1st World Country. No 1st World Manners?

Remember I was talking about our world class transportation? Taking the MRT over the past few days have led me to observe that the basic courtesy that was lacking from ten over years ago, is still lacking now. I still do not understand why the people getting on have to squeeeeeeze in, when there are obviously alot of people getting off, the painted yellow lines on the floor oblivious to them.

Maybe I've been abroad for a little too long. But seeing this sort of behaviour really irks me.

... and so, we live again.

What is it that they say about near-death experiences? That it makes you treasure life more?

Coupled together with an event that totally freaked me out, I think... both me an CP have developed a new taste for life. Perhaps it really was not our time to go yet. We're a real bunch of lucky SOBs...

After having come back to Singapore for just these few days, going around, taking public transport, and all, it really feels like I am a foreigner in my own country. Everything seems so new... so advanced... Although we can bitch and moan about transportation costs and SBS/SMRT who keep hiking up the prices, the reality is that we really do have a world-class transportation system to be proud of. Reasonably fast, clean, and reliable.

It surely felt kind of strange when I passed the all-too-familiar Newton MRT station.. I felt as if I had been transported back in time. When a much younger me was still schooling, having exams, and single. Looking at my situation now 10 over years since then... It's like I've gone a full circle.

Anyway, I'm glad that I'm back regardless of the multitude of unfortunate events to have befallen me. It feels good to be back home.

Music of the ages

Another entry in the dead of the night by me as I take a break from typing important stuff to typing rubbish in here :)

iTunes is open as usual blasting out a medley of tunes and hits from my eclectic music taste. I suddenly realised if I were to look closer at the mish-mash jumble of genres I listen to today are actually a culmination of milestones in my life, each one being marked by a particular genre or mix of genres I listen to.

Lately it has gone off on a totally different tangent as I deal with some changes in my life as I open myself up again to the world out there.

Just want to say thanks to all of you that mattered and were there for me when I needed a listening ear most and the blackness of the night couldn't seem to get any darker. Cheers.

What did you realise?

Thanks for sharing this with me. You know who you are.

Colbie Caillat - Realize
http://www.colbiecaillatmusic.com/video3.asp

V1: Take time to realize,
That your warmth is. Crashing down on in.
Take time to realize,
That I am on your side
Didn't I, Didn't I tell you.

But I can't spell it out for you,
No it's never gonna be that simple
No I cant spell it out for you

C: If you just realize what I just realized,
Then we'd be perfect for each other
and will never find another
Just realized what I just realized
we'd never have to wonder if
we missed out on each other now.

V2: Take time to realize
Oh-oh I'm on your side
didn't I, didn't I tell you.
Take time to realize
This all can pass you by.. Didn't I tell you

But I can't spell it out for you,
no its never gonna be that simple
no I can't spell it out for you.

C: If you just realized what I just realized
then we'd be perfect for each other
then we'd never find another
Just realized what I just realized
we'd never have to wonder if
we missed out on each other now.

V3: It's not always the same
no it's never the same
if you don't feel it to.
If you meet me half way
If you would meet me half way.
It could be the same for you.

C: If you just realized what I just realized
then we'd be perfect for each other
then we'd never find another
Just realized what I just realized
we'd never have to wonder
Just realized what I just realized

OoOoOOo

missed out on each other now
missed out on each other now

Have you shook hands with the Devil?

Stumbled on this particular book in the anthro library (affectionally called kandang or stable/coop by anthro students from time immemorial) the other day, not having the opportunity to borrow it yet, the brief flip through the preface by the author certainly made for a compelling read.

2 things struck me. I can't quote the exact words so I'll just try to paraphrase the idea.

1. I know not God exists. But having seen and shook hands with the Devil, I am sure He must exist somewhere.

2. Sian Cansfield, Dallaire's researcher and shadow author, took her own life even before being able to see the culmination of their efforts published.

Despite the world having swore to not ever allow something like this to ever happen again after WW2, clearly somewhere along the way we, as a collective, as a member of the human race, have forgotten or strayed off the path of humanity. And the events and possibly details turned up in Cansfield's research sickened her to the point of suicidal depression.

Have we learned from the lessons in history? Progress certainly does have an amnesiac effect on the people who matter most. The decision makers.

Dance with me?

I know. I can't dance to save my life. But...

Dance with me tonight (Music & Lyrics OST)

It’s been so long
Since I’ve known right from wrong
Got no job, sometimes I just sit down and sob
Wondering if anything will go right
Or will you dance with me tonight

When the sun departs
I feel a hole down in my heart
Put on some shoes
Come down here and listen to the blues
Wondering if anything will go right
Or will you dance with me tonight

I’m looking at you
You’re looking at me
We’re the only two off the dance floor
Do you see what I see
Two broken lives working in harmony
Might make for a decent time
So get up and dance with me

I know that it seems that the grass will grow
Better on the other side of the barb wire fence
But that other side is not in sight
So I’m fine with what I have now
If you’ll dance with me tonight

What’s the point of life
If risk is just a board game
You roll the dice
But you’re just hoping that the rules change
What’s the point if you can’t bring yourself to say
Things you wanna say like
Dance with me tonight

An end to things

Reflecting a little on what I said in this post, I am starting to think that perhaps there indeed are a few exceptions where the means are really justified by the ends. But the question would be, who draws the line? Hmmm...