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Thursday, February 15, 2007

Of Saint Valentine's .

Like always, Saint Valentine's was pretty self-satisfactory for me (: Who said that you can't enjoy yourself on Saint Valentine's if you are single? I believe that no matter if you are single or otherwise, you can make yourself happy and that is what I did, with obvious effects :D

What have we in common with the rosebud, which trembles because a drop of dew is lying upon it? It is true: we love life, not because we are used to living but because we are used to loving. There is always a certain madness in love. But also there is always a certain method in madness. And to me too, who love life, it seems that butterflies and soap-bubbles, and whatever is like them among men, know most about happiness. (Of Reading and Writing, Thus Spoke Zarathustra, Friedrich Nietzsche, 1883 - 1885)

I think I'm starting to feel the age creeping up on me. As much as I still enjoy reading Enid Blyton or fantasy stories by David Eddings and the likes, I have been adding other genres into my repertoire.. Genres like philosophical. I remembered when I was younger, each time my dad tried to introduce philosophical books to me, I would grimace and even though I take it, I would chuck it back onto the bookshelf when he isn't looking. But nowadays, I take out the books willingly and pore over them, savoring them word after word. Dialogues with Plato was tedious; at some point, I was grappling with the things said. Maybe if I read it again in 10 years time, I would understand it better. Conversations with Menuhin was refreshing. I greatly admire him and his works and well, you have to see/hear it to get what I mean.

I remember when I was much younger, I enjoyed the works of James Herriot: All Things Bright and Beautiful, All Things Wise and Wonderful and All Creatures Great and Small. Each book offered a magic change of pace and a mastery of both the comic and the tragic. Whether sad or glad, each story showed his deep affection for animals and people. After reading his books, you go away happier, more sensitized to everyday drama, more sympathetic to fellow creatures. Each book is, rightly speaking, a celebration of life.

Now that I am just one year shy of graduation, I'm starting to grapple with alot of things in life. I am undecided as to where I am going after this, I am undecided as to what I really want to do after this. To say what you want to do is one thing, but to actually achieve or work towards it is another thing. The dad says, "If you come out and work for 2 years after graduation, I will send you to Australia or anywhere else you want after that 2 years." As much as that sounds enticing, I don't know what will actually happen. I wish that could happen but better offers might come along the way, or maybe there will be more hurdles for me to cross. We shall see when it comes; go with the flow, as the gaffer always say.

Anyways, I'm supposed to be spring-cleaning and packing my room since it is the end of exams and Chinese New Year is just round the bend. But I've been getting distracted by, well, stuffs and for every minute that I pack my room, I spend the next 10 minutes on the computer.

Well now, giddy up!