Wednesday, February 28, 2007

red earth

"The colour comes from all the blood thats been spilled fighting over the land"

"Do you know where the word infant-try comes from? It means Child Soldier..."

Sometimes, we forget the world is more than just our family, our friends, our associates, the famous faces and places we know. Sometimes it takes something close to home, close to heart, to remember that we are not alone. The world is bigger than just the comfortable landscapes and buildings and movies and cars that lucky people like us indulge in everyday.

The third ambulance for the year arrived yesterday. It seems incidents are getting more serious with every one that comes. Today we find out that its already the "limit". I did not personally know the girl, i had never really seen her, or spoken to her, i knew not of her existence till it ended. But i do know that some people know her, some have spoken to her, people who care and grieve and mourn and rack their brains for an explanation of how and why. I know they exist and through them she exists. This blog post will be dedicated to her. Her and all the children growing up in war torn affrays, screaming in chaos all their life.

Its shocking how fragile life is. Passing through life in our modern society, being used to the idea, the "evidence" all around us that the end comes for the aged, the sick, the less privileged, the suicidal, the druggies, alcoholics and smokers, the others. Never us, never the young and healthy, normal schoolkids. This comes as a brutal reminder that fate is cruel and needs no logic, no reason to tear itself away from us.

We always hear "think of the children in Africa" when we waste anything. Ours parent, our elders grew up being told that by their elders who were told it by their elders and so forth, and they now tell it to us. It is a simple testament to the complicated, endless, cruel chaos that seems to be the culture of this place we call "the cradle of humanity". Yet it is a cesspool of conflicts and corruption. They say humans are inherently evil, perhaps this explains that view. After all, there are so many other places mired in anarchy, unrest, mindless violence, psychotic violence, calculated violence. Violence violence violence, its like its in our genes to fight over everything. Its so common that untouched people like us tend to forget how bad the suffering can be, how dirty and intense and unfair the torment can get. Let us remember these chldren, these victims, as we continue our daily lives. Watching blood diamond, remembering the events of yesterday and the news delivered today, i will remember. Those people who say we are inherently evil also say that it is God and our actions that makes us good. God is omnipresent so we are not hopeless, damned souls, all we need is some actions to prove it.

Yesterday a soul left our school. It is sudden, unexpected, unbelievable. I never knew the girl, now I'll never know her. We cherish those around us and so cannot complaecently pass our days believing such crap will never happen to us because it just did. Not directly but in some way a death will certainly affect us in ways we can't immediately realise. Perhaps someone with completely zero link to her is crying in the toilet now. Perhaps someone like that has just made a life changing decision because of her. No matter how distanced we are, passing away is no trivial matter. After all, it involves a life just like ours.

This short post took almost 2 hours of my time as i struggled to consolidate my thoughts. I guess i had been evading the matter up till now and had deigned to dwell upon such depressing matters. After all, our minds tend to look to the light. Now i still feel uneasy as my own problems shrink to minisculity in comparison and yet i hear them screaming out to me their significance in my life, in my future. Whats done is done, whats past is past. I should accept we can do is to honour the memory of those past and move on.


To the family, friends and acquaintances of the girl, i am truly sorry for the loss of her and while no amount of anything can make up for the loss of a life, be comforted to know that she will be remembered and loved and missed for a long long time to come.

May her soul rest in peace in heaven.


immortality in memories

Monday, February 26, 2007

hollow

Some people think its all for recognition. The honour, the glory, the boons, the gold, silver and bronze. That the world is about credit and fame and fortune. It is a cliche many know is known, yet you can never tell.

I was once such a person. Some may think i still am, that such a post has ulterior motives, so be it. Once upon a time i went to a school and realised that all my friends were nationally recognised sportsmen, performers, clubsmen, something. That they had medals and prizes and certificates. I am envious, i have always been.

Sorting out CCAs upon CCAs, a certain fc told me how softball was e easiest, how it would bring me to the competition and give me credit. Oh how i leapt with selfish glee. Oh how i despise myself for looking upon testimonials, those paper slips, with such a covetous gaze.

It took almost a year of training, dinners, lunches, outings, chats, bats, falls, laughs and a streak of debilitating injuries for me to realise my foolishness. Perhaps it was the advantage of being able to let my thoughts roam as i languished in bed, either way i realised a change.

Just a month or 2 before i was one of 4 worried boys complaining about the large amount of yearones who would threaten our months of dedication and sacrifice in getting a good testimonial for our future. Now...i've changed?

I realised i'd rather play than have and testimonials, that i'd rather play and get zero recognition, zero realisation by anyone that i contributed as compared to watching former teammates play while i get my points and passages.

A scoring course? That was viable, before i was injured i would have taken it, after all its one more testimonial to add to my oh so precious slip of paper. Now i'd rather not.

No more pain. It shouldnt be normal to feel comfortable watching people play, to score for them when your soul yearns to be there. I dont want to try, i refuse, i rebute i reject.

