the greatest thing you'll ever learn,
is to love and be loved.
is to love and be loved.
Of deaths and goldfish.
Saturday, September 09, 2006 ( 6:48 PM )
i'm so sad that steve irwin has left the world.
and very definitely, he has left this cruel polluted world for a much better paradise.
a paradise with smiling crocs and non venomous sting rays.
i mourn his loss greatly, because he was my idol.
seriously, he was.
i dreamt of working with him, of living a life like his, so close to the wild, so in touch with nature, so one with the world.
like many others, i grew up watching his programs
i was always in awe of how he handled creatures that have been labelled by ignorant humans as 'dangerous and lethal' with care and love,
and all the information and nuggets of animal trivia that i got out of your program
that actually managed to remain in my head.
he was a figure i looked up to.
and there aren't many people i look up to.
perhaps he is the one public figure and celebrity
i have whole respect for.
and he has passed on
doing something he loved.
isn't that how we all want to die?
quickly, in love, in the midst of something that comforts us.
i salute you, steve.
for all you have done for the animal kingdom, for your constant protests against animal cruelty, for living your life as best you could.
thank you sir, for doing so much for the world,
so much til you gave up your life for it.
you are a modern day hero
and i will miss you dearly.
paris hilton got caught for drink driving yesterday.
and it always amazes me how much the media can blow things WAY out of proportion.
being a media student, it confuses me a lot.
the media truly holds a immense amount of power.
and with that power you can do a lot of things, and it really boils right down to nothing but your personal values.
with great power comes great responsibility.
paris just had ONE magarita!
and she was speeding cos she wanted a burger.
perfectly humane reasons.
and yet the media chooses to blow things up
and makes it appear as if she was zooming dangerously down a jammed highway whilst drinking and smoking pot and storing 50 kilos of dope in the backseat.
COME ON.
live and let live, please.
and that whole gigi leung incident too.
why on earth would you want to shame another person you don't know personally and bear no grudges to so badly? so much that an entire continent feels her pain?
does it make any sense to you?
because it really makes no sense to me.
i had 4 goldfish. but ever since the kuku cleaning lady came along and broke the filter in the fishtank, all of them have been dying off one by one.
there're only 2 fish left.
one huge goldfish that's survived about half a year with us already and which i suspect is a cockroach in disguise,
and one tiny lionheaded goldfish that's on the verge of death.
the poor thing's fin got trapped in the broken filter,
the filter has some suction thing going on, and there's this invisible whirlpool, a current in the tank,
and the poor tiny fish is caught in it,
too weak to move, too powerless to go against the current.
and streaks of blood and wounds can be seen on its pathetic, fragile body.
it pains me to see a living life form living its last moments so helplessly, so painfully.
it makes me wonder about the fragility of life, and how helpless even humans are when an inch away from death, and still hanging.
hanging in there, although we want so much to be dead.
euthanasia.
me and my dad were discussing if we should just throw the tiny dying lionhead away,
because we don't want it to suffer.
but then, would it be right to kill it?
would it be right to control its death and act as its Grim Reaper?
or would it be better to end its pain?
one simple, quick death.
one healthy but stubborn, trying so hard to move against the flow for no reason;
and the other, weak and dying, not putting up a fight as life slowly slips away.
speaking of goldfish,
i know what to get for your birthday, my dear goldfish!
which is a whole, uhh, 2 months away.
i'm so excited. :)