Lost in Translation
Talk is sexy (quoted from the GREAT jer) and I totally agree. Talk is sexy with its puns (intended or not), lingos, dry humour, innuendos, underlying meanings, layers of wit and all.
The fundamental exchange of conversation between two people seems to be the basic requirement to really understanding a person. After all, what else but words (followed by actions) allows you to understand your other half truly? So many times we have tried to "talk", but ended up missing each other's point. Is there a solution to it? The only way, it seems, was for one party to climb quickly up to the other's level, or for the other to lower himself/herself to the level needed.
In this case, it wouldn't really be anybody's fault. There I was, trying to put meanings to words, emotions to sentences while here you were, trying to understand me, but I just couldn't seem to, yeah? It seems like we're just painfully stabbing at what we seem to think is the solution, or "talk" as we deem it, but somehow or rather, it just so sadly misses the target. There ain't anymore "Eureka!".
Or perhaps, it is also just as sad that I dig great conversations, with an almost desperate want for someone to understand my most intimate self while I dwell on the more finer details of life. I care no more for those running the rat race, intent on pursuing what they deem as success keypoints in their lives. Sad, maybe not. It's my filter ;)
On a seperate note, I'm headed down to the National Arts Council to sign my Letter of Appointment as part of their Corporate Communications department. Seems like the one-page essay I had to submit on my contribution to the arts scene in Singapore and why I would love to work for NAC has been a great success, given my very-unlike-XP musical background of choir, conducting, and symphonic band experiences. Oh, not to mention I used to study Singapore Film as part of a module in NUS.
Working life beckons, and a routine starts in 2008. New year, new experiences, no room for resolutions simply because everything is new.
Talk is sexy (quoted from the GREAT jer) and I totally agree. Talk is sexy with its puns (intended or not), lingos, dry humour, innuendos, underlying meanings, layers of wit and all.
The fundamental exchange of conversation between two people seems to be the basic requirement to really understanding a person. After all, what else but words (followed by actions) allows you to understand your other half truly? So many times we have tried to "talk", but ended up missing each other's point. Is there a solution to it? The only way, it seems, was for one party to climb quickly up to the other's level, or for the other to lower himself/herself to the level needed.
In this case, it wouldn't really be anybody's fault. There I was, trying to put meanings to words, emotions to sentences while here you were, trying to understand me, but I just couldn't seem to, yeah? It seems like we're just painfully stabbing at what we seem to think is the solution, or "talk" as we deem it, but somehow or rather, it just so sadly misses the target. There ain't anymore "Eureka!".
Or perhaps, it is also just as sad that I dig great conversations, with an almost desperate want for someone to understand my most intimate self while I dwell on the more finer details of life. I care no more for those running the rat race, intent on pursuing what they deem as success keypoints in their lives. Sad, maybe not. It's my filter ;)
On a seperate note, I'm headed down to the National Arts Council to sign my Letter of Appointment as part of their Corporate Communications department. Seems like the one-page essay I had to submit on my contribution to the arts scene in Singapore and why I would love to work for NAC has been a great success, given my very-unlike-XP musical background of choir, conducting, and symphonic band experiences. Oh, not to mention I used to study Singapore Film as part of a module in NUS.
Working life beckons, and a routine starts in 2008. New year, new experiences, no room for resolutions simply because everything is new.