I have always thought of life is like taking a MRT ride. In our lives we meet numerous people... We can never tell when we will meet them.... neither will we know when they will leave... like strangers we meet on the MRT. We don't really know if the person who sits next to you will alight at the next stop or will sit with you till the end of the line.
Some passengers choose to immense themselves in their reading during their rides, whereas some like to watch the people around them and some to catch their forty winks. Sometimes we are caught up with our own activities, we don't realise that many things are happening around us or life has quietly crept us by. By saying that, I realise there are people who choose to indulge themselves in things they like since the ride is relatively short. They just want to make sure that they have had an enjoyable and satisfying ride.... making the most out of it.
"Making the most out of it" that's how I would like my life to be. For a while, there has been a period of panic, when I felt that I do not have time. I was anxious that time had crept me by and there is so little I had done. I felt sometimes that my life is stifling and my world is so small. There is still so much to be seen, to be experienced and there is hardly time. I guess all that surfaced through various forms of expressions particularly in my view of the world and the unhappiness that I have been feeling.
I can't say if I am out of that phase, but I know I am feeling calmer... I am still looking for direction... looking within me for answers... to make the most out of my life... to feel alive again.
Wednesday, June 30, 2004
Friday, June 25, 2004
The Arena
Two weeks without internet access had been surprisingly relaxing and peaceful.
We caught a bull fight at the arena this time in Spain. It was more like a "training" ground for the new bull fighters (matadors). The atmosphere at the arena was electrifying. The crowd waited patiently at the their tiny concrete place for the show to begin.
As it was my first time watching a bull fight, I was quite interested in the surroundings as well as the structure of the arena. The entire bull fight is like a performance. The costumes, the fanfare were impressive even though it is an amatuer bull fight. It took me awhile to figure out the beauty of the dance with the bull and the skills that the matador had displayed gracefully.
However, I wasn't prepared for the fact that the bull would have to die in the end. Of course the men would say it is a fair fight between the bull and the matador. But it was obvious that the matador was having the upper hand and I wonder why must the bull die? If it is a performing art, why is death necessary? I must admit that it is also a skill if the matador is able to pierce through the heart of the bull in one single strike. But should the appreciation of an art need unnecessary sacrifice of an animal? Would this appreciation be compromised if the bull survives in this case?
It was definitely an eye opener for me. I doubt I will ever watch it again though. As I found it difficult to cheer like the crowd when the bull expires shortly after the final act... I still cannot understand why the bull had to die.
We caught a bull fight at the arena this time in Spain. It was more like a "training" ground for the new bull fighters (matadors). The atmosphere at the arena was electrifying. The crowd waited patiently at the their tiny concrete place for the show to begin.
As it was my first time watching a bull fight, I was quite interested in the surroundings as well as the structure of the arena. The entire bull fight is like a performance. The costumes, the fanfare were impressive even though it is an amatuer bull fight. It took me awhile to figure out the beauty of the dance with the bull and the skills that the matador had displayed gracefully.
However, I wasn't prepared for the fact that the bull would have to die in the end. Of course the men would say it is a fair fight between the bull and the matador. But it was obvious that the matador was having the upper hand and I wonder why must the bull die? If it is a performing art, why is death necessary? I must admit that it is also a skill if the matador is able to pierce through the heart of the bull in one single strike. But should the appreciation of an art need unnecessary sacrifice of an animal? Would this appreciation be compromised if the bull survives in this case?
It was definitely an eye opener for me. I doubt I will ever watch it again though. As I found it difficult to cheer like the crowd when the bull expires shortly after the final act... I still cannot understand why the bull had to die.
Friday, June 04, 2004
Fly Away
I could feel it in my heart... it is already on the plane.. flying to Spain.. Hooray!! I can barely wait.. The whole day I wasn't focusing on my work.. my mind kept counting the hours and minutes that the work week will be over and how glad I will be when I am finally on that plane... Cast all thoughts of work behind.. leave them here while I take a breather.. more sun, sand and sea...
Thursday, June 03, 2004
He's Gone
The boy is gone. He's only 14. Such a cheerful and optimistic child and he has left this world.
I don't know what I am feeling now... anger? or sadness.. perhaps both... As much as my mind says there are reasons why a person has to leave this world prematurely, there are reasons for things to happen... I can't understand and accept this... WHY?
I don't know what I am feeling now... anger? or sadness.. perhaps both... As much as my mind says there are reasons why a person has to leave this world prematurely, there are reasons for things to happen... I can't understand and accept this... WHY?
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