Man should not simply live, but live well with conduct governed by moderate virtue. This is regarded as difficult, as virtue denotes doing the right thing, to the right person, at the right time, to the proper extent, in the correct fashion, for the right reason.

Aristotle 

You must know again my reluctance to marry, my feeling that I shatter thereby chances in work which means so much to me… . In our life together I shall not hold you to any medieval code of faithfulness to me, nor shall I consider myself bound to you similarly… . I may have to keep some place where I can go to be myself now and then, for I cannot guarantee to endure at all the confinements of even an attractive cage.

Amelia Earhart

I began to realize how important it was to be an enthusiast in life. If you are interested in something, no matter what it is, go at it full speed ahead. Embrace it with both arms, hug it, love it and above all become passionate about it. Lukewarm is no good.

Roald Dahl  (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

(via ohthestraddler)

The rockets are both a practical and a symbolic representation of our resistance to the occupier. They are a constant reminder that the occupier is in fact an occupier, and that no matter how they may engage in sieges, massacres, fence us in, deny us the basic human needs of life, we will continue to resist and we will continue to hold fast to our fundamental rights, and we will not allow them to be destroyed. So long as one rocket is launched at the occupier, our people, our resistance and our cause is alive. This is why they targeted the rockets – the rockets do make the occupier insecure, because every one is a symbol and a physical act of our rejection to their occupation.

FUUUUUUUU. 

Okay, you know few entries before I wrote about picking up German/Japanese, finishing up with my driving and doing a design course, entailing that I have to take a LoA if I do so?

And since, I am taking a LoA I might as well apply for a full time job for six month and then see where it takes me?

I randomly & idealistically applied for a few days back because I didn’t expect to really get called or replied to and was really just trying my luck because I knew in my subconscious mind that somehow, somewhere I would still be going back to NUS next semester and that it was really an exercise in rhetoric and imagination. But the imaginary is becomign real because FUUU, I got called for an interview for an editor/copywriter job I applied. The interview is tomorrow and I am now anxious and panicking because I don’t know if I should #yolo and just do it and try my best to clinch the job.

Ok, #yolo and #justdoit. Maybe I won’t get the job anyway, after the interview, but it doesn’t hurt to try.

Meanwhile—with the exception of what the BDS movement has managed to accomplish—Israel’s illegality just does not actually quite seem to make it particularly illegitimate, any more than the invasion of Iraq made the US culpable for what has happened since. Rockets falling on Israel must be harshly and uniformly condemned (and are), while air-strikes that have now killed over a hundred people get euphemistically justified as “Israel’s tough response,” by no less than Ban Ki-Fucking-Moon, the Secretary General of the United Nations. Sometimes infractions of international law carry grave consequences; here, they do not seem to.

#NotAllCollectives from The New Inquiry

Yes, it’s a classically white nationalism, one as fizzy and consumable as the Pepsi and Mountain Dew that appear in Lana’s songs (never the more globalized Coca-Cola). An American generation starved for an unfraught image of home can be sated by a pop star whose references are too stale to offend sung in an affect too flat to risk moving us. We know to take it as a product, not a symbol. The cowboys of yesteryear charged with “taming the frontier” are now just white men in hats with guns. And Lana will sing about them pretending they’re the most interesting men in the world.

Ms. America By AYESHA SIDDIQI