当你的心已累
以为失去了一切
其实等在前面
还有一整个世界
当你的爱已碎
以为纯真会幻灭
其实等在前面
还有一整个新的视野
新的起点
有一段时间我放弃相信， 但无情的收音机在某天播出这首歌， 来不及转台， 就被那份真 （纯真）， 忱(热忱）， 垦(诚恳）给打动.... 让我开始再相信... 五月天与张雨生让我上了一堂宝贵的人生课 - 面对最大的痛， 灰心和绝望只会让那份痛更痛. 需要是最大的勇气， 以新的视野来寻找最美好的幸福...
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Woke up on wed with both my eyes burning and sore, went to see the MO who warded me in sick bay for 1 entire day intead of giving me Att C (hmph..) Didn't turn out too bad in the end, cos i managed to finish a library book that i wanted to finish reading b4 returning. The book was Timothy Keller's "The Reason for God". Pls refrain from giving me tht look yet, I'm not converting, I just though it would be good to see both sides of the argument after reading Richard Dawkin's "The God Delusion" and Carl Sagan's "Pale Blue Dot". I must say after reading all three books, I am exposed to a little bit more of the vast expense of knowledge, issues that we need to grapple with, before we can actually decide on our faith, religion and philosophy. From such a vantage point, one would wonder how so many people in the world can live with knowing so little, yet holding on so much to their beliefs (i mean any kind of belief here) . I'll leave you with quotes from Timothy Keller's and Carl Sagan's books. (no richard dawkin's one cos i returned his book alr.. lol)
From Timothy Keller, quoting C.S. Lewis:
You can't, except in the lowest animal sense, be in love with a girl if you know (and keep on remembering) that all the beauties both of her person and of her character are a momentary and accidental pattern produced by the collision of atoms, and that your own response to them is only a sort of psychic phosphorescene arising from the behavior of your genes. You can't go on getting very serious pleasure from music if you know and remember that its air of signaficance is a pure illusion, that you like it only because your nervous system is irrationally conditioned to like it.
From Carl Sagan, ( I think this came out in Jen Han's blog b4, but yes, reading it in the book again myself, it is so intense that i think it's worth another publish)
Look again at that dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every "superstar," every "supreme leader," every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there--on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.
The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds.
Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.
The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.
It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we've ever known.
Some insights from me (at least what i managed to convince myself of in the slew of arguments and counter-arguements i've read) - That what is desirable and injected with a high likelihood is not necessary true. If we are indeed a cosmic accident, a mere product of random chances and statistics, we should not despair and act with no moral considerations. Instead, we should have the courage to stand for ourselves and believe in ourselves that we can (if not we will debate, argue and try our very best to) make valid moral judgements....
From Timothy Keller, quoting C.S. Lewis:
You can't, except in the lowest animal sense, be in love with a girl if you know (and keep on remembering) that all the beauties both of her person and of her character are a momentary and accidental pattern produced by the collision of atoms, and that your own response to them is only a sort of psychic phosphorescene arising from the behavior of your genes. You can't go on getting very serious pleasure from music if you know and remember that its air of signaficance is a pure illusion, that you like it only because your nervous system is irrationally conditioned to like it.
From Carl Sagan, ( I think this came out in Jen Han's blog b4, but yes, reading it in the book again myself, it is so intense that i think it's worth another publish)
Look again at that dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every "superstar," every "supreme leader," every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there--on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.
The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds.
Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.
The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.
It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we've ever known.
Some insights from me (at least what i managed to convince myself of in the slew of arguments and counter-arguements i've read) - That what is desirable and injected with a high likelihood is not necessary true. If we are indeed a cosmic accident, a mere product of random chances and statistics, we should not despair and act with no moral considerations. Instead, we should have the courage to stand for ourselves and believe in ourselves that we can (if not we will debate, argue and try our very best to) make valid moral judgements....
Tuesday, September 09, 2008
Replay......
很多时候我因为怕受伤，所以就选择先放弃。
我更因为我太爱自由，所以明明渴望爱情，却依然不知怎样让别人进入我的世界。
难道，我不能给你百分百的信心吗？
你知道，我一直有多在乎你。
我珍惜这份安全感，却担心他的牺牲。
所以每天的感觉还是孤独的。
我还是需要一个人，一个人想一想。
冰箱结霜 咖啡滚烫 煮不好 最简单的早餐......
我的生活 是一团混乱 维持单身 感觉茫然......
喜不喜欢 习不习惯 我总是 说不出个答案......
一个人来 又一个人往 怎么让他 流连忘返......
我不想当笨蛋 我在墙上写满渴望......
我可以大哭一场 房间还是空空荡荡......
我绝对不逞强 该属于我任其自然......
可是我也要安全感..在某个适当程度的主张......
