Behind The Physical Law of the Mental

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Today, we will visit this picture, first seen at a blog I follow.

We have to break this cycle down very carefully, for it can happen to any of us.

First, we see that it is a closed cycle. Hence, the 2nd Law of Thermodynamics apply, which states that:

Basically, it states that it is impossible for entropy to decrease in a closed system.

Thank you Urban Dictionary.

So basically it means that as long as the cycle continues, internal chaos will increase until it reaches a maximum. Whether the person can take this chaos, depends on the person entirely.

But not everyone can survive this chaos. So for most of us, we must have an external force acting on the equation, so that if we get trapped in, we have a way out.

What is the way out, you may ask? Well, I'm sorry, but I can't really help you with that, even though I really want to. See, being beings of different personalities, we run on very different systems. A different catalyst; a different reactant; a different reaction condition. What I am saying is that you have to find your own solution.

Sports, food, love, attention, book, media, whatever really.

What's mine, you ask?


Whacking slimes.

You should try it sometimes.

And writing helps too.

Cya. Please don't wander into endless cycles, ya?

Behind Door 6621

I wonder if my room misses me.

So last night, which was literally my last night back in my student hall, I found out what it was like to use my bed sheet as a blanket.

Yup. My room has seen some very weird stuff happening here.

But it has served me well through the 9 months I've been here. So I would like to take this opportunity to make an ode:

Six - six - twenty one,

Kept me sheltered, let me bed,

Now I'm prone to be gone,

Who will take my place instead?

Will he shift your souls once more?

Will he decorate your door? Your floor?

Will he lie staring, wonder who's caring,

Oh, never realizing what you're ever for.

Six - six - twenty one,

Scarlet carpet, hidden stains,

All alone, twas safe to moan,

Do you understand pretend pains?

In four months time we shall see,

How the hopsit trees speak to he.

How he cupboards his fear and all he holds dear,

It better be clear that he's better than me.

And that's it really. Can't really say much about the room to be honest, because everyone has one, and none can beat home. But still. 9 months.

I'm gonna miss this place. 

I wonder if my room misses me. 

Eh, that's it for now I guess. Maybe when I'm back in my room in Malaysia I'll sing a different tune.

But till then, cya.

Behind Magic

What is magic?

My other answer to everything.

Dammit Urban Dictionary....

The ability to use cheat codes or hacks in real life.

Dammit Urban Dictionary!!

Magic is the one thing that nobody can understand.

That's more like it.

But there is a place where the magic does happen.

A place that everybody knows, but nobody knows.

A place where everyone wants to meet some people who were there, even if they are a couple years late.

A place where night turns to day, where knights slay dragons, and where Nightwing may one day fly again.

That's right, a MOVIE STUDIO.

More specifically, and a little more literally, Warner Bros. Studio's The Making of Harry Potter.

Hogwarts look awesome.

But I won't bore you with the wonderful details of each delicate step towards the making of the films. Props, casting, makeup, sound, camera, acting, marketing, finance, locations, costumes, scripts, machines, potions, spells..... I'm pretty sure many other blogs have covered this magical complex.

Instead, I will be talking about real magic.

To me, magic is the stuff miracles are made of, no matter by fray, by pray or what comes may. To make the impossible possible. A prime example will be flying. A mere 100 years ago, people could only dream of flying. Now, with the invention of broomsticks airplanes, people are flying all over the place. What was once impossible is now a daily occurrence. Who's to say in the future, we can't manage death spells interstellar travel?

To me, magic is producing the unexpected. This blog is magic, for example. It allows anything in my mind right now to be produced on a screen, for the world to see; but of course I wouldn't bet on the world acknowledging it. Heck, I bet when JK Rowling started to write that book on that train ride so many years back, it wouldn't even have crossed her mind that it would be the worldwide phenomena that it is today. It's unexplainable. Therefore, it's magic. #FlawlessLogic

Speaking of unexpected...

Although I daresay that ending will not be as magical as the one that lived.

And of course, there are people who thinks magic is purely something like this:

Pew pew pew.

But I don't blame them. It's what the current media makes it to be.

No, scratch that. Magic is what you make it to be. 

It's like art.

Wait. Turning pigments into a bird?

That HAS to be magic.

I really don't know what I'm doing here. Playing with magic??

Cya.

Behind My Own Religion, Pt 1

The route of the search for a religion is long and winding.

I am, as of now, so unsure of myself that I am sure I am unsure.

But the search continues.

And I will document my progress here.

Not with sprites.

But with MUSIC. A journey this epic requires its own musical!!!

I hope you understand how I feel, and I genuinely hope your own search is satisfactory.

Cya,

Behind Art

Wootz!

