No One

When I have no one to talk to, I sometimes talk.

To my blog.

In a language you probably wouldn't understand.

A Little Too Late?

It always seems like we only seem to appreciate things after they're gone, or after spending a ridiculous amount of time having it in our clutches. What a silly bear you are.

It always seems like we only seem to think about things that are pleasing to us, when all we need right now is to clear that glistening hurdle in front of us. What a funny boy you are.

It always seems like we only seem to get what was blindingly obvious, laying right in front of our eyes waiting to be discovered. What a damning piece to the puzzle you are.

It always seems so easy.

Maybe it is?

Memories

“Sometimes," he sighed, "I think the things I remember are more real than the things I see.”

- Arthur Golden, Memoirs of a Geisha

There's Nothing On My Mind

It's another nondescript Wednesday morning. I wake up to the sound of my morning alarm, only to snooze to oblivion. Turning it off, I finally get out of bed an hour later after inadvertently going back to sleep. Then, my day begins. And then.

There's nothing on my mind. Nothing.

I mean, why is there nothing on my mind? No pertinent issues, no dates and deadlines creeping up on me, no drive to achieve. The problem is, there are pertinent issues, dates and deadlines creeping up on me, and I need a drive to clear all these things. So, why? Why am I so apathetic to my own situation? Seriously, why?

I need to find a way to understand, to comprehend my situation. A way to understand what surrounds me, and why I don't seem to bother about what surrounds me. Pen and paper would help, but isn't our generation getting worse at jotting notes down with physical ink?

I don't know, but maybe that's just what I want.

I know for certain, what I need right now is a place to rest my head.

A elaborate introspective.

Written to, figuratively, put pen to paper so that I can think.

Thanks Yap!

Thanks to Adrian Yap, I now have 3 hits from Laos in the past week! Given the technically-abandoned state of my blog, it's quite a big contribution to my hits, you know.

Here's some absolutely unnecessary stats :

I really don't know about the hits from Russia though :S. Anyone care to leave a comment to tell me who are you guys?

A Moment of Thought

I was just thinking through everything that I've been thinking about (redundant?) and one of the things I've stumbled upon is this thing called euthanasia.

My school once required us to host a series of debates, and one of the more contestable issues was the legality of euthanasia. This practice is basically allowing a person in great pain or suffering to die, through whatever means allowed such as administering lethal medication, withholding medication, or "pulling the plug" as the famous phrase goes. The first being active euthanasia and the other two passive methods of the same.

Now, passive euthanasia is generally viewed as acceptable around the world, of course with necessary consent from the patient. Any other methods is obviously frowned upon and such.

Active (intentional) euthanasia has already be legalised in three countries, namely the Netherlands, Belgium and Luxembourg. It is the provision of lethal drug prescriptions or an injection combination that would induce death. (article continues)

Okay, so what about euthanasia that makes it so tricky? It's the fact that lines of potential abuse may open up and weaken the whole procedure that's the issue. Where voluntary euthanasia has been legalised, it has led inevitably to involuntary euthanasia, regardless of the intentions of the legislators.

There's also the matter of the inefficiency of euthanasia methods - 23% of self-conducted euthanasia with the physician-prescribed drugs failed. The details of these are slightly technical are pretty scary, you can read them here.

It also provides a somewhat legal means of allowing doctors to send their patients to death early based on what they advise. There's nothing worse than this, putting such a responsibility on to the shoulders of people in an already nerve-grinding profession. Isn't their job to take care of the patient's health primarily, and not their feelings?

Let's look at it this way.

A patient on his deathbed would obviously not be in a perfectly clear state of mind. He may not appreciate the time people spend around him as much as he should, the love that people still have for him. His mind is likely set on the belief that he is a burden to everyone around him - a doctor who may prefer a quick case might stoke these emotions to an already emotionally-torn person. Relatives might even give passive pressure by accident, and all these factors must be taken in to account.

Or even better, don't take them in to account. How about just keeping it safe and keep this decision away from the people. This is, after all, one of the hottest issues on the bioethics scene. Let's put it to rest.

ps. The writer's views are obviously one-sided, and may be due to a religious upbringing that teaches the value of life. An article on the opposing view can be examined here.

Nothing Important Really Matters

"It has long been an axiom of mine that the little things are infinitely the most important."

- Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

Time Has Tided Me Over

It's been a long time living on the earth for me already. Without a doubt, getting stuck here in Ipoh for A-Levels has been the right pathway for me before I head out into the even more diverse universe of tertiary education.

To be honest, I was a truly terrible student in my Secondary days. I'm not the kind who claims I barely study and then gets straight A's, because 'barely study' is an exaggeration, and I don't have no straight A's! Nowadays, I'm surrounded with a small bunch of studious peers who imbue me with a very good kind of peer pressure.

Oh, also. I've learned most of the Ipoh roads already. Bar Menglembu, Chemor, and Ulu Kinta (and such), I'm pretty much able to not get lost in my city. Quite a good thing.

Moving on.

I'm really grateful that I have my future set out for me. Uni isn't going to be a hassle, accomodations have dropped from the sky (or something like that) and I've already built up an idea of my Uni life activities. Exercise is gonna be really convenient - food 

It's not for me to publish my plans out here (you can always enquire on FB or here if you actually know me). But I'll tell you this, that I'm happy with it.

Flemington

Just came back from my church camp in Flemington Hotel, Taiping. It's a cosy place that my church has been to before. I definitely have some things to learn about vision, where I want my life to be. I've never really planned much out before - that is something I should change..

Anyway, I'll be working on a list of bands/artists that, if they come to Malaysia, are to die for. At least for me. I'm sure I'll be awestruck by the list :)

A Soliloquy

It's amazing. How I've been enjoying the most part of eighteen-odd years and months alive on this planet Earth. All the time I've spent, all the dreams that were never meant to be make me who I am today.

It's amazing. How I've been given so much, that I may give freely unto those I know. That I've been cultured with morals and beliefs in a very unorthodox way, Granting me the strength to live life without any regrets.

It's simply amazing. How I've been to more than enough places to be proud of my life to myself, holding many achievements in my heart. It's been a long journey through life, and I intend to make the most of what I have still.

Still, I have my kryptonites and fights (mentally executed, philosophically orientated). I am still human. I still am.

I'll end this with a very thought-provoking note I pilfered from this really good blog.

“When you hate someone, take a piece of paper and draw a line down in the middle. 

On the left, list down all the reasons you hate them and why they should not be forgiven. On the right, list down all their good values and why they are worthy of your forgiveness. Now, tear the piece of paper down in the middle throw away the one on the left. Now, should they be forgiven?”

A Soliloquy - An act of speaking one's thoughts aloud when by oneself or regardless of any hearers, 

Do You Remember?

Do you remember the day? In your childhood friend's house, playing with toy soldiers.

Do you still remember the day? On the bicycle, when you learned how to cycle by yourself without support.

Can you remember the day? At the nanny's, watching movies with your sister to pass the evening.

Will you remember the day? Hanging with your uncle's Schnauzers and Dalmatian.

Won't you remember the day? Playing with your cousins in the field.

Yes Abel, you better not forget your childhood. You were once a child. Always be.

Like it's the End of the World

Just in case you didn't notice, Verbal Purple is on a 2012 break.

If the world doesn't end tomorrow, I might just update on the day after... or maybe not.

Stay tuned, I do have some content lined up waiting for release. Do keep in touch on Facebook or Twitter (check the sidebar!). Have a nice day!