5:37am and not sleeping yet. Though I am supposed to study for my paper this week, no special reason why I needed to stay up. Could have just slept early just now and start fresh the next day. Or maybe it has been a while since I enjoyed the night without needing to have reasons.
With everyone sleeping and the weather is just right, it feels as if the night is yours. As if time stops and you have all the comfort and time in the world to contemplate on the what-might-have-been and what-would-be. Quite a selfish thought really, but I think once a while it helps. A temporary license to be irresponsible.
Monday, September 24, 2012
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Returning from hiatus. Part 2.
With the booming of social networking sites everywhere, I wonder if people still blog. And speaking of which, why am I here again?
A fellow blogger of mine recently sat down with me and shared her thoughts on rekindling her love for writing and blogging. "Blogging?" my inner impulse went, "In this day and age? When people can simply express their feelings in bite-size form on Facebook statuses and twitter pages? Preposterous!".
And yet, a tiny little spark suddenly appeared in me as well.
Yes. Blogging. Writing. It used to mean something to me. Something more than fishing followers to my page. Something more than the boasts of rare vocabulary and weird sentence structures.
But for some reason, I moved on. Out of boredom? Disappointment? I can't remember. It is like trying to focus in a fake and cheap gypsy ritual to conjure an image of my past life.
But enough of reasons. Would I write again?
...Why not?
Just because.
A fellow blogger of mine recently sat down with me and shared her thoughts on rekindling her love for writing and blogging. "Blogging?" my inner impulse went, "In this day and age? When people can simply express their feelings in bite-size form on Facebook statuses and twitter pages? Preposterous!".
And yet, a tiny little spark suddenly appeared in me as well.
Yes. Blogging. Writing. It used to mean something to me. Something more than fishing followers to my page. Something more than the boasts of rare vocabulary and weird sentence structures.
But for some reason, I moved on. Out of boredom? Disappointment? I can't remember. It is like trying to focus in a fake and cheap gypsy ritual to conjure an image of my past life.
But enough of reasons. Would I write again?
...Why not?
Just because.
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Return from hiatus. Yet again.
I do not know how many months since I wrote a post but I have decided to once again rejuvenate this little space of mine. With useless trinkets of words and hopefully wise rantings.
But hope; I have none. Never did. This little space is only meant for me to produce mementos for me and me alone to reflect upon later in life. However, on the off-chance that a random passerby of the inter-nets have come to develop a liking to my whimsical writings, I humbly accept your love. Or at least your curiosity.
I decided to re-vamp my header once again since I can no longer relate to the title "pure like a blade." Despite having successfully settled on a more appropriate header title, I feel that the design have come off unsatisfactory to my expectation. Hopefully I can come up with a better one soon.
Much has happened since my last post. Happenings in my life and outside. It is a time of calmness aside a time of chaos. Yet I am finding myself more and more... stoic. As I dive further and further into this state, the question glares brighter and brighter to my face: should I be worried?
But now, I find myself saying,"I don't know. Maybe I just don't give a fuck."
But hope; I have none. Never did. This little space is only meant for me to produce mementos for me and me alone to reflect upon later in life. However, on the off-chance that a random passerby of the inter-nets have come to develop a liking to my whimsical writings, I humbly accept your love. Or at least your curiosity.
I decided to re-vamp my header once again since I can no longer relate to the title "pure like a blade." Despite having successfully settled on a more appropriate header title, I feel that the design have come off unsatisfactory to my expectation. Hopefully I can come up with a better one soon.
Much has happened since my last post. Happenings in my life and outside. It is a time of calmness aside a time of chaos. Yet I am finding myself more and more... stoic. As I dive further and further into this state, the question glares brighter and brighter to my face: should I be worried?
But now, I find myself saying,"I don't know. Maybe I just don't give a fuck."
Thursday, November 18, 2010
We all start from zero
I have just realized that I can no longer be truly angry towards ignorant or, for the lack of a better word, stupid people anymore.
I find that being mad at the "uninformed" is something similar like getting mad at poor people. I mean, is it really their fault that they are poor? One might conjure up common reasons like laziness, poor financial planning or simply having no luck at all. But I do not go around having rants or talking trash to poor people just because of the fact that they are financially inadequate. I understand that there are several factors outside their control that have caused them to be how they are.
I mean, no one really wishes themselves to be poor, right? At least that is my personal assumption. If it is otherwise, then I may have a right to argue with them because it is a conscious decision on their part.
I feel the same principle goes with uhh... idiocy. (for the lack of a better sounding word)
Take driving etiquette for example. We all have been learning the same syllabus although different driving schools. Yet when we have attained the "P" license, are you telling me that no one has ever forgot to give signals when trying to cut lanes? That no one has ever drove below 70kmph in the fast lane? Of course we have. Well, maybe not necessarily the things I have pointed out just now, but the point is we all make mistakes. Either due to forgetfulness or just uninformed.