Now that the year is pretty much over for me, I now have time and motivation to do stuff aside from academicals.

Like art.

But what is art, anyway? According to the Internet:

"Art is making something out of nothing then selling it"

Frank zappa said that about art

Dang it, Urban Dictionary!

Well, for most people, art goes something along the lines of:

A memory of my brief visit to the Van Gogh and Picasso museum. Long queues, but totally worth it.











These same people would say the same thing about the arts of today:

Okay, perhaps that wasn't the most legitimate of comparisons, but you see where I am getting at here.

Yes, I know, the art now looks as if the artist is a lazy bum who sells $10 of canvas and $5 of paint for $250.... Well, why are people buying them then?! I say if it's too expensive for you, make your own. Simple supply-and-demand applies here.

Besides, the thing about art is that it's not limited to just any one style, and so you are free to make your own style. Anything you draw, anything you do, anything you say; basically, anything you can create, could and should be an art.

I say books are an art. Lots of thought have gone into the writing of a good book. Like Terry Pratchett's Discworld series. Bringing life to 300 pages a book, creating life on the back of a giant turtle, and sucking readers into it, with no escape whatsoever. If that isn't art, I don't know what is. (In fact, Dicsworld has even influenced my views on religion, even more than one certain book. THAT is how awesome it is.)

Or TV series. For the exact same argument as book, you can say that TV series and movies are a form of art as well. I mean, people cry over it. Have you ever watched Sherlock, Doctor Who or, heaven forbid, Game of Thrones?! Now that's a show which has broken many a fan's heart.

Now what if we mix those two genres together....

Yup. That's art.
(If you do not get the reference, stop reading this blog, and go pick up Men At Arms by Terry Pratchett. Go watch Sherlock as well. Now.)

And then there's me and my sprites.

......

Still art.

TL;DR: Art is just what you say it is, just like a whole lot of other things. Don't get too worked out about it, cause you and me: we have differing tastes. So critique, yes, but don't judge. And most importantly, enjoy it.

Cya later this week, hopefully with a better animation than this.






Oh crap, did I forget about music?! Eh, too late now.... Maybe next time.

Behind A Routine

Exam's are here,
What do I hear?
A student's fear,
To make the year.
So face the leer;
Follow your peer,
Not for beer,
But to steer
Somewhere near
A sage or seer.
Let us veer
Oh-so-clear
Away from jeer
And Metal Gear.
Watch your rear,
There may be tears
But by next year:
Move up a tier.
So hear my cheer:
You're my dear.
Cya.

Behind The First Day of Spring

The sun rises through a winter veil.... And I am here. Safe.

Which is incidentally my birthday! Yay! But... A moment of silence for MH370. May there be peace.

Spring denotes change, and there has been a lot of new stuff in my life.

Firstly, I had one of my first major exams just before the Easter break. The fact is that those exams were not exactly study extensive, and there's another big one right after Easter. I feel like I've wasted the first week of the break doing very unproductive stuff, such as Youtube, Twitter and Facebook. The evil death trap trilogy of social media.

I know that I should be converting my time into something useful, such as learning a new skill (coding, dabbling in stocks, gymming, ANYTHING really). But when you step into a period of nothingness after 3 months of monotonous routine, you tend to like doing nothing for awhile.

~Today I don't feel like doing anything~

Maybe even fishing. But at the Thames....?

To be fair, I have been doing SOME stuff. Being a medical student, one does not really expect me to be bothered with fields outside the sciencey fiencey medical schmedical. But honestly, while you have the chance and the time (relative to other years at least), why not diversify? Be different from the run of the mill. Explore the unfamiliar. Test the waters, before medicine completely takes over my life. Besides, I heard that business skills are important everywhere, and round-tables and dialogues are perfect opportunities to know the top shots in the different industries. They succeeded with their experience, so we should learn from them, shouldn't we? Why mess with a winning formula?

I'll tell you why. Because we are all same in the way that we are all unique. We work better in different environments and different methods, and resonance only works with one particular frequency: your own. What works for them may not work for you. You can't use a cookie recipe to bake a cake.

Why am I using all these analogies?

However, they were very nice people to talk with, and they did have very good insights and advice. One I particularly insight that was echoed by many of the leaders was that you should always do what you love. The paycheck is just a bonus. Especially in the field of medicine, where healing is it's own reward.

Even though I love my course (well maybe not the lecturers(some), although the content is just amazing), I do wish to go around and explore. Maybe I'll find a second love. Secondary to medicine anyway.

With a new year, changes abound. So many new chapters, so little time....

I'll end it here with a poem:

Breaking Randomly

It's funny

how you can become

a poet

by line

breaking randomly.

Cya later in the break! I'm gonna update pretty soon.