hate to go~
As you can see, the last minute crazy rush to pack my bags before I fly off tomorrow has driven me crazy.
Sorry choristers, about missing the choir outing on Monday!
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Sunday, September 04, 2005
The NTU Choir performed with the Singapore Police Force Band at their 80th Anniversary Concert last night, and it was so cool singing at the Esplanade! The band's not bad - though I generally prefer orchestras :P And the best thing is that it's the last performance for us until carolling starts in December! Yay!
Now I can go concentrate on the homework avalanche and packing my bags for Meulaboh. *sigh*
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Friday, September 02, 2005
Having mixed feelings about going back, actually. (Yes, "mixed feelings" seems to be my predominant emotion of the moment. 'Mixed' might be a nice way of saying 'confusing' or 'chaotic'. Or, very possibly, 'fucked up'.) On one hand, life there is relaxed and comfortable, nothing like the mad rush of deadlines and looming responsibilities that I've been cowering from for the past few weeks. But there're just some things here in Singapore that I just can't leave behind without feeling a pang of unease.
The only baggage you can bring, is all that you can't leave behind.
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