I understand how scissors can beat paper, and I get how rock can beat scissors, but there’s no fucking way paper can beat rock. Is paper supposed to magically wrap around rock and leave it immobile? Why the hell can’t paper do this to scissors? Screw scissors, why can’t paper do this with people? Why aren’t sheets of college ruled notebook paper constantly suffocating students as they take notes in class? I’ll tell you why, because paper can’t beat anybody. When I play rock paper scissors, I always choose rock. Then when somebody claims to have beaten me with their paper I can punch them in the face with my already clenched fist and say, oh shit, I’m sorry, I thought paper would protect you, you asshole! - Anonymous.

Saturday, January 29, 2011

And the song ended...

You are silent. Your body lifeless. You try to move, in-vain. Bodies crowd around you. There is commotion. There is a scream. There is a flash of bright light. There is nothing. Must have been quite a fall.

Death is scary. Especially when you're only nineteen and having a ball in your freshman year.

He was only nineteen. Our blood relation was complex; him being my Uncle (mamosa) even when he was a year younger to me. He fell from the top floor of a mall. A tragic accident. A ruthless sabotage by God. It's been almost a week since it happened. Just like that.

I hardly knew him, having met him only a couple of times. I know, when someone dies people only have good to say even when they don't mean it. But him... he was one of the sweetest boy, very shy at first. And once you got to know him, I'm sure he did all the craziness and madness a kid does. That is what he was, an innocent kid. Just an innocent and harmless kid. The best are always taken too soon.

I've not really cried about it or grieved for that matter. I'm not even in a state of shock. I feel numb, that is all... a numbing feeling that won't go. It is there, inside my chest like a tight knot. Just won't go. Is it sadness... I don't know.

All I know is that one day your life will flash before your eyes. So make sure it's worth watching...

1 comment:

  1. It really is true... The best always depart sooner than we would want them to...

    Life is shorter than we think it to be, I suppose. :)