纵然是了解眼光 也是温暖
这段日子你真的过的好吗？
没有你的早晨，加了糖的咖啡，也是苦的。
当时我尊重你的要求，所以我离开。
但，这段日子你不开心，所以我就回来了。
也许，我连自己要什么我也不知道。
我一个人，游游荡荡。自由久了，也没有了目标。
梦里醒来，发现墙上已经不自觉写满了你的名字。
单身，是茫然。恋爱，也彷徨。我明白，
所以我用时间去证明了这颗心。不会因为你曾经的放弃而改变。
每个早上 都想赖床 没有梦 是最让人沮丧......
我的眼睛 盯着天花板 也跑不出 任何对象......
我不想当笨蛋 我在墙上写满渴望......
我可以大哭一场 房间还是空空荡荡......
我绝对不逞强 该属于我任其自然......
可是我也要安全感, 在某个适当程度的主张......
纵然是了解眼光也是温暖
难道我真的是个笨蛋？一直错过已经在身边的幸福。
我们只是用时间找到了我们需要什么。
时间让我们认识了自己，也肯定了对方。
因为你，让我知道真正的幸福是什么。
很多时候我因为怕受伤，所以就选择先放弃。
我更因为我太爱自由，所以明明渴望爱情，却依然不知怎样让别人进入我的世界。
难道，我不能给你百分百的信心吗？
你知道，我一直有多在乎你。
我珍惜这份安全感，却担心他的牺牲。
所以每天的感觉还是孤独的。
我还是需要一个人，一个人想一想。
冰箱结霜 咖啡滚烫 煮不好 最简单的早餐......
我的生活 是一团混乱 维持单身 感觉茫然......
喜不喜欢 习不习惯 我总是 说不出个答案......
一个人来 又一个人往 怎么让他 流连忘返......
我不想当笨蛋 我在墙上写满渴望......
我可以大哭一场 房间还是空空荡荡......
我绝对不逞强 该属于我任其自然......
可是我也要安全感..在某个适当程度的主张......
纵然是了解眼光 也是温暖
这段日子你真的过的好吗？
没有你的早晨，加了糖的咖啡，也是苦的。
当时我尊重你的要求，所以我离开。
但，这段日子你不开心，所以我就回来了。
也许，我连自己要什么我也不知道。
我一个人，游游荡荡。自由久了，也没有了目标。
梦里醒来，发现墙上已经不自觉写满了你的名字。
单身，是茫然。恋爱，也彷徨。我明白，
所以我用时间去证明了这颗心。不会因为你曾经的放弃而改变。
每个早上 都想赖床 没有梦 是最让人沮丧......
我的眼睛 盯着天花板 也跑不出 任何对象......
我不想当笨蛋 我在墙上写满渴望......
我可以大哭一场 房间还是空空荡荡......
我绝对不逞强 该属于我任其自然......
可是我也要安全感, 在某个适当程度的主张......
纵然是了解眼光也是温暖
难道我真的是个笨蛋？一直错过已经在身边的幸福。
我们只是用时间找到了我们需要什么。
时间让我们认识了自己，也肯定了对方。
因为你，让我知道真正的幸福是什么。
Monday, September 01, 2008
Went for RICO concert yest. A rather intriguing experience i would say. The flashbacks of memories when i was still learning the ropes of how to create music brought a sophisticated me stumbling back to earth. I mean, looking at them play, I would ask myself- why on earth do I inject so much meaning into every single note? Where did that happy-go-lucky-play-music-as-it-is carefree-ness go to?
And yes, the country rock classic i promised.....
Look into my eyes you will see
What you mean to me
Search your heart search your soul
And when you find me there you'll search no more
Don't tell me it's not worth tryin' for
You can't tell me it's not worth dyin' for
You know it's true
Everything I do I do it for you
Look into your heart you will find
There's nothin' there to hide
Take me as I am take my life
I would give it all I would sacrifice
Don't tell me it's not worth fightin' for
I can't help it there's nothin' I want more
Ya know it's true
Everything I do I do it for you
There's no love like your love
And no other could give more love
There's nowhere unless you're there
All the time all the way
Oh you can't tell me it's not worth tryin' for
I can't help it there's nothin' I want more
I would fight for you I'd lie for you
Walk the wire for you Ya I'd die for you
Ya know it's true
Everything I do I do it for you
[Bryan Adams - Everything I do (I do it for you)]
And yes, the country rock classic i promised.....
Look into my eyes you will see
What you mean to me
Search your heart search your soul
And when you find me there you'll search no more
Don't tell me it's not worth tryin' for
You can't tell me it's not worth dyin' for
You know it's true
Everything I do I do it for you
Look into your heart you will find
There's nothin' there to hide
Take me as I am take my life
I would give it all I would sacrifice
Don't tell me it's not worth fightin' for
I can't help it there's nothin' I want more
Ya know it's true
Everything I do I do it for you
There's no love like your love
And no other could give more love
There's nowhere unless you're there
All the time all the way
Oh you can't tell me it's not worth tryin' for
I can't help it there's nothin' I want more
I would fight for you I'd lie for you
Walk the wire for you Ya I'd die for you
Ya know it's true
Everything I do I do it for you
[Bryan Adams - Everything I do (I do it for you)]
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