I cannot take being led off the field with soothing words and comforting hands again. I cannot take being showered with flowery phrases that are so obviously covered in the thorns of self interest. I am no hero, but i have some dignity, i still have that shred of morality that keeps me complete rather than broken on a bloodied sidewalk.

Why do people seem to change all the time with attitudes. Why are they so morally fluid to step from side to side. It is irritating, it is restraining and the hollowness, the gloom, the doom, the regret, the pain, the tears, the betrayal, the torment the bleakness are all back. Back together with one short session of statements and allegations that i am restrained to respond to.

Edmund, i agree, i am too restrained.

set me free

Friday, February 23, 2007

high

I think i'm at a high point today.

Went for e musicfest auditions after lunch at thaipan (been what, 2 weeks + since i last went there?) but with a few of e class guys, not e softballers.

Some interesting performances, just made it to see james bash up the drums. Too bad he kinda drowned out hanloong and gongkia. Ohwells. Timsoo's band did well, with khairi typically squeezing out high notes and taufiq, well, owning. Shiva's band was zai too with e shen guitarist (whats his name?) though their vocalist didnt sound very suited for e song they played. Lastly, carpark played rebel yell. It was interesting to see Normen sing, its really a different side to him. It was also fun to scream and shout with good ol' crazy yinghao. Park had some rather fierce backups and weiming totally owned in e guitar solo. They were e only band (that i heard) that finished their song. Total ownage guys, whatever Jeff (something) says, you guys still rocked.

Then they went for training. I'm not gonna grouse anymore, kinda depressing and stupid to keep staying in active depression.

I think i saw a spark today. A happy glimmer.

hope is youth's delusion

Thursday, February 22, 2007

maybe its me

Its just different. Just aint the same.

Maybe its me. Maybe its them. Maybe its us. Maybe its noone.

Maybe i'm wallowing in self pity and bitter resignation that i feel different. Maybe its just an imagination that theres a difference. Maybe we've all changed.

Somehow sitting there with some i could not speak, could not find a topic. An invisible clamp seems latched onto my chain of thought, funneling every idea and implication to the deep dark abyss of suspicion and depression. Yet with some others i have newfound conversational abilities.

Maybe things will work out. Maybe i'm just thinking too much. Maybe i'm just emo.

some trades just aren't worth it

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

stupid

Made a double post, feel quite dumb. this new blog thing is kinda laggy, nowonder yh doesn't like it.

Someone important told me talks help to solve problems and clear things up. I've never needed to though, "life always goes on and everything will be alright" has been my passive motto for troubled times and they have not failed me yet, at least in my own narrow perspective. Perhaps it has made me someone resigned to fate, or destiny, or the whims of others. It matters not, this injury has given me patience to match my mindset.

I can wait. I can persevere. I will continue.

life waits for nooone

Sunday, February 18, 2007

cold lines

It feels like a dream. I'm just waiting for time to pass by as i wait for life to live itself, for the inevitable to happen and the unpredictable to manifest. Destiny should be grasped and twisted with my own hands, yet i sit here watching the threads float past.

I fear the possibilities of the future yet know they'll arrive. As anxious as my heart is my mind feels no panic, no reason to despair. Perhaps a wall will be there, and as i watch them, and they me, we don't see it. Life continues almost the same yet the wall remains, we talk, we laugh, we chat, we play, yet it remains different, yet i won't stand behind that line but wait outside.

Can i break through? Can i push through or will i be knocked back by those there? Will there be pretty flowers and friendly gestures or will it be a scuffle of knives and blades? Ambiguity is never friendly to my mind, uncertain thoughts and unknown opinions will always trouble me.

i am troubled. i am confused. i am worried and i am tired.

damn it

Thursday, February 15, 2007

thought

I feel like i shouldnt be blogging. Shouldn't be near the computer in the first place...But i'm here, and i'm blogging. so fuckit.

I'm not sure what to feel, give me this "holiday" 2 years ago and i'll be freaking happy, even if i can't do anything during this "break". I dont feel this way though. Time passes wierdly, in stops and starts, i lose track of time and slip into phases of contemplation or stagnation.

How will i catch up with work? Can i make myself work to do it?

worse.

How will i live without softball?

Wee came to the hospital to tell me has to let me go cause he "cant bear to see me get injured again". How inspiring in his confidence. Even the news that i should recover completely in 2 or 3 weeks was shattered by that line, the meaning behind that line. For the past 7 months or so i've spent lotsa time in softball, I've grown to love the people, the game, the spirit. I could throw for hours and not get bored, bat forever and still feel kick. I even love the late nights and the fatigue.

I can't imagine all that disappearing from my life.

I can't imagine ending school with nothing to do but to go home and study. I cant imagine spending the day in lessons looking forward to nothing. I cant imagine passing the field without remembering. I can't imagine the void.

My right eye tears with eyedrops, but my left tears when i think about this.

I dont wanna go.

I dont wanna think of how lifes gonna be when i go back

I dont wanna cry...

let me live.