Sunday, January 22, 2012

Distraction

In my previous post, I talked about distraction didn't I? Well... I had a good one with a group of friends in Shibuya a few hours back. It felt great! Really... I made new friends, one of whom was from a country I couldn't point on the European map. Basically  because my geography was lousy... Anyway, the point is, I managed to forget the melancholic feeling that has been enveloping me ever since that incident...  


But...


Once I am back in my cold room... the pain starts to crawl back in.. slicing every inch of my  heart..God.. I really have to stop this from ruining my 4 years here. Be strong me! Another 3 years and 8 months to go ...

頑張れ!自分!

Saturday, January 21, 2012

Marginilisation

Of late, the above word has been repeatedly used here and there that I somehow sense that it has been abused by the users. Everybody tends to think that they are marginilised these day. Whether or not there's truth in the claims, I can't tell.

Single mothers think they are marginilised.

LGBT shout they are marginilised.

Non bumiputra scream they are marginilised.

Malays say that Chinese marginilised them at work

it just doesn't have an end......................

I guess the answer lies in how our puny human brains function. We are programmed to  fear and reject the unknown for our own survival. No matter how much we preach about humanity, deep down.. we are still afraid of each other.. 






Melancholia

It's weird you know. I thought I have grown over that feeling but apparently not...More than 8 years has passed and still... It's tormenting me from within. Why ?  I hope it goes away soon enough. I really need a distraction. A big one that is! Gosh... this is driving me crazy... I am supposed to be able to write anything on this blog since it's not my fb .. but I remember some of my friends who know me in real life sometimes read this .. can't risk them knowing things that I would rather die them let them know.. oh.. that does sound scandalously juicy isn't it? *wink* It is no laughing matter..How am I supposed to spit it out?  I am hurt.. deeply..  I curse the person who reincarnated this sharp throbbing feeling in my heart... curse you.... I curse you with the memory of us..  I hope I am not the only one in pain in the middle of Tokyo at this hour in this cold winter.....  curse you to your grave .. you know who you are...