Friday, January 24, 2014

Shoals of Dolphins

As a child of the eighties and nineties, I remember my English teachers being quite critical about grammar and the differences between the spoken and written word. "In formal writing," preached one, "Never write in the manner as how you would speak." Exceptions to this rule were only made if we were to quote another person or if our compositions were story-based and contained some form of dialogue. Even then, we had to be careful how we phrased our written "spoken" words.

I do accept, however, that language is always evolving. We gain new words and invent original descriptive phrases every decade. "Google" for example is now widely accepted as a verb and is synonymous with "search" or "look up". Back in my schooling days, starting a paragraph with "and" or "but" was a cardinal sin, only to be forgiven if we could prove that it was a calculated piece of writing designed to make an emphasis and draw attention to the point we were trying to make in that paragraph. Nowadays it is simply a way of starting a paragraph. I cringe, but I do acknowledge that unfortunately, that is how people speak and write in modern times.

The sciences, as well are ever-evolving. Yet I doubt that nature evolves as quickly as language, unless you subscribe to the words of Charles Xavier (aka Professor X of the X-Men). I quote:

"Mutation: it is the key to our evolution. It has enabled us to evolve from a single-celled organism into the dominant species on the planet. This process is slow, and normally taking thousands and thousands of years. But every few hundred millennia, evolution leaps forward."

In the Home section of this Friday's (24th January 2014) Straits Times, there is an article - rather soulless, in my opinion - describing the quiet, close-to-nature lifestyle to be found on St. John's Island. Besides some of the, I suppose, archaic writing "sins" described above, the writers go on to describe the island's dolphin visitors as travelling in "shoals".

I froze for a moment as I read that sentence. Surely I am not so cut-off from the world, that I missed an earth-shattering evolutionary announcement that dolphins were now considered fish!

If memory and education serve me well, the most widely accepted collective noun used to describe a group of dolphins is "pod", as in "a pod of dolphins". The terms "school" and "team" have also been used, although not as commonly. A "shoal" on the other hand, is used to describe fish.

Now, if I am wrong, there can only be two possible explanations. One: I failed to pay attention in both my English and Science lessons in primary school. Two: As mentioned above, I am behind in the news of Science and Environment, and dolphins have actually been discovered to be cold-blooded fish rather than warm-blooded marine mammals.

As I am pretty confident that I am NOT wrong, one then wonders about the writers (perhaps the editors as well, for missing this) of this article. This one sentence describing "shoals of dolphins" seems to display a lack of basic knowledge of the natural sciences, and a poor grasp of grammatical rules. Supporters of the Straits Times and the writers may argue that it is an insignificant and quite likely careless error.

For this reader regretfully, careless mistake or not, the damage is done.

Wednesday, January 01, 2014

Letter to an Unnamed Friend

My Dearest Friend

And so it comes:  the eve of the New Year, the end of the Old. A time when – wanted or not – we start to think back on all the things we have achieved and the many more we may regret.

I write to you now, before I forget them, all the deep and meaningful things which came to me in a moment of inspiration in the shower (of course, as all great philosophical moments do).

First of all, allow me to apologise for the absence of a name and proper address. You see, it is not without some amount of anxiety that I draft this little attempt to vocalize the thoughts in my silly head. Maybe I have over-thought these things, and no longer follow any form of logic in my words. Perhaps I have under-thought instead and will proceed to make false accusations.  No matter. I will proceed to put down these words (foolishly wise or wisely foolish, as they may be) because at one small point, they made sense to me. As well, the marvellous (bath-time) thoughts revolved around not one, but various persons who have walked in and out of my personal – and often volatile – space.  You, my “friend”, are therefore hypothetical and absolutely generic. I think you may even be myself.

I will start with this confession: I have not always been honest with you.  Not on any specific topic, but rather a few throughout the time we have known each other. “Well now,” you might say, “That is completely normal. White lies and non-committal hums and nods are completely necessary to keep a friendship going.”

“Complete and unquestionable honesty,” You may continue to say, “Is surely the recipe for the end of a friendship.”

Is it really though? Of course, I don’t mean to say that I don’t think those same thoughts. I have very often simply gone along with a conversation just because I do not wish to irritate the person any further than he/she already is; Or failed to point out a flaw (insignificant or otherwise) in the argument to avoid becoming the subject of one’s ire; Or even allowed my own argument to collapse in order for fires to be put out.

