Wednesday, July 31, 2013
I remember my first taste of pecan butterscotch cake. It was crunchily sweet. It was creamily salty. It warmed my skin from the artificial coolness. It shaded my eyes from the afternoon sun. It was the last thing I had before a hiatus of 36 months in a friendship I truly adore.
Sunday, July 28, 2013
Wednesday, July 24, 2013
I remember the first taste of perfection. It was something with a 0.00000000001 chance of happening. It took my breath away. It made me full of glee. It haunted my dreams. It proves that once you had a taste of perfection, everything else pales in comparison.
Sunday, July 21, 2013
Three years of blogging. Three wonderful, slightly chaotic years. The last year has seen me going through:
1. Stressful moments aka my final year project, my finals, my attempt at a professional paper and handling group members.
2. A mega book shopping trip. 20 books at one go? And to be repeated again in few months' time.
3. Going to Medina and Mecca for the third time, and feeling so grateful and in peace there.
4. Compile a collection of short stories and poems.
5. Feeling used.
6. Felt really mad at someone.
7. Met someone who showed me that ideal in my head does exist.
8. Go into a ball of despair, and found myself aching for something that will never be mine.
9. Write oh so many poetry, all emotional.
10. Write a dedication
11. Went through the whole job searching phase.
12. Earned my first salary.
Here's to another year of blogging.
Wednesday, July 17, 2013
I remember my first taste of sushi. It was a late dinner, a circle on the floor. It was on clearance price. It became a way for me to feel at ease with myself. It became synonymous with the whispering of secrets. It was 72 hours after being told that my friendship is worth so little.
Sunday, July 14, 2013
Earlier this week we had to debate as our class activity in the afternoon. It started from the fact that the last chapter in our Advanced Business Result book was entitled Persuasion.
That day's activity was interesting, where we had to convince someone of something and try to sell something to another. Yes, this is the British Council class. Before the lunch break our instructor told us that we will do a debate, and everyone had to speak.
The class was divided into two and my group chose to do .... Euthanasia. I was in the For part so during lunch we read up some pdf and made notes and they aka my team mates said I will do the rebut.
Let me tell you guys something about debates. It gets personal for me. Especially if I actually believe in the topic. Which is why I took Public Speaking as an elective, instead of Debate.
So, Euthanasia. For me, the only arguments against it are either religion based or human rights based. And being me, I managed to give a rebut taken from the opposition's rebut.
1. Everyone has a different level of tolerance against pain. The doctor doesn't know if the patient is withstanding the pain or not. Hence, we might end the life of someone who is actually not in agonising please-kill-me pain.
Seriously. I can see the flaw in that from the word tolerance. I simply said that yes, everyone is different but its the person who is feeling the pain. Not the doctor. Not the family members. Who are we to say no to a patient in a dire situation?
2. The religion angle.
My defense on this was about how I believe that every religion is the same in terms of wanting their believers to be decent people. But what is decent about letting someone suffer in pain, watch them beg and not do anything about it (this does not include medicine and treatment. I mean this after all of that has been done and still, the pain is there).
I saw some classmates in the other group nodded at that. My hands were shaking after I said my piece. When the instructor asked the other group to vote, we got a whopping 9 out of 11 votes because our points were more convincing.
The other group debated on same sex marriage. It was interesting.
Now, I know some of you might have been disagreeing with what I have said but as my friend said, a debate is rarely right and wrong. It is about the points and how they were said.
Wednesday, July 10, 2013
I remember the first taste of falling in love. It was rare as I usually find myself in love, end of process. It felt like driving in the fast lane at midnight. It was mysterious, scary and thrilling. It was just as the books said. It was 14 days before the adrenaline dried up.
Sunday, July 7, 2013
Wednesday, July 3, 2013
Monday, July 1, 2013
I want to write my heart out, to draw the nuances of your voice, to sketch the heavy warmth of your limbs, to scribble every tiny movement, to articulate the shape of your frown, and to paint the way you hunch over your words, ever so protectively.