Poems for sale

I walked to the canteen

and the bananas were

green.

Life. 

HAHAHAHA cheem or not. Lai lai selling poems for the upcoming christmas/new year/valentine's day. One poem $5*, includes a thorough dissection and analysis so you can impress whomever you're trying to impress. If you buy 3 poems I'll give it to you for $12, ok? If you die die want big words in the analysis you can purchase it at an extra 50c/word. 

Y'know what I'll provide a sample analysis for the poem above:

The poem, in general, espouses the vanity and futility of life. It finds expression in the mundane matters of everyday life; in the case, buying a banana (ok sorry I really don't know how to make buying a banana sound eloquent. Can change fruit if you think bananas remind you too much of dick). This banality not only makes the sequence of actions relatable, but also serves to remind how futility can be found even in the smallest of matters, exposing the persona's bleak outlook. The line breaks function to accentuate the disappointment of the persona as it builds suspense through the pauses, only to tear down the climax at the end with the acknowledgement that life is often undertaken in vain. Although uttered as a despondent sigh by the persona, the conspicuous lack of any italics in the last word also emphasises the loss of resilience, signalling a complete resignation. As such, the loss of belief and motivation can be seen as an indication of a nihilistic mindset, which does not offer any redemption or ideals even by the end of the poem. 

Wtf so many words for only $5, very worth it right?? Lelong lelong~~~




*Subjected to length. 

Es Muss Sein

Today we did The Unbearable Lightness of Being in class. I think what resonated most with me was the negation of the concept of en muss sein - it must be - in the novel.

I used to (still do?) think that everyone I have ever met was because it must be - and it could not have been otherwise. I did not think that it was attributed to chance or fortuity. Sometimes I marvel that I know the people I know, because of the chain of causes leading up to these meetings seem so tenuous in retrospect. But isn't it fate (so cheesy...) when things happen the way they do, despite an infinite number of possibilities that could have run its course instead? Or is it really just chance that a particular chain of events unfold?

Or perhaps we are living the it-has-been-otherwise without realizing it. Sobering thought.


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I'm thinking of reviving this space, but I don't have much content. A lot of blogs seem to make outfit posts their main content. I think if I make my bf (or bae, as they call it nowadays -_-) take a picture of my outfit every time we meet he might bring me to Pulau Ubin and come back by himself. But honestly, besides the lack of content, I have come to - not despise, exactly, but I cannot find a better word for it - my own writing.

I was so discouraged by the results of my academic writing when I first entered university that I stopped writing here (I averaged a B-). My sentences, besides being unable to express my ideas, were flat, ineloquent, and sterile (unfortunately they still are). I thought that was the nature of academic writing, until I read some stuff that a particular professor wrote, and that stuff was just... exquisite.
All I can say is... p o o t. This is the extent of my eloquence.