Privilege For All Ages

This is beautiful.

http://www.vagabomb.com/This-Comic-Will-Forever-Change-the-Way-You-Look-at-Privilege/

Monotony Not Always Boring

Our life is frittered away by detail. …Simply, simplify. - Henry David Thoreau

http://elitedaily.com/money/science-simplicity-successful-people-wear-thing-every-day/849141/

What's Next?

Started this writing a quiet dawn in summery Beijing, a supposedly mature and responsible adult from a sensible small town in Indonesia; though feeling like a lost child in fast-paced Singapore. 

Haven't slept a wink after a night full of bombarding myself with various, possibly inspirational, information. Not sure if it was a good idea doing this in non-optimal condition, but i wanted to do it, anyway. And it is in this blog because i did not think that short, unfortunate, cryptic tweets would suffice, as it usually does. And not sure how i feel about this, or that. 

Haven't been able to sleep well and in sync with the moon rising for about... hmm... months?

Again, not sure how i feel about that; whether to beat myself to sleep well, or just wing it until the body clock is forced to readjust itself... 

In turn, the past few months have been, well, reflective and retrospective... Or, rather, probably more accurately, slightly emotional... Not sure how to wring the emotions out, either; force some tears out, or leave the watery eyes to sort themselves out, hopefully soon... 

Last night, though, was full of inspirational, passionate people. People so passionate, i am aching inside. watery eyes

There are so many stories about how people just want to fulfil their passions, just doing what makes them happy, just doing what makes the people around them happy; how people meet even more passionate people and things blew up to become a spectacularly passionate, joyful affair. 

In the middle of it i pondered why i'm feeling emotional; why the teary eyes. Maybe the lack of passion, dare i ask? i am scared to say that i yearn for the joyfulness, the satisfaction, the fulfilment that people get when they are following their passions. 

Don't get me wrong; there will be hard moments when following one's passions, just like any other moments in life. Yet, the fulfilment when it works, and when it works well... Knowing that one did not give up, knowing that one loved it enough to make it worked, and that, finally, it did work. 

Don't get me wrong; i am not, i do not want to be ungrateful. Being here, writing this, with everything that has lead up to this point; i can't complain. So, not quite sure what i'm trying to say here...

What is it about people who follow their passions, and being able to smile and laugh, from the deepest of their hearts?

What is it about people who do it with heart and love?

The next question is asked with a caveat; i am probably too cautious and idealistic and pessimistic and easily terrified than a normal people should be, and i have two years to find out what i want to do and how to go about doing it. So, how to go about following one's heart?

i am feeling a little envious knowing that people know what they want to do, and are not afraid to do it, and they are doing it brilliantly around the world. Look at those people exploring whatever the world has to offer!

i love to travel. i would love to meet more people from around the world. i would love to be more passionate about... something... It would probably be more accurate to say; i would love to be able to express the passion without having to censor myself, concerning myself that people might not understand, and that people might not, well, approve, i s'pose. 

i would love to be able to express this passion inside, out from where i have been hiding it, in fear that it is embarrassing, humiliating; that i am not supposed to feel this way, to be able to feel this way. i am not supposed to be a passionate person, let alone freely expressing those passions.

Having said that, i am probably a little too rigid to be able to be flamboyant and passionate; formatting the paragraph in the middle of writing just because i could not stand peeking at the uneven edges... Or maybe that was the pessimist talking. 

Not sure if i captured the whole intensity of these feelings that i think i should purge in the hope that this body would function a little less abnormal than usual, but if i missed anything, those would probably come back during the next, err, reflective moment; hopefully not tenfold. 

Reread everything i wrote, and it was, erratic, at best, and at worst, did not make any sense whatsoever. So, cheerio...

The world is wonderful, with wonderful moments to offer and i can't wait to take 'em all. 

Love,

Lina. 

Where Is Humanity?

"When it reminded us all that, just because we might not have personal experience with a problem, it doesn’t mean someone else isn’t enduring it every day"

http://www.buzzfeed.com/mlew15/19-times-tumblr-got-serious-about-the-struggles-of-h0se?utm_term=.rsyLlO0Zy

Trying to Explain the Unknown

Reality isn’t as plain and simple as we often like to think. 

http://www.idealistrevolution.org/10-mind-blowing-theories-about-the-universe-and-reality/

Quiet Times

When the world's all quiet
And darkness growing for the night
The hidden creeping, enveloping
The cloak giving way
Temptation threatening

Lips nibbled, caressed
For how long, you sigh on my ear
When the sun rises, don't you ever slip away
Keep coaxing, keep enticing
Nestle your mind on my heart
We'll sway the day away

You whispered trust
In your embrace be free
Invigorate, exhilarate
Let the euphoria consumes
Let go, be possessed

For we are enamoured,
Wistful in amour,
Lustful in love

For we were shaken,
Aghast and terrified,
Petrified
The sharp thrill inflamed
Violent throb provoked

The titter of fingertips
Gleaming eyes, glistening skin
Collar grazed, neck grasped
Hold tight
Drown me in your fire,
Drink the earthy promise
When soaked sheets incites

Heart pierced,
Let yourself in deep

Though hunger never lasts
You let me be,
Left yourself in me
The scar I can never scratch

For the body longs and the heart burns
In the shelter of your affection
The mind turns beastly,
The unseen escapes

For we are able
Tonight or tomorrow
For we are eager

Censor later, or never.



Love,
Lina

Artificial Intelligence

"The deafening silence of a world without human excellence at its center is a picture almost too chilling to entertain."

http://www.theatlantic.com/technology/archive/2015/05/the-humanists-paradox/391622/