Monday, September 07, 2009

I bit into the bagel eagerly. After all, it's been a year since this time and I've missed it. But it tasted nothing like what I'd remembered. Perhaps it really isn't about what you do, but who you do it with. Nothing's the same this time. I'm alone in the house; I have to face my own fears. There's no one coming to visit me. The Beacon we stayed at the last time has shut its doors and in its place, a swanky upscale boutique hotel has been drawing a crowd. The donut store that I got so many sugary fixes from is gone. There's a Burger King around the corner. Many of the nightmarket stalls I'd grown familiar with and fond of have disappeared. Even the crowd is different - there are so many more foreigners now.

And I catch myself wondering why I keep coming back here. What does this place hold for me?

I'm way more comfortable here than I ever was in Singapore. Sure, the mass transit network is easily navigated back home; there's no starving in the middle of the night with the multitude of late night prata stalls and coffee shops; amenities are within easy reach and conveniently located; the air isn't thick with smog; the water is potable... the list could go on. Yet I keep coming back here and am always sad to leave.

I don't understand it.

I've lived in Singapore all my life, truly born and bred. But there's something about this place that feels more like home even though I'm lost here in the city, I always am. I haven't figured out the traffic rules and the roads are just one massive ball of spaghetti - curling round each other, bringing you to strange parts of town if godforbid you should ever take a wrong turn. I haven't truly explored even central Taiwan. My knowledge of this place is so limited.

Perhaps here I find the space I seek. I spend all day by myself (sure I'm on MSN a lot, but in the silent gaps of time I'm sitting alone and being with myself), learning new things about the way I think and see the world, learning to appreciate my own company, learning to live with myself really.

Perhaps I like my mom better here. She's happier with her own family. She's doesn't yell as much. Sometimes we're almost close. Also, being on the scooter when she's on the wrong side of the road and without a license kinda makes us partners in crime and that's a great feeling. Haha.


There's so much I want to say but it gets lost in the structure of a paragraph. This is why, darls, you'll never be as rewarding as a conversation.


AnRu reminisced at 10:35:00 AM.


Sunday, August 02, 2009

For you, young sailor
She'll shed her scales
Give up her fins
Her treasures of the seas
For honest, earth-bound, weary feet
And the chance to walk alongside thee

She'll surrender the power birth conferred
Silence her song and
Seduce not another
For a mermaid falls in love but once
And henceforth ceases to be


AnRu reminisced at 2:14:00 AM.


Sunday, July 12, 2009

I spent the past five hours watching comedy.

I cannot explain why I'm still awake. I cannot explain why I'm crying. I cannot explain why these ancient ghosts still follow me around, whispering in my ear, not even bothering to disguise themselves anymore.

There is, as always, this overwhelming temptation to push everyone away, leave everything behind. To go someplace new, to start over, to sort myself out and deal with issues that I never felt were important enough to mention. To head for the hills, the seas, the dark corners.

The sleepwalking has started again. I'm afraid of seeking help. I'm afraid they will make me completely unpredictable, volatile and dangerous. So I spend a few nights each month soaking tissues because that's what I know how to do. Sometimes that makes me tired and I fall asleep and when I wake up I don't have the luxury of sitting with the ghosts anymore, so I get through another day.

But I have nothing to say and don't know what I'll do.


AnRu reminisced at 6:17:00 AM.


Saturday, June 20, 2009

人群中哭着
你只想变成透明的颜色
你再也不会
梦或痛或心动了
你已经决定了
你已经决定了

你静静忍着
紧紧把昨天在拳心握着
而回忆越是甜
就是越伤人了
越是在手心留下
密密麻麻深深浅浅的刀割

你不是真正的快乐
你的笑只是
你穿的保护色
你决定不恨了
也决定不爱了
把你的灵魂
关在永远锁上的躯壳

这世界笑了
於是你合群的一起笑了
当生存是规则
不是你的选择
於是你含着眼泪
飘飘荡荡跌跌撞撞的走着

你不是真正的快乐
你的笑只是
你穿的保护色
你决定不恨了
也决定不爱了
把你的灵魂
关在永远锁上的躯壳

你不是真正的快乐
你的伤从不肯
完全的癒合
我站在你左侧
却像隔着银河
难道就真的抱着遗憾
一直到老了
然後才後悔着

你不是真正的快乐
你的笑只是
你穿的保护色
你决定不恨了
也决定不爱了
把你的灵魂
关在永远锁上的躯壳

你不是真正的快乐
你的伤从不肯
完全的癒合
我站在你左侧
却像隔着银河
难道就真的抱着遗憾
一直到老了

你值得真正的快乐
你应该脱下
你穿的保护色
为什麽失去了
还要被惩罚呢
能不能就让悲伤
全部结束在此刻
重新开始活着


AnRu reminisced at 10:28:00 PM.


