The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter,
It isn’t just one of your holiday games;
You may think at first I’m as mad as a hatter
When I tell you, a cat must have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES.
First of all, there’s the name that the family use daily,
Such as Peter, Augustus, Alonzo or James,
Such as Victor or Jonathan, George or Bill Bailey—
All of them sensible everyday names.
There are fancier names if you think they sound sweeter,
Some for the gentlemen, some for the dames:
Such as Plato, Admetus, Electra, Demeter—
But all of them sensible everyday names.
But I tell you, a cat needs a name that’s particular,
A name that’s peculiar, and more dignified,
Else how can he keep up his tail perpendicular,
Or spread out his whiskers, or cherish his pride?
Of names of this kind, I can give you a quorum,
Such as Munkustrap, Quaxo, or Coricopat,
Such as Bombalurina, or else Jellylorum-
Names that never belong to more than one cat.
But above and beyond there’s still one name left over,
And that is the name that you never will guess;
The name that no human research can discover—
But THE CAT HIMSELF KNOWS, and will never confess.
When you notice a cat in profound meditation,
The reason, I tell you, is always the same:
His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation
Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name:
His ineffable effable
Deep and inscrutable singular Name.
What a long day in the office. 2 incompetent people trying to devalue each other to get the best bargain but in the end only realize we are the victim of reality. I can only blame myself for being so laid back all these years to live a gypsy life and lack the competence to just leave. Now I probably have to fork out double effort to get myself ready for what I REALLY WANT, before it’s too late. Well but it’s not that bad. At least I can focus on some practical stuff and forget about the existential shit. (back to Sisyphus mode)
Fear of seeing a police car pull into the drive.
Fear of falling asleep at night.
Fear of not falling asleep.
Fear of the past rising up.
Fear of the present taking flight.
Fear of the telephone that rings in the dead of night.
Fear of electrical storms.
Fear of the cleaning woman who has a spot on her cheek!
Fear of dogs I’ve been told won’t bite.
Fear of anxiety!
Fear of having to identify the body of a dead friend.
Fear of running out of money.
Fear of having too much, though people will not believe this.
Fear of psychological profiles.
Fear of being late and fear of arriving before anyone else.
Fear of my children’s handwriting on envelopes.
Fear they’ll die before I do, and I’ll feel guilty.
Fear of having to live with my mother in her old age, and mine.
Fear of confusion.
Fear this day will end on an unhappy note.
Fear of waking up to find you gone.
Fear of not loving and fear of not loving enough.
Fear that what I love will prove lethal to those I love.
Fear of death.
Fear of living too long.
Fear of death.
I’ve said that.
I like the movie. Mainly because of the emotional depth it offers, thanks to the brilliant screenplay and the impeccable acting of Philip Seymour Hoffman. It was slow paced, quiet, subtle yet very intense. But the gut feeling says that something’s not right with the story and the writer itself. such an odd feeling. Definitely not because of the gayish subject nor the soulful portrayal of Perry Smith. I do not have the higher moral ground to judge people on this aspect. I think objectively speaking it’s because of the new genre of the writing called nonfiction novel, which was dubbed as “New Journalism”.
True enough the story is very compelling and intriguing due to the technical mastery of the writer. It’s also quite fair to say that the story is ground breaking because it is REAL, albeit written in a fictional format. But when it comes to journalism, I can’t help but to ask the “worthiness” of writing such story in great length because in journalism you are writing for the mass not the niche. Offering emotional depth doesn’t justify the act. The death of Shane Todd (Financial Times) allegedly involving Singapore government run agency and Hua Wei deserves such investigative report / writing, so as the Watergate story that exposed Nixon’s dirty trick (All The President’s Men), or our very own 1MDB scandal (The Guardian). But not the murder case of a family in Kansas and it’s murderer … I really feel bad to say that but … if one really wants to put this story under “Journalism” (be it old or new) the only thing worth mentioning is the commercial success and the fame it brings. To me it will be less awful to categorize Capote’s work under fiction, however authentic it maybe, so that people like Tom Wolfe or Stanley Kauffman can STFU. It may lose some charm of being just a “fictional” work but I personally still find it quite extraordinary due to its unconventional way of portraying the murderer.
