Songs

I like how for me, a song captures what I'm feeling at that particular time, and traps those feelings into its melody so that whenever I hear that particular song, whatever I was feeling at that particular time all comes rushing back at me. Sometimes good, sometimes bad. Sometimes, long after you have forgotten that you were feeling a particular way at a particular time, an old song will bring back long buried memories and waves of nostalgia. 'Tis nice!

Whiny wusses

Some people are so self centered they think they are the only ones with problems in this world, and they get upset when other people don't put their lives on hold to help them out. They fail to realize or understand that other people also have problems of their own, and the more these other people sacrifice their time to help these whiny wusses, the less time they have to sort out their own problems. And you can rest assured that these whiners will not help you out when it's you who need help, because how dare you ask them for help when they have so many problems to handle and no one is helping them, whine, whine, whine. 

Grow up already. Sort out your own problems, and do it responsibly without dragging everyone around you into your selfish world. Maybe they should try helping others who are less fortunate for a change. But the best part is, I think even if they were to help the less fortunate, it still wouldn't change their perception that their problems are bigger than everyone else's. What to do with these kind of people. Ignore!

Today is what matters

I was feeling grouchy the whole of today, because it's Saturday and I ought to be resting or reading a book or drinking a beer but instead I had all these errands to do, life is not going to just take care of itself! And things didn't go quite as planned because Celcom was closed today, my friend was late for lunch, there was traffic everywhere, the entire population of greater KL was in Ikea (and I'm not fond of human beings at all!) so in a nutshell everything was delayed and I didn't get to finish all my errands.

Then my friend informs me that her dad passed away. And suddenly, just like that, nothing seemed important at all. So what if I didn't finish running my errands today? So what if I didn't read a book today? So what if I didn't drink beer today? 

At least I still have tomorrow. Some people don't. 

Vengeance vs justice

By now the brutal rape and murder of a 23 year old medical student in India is international news. It's an incident that is so unnecessary. I'm sure everyone is asking how did this happen, why did this happen. I understand that the accused were not on any drugs, they only consumed alcohol. So what could make someone commit such a heinous act like that? 

I've asked myself this question before; do I have it in me to kill another human being? The answer is startlingly yes. I think all of us are capable of murder in the "right" context or situation. But the majority of us (and I'm talking about normal people and not people with mental health issues) have the ability to control our (psychotic) murderous tendencies either by upbringing, or social values, or religion, or moral values, or some other form of restraint. 

So do these accused have none of the controlling factors in place? But I reckon many people with similar backgrounds as the accused do exist in the world and I don't think all of them commit heinous crimes like this.

So what is it that made them do what they did? In order to subject any living thing to such cruelty, more so a human being, surely one must truly have such hatred, or perhaps evil, in their very souls. I can't imagine hating anyone that much to inflict that amount of pain and torture on another living being. Because if I were to do that, what does that say of me as a human being? 

Of course, I think the accused deserve to be tortured and executed. If someone did that to a person I love, I have no qualms about seeking them out to the ends of the earth and executing them myself. Some may call it vengeance, I call it justice. But! I will stop short at torturing them. I don't think I have it in me. Or do I? Do we all have it in us if we are pushed to a corner?

If you believe that all babies were born good, how did the accused end up being evil? 

Still sweeping

I've already written about how I keep sweeping things under the carpet because I don't want to deal with a lot of the issues plaguing my life. But it's becoming harder and harder to ignore these vile things under the carpet when everyone around me seems to be getting married and having children, and that choice may never come my way.

If I don't have a child of my own, does that make me lesser of a daughter or a woman? My brain says of course not but my heart says maybe. Deciding for your own is quite different from having things decided for you. Exercising a choice is power, not having a choice is... Well that's just sad.