Okay, so Ive had enough of Dota, had enough of surfing the net, had enough of blogging (ironically, once again), had enough of almost everything and had a very satisfying dinner of Frog Leg and Rice with fab chilli sauce, (at 9pm, which is like lunch to me, yum yum). Even if I wanted, I can't go on the piano because I would be seriously and horribly disturbing to neighbours....
And then.
*poof*, i got the most insane, magical, awesome idea. I was kinda feeling emotional (and I would stress that emotional and emo are defined pretty differently). Started to pick up a drawing block and sketch. I drew 4 emo pieces. And then, I crumbled all of them. Wrote abit of poem on it, and prose. I guess it's a good way to vent our emotional stress and pressure bottled in within. Drawing, and art, is really a good way to spend time, as well, as relax. Though ironically, I find myself concentrating when drawing or sketching.
Then, I did something stupid...
I drew myself.
Of course, with a mirror.
I wonder how much resemblence there is, but there certainly is (according to people Ive asked). You be the judge. I am maladroit at expressing myself with pens and pencils, seriously. but still, I believe I managed to produce something decent for a first timer. I didn't draw those pimples and unshaved hair though. (who would! lol).
I tried sketching Tayye's face, and i Failed SO HORRIBLY, then I am too embarassed to post the picture here.
I guess I feel so influenced. Art is actually very fun, all sorts. Literature, poems, music, drawing, sketching all of them. It's an endeavour, and exploration in the cave of emotions. If music is what emotions sound like, then art is what they look like. But that is for abstract art, I have not reached a level to appreciate such art. But still, I feel so inspired.
And did I mention there was this visit to Picaso's museum at Barcelona. Fab, I can only say fab. He could even draw the transparency of a wedding dress and accurate paintings of the light's reflections. What can I say, genius. I stood before that gigantic painting, in awe. I was "oh my gosh" how did he do that? that guy, the way he saw the world, his eyes, are not normal.
Of course, we ordinary human beings, and of course, like me, someone with no flare for art at all, no talent in it (sighs), will never be able to experience as an inhuman and magnificant perceptions or what I would call "an eye to decompose what we see and build them back again on paper". That is so brillant, it's like magic, or rather visual alchemy. How could some people even do this? Perhaps one would have to take a look at the picture itself to do it. I don't believe such talent is learnable.
And yes, I did chance upon a documentry on the plane, about cellphones. Or rather, more commonly known as our HPs. You know what, the radiation from our cellphones when we talk on our hps are very hazardous. A employee whose job was to test mobile handsets developed a brain tumour after 3 months of work. To add on, the tumour was developed at where the mobile phone was actually most frequently used. I didn't catch the whole show, because of the depth of it (it was complicated to my weak, sleepy mind in the middle of a 15 hour flight, mind you). I was taken aback. I knew it was harmful, well, I thought to a small extent, but headaches could be developed due to overuse of our handphones. Im not talking about SMSing, smsing is probably harmless (and guys do take note, I think there is certain amount of damage receiving too much msg with handphone in our pants, Im serious), taking one or two calls aren't going to give you cancer. But i guess calls that extent to hours, could be cut down. And i seriously worry for people who spend most of the time on the phone, and worst, on the handphone.
And still, I have no solid evidence, you want, ask the experts. I am conveying the gist of what is trying to be conveyed. Don't take my words for it, they may be inaccurate. but still, this is what I have gathered.
I know this is slightly random. I would like some Gp-imbal freak, Engyian, Wenpu, whoever, to answer my question in prose format or gp-styled essays. Though I do think this genre of questions are very unthinkable for exams. But still, here it is, "Is being emotional nessecarily good or bad for a person in modern society". Attempt it please. But drop me a note if you think there is something to clarify about this question.
And did I say something about being emotional just now. Emotional versus Emo. To me, (I have my own array of strange, incongrous definitions, so bear with it). Emotional, is being overwhelmed by emotions, both in positive and negative context, Yet emo, is being overwhelmed by only Bitter, negative, sad emotions. Feeling emo, involves matters, for example, regret, hate, bitterness. While emotional, can be just be feeling nostalgically emotional, slightly melancholic, or it might be bittersweet. This is how I define these, and so when I say emotional, I am not going to drop dead into my bed to cry, it's more of sitting by the window, sipping some coffee and glazing into the horizon. But emo, makes me feel like diving into my bed, sinking my head into the pillow and sulk, sulk sulk, till I get tired of it. Either way, it's an invasion of emotions.
Somethings it makes me ponder. For example, one thing brought up by my piano teacher. Why is it that these hands BELONG to us, but they don't listen to us, they don't obey our instructions. It's the same with sports, all sorts. Why is it that this body, which belongs to us, which shells our souls, which lives with us, are not 100% under our control. Why is it even our brain, mind and heart betray us? Emotions, come into the picture here.
Most crimes, mistakes, happen because we are unable to control ourselves. In the case of manslaughter, it might be the failure to control rage. In the case of murder, it is the unability to restraint and control our mind from the most devilish thoughts. Throughout our lives, growing up, we learn to control our emotions. Infact, we have to.
In the house of emotions, Anger, and love, are probably neighbours. (they cause alot problems) More often than not, majority of the people are able to control their anger, they do feel anger, but yet they are able to refrain themselves from doing something stupid. This is because anger has visible, and REAL consequences. But as for love, people go ahead with their mistakes because the consequence are less obvious, but scars as deeply as the former.
If we can control our anger, why not love?
I have come to a conclusion, love, just like other emotions, anger, pride, hatred, happiness are all animalistic. They radiate from the core of our human nature, and our hearts. But the challenge is controlling them, oppressing them and maniupilating them to suit us and for the greatest benefit of ourselves. The cause of the thousand and one problems around us is the failure to control our emotions.
Therefore, Love is a choice. The reason why people cannot get out, or people fall deeper in, is because they keep telling themselves that they like the person. If we perserve and tell ourselves otherwise, the feelings will go away with it. Our brain works alongside our heart. An earthquake in the heart will cause tremors in the brain and vice versa. (but still, actually, both sources of feelings and thoughts come from the same source, but our mind is soooo adept at confusing us, but this makes me wonder who they are confusing, infact, they're confusing themselves) Oh wow.
And them, if problems can be so easily solved by digging and solving from the root of the problem itself, then life would be bliss and happy. but it makes me ponder again, what is the end of this ultimate "emotional control". Will we become robots? or is even perfection in this aspect totally impossible. And we would melt just like a space shuttle far from even having hopes of getting closer to the sun.
It's really a challenge, to think, and to introspect from a third person's perspective. That is virtually impossible, but yet the solution to thousand and one problems. And once again, introspection, from a third person's point of view, is another serious oxymoron.
But still, it makes me wonder again. Sometimes it is so true that we look at ourselves as if we don't exist. From a third person's perspective. When you look back, the you, is never you, it's like someone else which you have taken over. I would make a very provoking point here, are we ourselves at only this second. We constantly change, change, change.
And once again, perhaps emotional discipline could be the solution to many of our soceity's problems.
Well said, but it is indeed an extremely uphill task to carry out this 'emotional discipline" even to the slightest extent.
Ive been talking too much
1646 word blog post. congrats
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