What Future.

She sounds like she's sitting for her oral exams!

Time 100

Has anyone else seen the full list of 2011 Time 100? It's ridiculous! Who compiles this list? What are the standards needed to get into said list? None? To me, being part of the Time 100 means being someone who has changed the way a significant amount of people live. No, you do not need to be famous to be in it. Not every hero gets fame and fortune. What I do demand though is that you have DONE something to deserve the spot on the list.

When I go on google, and put your name in, I want to be stunned. Let's take Takeshi Kanno for example. I've never heard of him until I saw him on the list. He's a doctor at a public hospital which was affected by the tsunami in Japan about a month back. When he heard that the tsunami was coming, he moved as many patients as he could to the higher floors, saving them for an otherwise untimely demise. He tended to his patients and stayed with them until choppers came down and evacuated them. A true hero, indeed.

But how about Blake Lively? What the hell is she doing on that list? She is an actress for ONE popular television show (Gossip Girl), which is entertaining, but hardly ground-breaking, nor culturally significant. She's also acted in several movies, the most famous one being Ben Affleck's The Town. Anything else? Nope, that's about it. Her write up on the Time website simply says that she "channels the vitality of youth". I CHANNEL THE VITALITY OF YOUTH.

I'm not trying to take away anything from Blake Lively. She's a beautiful person, and I'm sure she's got a heart of gold. But why is she on the Time 100?

Another one who made it in the list was Chris Colfer. I was going to say he didn't really deserve it, but after reading his Wikipedia page, I guess he's pretty cool. He plays Kurt in Glee, who's gay. In real life, Chris is gay, too, and he serves as an inspiration to gay kids who are bullied. I'm all for being true to yourself, and to that extent, Chris Colfer is quite inspiring.

Lady Gaga's conspicuously absent from the list. I don't know what's going on in this world anymore. She's just released two singles in the past months, has a full album coming out, and continues to entertain the world just by being her.

Fort Canning (10/04/11)

What now babies.

It's Friday but I'm not quite through the week just yet. There's still work tomorrow. The load is heavy, but my shoulders are strong. I'll get through it somehow.

There's so many things to do all the time. And I'm taking it upon myself to make sure everything goes right. It feels right. Like, I'm the most senior one in the team, so I feel like it's my responsibility to push things through. It's also part of my personality; the need to get everything right every single time.

Expect more from others, expect most from yourself, that's what I say.

But working is....it doesn't really feel very important, you know what I mean? I feel like a cog in the machinery. It's not a bad thing to be a cog; to be needed to keep the big picture moving. But I'm just one of MANY cogs.

I want to be the BIGGEST cog. I want to be more important in this world. It's some sort of superhero complex. There are two paths I can go down on: To play the game and be a major player, or to totally separate myself from the game, and be a non-participant.

Which is better? I don't know. But sooner or later, I'm gonna encounter that crossroad. It's going to take me by surprise.

Think of a lovely sunny day at a park. Your walking down this path upon which leaves are strewn around. And then you encounter a fork. You can't see it's end. So what do you do? Some friends go this way, and others go that. Where do you go?

Rabbits Left For Dead

God knows how it all started. Somehow, these humans got the impression that our feet were lucky. They hunt us down, and then they chop off our legs and keep it as charms of sorts. In the past, they would kill us, chop off our legs and then proceed to devour the rest of our flesh. But lately, the practice has taken a strange turn for the worse, for us.

The humans got the impression that a rabbit foot taken from a live rabbit is luckier. Again, god knows how this started. It's a cruel practice. One of them would hold us down, and the other would take a blade and hack our feet right off. They don't stop at one of course. They cut all four limbs.

Their knives, like their minds, are dull. The process is excruciating for both parties, but we get the harder end of the bargain. We would squeal our tiny lungs out, and struggle. No use. No use.

Limbless, we just lies there; a puddle of blood and fur.

So the human returns home, victorious, happy. Is he lucky? I do not know. It's beyond me, beyond my concerns. Sooner or later, a predator, probably a wolf, would come along and just eat us. A limbless creature doesn't struggle much.

I can't help but think to myself, as I stare death in the eye, what drives these strange humans. What's so lucky about my foot when clearly, I am the unluckiest creature on this Earth? I have no limbs, I cannot move.

I wait for death to come to me.

Last Goodbye

No, this isn't the Last Goodbye. I'll come back. Last Goodbye is the title of my favourite song at the moment. I'm always singing it in the showers, while playing LAN, whenever. It's about love and loss, in very few words. The melodies are powerful, and the voice is haunting, and it's everything sad and beautiful about loving another person.

I haven't been updating here, I know. Actually, I haven't had much time for anything, ever since my the beginning of this week. Been more busy with my job you see. I'm working 6 days a week now, from 9 to 8 every single day. Yeah, it's tiring.

I don't have much time for anything else. I don't mind the job, but I have to wonder. I mean, there's got to be more to life than working.

Don't stop.

Until your leaning on every traffic lights for support.

Until your throat is a desert.

Until your body's at it's limit.

Until you can't run straight, let alone think straight.

Until you lose yourself.

Until you can taste your sweat.

Until your legs hate you.

Until you finish.