I bought a Bonsai Tree at a Bookstore
My dad had gotten book vouchers for Borders bookstore earlier this month. We finally made the trip there for some book shopping. My initial plan was to buy a journal, which I was to use as a planner. However, after looking around, I decided against it. The journals were way too pricey and I could have gotten cheaper ones elsewhere. As a result, I was sauntering down the book aisles aimlessly. Towards the end of the ‘shopping’ experience, I was stuck between getting Investing for Dummies and a mini Bonsai kit. My motivations behind the book are clear. I have an interest in investments. What about the Bonsai? What benefit could it possibly bring? One word, peace. I was feeling inner turmoil and wanted to calm my mind. Though I’m aware that...
Imprisoned Without A Trial
There was a civil rights demonstration in KL, Malaysia, by a minority race. They have warned that the ISA (Internal Security Act) will be used if necessary. These set of laws allow the imprisonment of a person, without trial, for a certain period. Originally evoked to keep Communism at bay, they have been wrongfully used to quell opposition. I’m disgusted that fear of opposition has justified this injustice. The ISA may have been well-intentioned but it ought to be tightened. There must be no room for it to be abused. Imprisonment without a trial would mean no analysis if the guilty is actually guilty. And that the purpose of imprisonment was actually for security. We may be talking about Malaysia here, but Singapore have this set of laws. It was inherited...
Mirror Mirror on the Wall
After such a long time, I talked to the person in my mirror again. I like to refer to him as my twin brother. He’s always there in times of need. I expected myself to breakdown at the end. He reminds me of a certain past that I dislike. But this time, it seems he has succeeded in centering my emotions. We did it. You must think I’m a mentally unstable narcissist for referring to my mirror reflection as an individual. I don’t mind really. As for the cause of my melancholia, I have only to ask this. Why should I heed the words of ignorant pigs? I may crave for normalcy, but I’ve embraced my eccentricities. People always think fitting in a premade mould is the way to go. Well, no use arguing with pigs, they’ll only assuage their...
I Want To Speak My Mind
Ah, I’ve been waiting for it. Melancholia is seeping through my mind again. Sometimes I wish I could speak my mind, but no, I must contend myself with ambiguity. I’m sick of leaving huge gaps in my words for the sake of censorship. I don’t mean censorship in terms of axing out vulgarities. Honestly, I don’t mind saying fuck, chee bye, lan jiao, lampa, mai-re pundeh and a whole host of taboo words. But the things I want to write have tremendous consequences as compared with mere vulgar words. Tears cannot compensate for the pain I feel. I’ve numbed it for too long; I’ve floated without knowing who I was. However, I accept that I’ll have to remain behind a mask. Even after the show has ended, I must continue my...
Certain Someone Spotted
People have started noticing my mentions of the one whom I love. A portion of them are excellent sleuths, I must thus be extra careful. Never shall I permit my tongue to slip, lest I fall down so hard that I’d never wake. In a world that doesn’t care, we seek fairness. Maybe things are fair as they are. We just don’t want to see it as such. People are just selfish. At least I am, sometimes. Logen P.S. I may not be able to update as much as I like in the coming weeks. Upcoming: Repeal Section 377A, Racial Discrimination
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