The truth shall set thee free. So say the wise men. What the wise men failed to preach was how much honesty may sting and how it can more often than not, backfire and scar the truth-bearer instead. How often have I regretted speaking my true mind (or what I perceived to be true) ? That being said, here is yet another confession.

I have not always been honest with myself. Bear with me. This will tie in with the above. At some point.

I have lost count of the number of incidences where I have convinced myself that all is good, and the decisions I make are right. In fact the opposite may have been more true.

You may or may not have been privy to the fact that I had regular sessions with a psychiatrist in the later months of 2012. Whether or not it has improved my mental fortitude, I cannot say. Although it has made me more aware, somewhat.

One of the things the doctor asked me consistently at every session was this,

“Why are you so afraid? You desperately want everyone to approve of you. Why?”

I could never give him a straight answer. Most times I could not answer at all. The question defeated me every time. Yet through that constant interrogation, it’s made me see some unpleasant truths about myself. One is this:

I allow myself to be swayed. Not always, but so very, very often. The thought of being left out or left behind terrifies me so much that I will usually go along with any idea or plan that is laid out. I am so afraid of being wrong, that I will be the first to agree that you are right.

I want so badly, so impossibly, to be good in your eyes, I will strive to fit your model.

Sadly, a poorly fitted gear is so often the catalyst for failure in any machinery. Usually that failure is catastrophic, to say the least.

I break, without a doubt. I get tired of saying “yes”, and I get tired of not saying anything and of playing “Follow the Leader”. That’s when my reality starts to warp. Suddenly, it seems that people are being unfair, even unjust. The alleged injustices begin to add up and so, it would seem to me, it is time to go on the defensive.

Here is where the hurt and heartbreak fell all sides. You, my friend, who has only seen a poorly constructed version of me will not understand what has warranted the sudden lashing and will put up shields of your own. I will only further upset myself for this, for I cannot seem to make you understand what injustices have been laid against me. So the siege begins and the battle wages on until when next we blink, being friends was just a myth.

So it boils down to this: I am poor at being honest with myself. In doing so, I fail to be honest with you, my friend. In being dishonest with you, I betray myself and so the spiral into misery finds no end.

I see that once again, I fail to end my tedious lecture before the New Year. It is now some 30 minutes past. I’ll end it now.

I should wish to be more honest with myself and all my friends, even if some may not encourage it. More than that, however, I wish that I may be honest without fear – fear of your pride (and mine); fear of hurting one another, and fear of failing to keep yet another friend.

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

What's That Freebie?

So.

Yet again, another 1-year (almost) wait before I actually post something new. I guess it doesn't really matter though, since this blog really just existed as an outlet for all my rants and rages.

In any case, I've decided that I want to talk about skin products for a while. Why this sudden interest in the matters of facial vanity? Not that I've never cared about how I look physically, I've just been too lazy. Yes, I will occasionally feel the urge to apply a clay mask or think of properly following the "3-steps" of skincare (cleanse, tone, moisturize, Baby!!), but it usually dies off after about a week and I'm back to just splashing my face with warm water in the shower.

Over the National Day weekend, however, I was pulled along (quite happily, may I add) by a friend to one of these "private party" events hosted by SKII at CK Tangs. The printed advertisement made it sound like a posh product launch, promising exciting goodie bags and an opportunity to experience how SKII might change our lives! *Cue frantic fanning with hand. Look up like you're about to faint, look up!*

Sadly, my friend and I lost interest within about 10 minutes. Firstly, it wasn't much of a party. No little tea cakes, not even complimentary paper cups of lukewarm, tea-flavoured water. Then there was the general lack of organisation and communication between the staff.

SKII already has a counter inside CK Tangs, but that weekend they also had a pop-up store just outside the entrance. Assuming that was where the (non-)party was, my friend and I went to announce ourselves only to be told that it was a members-only event. *GASP* How rude! We properly registered, thank you, and even received an SMS-confirmation by someone whose parents (or maybe herself, which makes it more sad) obviously wanted their child to have a classic name, but with a twist. As it turned out, we weren't the only ones that faced such elitist discrimination. A couple more eager would-be converts to the cult of SKII also turned up and were turned away, despite one of them waving the printed advertisement in the event staff's face. When we finally located the above-mentioned twisted name someone at the indoor counter, it was revealed that "Aiyah! They never update the Excel ah!!"

