Revisit the Crescent Line
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As the day empties the months away, it will arrive at very similar, familiar passes or a well timed conclusion? And so with the scorpions ‘Rock you like a hurricane ‘blaring in the background, I am stranded on an island, wondering how on God’s good earth am I going to finish this assignment. You see, I have conveniently lost a copy of my Murdoch entry statement site specs, and so here I am… more than happy to share my report on the here and now.
The weather’s been pretty crazy lately, kejap panas, kejap sejuk. Felt funny all of today, so I’ve Taken a Uphamol 650 and dozed off after Maghrib . Ended dreaming of that elusive pink snapper I was hunting for. And so I’m yet to find that pink snapper despite all my futile efforts at North mole, but no more angling for me until the semester ends. Read: Fishing Buddy wanted!
As promised, I return to you with the very questions I consider an imperative in the here and now. How the universe works in the strangest ways, the very strangest ways humankind tries to quantify and deduce, and the very rationalization I detest especially when the world as we know begins to worship it. Either consciously or subconsciously, we have put ourselves on a plate where these very walls strip us of our individual. Ever analyzing, ever scrutinizing to filter fact over fiction, have we begun to disintegrate from allowing ourselves to be touched, intrigued and mystified by the unexplained? The lack of imagination and creative force permeates the dull, cynical world where exist a lingering discontent waiting to break free and set its own motion. Or maybe people are still so oblivious, content behind invisible cages. Panopticism, coined by Foucault is the very term we use to explain this recurring phenomenon. Well because I’m feeling rather unwell, I will rest this issue until at a more convenient time.
On another brand of things, a friend left a kind note of goodwill that I may one day have someone to call my own. Well I went blank, so much for telling and even scolding others not to condemn one’s self to isolation. While at first I was cynical of my own chances (Prolly blame this I’ve spent most of my time being on my own anyway) but I found heartfelt appreciation in that advice. I Thank you sister, admittedly it does feels great that people wish me the best in this area even when things never looked that bright as I may have wanted it to be.
Signing out – Iz
The weather’s been pretty crazy lately, kejap panas, kejap sejuk. Felt funny all of today, so I’ve Taken a Uphamol 650 and dozed off after Maghrib . Ended dreaming of that elusive pink snapper I was hunting for. And so I’m yet to find that pink snapper despite all my futile efforts at North mole, but no more angling for me until the semester ends. Read: Fishing Buddy wanted!
As promised, I return to you with the very questions I consider an imperative in the here and now. How the universe works in the strangest ways, the very strangest ways humankind tries to quantify and deduce, and the very rationalization I detest especially when the world as we know begins to worship it. Either consciously or subconsciously, we have put ourselves on a plate where these very walls strip us of our individual. Ever analyzing, ever scrutinizing to filter fact over fiction, have we begun to disintegrate from allowing ourselves to be touched, intrigued and mystified by the unexplained? The lack of imagination and creative force permeates the dull, cynical world where exist a lingering discontent waiting to break free and set its own motion. Or maybe people are still so oblivious, content behind invisible cages. Panopticism, coined by Foucault is the very term we use to explain this recurring phenomenon. Well because I’m feeling rather unwell, I will rest this issue until at a more convenient time.
On another brand of things, a friend left a kind note of goodwill that I may one day have someone to call my own. Well I went blank, so much for telling and even scolding others not to condemn one’s self to isolation. While at first I was cynical of my own chances (Prolly blame this I’ve spent most of my time being on my own anyway) but I found heartfelt appreciation in that advice. I Thank you sister, admittedly it does feels great that people wish me the best in this area even when things never looked that bright as I may have wanted it to be.
Signing out – Iz
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