So if I am to compare again to the "poor people" analogy, why are we quick to judge when we could spare them a few ringgits we can afford? Why do we condemn when we can educate? After all, someone did say "knowledge is wealth". So why don't we share the wealth?
Of course in the possible case the "uninformed" is a stupid arrogant fuck, I'd say cuss the hell outta him and hope he gets hit by a truck that is being driven by another stupid arrogant fuck.
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Okay, fine... I rectify: In the possible case that the uninformed is arrogant AND ignorant, well, it is a different story all together. You can't really do much to anyone like that now, can you?
I find that being mad at the "uninformed" is something similar like getting mad at poor people. I mean, is it really their fault that they are poor? One might conjure up common reasons like laziness, poor financial planning or simply having no luck at all. But I do not go around having rants or talking trash to poor people just because of the fact that they are financially inadequate. I understand that there are several factors outside their control that have caused them to be how they are.
I mean, no one really wishes themselves to be poor, right? At least that is my personal assumption. If it is otherwise, then I may have a right to argue with them because it is a conscious decision on their part.
I feel the same principle goes with uhh... idiocy. (for the lack of a better sounding word)
Take driving etiquette for example. We all have been learning the same syllabus although different driving schools. Yet when we have attained the "P" license, are you telling me that no one has ever forgot to give signals when trying to cut lanes? That no one has ever drove below 70kmph in the fast lane? Of course we have. Well, maybe not necessarily the things I have pointed out just now, but the point is we all make mistakes. Either due to forgetfulness or just uninformed.
So if I am to compare again to the "poor people" analogy, why are we quick to judge when we could spare them a few ringgits we can afford? Why do we condemn when we can educate? After all, someone did say "knowledge is wealth". So why don't we share the wealth?
Of course in the possible case the "uninformed" is a stupid arrogant fuck, I'd say cuss the hell outta him and hope he gets hit by a truck that is being driven by another stupid arrogant fuck.
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Okay, fine... I rectify: In the possible case that the uninformed is arrogant AND ignorant, well, it is a different story all together. You can't really do much to anyone like that now, can you?
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Where is the love?
We may have inherited his teachings, but not his love. Peace be upon him, the Teacher of Teachers.
Friday, October 29, 2010
Fate
I think the idea of fate, at least in my culture, is funny. These days people are justifying their actions with only "fate".
"Oh, it's not meant to be" or "What is fated is fated." or "Oh it's no use going against fate."
Now I have no problems believing the concept of destiny, that everything is predetermined from a time before time or something like that. But let me ask you this: How do you know that it is fated?
Did God himself hand you the book of destiny, that He himself wrote, for you to peer upon and instantly you know whats coming to you 5 years from now? Did some angelic figure revealed to you a teaser of what is going to happen next week?
Okay, to be fair, maybe some of us receives "prophetic" dreams that may actually predict events in the near future, but for the most of us, it is probably random dreams or even wet ones.
My point is that though we are told to believe that everything is predetermined, that every events have already been written before even time starts ticking, we do not know WHAT is actually written.
Because, as a normal human being, it would neurotic if you would know what you are going to do for the 5 minutes every time. I know that I am going to campus after this, and on the way I will step on a piece of chewed gum, and after wards I am going to find 50 bucks on the sidewalk and probably my day is going to end with me "accidentally" slipping on the bathroom floor and fall. And all that I know before I even get out of bed in the morning.
How can I possibly function normally? What about the excitement of uncertainty? Of surprise? What about FREE WILL GODDAMMIT??
I am not refuting fate or destiny. I know deep inside my heart that this thing is way bigger than all of us, in terms of comprehension or scale or whatever.
All I want is to be human.
"Oh, it's not meant to be" or "What is fated is fated." or "Oh it's no use going against fate."
Now I have no problems believing the concept of destiny, that everything is predetermined from a time before time or something like that. But let me ask you this: How do you know that it is fated?
Did God himself hand you the book of destiny, that He himself wrote, for you to peer upon and instantly you know whats coming to you 5 years from now? Did some angelic figure revealed to you a teaser of what is going to happen next week?
Okay, to be fair, maybe some of us receives "prophetic" dreams that may actually predict events in the near future, but for the most of us, it is probably random dreams or even wet ones.
My point is that though we are told to believe that everything is predetermined, that every events have already been written before even time starts ticking, we do not know WHAT is actually written.
Because, as a normal human being, it would neurotic if you would know what you are going to do for the 5 minutes every time. I know that I am going to campus after this, and on the way I will step on a piece of chewed gum, and after wards I am going to find 50 bucks on the sidewalk and probably my day is going to end with me "accidentally" slipping on the bathroom floor and fall. And all that I know before I even get out of bed in the morning.
How can I possibly function normally? What about the excitement of uncertainty? Of surprise? What about FREE WILL GODDAMMIT??
I am not refuting fate or destiny. I know deep inside my heart that this thing is way bigger than all of us, in terms of comprehension or scale or whatever.
All I want is to be human.
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