.what's wrong with the world.
This is it. It's one of those moments when you feel like the most lousy and catastrophic thing on earth. Within a short stretch of four months, I have been hit by a series of unfortunate events. The countless phones I have changed. The sickening number of times my computer crashed on me. And to add to this string of cursed and distressing happenings, I lost my wallet(along with my club cards and collection of neoprints). ARGHHHH!!! This is the second time I have lost my EZ link card this year! Just Fuck.
And when I thought perhaps, just perhaps, things might go better for me today, my phone cranked up on me! I can't hear anything when I receive calls!
What's wrong with me.
I feel wretched.
.I've had enough.
They are the most unloyal, traitorous things on earth; just when you need them the most, they back out on you. No warning, no sign. They chance on your susceptibility and dependence on them, making you crumble and fall at the most vulnerable yet important time of your life. Oh the numerous times of betrayal and deception, I am past forgiveness and tolerance.
I'm selling all of you to the karang-guni man.
A new printer, a new pair of speakers, a new keyboard and a new hard drive. Oh yes!
aahHHHHHH
It's been a hectic and utterly exhausting week. The only thing I got out of this week though is the sudden realisation of how much this 16-going-17 phase of life sucks. It seems as if this sudden switch from secondary school to JC warrants having to experience the "unpleasantness" of pre-mature adulthood. Clubbing. Drinking. Love shit. Whether driven by peer pressure or just out of sheer curiousity, everyone seems to be entranced by this unspoken "approval" that we are now "of age" to be exposed to what we might deem as -in a way- adverse and unacceptable in the past. Is this really good and necessary? I really don't know.
Perhaps I'm just being bias after what happened on Tuesday but oh wells.
Anyways, I was watching this Oprah Winfrey talk show the other day; it was one of those inspirational episodes when some good people step out to provide a glimmer of light to the world so I thought I would share it here. One of the stories was on how this 14 year old Iraq boy managed to find courage, sacrificing his family and friends for what he believed was right. His father was an Iraqi terrorist leader who constantly abused his mother and him; the last straw probably came when his father threatened to kill and dig out their intestines if he refused to join in the terrorist attacks against the American troops. Despite his friends persuading him to join his father in the attacks, he refused and instead went to the Americans, volunteering to help them fight terrorism on the condition that they pretend to tie him up and capture him. He wanted to protect his mother.
In the end, his mother was murdered. He remained in the US camps, becoming one of their main informants and friends. At the end of the war, the US army generals fought hard for him to live in America with them as they knew that if they leaved him in Iraq, he would be killed. Now, he's waiting to pursue an education that he so deserves.
During the interview, the US troops gave the boy a standing ovation as the boy teared up when one of the generals pulled him in for an embrace and said, "You're family." It's one of those real moments when you cannot help feeling a little overwhelmed and touched upon seeing- the gratitude from the American troops (because of him identifying terrorists who attempted to infiltrate their camp and providing them with valuable information of the terrorist's hideouts, all their troops were able to withdraw from Iraq unharmed) and the heartfelt sincerity and appreciation from the boy for the US army for giving him a place to call home. These are people who represent what good there is left in this world of wars and politics; they provide many with the strength, faith and promise to carry on. I must say that despite these being issues not directly related to us-or rather, my life- at present, it just makes me believe and want to stand out there to fight and play a part as well.
But then again, this will have to wait. 16-going 17. Oh well.
XAVIER YAP! GO FIND MY WATCH OR YOU ARE SOOOO DEAD. Ha ha!
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