[N.B. The quote might as well be the 27th Tail. That makes this piece the 28th Tail by default]
We wonder and we ponder and we wonder. Having seemingly never had any real relationships, don’t we all wonder whether we can sustain one or not? Sometimes I wonder whether I deserve to have a relationship of my own solely because I haven’t proven I can tackle one. It is those trivial moments of self-doubt which possibly reveal that we care enough to worry whether a relationship will be longstanding or not. We then set to approach it (the relationship) with a bated breath, sweaty hands behind our back, a tentative smile, constantly bitten lips, hope in those eyes, loose strands tucked behind our ears, head tilted to the right… hoping it will work.
“I woke up from life, only to find that it was all a dream.” — Me (I don’t think there’s a quote like that)
2011. To be honest, it was a rather unremarkable year overall. Not that it was bad, because it wasn’t. If you’d ask me to page through the past 18 years of my life, 2011 would have a banal two-liner or so. I started out the year without any resolution. After all, resolutions tend to be restrictive and who said I’d need resolutions to make a successful year? Anyhow, for this year, I do happen to have one: Just do the best I can for anything and make sure I’ve got no regrets. Also, try not to over-do things. Sometimes, being a workaholic has not helped me.
Of all things, 2011 did really grant me a rather exciting summer. I had the time of my life in Korea and picked up a lot of things along the way. I know I made some long-lasting friends. As for the latter half of the year, it just went by in a haste. But, I’m really glad to say that I met this one person who will be in my mind for a long long time. Anyhow, to 2012.
[Since I know that my school’s newspaper too fainthearted to deal with my op-ed on Gaddafi, what other venue works better than my own blog? This also marks my return to the tumblrverse. Thank you for following me]
Death: the end of a life – a life that should be worth no more or no less than others. Yet, when a man like Gaddafi is killed, celebration begins. It’s so morbid that one wonders since when has killing a person been justice served. First, it was Saddam, who was killed on an Eid day and then it was Laden. Yes, they had done many bad deeds. But, such a death? I don’t think any human being deserves that. And, after all, we are no one to determine the worth of a human life and treating the dead in such an appalling way doesn’t make us any more honorable. What happened to granting the dying person one death wish? Forget the fact that the Islamic rituals were not followed for him upon his death; his body was subjected to necrophilic tourism even 3 days after his death, a tale the horror stories are made of.
I wonder why have I not found the urge to do any write-up for so long. Well, if “writing” is “write-up”, then here you go!