Sunday, September 12, 2010

Babies toddlers

If babies or toddlers are influenced by what they see and hear,
and what they see the most are usually ceilings and designs on their mothers' shirts,
then wouldn't it be beneficial to have educational materials on such places?

Like rainbows on ceiling
Or twinkling stars,
Or colorful symbols printed on shirts,
Letters of the alphabet embossed,
Numbers emblazoned.

Saturday, September 11, 2010

Imagine a wanderer,

Imagine a wanderer

Walking through the lands
On his own
Just a staff for company
And a load of rocks
on his back.

Why rocks you say?
Well they are his secrets
Dirty little secrets
Each don't weigh much
But when accumulated
They drag him down.

Small and sharp,
They cut into his skin
Scars self afflicted
Yet he bears all
And walks through the land.

Till one day, he meets
a girl walking
With a sackful of rocks on her back.
Blood dripping down her back
Drop by drop
Yet she shoulders them all
And walks with a smile.

So, the question remains.
Will they walk together hand in hand
With rocks on their back
Together they will withstand.

Or each will walk his lonely path
of shame and suffering
of eternal wandering
till perhaps they meet again.

Friday, September 10, 2010

Men in Menstruation

I just came across this blog that made a rather interesting read.

http://meninmenstruation.wordpress.com/

Don't ask how I stumbled across it, though strangely I kind-of relate to him.

I find it right insightful though. I mean, his godsisters tell him when their periods come, and he even records it down on a calender. It's like as if he's their father or uh period manager. Which I suppose isn't all that bad for his girls, because they don't really need to worry about bringing out pads or being caught off-guard. Just ask him to bring some. Though I kinda bet he already brings a few in his bag around nearer their periods.

I doubt it would ever happen over here though. Too socially-shy and all. Though I would definitely keep track of my girlfriend's dates so I know when not to go out, or when to ask if she wants a hot drink instead of a cold one. Simple things, you know.

Besides, I really agree with the writer about how it shouldn't be so gender-biased. Perhaps we should talk about it more. But what to do?! We are brought up in a conservative society what.

Though I definitely would try to cultivate an open concept within my family. Periods, sex, and low birth rates. Transparency would be good too I think.

Thursday, September 09, 2010

Grow Up

To see them think for themselves
To see the cogs in their mind
Turning, whirling

Some turn later
Some turn slower
Others earlier
Others faster

But they all turn.

A journey each has to make on his or her own
A self-identity crisis I call it.

Where they learn about themselves
And make crucial decisions
In thinking,
In deeds,
In actions,
That will affect them for the rest
of their life.

I can only guide
Watch from afar
And smile to see
them grow up.

Friday, September 03, 2010

The Tyger

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright,
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire in thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, and what art?
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand, and what dread feet?

What the hammer? What the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb, make thee?

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright,
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

William Blake

Thursday, September 02, 2010

Sandcastle

I watched sandcastle today.

It's a locally-produced film that's airing in GV. I personally think it's awesome that GV shows local films because it makes such films more easily accessible to the public.

Local films are a challenge because you never know what to expect. For example, western films are usually action or romance or comedy. Local films tend to fit into none of these genres. They usually try to cover more than one, or none at all, in this case, none at all.

To put it simply, Sandcastle is a reflection of life in Singapore that comes a bit too late.

An 18 year old male stays at his grandparents house for two weeks because his home is undergoing renovation. His dad died of cancer a few years ago and his mum is going to china. He doesn't speak dialect which is his grandparents' main language so they communicate in a mixture of silence and mandarin.

Death occurs, and along with it is his self-exploration into the idea of family, as he copes with lust, responsibility, and filial piety. Oh, and he also learns of a link between his father and a communist riot in the mid 50s in Singapore.

The film's pace could have gone faster a bit, because it does get draggy at times, and I yawned thrice during the movie. While plenty of themes were touched on, perhaps a few could have been explored more indepthly.

That said, i'm thankful the show was only 90 minutes because I would have dozed off if it were any longer.
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Monday, August 30, 2010

Tension

A spring, metallic and shiny,
coiled up, ready to
stretch and be released,
tension.

A rope, tethered between
two bridges, spanning a
wide crevice,
its ends frayed and threads withered
hanging by a thread,
tension.

Raise your voice half a pitch
flail your arms and shout
i don't care
stamp your feet and gaze
upon thy soul,
thus is tension.
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