Friday, May 08, 2009

the exhibitionist, like the egoist in me, wants the world to see the essay. the one that couldn't have been my own work.


Write a critical appreciation of To an Unborn Pauper Child by Thomas Hardy.

In this poem, Hardy expresses his cynicism towards life as he attempts to warn an unborn child of the trials and tribulations he would have to endure, if he were to be born into this world. Yet, despite all his cynicism and jaded words, Hardy recognises that there are things in life worth celebrating, things which bring "joys seldom yet attained by humankind!"

In the first stanza, there are regular pauses and the lines end in soft rhymes. This is soothing to the ear, and is reminiscent of the way one might speak to a child, with no harsh sounds and/or tones. Already, Hardy is warning the unborn child about life, how "travails and teens" surround them. The use of the word "heap" sugests an overwhelming, perhaps that the pain and sufferings of life suffocate people. Also, the mention of "Time-wraiths" gives a haunting quality to the opening stanza, somewhat symbolic of people living their lives as tortured souls roaming the earth.

In the second stanza, we encounter an obvious irregularity in the structure of this poem. The fourth line of the second stanza is not indented as in all other stanzas. Also, excessive usage of commas and semicolons in the first two lines serves to increase the tempo of the poem, conveying perhaps, mounting agitation as Hardy continues to talk about how dismal life is. To him, nothing can stand the test of time as "laughters fail, and greeting die: Hopes dwindle;yea, Faiths waste away, Affections and enthusiasms numb". Eventually, anything optimistic or positive fades with time, making life unbearable and gloomy and very depressing. The last line brings out a sense of resignation as Hardy tells the unborn child that "thou canst not mend these things if thou dost come". We can just imagine him saying these words with a heavy sigh, believing that there is nothing that can change things, make life better.

The third stanza shows Hardy lamenting his inability to prevent pain and suffering from happening to the unborn child, and the child's inability to choose whether or not to be born. Once again, the punctuation in this stanza has returned to the regularity of the opening stanza and takes on the tone usually used with very young kids. This suggests Hardy's weariness at his situation, as if the agitation of the past stanza has worn him out and left him resigned to his life.

Yet, there is, once again, a quickening in pace in the fourth stanza, that persists till the end of the poem. The run on lines in this stanza, like the excessive usage of punctuation in the second, portrays a kind of restlessness and agitation, that perhaps, fuels Hardy's anger and cynicism towards life. To him, nothing that happens makes sense, thus making it impossible for anyone to explain life's plans ("Explain none can life's pending plan"). Also, the mention of unpreventable natural disasters serves to prove how life is full of upheaval and problems for the average human.

Hardy wishes he were able to provide a sanctuary for this unborn child he addresses, but regrets his inability to do so. "But I am as weak as thou and bare" heightens the feeling of disappointment, regret, bitterness and quiet resignation in this poem, as the poet prepares us for his final conclusion.

Finally, Hardy presents a change in tone and moves away from the negative thoughts of the past four stanzas. In his final concluding stanza, Hardy admits "that [he] can hope", and that there are things worth celebrating, the very things he laments would not stand the test of time in stanza two. We can see that he values "health, love and friends" above everything else in the world, believing that they can bring "joys seldom yet attained by humankind!" Hardy is not as jaded as he portrays himself to be. He has not let the material comforts and/or wants blind him to the basic, valuable things in life such as health, love and friends. He still believes they exist, and still perhaps, yearns for them himself.

In conclusion, through this poem, Hardy has proven himself to be more than a cynical, jaded person living a meaningless life full of complaints. We are able to see that Hardy is still very much hopeful, just perhaps disappointed by how his own life turned out, and disheartened by the things that happen around him. This poem arouses empathy and sympathy as most of us are able to easily relate to the subject matter, and understand how painful it is.



AnRu reminisced at 2:43:00 AM.


Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Georgia Rule. The script is done to death, in usual Hollywood style. But the story hits surprisingly close to home. I think I finally see things from my mother's eyes.

Be gone, you.


AnRu reminisced at 11:56:00 PM.


Tuesday, December 23, 2008



In times of change, learners inherit the Earth, while the learned find
themselves beautifully equipped to deal with a world that no longer exists.
- Eric Hoffer, American social philosopher, 1902-1983

"I have as much authority as the Pope. I just have fewer people who believe it."
- George Carlin

"Honesty may be the best policy, but its important to remember that apparently, by elimination, dishonesty is the second-best policy."
- George Carlin

"All the great things are simple, and many can be expressed in a single word: freedom, justice, honor, duty, mercy, hope."
- Winston Churchill


AnRu reminisced at 4:04:00 AM.


what do you do, when the person who can stop your tears is the person who makes you cry?

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