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Month: October 2008

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I want to be an organ donor.

Because I cannot find one good reason NOT to be one. Seriously. If I’m for a burial, my body would rot ( picture eternal confinement in the sarcophagus, maggot infestion, and the ultimate mark of carnal subjugation – decomposition ). And the mere prospect of being but a pile of ashy relic as opposed to a fully functional body ( when alive ) completely desecrates the popular choice of cremation for me.

I would have no need for my body, at all, in death, so why not? Probably the only reason people are held back from it would be that the idea of having the body carved up seems like a macabre concept, and something about respecting the corpse and maintaining it’s similitude in death. But I say pooh to the form of useless item which is gonna be hidden away anyway, when there’s a life to save. Let your limbs live on, have your heart beat for twice its lifetime. Just how awesome would that be, let me ask you?

Since we’re on the topic of death, let’s explore its antonym; birth. I was just wondering about how sex and birth are such strong imageries. Probably the most beautiful you can get. Think about it. A human being is probably the most complex palpable object you can name on Earth. Love being the most complex intangible concept.

Love causes the fusion of two complete individuals to impregnate, to create another complex being ( scientifically being made out of the sperm and the egg, but let’s toss dianoetic notions aside and view this through symbolic means. ) which essentially is two lovers as one. I have no idea how to bring this across in words, but you get my drift.

Having a child is such a beautiful, beautiful thing. And it’s ironic how the physical aspect of it ( dilation of cervix / blood / mess / gore ) is so incredibly unsurreal. It’s the thing God has with equilibrium/irony of life again, I guess.

Death & Birth, the end & the beginning, the ham & the cheese. Oops, out of point. If emotions were blocks, guess where blocks would be fully stocked? Hospitals. The joy of new life and the despair losing one all in a single building. Amazing, isn’t it?

October 25, 2008
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OH THE DRAMA!

CHIJ St Nicholas Girls’ School ELDDS Proudly Presents:

Stupid Cupid
Inspired by William Shakespeare’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream
Directed by Natalie Hennedige

Date: 14 November 2008, Friday
Time: 5 – 6PM Cost: $5
Venue: Drama Studio, CHIJ St Nicholas Girls’ School

Please note that the 60-minute program would also include a post-show dialogue.
Also, all money collected would be going to the school’s building fund for PRIME.
A free door gift would be included as well (:

October 19, 2008
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Cranium

Once, in primary school, a relief teacher stood in for a math class.

She had the kind of hairstyle you’ll usually find sprouting from the crown poodle’s caricature, an expression of perpetual shock, and underarm flabs the consistency of Jell-O.

She was like a play up of any relief teacher stereotype, and the most distinctive feature of this character would be her method of keeping (?) silence in the class: Whenever we made too much noise, she would stand at the front of the class with one finger pressed on her lips, and the other poised in the air, as if she’s waiting to be struck by a runaway lightning.

And then she would wait. Wait for us to notice her ridiculous stance and shut our yap. Of course, that never happened. We spent the entire one hour bringing down the classroom, and she spent the entire hour standing there with a finger in the air.

Stoic, lithic, she practically transformed into a immobile slab of marble no one gave a flying flick about.

At the end of the lesson, I wondered if she was really stupid, or just really smart – and didn’t particularly felt the teaching us how to multiply x and y that day.

October 8, 2008