Friday, June 27, 2008

A fork in the road.

Another simple question: to study law or not to study law?

SMU has just offered me a place in their law school, along with a full undergraduate scholarship. Should I pursue a double degree in both law and business there, or would it be better to continue on the original plan to study business at NTU.

One decision, 3 days left to choose.

How do I choose here?

God knows.

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And just for fun, here's the 15 minute essay I wrote for the SMU law interview.

Where a law is a terrible one, there is a moral right to disobey. Comment.

In this day and age, where the law and courts are seen as a costly nuisance to avoid by the masses, people generally treat the law as an absolute truth - something that they must abide by under any circumstance. The hassle and cost of appearing in court make people forget that the law is there for a very important reason, a reason very close to their hearts - to protect them. And that is why I believe that under the circumstance that the laws of the land have been perverted to oppress the masses in favour of the ruling elite, civil disobedience shouldn't just be a choice, it is a duty of every patriotic individual.

Social contract theory argues that we humans come out of the state of nature to form societies that protect each other because living together in society is much better than the 'solitary, short and brutish' life in the state of nature. We agree to have laws imposed on us because they are for our own good. Laws are useful because they help us better our lives. Life becomes more safe, more secure when we know that there are laws in place to safeguard our health and happiness. Laws are there to put people in place.

However when a ruling elite creates laws that only serves their own ends, this whole system fails. The law is not something we abide by because it helps us anymore, but it becomes this monster, this tool for oppression, and the only reason that we abide to it is fear.

And if we take a look in the history books and look at all the civilizations which were governed by a system of fear, we can see a recurring pattern - they all crumbled. Emperors and kings who subjugated their subjects were overthrown by those very people. No civilization can last under such rule.

And that is why I strongly believe that because of one's love for one's country, we should have the courage to demand that our countries, our laws, treat us right.
Written in 15 minutes.

Maybe that's why I believe one too many rules are made just to be broken.

Update: 2nd July, 3:00pm

The call came yesterday when I was gazing at the burnt classrooms of block D from the second floor of block C in SMKDJ.

"Hello, this is Angel Ling from SMU admissions. Did you receive our letter of offer for the law degree and scholarship?" she politely asked.

"Yes I have. Thanks for the offer, but I have chosen to decline it," I answered, suddenly realizing the gravity of my decision.

But I decided that one needed not to have a degree in law to think or argue, and that critical thinking and legal knowledge are not intrinsically intertwined.

"Err.... okay. Have a nice day." And the phone conversation came to an abrupt halt.

"I'm going to enjoy it either way," I thought to myself. And I have no regrets.


Wanderlust unsatiated.

I need to go on a trip. Since the day in which I would have to go back to school in Singapore draws even closer, I have decided that I'm going to go for two awesome trips to relax and unwind as soon as possible.

But I still can't decide where to go.

Care to help me on this?

The first choice to make is to choose between going to Penang for a food trip and Taman Negara in Pahang for a camping expedition. Anyone who wants to come along, please contact me ASAP so I can decide soon. (:

The second choice to make is to choose between going to Bangkok and Jakarta the week after. The plane tickets cost about the same, so it really depends which place is the more affordable place in terms of accomodation? Anyone has any information on this? And is there anyone out there who is willing to let two very nice guys stay over at their place for a couple of days and show us around town? That would really be awesome.

So if anyone would like to tag along, please let me know ASAP, as this boy definitely needs an adventure. Either way, it's going to be FUN!

Thursday, June 26, 2008

Women and Men

I received this in my email today and I think it really is worth sharing!

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Woman has Man in it;
Mrs. has
Mr . in it;
Female has
Male in it;
She has
He in it;
Madam has
Adam in it;

No wonder men always want to be inside women!



Men were born between the legs of a woman, yet men spend all their life and time trying to go back between
the legs of a woman....

Why?


BECAUSE THERE IS NO PLACE LIKE HOME!




Ever notice how all of women's problems start with MEN?

MEN
tal illness
MEN
strual cramps
MEN
tal breakdown
MEN
opause
GUY
necologist

AND ..


When we have REAL trouble, it's a


HIS
terectomy!


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Guess now we know why the women we love go MEN-tal from time to time. But we still can't live without each other. (:

And yeah, there's no place like home. Period.

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Pleasantville.

I'm just done watching one of the most beautifully poetic movies that I've ever watched, the 1998 movie Pleasantville.

"Nothing is as simple as Black and White"

Pleasantville is the story of how two siblings are magically transported to the seemingly utopian world of Pleasantville where things are only pleasant. Basketballs definitely go through the hoops every time you throw them, people are well mannered and awfully nice, dinner is always served sharp at 6:30 p.m. sharp.

There is no fear, danger or insecurity in that world. Everything is pleasant, and it stays that way because everyone has set routines that they follow to the last detail. There are no surprises in Pleasantville. And did I mention that Pleasantville is only in black and white?

When our two siblings cause disruptions to the clockwork routine in Pleasantville, the people they meet slowly start to realize that their perfectly pleasant lives are hollow indeed, and there is no such thing as a perfect life.

Recently I have been pondering, wondering if my life measures up to other people out there. Why is it that some people seem to be able to live spotless lives and seem to the outside world perfectly respectable when I'm here with all my flaws glaring, often for all the world to see?

And this movie came along to open my eyes back wide again. As much as we talk about creating a perfect life, a life which everyone else envies, no one lives a perfect life. We're human - we hurt, we cry, we bleed - for a perfectly good reason.

Just think about it: if we never did experience heart wrenching pain; incapacitating fear and the horde of butterflies all massing in your stomach just before you deliver a speech, we never would really be able to feel and appreciate happiness and bliss when it comes along.

Don't we just take color for granted?

Our imperfections make us who we are, they give color to our lives. And that makes all the difference.

As stupid as some of the things that I have done are, they have really still come to color my life in dazzling hues and shades that I never knew existed.

So I guess the right thing to do would just to accept them, my flaws, my mistakes, my colors, and just live my life the most beautiful way I know. I don't know if any great artist could ever ask for more.

And Pleasantville has beautiful, beautiful music. Yes, it's the Beatles again! (:

Across the Universe - Fiona Apple



Jai guru deva om...
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world

Stop taking the beauty around you for granted. Life's not perfect, but it certainly is beautiful.

Sunday, June 22, 2008

Where did the magic go?

One minute it's there - in all it's perfect glory. Perfect, pristine, pure magic. Something that makes you see only beauty in our imperfect world. So magical it makes the morning dew sparkle like the most exquisite crystal.

Then like crystal, one misstep sends it crashing towards the ground and turns to a million pieces. And however you try to put it back together, you can't seem to find them all. And the ones that you find cut you so deep that crimson red drips on the cold, hard ground.

And like the morning dew, when the sun rises, it all disappears. Like it never happened.

But your scarred hands tell you another story.

Where did all the magic go?