Fantastic work guys. Great communication NOT going on there.

In any case, my friend - I shall call her M from now on. One less word to type - and I finally managed to get our promised goodie bags and well, let's just say the most exciting sample we got was a 350ml bottle of distilled water with an SKII label on it. Well, alright. I guess I am being mean. With the water, we also got little net bag containing an 11ml bottle of cleansing oil, a 2ml tube of treatment repair C and a 0.6g sachet of Whitening Source Dermadefinition UV Lotion. I'm guessing that's just a fancy type of sunscreen, and nobody wanted to explain how Facial Treatment Repair C was different from Treatment A or B. M and I must've been terrible candidates for SKII cult membership because we were immediately ignored as soon as we received our bags. So we left the chaos and went off to investigate the other beauty counters.

Quite typical for a free goodie bag I guess, although the advertisement and hype kind of made me expect a little more. I was actually looking forward to having someone tell me how by-product from fermented Japanese rice can make my skin glow 0.001% more than usual, and let me tell you, that doesn't happen very often. Most times I just want to punch salespeople in the face as soon as they speak to me.

Would you look at that. I actually started this post with the intention of talking about Skin Food's Peach Sake Pore Serum, and I've ended up ranting again. Oh well, I suppose that can wait for the next post. This one's long enough. I'll also talk about some Kiehl's samples that M and I scored after leaving the SKII pretend "party". We even found free "Exfoliating and Relaxing!!" hand massages at Aveda! Smelled great too. Then of course, I was subjected to Skincare 101 by M. (T_T)

ANYHOW!! Until next time. Hopefully not 1 year later.


*Disclaimer: I have nothing against SKII or their products. I've never tried them, so I don't know if they'll work for me, since everyone's body chemistry is different. I'll definitely try the freebies they gave at some point, and maybe I'll talk about it. What I've written today is essentially about M's and my experience that day.

Monday, September 17, 2012

1 Year Later

Actually, it's been more than a year. Since my last post that is.

According to Blogspot, my last post was on 6 August 2011.

What's happened since then?

I went for a couple of acting classes. Took part in a couple of student films, got my face shown on TV for 2 seconds, got a whole lot of rejections... Ran out of money.

So, I started looking for work - halfheartedly - and found myself working for an acquaintance.

Now...

Now I think I want to throw in the towel on life. On everything.

I doubt I'm ever going to be free of this cycle - I'll find something that will seem exciting. I'll convince myself that it really is exciting and something that I really want to do. I'll go all out on it for a period of time, could be days, months, maybe even a year or so. Then I'll burn out, get disillusioned, mentally and emotionally tired. Finally I'll be back in what seems to be my ground state: Depression.

With each cycle that comes, something inside of me seems to just die. I think I want to get out of it, but then some malicious little voice inside my head tells me that I'll never get out of this abyss, this sinkhole.

The saying is true. I am my own worst enemy. The only difference is that I don't think I can ever win.

Saturday, August 06, 2011

The Dawn of Madness

For the very first time in my life, I have felt the cracks progressing through my self-control.

Before, even though I may have felt

Anger

Frustration

Irritation

Belief that the other party deserves to be slapped, they were simply thoughts.

Emotions that passed.

Today. Finally. I had to call on every ounce of my physical strength to prevent myself from causing harm to another human being. A human being whom I should never have such sentiments towards, no matter how that person grates my patience.

Finally,

I will stand on that edge.

Thursday, August 04, 2011

Little Boy Child

Little Boy Child
Is on his own.

Little Boy Child
Falls on his bum.

Little Boy Child
Gets up and runs.

Little Boy Child
Can't find his Mum.

Little Boy Child
He looks around.

Little Boy Child
Won't stop. Watch Out.

Little Boy Child
Won't run anymore.


Copyright Veetwo

Sunday, July 31, 2011

Knock Knock

I wonder if there is anyone who still keeps an eye out for this blog?
In any case, I can't believe it hasn't been automatically trashed by Blogspot yet.