after spending the whole morning reading two very different blogs, i have decided i am very very amused. first there is this and then there is this, the former of which won Singapore's Best Blog.

yes, singapore's best blog is owned by a teenager who seems to have a lot to say about ugly people, ugly people who think they are pretty and finally FHM babes. of course i am generalizing a tad too much but my point is this does say something about the general singapore population. i am not flaming her in any way, because her command of english isn't embarrassing and some of the entries actually show her to be quite witty - but essentially the humour is twisted in what i recognize to be rather singaporean [don't ask me how i know, i just get the feel of it after being subjected to PCK by my brothers]. there isn't much of me that can relate to her writing and it made me think about the entirely different groups among these singaporeans. perhaps the minority strive to perfect their english and present intelligent views while her readers take joy in simple humour.

i personally find metastasis a more enjoyable read [and partly because the language offends me less] but i really fear that i have become a snob that frowns upon Singlish of any sort. it's one thing to frown, it's another thing when my previous impressions of the person are altered because he/she speaks differently from i. are we all caught up in this conflict? i'd prefer it not to be.

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yesterday i caught peter pan with yilin and kai. the movie sequences are exactly like the cartoon - and even better. i really enjoyed the show and jeremy sumpter. but essentially, i find peter pan to be a very fascinating story, and it seems i'm not the only one - michael jackson has too, building his life around neverland fantasies and young ones. all fairy tales have this unprecedented depth to them and i especially like the Grimm versions. the language is stunning, especially when reading The Little Mermaid. it far outshines the disney version - but alas, is this because something strange leads me to believe there can be no depth without tragedy? i do find myself very disturbed though by simple disney fairy tales involving all this death that is taken too lightly. death of the wicked witch, death of captain hook, death of basically all that are bad. sure, as young kids we have rejoiced in these 'deaths' but now that i am older i am very much perturbed. the lines between good and evil become more blurred to me, and nothing is ever in black and white anymore. it is not as simple as this, 'he is good and thus he lives, she is evil and thus she dies.' no never again will it be. do i miss those days of childish simplicity? perhaps a little bit, but i think i have grown in compassion and thought [though not enough yet].

peter pan may have eluded age, maybe because he was barred from love. does love age us? yes, perhaps it does. the worry that comes along with loving - those worries of him straying, those worries of her getting into accidents, those worries of never seeing your children again. and as much as people tell us to love and set free - it cannot be done, simply because we are human. there is that worry of him leaving you for someone else and the pain you feel when it happens.

then again, love also makes us young. the passion, the excitement and anticipation, the girlish thoughts of romance. superficial notions, but true nonetheless. love sets us free, and love captures us.

and at the end of it all, i would choose love over an ageless destiny.

+ posted by M @ 1:36 PM