gone.
will i be back?
i don't know.
maybe i've started elsewhere.
maybe never. again.
sábado, noviembre 13, 2004
[ 717. Godeatgod ]
Just went to watch this play with weiming earlier. Decision was more upon impulse, rather than the urge to really wanting to watch it. Heck, in any case, i watched it.
As stated in the sypnosis, this was a post 9/11 production. Something written in response to 9/11, to terrorism. To the meaning in life, and of life. To many things that people feel today, which was evidently absent in the lives of people before the 21st century.
Some discussions were brought out in the midst of the play. About how the actor felt about terrorism. Do we feel threatened in a world today? Especially in Singapore, when terrorism has striked almost all our neighbours? Yes, i'd say. Even though the sight of patrols around key installations is supposed to soothe the minds of people, to make them at ease, but i guess there's a price to pay as well: people being more conscious of the increasing threats of terror.
"Why are more and more people asking the same questions? Because they are believing less and less of the answer."
People didn't used to ask so many questions. When i was young, i remembered my teacher teaching me something wrong. Specifically, she pointed to the colour pink, and told us it was purple, and to the colour purple, she told us it was pink. No one questioned, why, and no one questioned what. Even after she came back to rectify her mistake and re-teach us both colours again, no one bothered to clarify, let alone ask.
However, today, we are taught to ask questions, but never taught to accept answers. Never taught to know when is the point that we have to stop questioning and start accepting. As a result, we ask questions, only to desire that people give us the answers that we want, and not the answers that are truly answers.
"We all ask questions for a selfish reason."
Is the opposite of life, death? Is the opposite of love, hate? Is the opposite of forgiveness, accountability? I tell you, it's all in the eyes of the beholder. What hurts a person the most is when you decide that his existence doesn't matter to you anymore...
What is terrorism?
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new clothes, new shoes, new bike, new friends, fantastic grades.
macbook, ipod nano, nokia n80, new wallet.
his horizons
malaysia, penang.
australia, brisbane/gold coast.
thailand, hatyai.
malaysia, genting.
malaysia, johor.
malaysia, melaka.
thailand, chiangmai.
australia, perth.
canada, edmonton/cold lake.
australia, rockhampton.
thailand, bangkok.
austria, vienna.
czech rep, olomouc.
austria, salzburg.
germany, munich.
switzerland, zurich.