Shoot out !

 

Apparently there has been a shoot out at Eaton center with one boy down and 7 injured. My friend was telling me how horrible it was to be there seeing a 14 year old holding a gun running through people to get to subway while the police was chasing him. I didn't hear much of her blabbering as I was thinking , how does it feel to be that one boy who's dead now. Or the 13 year old who is severely shot. How it feels not being able to write the finale of your life, laying there lifeless while living people screaming around you, taking videos with their phones and talking excitedly with the reporters. 

It can be a very void and unexplaineable feeling unless you have suffered yourself. It can only be an entertaining topic to be covered on your facebook or twitter to get more "likes", or comments like "Oh my gosh, are you OK?" and this is the shallow society I am living in and frankly, I can't wait to get the fuck out of here. Shouldn't be that hard. I have lost my identity once, it's much more painless the second time.

Best Regards,

-S

PhD

Met with Gene on Monday. It was one of those enlightning moments when I told him I'm thinking about applying for PhD. Although I was waiting for an objection, in contrary he appreciated the idea and encouraged me to do so. It took an hour to hear his story to see life can be the same shit for everyone. Even for those whom you think are living their lives to the fullest. But it's all about how you confront it ! After visiting Gene, not only I was so determined that starting my PhD is a right decision, I also thought this is the biggest contribution I can make to my life. 

So PhD, here I come !

Ironic Oneness of Mankind !

News:
http://ca.news.yahoo.com/canadian-government-wont-put-cash-europe-bailout-harper-165038180.html


At least they could pretend to follow this Sa'di's well-known poem that decorates the entrance of the United Nations Organization that says:

All men are members of the same body,

Created from one essence.

If fate brings suffering to one member, 

The others cannot stay at rest.

You who remain indifferent,

To the burden of pain of others,

Do not deserve to be called human

ps> I dunno why I have this attitude to criticize the countries I gain their citizenship. Technically I should support the decision and convince myself that such funds will be injected to industry so unemployed professionals like me can do something with their lives. There I'm being negative again ! See I just cant !!!

The door on the left, The door on the right

...

I’m Sina … Father of a crippled child, who looks at a cold corpse of a woman who used to be her mother but now is the tomb of a naked dagger that shines from the dim light of the moon through the smokes of my cigarettes!

I’m Sina , a man on the top of the Alpes, sampling the regional soil for two years to monitor slightest variation of Sodium. Apparently it gonna affect global cool-down 15 years from now and some idiots pay me to research on that while they make your way through Tenure exam and I through avalanche!

I’m Sina, a cashier at the Timmy’s with a bullet lying somewhere in his head and a note by his side saying “I dunno where, what went wrong”!

I’m Sina, a junky with a roll of joint in his hand sitting in a vapor lounge downtown Toronto listening to the nonsenses of an 18 year old stand-up comedian who’s on the stage for the first time in his life. Although As nonsense as it may sound to you, to Sina it’s the most incredible recipes of life turning to words!

I’m Sina, in a hot summer day standing in a sanctuary holding a ring with a trembling hand and another hand holding a “you” close to him while resting his lips on "yours"!

I’m Sina , a man finding his way toward the kitchen to make Illy coffee in the memory of the old days where his father used to do it, not knowing that this is the last coffee of his life. With a hunched back that looks at the mirror with a smile that misses few teeth, thinking “How easy the life was, and how useless it turned out to be”!

I’m Sina ,a man standing in the middle of nowhere somewhere in Morocco while drops of rain soothe his hand that itches from a slap  against the face of a woman who used to be the love of his life !

Our destiny is an unwritten choice. Consciously or subconsciously picked from a normal distribution.

But my choice my friend, ... has been the scariest of all. 

Because it has been the fear itself !