Sunday, November 28, 2004
So here I sit at my desk, and I write this entry....
It's raining outside now, a light drizzle. It's been raining so much these holidays... kinda spoils the I-wanna-go-to-the-beach! mood. Rain usually isn't equated with happiness in many people; the image of a drab, dreary, rain-soaked landscape certainly isn't joy personified, unless you happen to be sick, twisted, or plain different.
So what am I feeling as I look out at the rain? Melancholy, perhaps... yet somehow I feel a little comforted at the same time. It might be due to the fact that I'm safely esconed in my room, under a roof, looking out at the rain and feeling secure, and yet at the same time it might be something else...
Weather... depending on the individual, it either plays a significant role in one's life, or hardly at all. There's no in-between, no 2 ways about it... it either influences you, or it doesn't. Period. I bet everyone has their favourite time of day, as well as their favourite kind of weather, just like everyone has their own favourite food. And just like the old saying, your weather may not be MY weather. So what do I like? As a kid, I used to like mornings; I loved the brightness that the early morning sun brought, the freshness, without being too hot.
Mornings are still my favourite time of day. The early mornings, anyway. I love breathing in the fresh crispness of the air, watching the pre-dawn sky, seeing it not just as an awakening of the day but also an awakening of the soul. However, I've come to appreciate the night as well. Despite technology enroaching on this once-hallowed time of day, nights are generally quieter than the daytime. Don't need a rocket scientist to tell you that... I love the peace, the tranquility, the sereneness of the night.
Away from all the hustle and bustle of the day, I feel really at ease in the night. That's why I love staying awake through the night, and into the early morning, because I can then experience the 2 best times of the day. There's also a practical reason, being that it's much cooler at night and in the morning, so I need not rely on the aircon, barring a heatwave.
People don't usually tend to have a favourite weather, and for good reason. Many activities are dependant on weather, and not all of them are inclined toward the same kind of weather. Try having a tan during a rainstorm, for instance. This is perhaps less true for rain, but imagine if there were no rain for a long stretch - feel parched, wouldn't you? Yet my ideal weather is a cloudy sky, with plenty of wind. Yet it should be bright enough - gloomy weather isn't my cup of tea, but neither is piercing sunlight.
Unfortunately, this type of weather usually occurs in only one circumstance - just before it rains. It's cloudy, and the winds are chill, but the clouds can't hide out the sun totally, so that it's bright but there is no direct source of light - well-modulated lighting, Mother Nature-style. So it's kinda unstable, and doesn't last for very long in any case. A little like me, perhaps. No, just kidding.
So go ask your friends: what's your favourite weather? Instead of all that crapola about your favourite colour/animal/food/drink/whatever. I guarantee you some really interesting and varied answers.
Runnin' away, you can't pretend...
11:29 PM
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Tuesday, November 16, 2004
Hey I wanna talk to you
Yes, you, I wanna talk to you
What the hell am I talking about? Exactly - just what exactly is talking all about?
Speech is such an inherent part of human society, few bother to give it more than a moment's consideration. Anthropology tells us that humans evolved speech as a more convenient means of communication, so that their hands were free to manipulate objects instead of having to perform sign language. There's also a significant portion on how that spurred human evolution, but that's kinda out of point at the moment.
It comes naturally to us. Even a baby's first cries can be considered speech, however primitive. Every exclamation that we make, be it surprise, anger or whatever, intuitively comes out via our vocal chords. Except for cops and the mute, body and sign language are by and by large ignored by the greater public at hand. Why is this? Why did all other forms of non-verbal communication atrophy with the development of speech? Is it something inbred in us, to the point where speech is as natural as having two eyes, two ears and a nose? Leaving babies aside, who obviously can't know better, it's amazing how much civilization has come to depend on the interplay of sounds that consitute a language.
And how much language does for us. Speech has long bypassed the point where it was merely a means of communication. Just talking to someone to get something off your chest is a tension-relieving affair. The time, the place, even the way I choose to say something to you - all of that conveys much more than the mere words themselves.
Yet speech is but one aspect in the bigger picture of communication. Body language is just as equally revealing, if not more so, than speech, simply because it is much easier for the mind to present a false front than it is for the body. Just like it's easy to imagine holding your breath indefinitely, but your body isn't so capable of said lie. Sign language may not be as forward, but it has the added advantage of being alot less conspicuous than verbal lingusitics.
It's just amazing how much we've come to rely on a single form of communication. Would the world have turned out much different, had it not been so? Perhaps something we'll never know. Then again, I can just probably imagine a parallel universe where speech is about as base as giving you the finger, and the natives are laughing at our vocals.
Ok, I think I'm gonna shut up now :P
Runnin' away, you can't pretend...
9:10 PM