:)

You may say I'm a dreamer

But I'm not the only one...

after thought

So I must explain myself I guess. My frustration has been building ever since I can remember. But here are particular events that made it into my record keeping:

• Thursday, June 14/07: heading back home on the skytrain. At Broadway station a homeless guy boards...he had some cookies in his hand. Very sad... he sat himself like everybody else, and started eating his cookies (I don't know why but the cookies always stood in my memory). Few minutes past and our train was stopped at Stadium as the Police were awaiting. They asked this guy to come out, you could see unspeakable sadness in his face. One asked him for his name and the other demanded an ID. Just then something inside me was stirring..sadness perhaps, but also unbelief. The poor guy took pieces of papers from his pockets, his face full of emotions, the cookies still in his hand. Imagine being asked for an identity in a society that denies you one.
• Wednesday, December 7/07: on an errand in Van. I meet an old lady with no home and very few English. This particular case was rather very strange, looking back at it right now, nonetheless, her state was very saddening.
  
• Friday, March 7/08: heading to work on the bus here in the northshore. A human being so sadly habituated to drugs. She couldn't sit nor stand, constantly moving. What was touching was the fact that she was even trying hard to not bother the rest of us...to a point where she was asking her company "are we there yet?" Just imagine, being robbed of your essence, your being by something so seemingly simple.
• Ever other day of my commute through downtown, I see "Richard" an old man who so insists on holding the Granville station door for some change. So gracious too, "God bless you" is what he always says. Months had passed while I was away and one day I saw him again, and he asked where I had been, how I was. I asked him where he lives (a totally naive Q to ask), and he so kindly answered "you know I keep changing my 'place' I have never seen him for so long, and I wonder...
  
• Almost every other day I see kids from high school who follow every word they speak with an "F", well that might just be fine for most people, but the underlying anger and subconscious psyche they try to mimic is what is scary.
• Almost every other day I see beautiful humans struggling with how to look 'fly'...how to be accepted...and ultimately pouring all their blessed talents on the "status quo" of the media and social state.
  

My Frustration keeps building...not only because I see so many who are craving for some salvation, but also because of these shallow and superficial 'policies' that passively deny humanity. 2010 legacies they speak, taxes they cut, legislations they make... gambling so greatly advertised, drugs so widely used... while the elite change Mercedes to Jaguar, these folks change from wal-mart to IGA buggies. COMPLETE PARADOX
intellect and creativity pacified by 'realities' so far away from truth... when will it end, I wonder, of lying to the cost of humanity?!

I cry not for you, my dear
but for I, lost in my wants
when your soul was in need

H_

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intoxication.
anger.
mimicry

The social state we're in right now is absolutely scary. As I have always said, we could just say 'it doesn't concern me', 'not my problem', or worse yet, 'i'm not like them'... but mind you people we are part of a whole. Humanness is what makes a society successful and gives it a complete soul, take away from that and what results is a shallow, deranged state.

Disheartening.

what scares me the most is the fate of the upcoming generation. neither the education system nor the social system are willing to look into these pressing issues.

Rat race.
"Survival of the fittest"

Go figure ya'll.

precious

Subhan Allah.

Time passes and stuff... but one thing that I got reminded today was that friendship is the most precious thing ever. It has been three years now...when all of a sudden I get an email from a friend and "remember me" was her request.

remember you my dear, for sure. for my terrible attempts of spoken Japanese, and the best basketball girls... for the coldness we sustained and the good laughs we had...