The animals and the Singapore Zoo have made the headlines recently. They escaped and bit. I wonder if this is a sign that there is an impending natural disaster. Well, don't matter to me anyway. I'm a hermit remember? hahah, You can call me Ms. Hermia Hermito. Yep, that's me folks! I'm bored and lonely, oooh! Sounds oolldddd!
Doesn't matter, I've decided to name me futere cat Bastet and me dog, Doggone! Cheers to everyone who reads this!

An Apology For The Ugly

I came across a recent personal blog posting from full-time slacker proclaiming a deep admiration for a certain Mr. Yakult based solely on his looks. A quick disgust swept over my eyes, and I would proclaim without even looking at Yakult’s photo that he is not that remarkable. That statement was not born of envy because I have never been a declared idol of teenage girls before, so I can speak with no authority with regards to preference of his life to mine. I am, however, in authority to speak for the ugly.

Let us normalize beauty for a moment, whatever culture we reside in let us assume we are discussing the same features that make someone desirable. I would like to propose a de facto standard of beauty, a global beauty, to be that which is propagandized to us through movies and magazines.

I hate to look at myself in the mirror because I know that person behind the mirror will never make the cover of a magazine. I know that girls are in no danger of fainting by my presence. Society has made us all ghouls. We grasp at every tool available to hide that visage in the mirror and attempt to transform ourselves into something beautiful. We go to the extent of jeopardizing our health, to look good; doing unnecessary operations.

We are like a serpent eating its tail, the more we try to look good, the harder it gets. Because being beautiful is being exceptional, if a certain level of beauty is attainable, a sense of normalcy seeps in. Beauty is therefore by definition exclusive and the barrier of entry has been money. Unfortunately, we have localized economy distributions, small clusters of effluence in developed countries where that monetary exclusivity is lost. At these epicenters of beauty, a warped development occurs.

Beauty by danger. Weight loss drugs, dangerous diets, surgical procedures, new fangled methods of achieving levels of beauty once thought impossible by human beings. Like a bonsai twisted beyond its form, beauty is rare.

The Tale Of The Ring Of Power

Some things that should not have been forgotten were lost. History became legend, legend became myth, and for two and a half weeks the Ring passed out of all knowledge. Until the time came, and the Ring of Power perceived. Its time had now come. The Ring has awoken. It's heard its master's call.

In case you are wondering, I did the most dastardly deed a husband can inflict on the modern wife. I went and lose my wedding ring for a good two weeks. Yes, yes, yes. I realized that this is almost as bad as losing a child. The other thing I learnt was that I have married the right girl, instead of launching herself to some vigorous head-gnawing action. She started flipping my table over to find that small metal trinket.

I told her to give it up, that I have tried looking for it already. So we did what normal couples do when another loses a child… I mean ring. We prayed. I happily took the responsibility of losing the ring, but left the hard work of finding the ring and getting it to my hand to the Lord. Yeah I am that sort of a bastard sometimes.

Back to the present, actually it was yesterday, I went to office as usual. My colleague thought he found a paperclip between the cube wall and the carpeted floor. The ring has found me. No sweat. I know they say “leave your burdens to Jesus” but I must be dangerously close to abusing that system. Praise God, forgive our debts.

i'm an aged teen...

I was reading Archie Comics awhile ago and was amused to see a comic strip regarding the topic of Age. I didn't have time to scan the comic strip (even if i did.. i tink i'm violating a copyright law).

The comic shows Archie forlorn and upset. Kinda what I'm feeling now. And archie brings up the point that we are at the end of our teenage years. And he is saddened by it. Because when we were younger and when we grow older, we didn't and won't enjoy freedom as much as we are enjoying our freedom now at age 16++... And that old folks are aged. So, it makes us an aged teen to be at around 17-19.

I think i'm really poor at describing things.. but... ya.. I feel sad that i'm approaching the twenties soon... feel old. haha.. sorry clement. But i bet u felt that way when you were at my age.

I don't know why i'm crapping here.. maybe coz... I'm getting senile already. Aged already what! hahaA~ ^.^

I think I changed my mind

I think Ive changed my mind about growing old. I probably grow old enough to drive and then stop. Don't want to catch some terminal disease you know.

I was never happier than when I was stupid

Strange how when you are young, you want to grow old, and when you are old you try to stay young. I am past that peak now, after struggling for two decades to grow up, I find myself futilely trying to stop the slide which would bring me back to inability.

Retrospectively, I never actually felt a peak like the one I attempted to demonstrate with this diagram. There wasn't an actual morning when I realized that yesterday was the best day of my life and today is the beginning of the end. It happens in stages, just like any dilapidating terminal disease. Suddenly, you fail your first 2.4km run (got to make it in some timing to pass) and you think that it is some other person who has actually attained a gold standard in that same physical test. Next, you had to stop playing basketball because you were actually tired, not because they shut off the lights for the basketball courts. Finally, some young 'un comes along and ask you for advice because you are wise/smart.

I was never happier than when I was stupid. And like youth, its something you can't really get back. My only hope in reviving that carefree innocence would be in senility and that is a sad thing to aim for. Days when you didn't have to worry about the future, about studying or doing what is important, just because it wasn't fun. And everything that is fun, is all that occupies your time and mind. Homework, tests, exams are irritants, not something to get nervous about (results are more important). Studying is the time you hold a book in your face and dream about all the fun things you can do later. Friends are true friends because like you, they don't think, they react and act. You could trust that friend to cry or get angry at you and display emotions freely, and they expect the same from you. The only friendships were honest. You didn't need any other types of friendship.

I used to think "Flowers For Algernon" was a sad story, now poised in the leeward side of life. It is a romantic fantasy.