Cameron: [messing with Chase’s head] Sex *could* kill you. Do you know that the human body goes through when you have sex? Pupils dilate, arteries constrict, core temperature rises, heart races, blood pressure skyrockets, respiration becomes rapid and shallow, the brain fires bursts of electrical impulses from nowhere to nowhere, and secretions spit out of every gland, and the muscles tense and spasm like you’re lifting three times your body weight. It’s violent. It’s ugly. And it’s messy. And if God hadn’t made it *unbelievably* fun, the human race would have died out eons ago. Men are lucky they can only have one orgasm. You know that women can have an hour long orgasm?
House: It was so perfect it was beautiful.
Wilson: Beauty always seduces us on the way to the truth.
House: And triteness kicks us in the nuts!
Cuddy: It’s not gonna work. You know why? Because this is fun. You think of something to make me miserable, I think of something to make you miserable… It’s a game, and I’m gonna win, because I got a head start: You are already miserable.
I have a bad feeling that the class will be highly bias and misleading, especially when the the discussion on the example starts people tends to forget where they come from and where are they heading to. Also the syllabus is somewhat messy according to my reading on philosophy of aesthetics ages ago. I better do some revision and research first just so that when the teacher and classmates go haywire I am still cool and know where I stand. Having that said, am still glad that after 3 months gap finally there’s something I am looking forward to. just some stupid anticipation on random talking and thinking but that’s good enough to pull me out from the even more stupid abyss.
藝術作品的本源－蒙德里安－虛無主義－毒品－謊言－羊人為美─浪漫主義－周星馳－死亡美學－庖丁解牛─神─行為美學－身體─美的濫用－隱喻－突現美學－醜－藝術形上學－Girl Generation－象徵－藝術的終結－文以載道－想像力－愉悅－幻覺－康斯坦汀－蔡元培－化妝─詩無邪－強力意志－克羅奇－遊戲－席勒－康德－判斷力批判－無功利性－羅丹－Kazuo Ono－詩意地棲居－距離說－移情說─直覺－詩言志－為藝術而藝術－不確定性－能量美學－作者已死－現代性－羅蘭巴特－讀者再創造－突現美學。
Benedetto Croce’s Theory of Intuition
Gadamer’s The Play of Art
Edward Bullough’s Aesthetic Distance
Theodor Lipps’ Concept of Empathy
Kant’s Aesthetic Theology
Kant’s Critique of Judgement
Roland Barthes’ The Death of the Author
Heidegger’s The Origin of the Work of Art
Heidegger’s Poetic Dwelling
Heidegger’s Being and Time
Piet Cornelies Mondrian
Life is worth living. So live. Live. Live. Live. Live. Explore every possibility to live. Be vulnerable. Be irrational. Find someone to love. And try to live with that kind of love. Stop reading Schopenhauer, Sartre, Camus etc. Believe in free will. Believe your life is not entirely futile. Be an agnostic. Run. Sleep. Flip the newly published Ikea catalogue. Take LRT to visit all the new stations and have a cup of coffee at the cafe nearby. Have a piece of cake. Brownie. Oreo Cheese Cake. Raspberry Cheesecake. Tiramisu. Plug in earphone and play your favourite songs in Spotify. Forget about the draining of monthly data. Watch people passing by. Watch how they talk, walk, laugh, got lost and found. Watch how they live and try to imitate that. Don’t let the dread sets in. Live. Don’t give up. Don’t give in. Live. Live. Live.
Te: I am stuck, can’t find the way out. It’s no way I could find meaning in the meaningless, infinite in the finite. Dear Ni, perhaps you should consider the leap of faith, the so-called philosophical suicide.
Ni: It’s okay this kind of problem were not meant to be solved by you. Maybe I should let Fi take over.
Fi: I’m depressed. I have bipolar disorder.
Se: I wanna go Ikea & have random sex …
Ni: Oh no …. Te you go on. Fi and Se is destructive.
Te: But I can’t …
Ni: Just pretend that you are doing your job.
Te: okay ….
Te: btw can I go back to Schopenhauer Sartre Camus Nietsche?
Ni: yes but don’t overdose…
- Currently we have ONE runner qualified for Spartathlon – 24H Lee Chun How 185.1km
- ONE Runner get to run under 11 hours for 100km road race – TITI 100km Munintaran Sundram 10.31 (2015)
- Susan Swier from Taiwan has set 4 CR in total – Langkawi Ultra 100km, Penang Ultra 100km (overall CR), TITI Ultra 200km and 24H
- Four Overall CR were set by women – Penang Ultra 50km (Deborah Chin), Penang Ultra 100km (Susan Swier), UM24 12hours (Poi Yee Lam) and Putrajaya 100km (Lim Siawhua)
50km – 99km
TITI Ultra 50km
|3:58 Raymond Wareham (2015)|
|5:54 Joo Chin Goh (2016)|
Route 68 Challenge 50km
|4:27 Chris Sachs (2016)|
|4:57 Chandra Pike (2016)|
Langkawi Ultra 50km
|3:59 Thomas Nickel (2016)|
|5:25 Linda Then Yee Yen (2016)|
Penang Ultra 50km
|4:53 Lim Yew Khuay (2015)|
|4:43 Deborah Chinn (2015)|
|Ungu 56km||5:52 Chandra Pike (2016)|
Putrajaya 100 52km
|5:55 Daniel Chow (2015)|
|7:07 Kartini Ahmad Kamal (2015)|
|Pink Ultra 50km||time and distance wasn’t fixed|
|Beaufort 60km||Results not available|
Route 68 Challenge 70km
|6:18 David Jean Paul Fon Joulieau (2016)|
|7:47 Siew Yee Wen (2016)|
|7:59 Masaaki Otake (2016)|
|8:12 Tahira Najmunisaa (2016)|
Putrajaya 100 78km
|9:58 Frank Hesse (2015)|
|10:07 Yeong Lai Ling (2015)|
Penang Ultra 84km
|9:47 Yim Heng Fatt (2015)|
|10:12 Christine Loh (2014)|
100km – 200km
|TITI Ultra 100km||10:31 Munintaran Sundram (2015)|
|12:15 Charlotte Teoh (2014)|
|Langkawi Ultra 100km||11:16 David Christopher (2016)|
|11:32 Susan Swier (2016)|
|Penang Ultra 100km||11:55 Munintaran Sundram (2014)|
|11:25 Susan Swier (2015)|
|Putrajaya 100km||16:14 Wei Siong Chong (2015)|
|15:31 Siawhua Lim (2015)|
|Putrajaya 100miles||No finisher *|
|TITI Ultra 200km||31:25 Alex Koh (2015)|
|32:44 Susan Swier (2015)|
Time based races
|UM24 6hours||all below 50km|
|UM24 12 hours||80.9km Yee Hoo Leong (2015)|
|86.7km Poi Yee Lim (2015)|
|Back 2 Endurance 12 hours||108.1km Lim Yew Khuay (2015)|
|96.6km Fujii Loh (2015)|
|Bukit Cinta Ultra 12 hours||105km David Christopher (2015)|
|75km Zaliza Zulkafli (2015)|
|Watergate 16 hours||130km Ah Siao (2016)|
|105km Dolly Lim (2016) Fujii Loh (2015)|
|Botani Putrajaya 24 hours||151.8km Abdul Rahman bin Abu Hassan (2016)|
|124.2km Tahira Najmunisaa (2016)|
|Taman Jaya Park 24 hours||185.15km Lee Chun How (2016)|
|144.9km Susan Swier (2016)|
|UM24 24 hours||162.4km Ah Siao (2015)|
|150.4km Christine Loh (2015)|
*Results of Putrajaya 100 (2014 edition) is not available online
100km – 10:00 (Men), 10:30 (Women)
100miles – 21:00 (Men), 22:00 (Women)
200 to 220km – 29:00 (Men), 30:00 (Women)
12 hours – 120km (Men), 110 (Women)
24 hours – 180km (Men), 170km (Women)
48 hours – 280km (Men), 260km (Women)
Didn’t join the race this year but very happy to have volunteered (just for few hours) and paced some runners (Shine, Waikay). Judging from the photos taken, I look slightly slimmer than the year before. I mean still fat especially the waist and thigh, but face looks okay not much double chin lol. Should work harder to lose more weight so that in future events I could give more visually pleasing experience to the officials and pacee. ahahaha being shallow is fun. Also it’s mentally rewarding to pace others coz get to talk crap and psychoanalyze people.