Sunday, March 27, 2005

Where are the Heros? Where are the Angels?

For other reasons, Frou Frou said "Where are all the good men gone, and where are all the Gods? Where's the street-wise Hercules to fight the rising odds? Isn't there a white knight, upon a fiery steed?" To that I add, where are the Angels??
Everything is going wrong. Everything has been corrupted by us. Humans, ick. We molest, we euthanize, we bomb, we pillage, we sodomise, and we take. We have no shame, and do not care for one another. Something is definitely wrong.
Where are the Angels? Those guiding spirits, those silent whisperers that show us right from wrong. I feel blind without them. It is as though they have lost hope in mankind, lost hope that we will ever change and mend our ways. Can you blame them? I am scared. Scared that our own actions are slowly but surely sculpting our downfall. With every chisel in time, we are looming closer and closer to an end. An end that is inevitable.
I watched 'Spanglish' today with my family. It’s a movie about the cultural divide between Hispanics and Caucasians in America. In that movie, a Mexican mother tries to protect her daughter from the dangerous influence of the white community. Of course, she inevitably changes. The mother's conflict is this: If my child goes to a private white school, will she be odd or fit in. Which is worse? Being the odd one and having to face that for your whole life. Or fitting in and losing complete touch with one's own morals and values and culture. That is her dilemma. She brought her daughter to America with hopes of creating a better life for her than the one she created for herself. On the other hand, after living there, she realized that Americans’ have their own issues, perhaps not as taxing as hers, but issues nevertheless. What's the greater problem? Losing your life, or losing your values. What she does is simple; she leaves it to her daughter. She provides her daughter with enough knowledge to make the right decision and face the consequences with her mother by her side. At the end, after graduating from school with flying colors, she applies to Princeton. She tells them that although their acceptance means a lot to her, and getting accepted would be an honor, it would not define her. She is, and always will be, her mother's daughter before a Princeton graduate. Because that's the way her mother taught her. I think that's an Angel right there. Finally I found one. I felt relieved. Alas, the movie ended. I got up, but felt reassured for some reason. I turned to my right and saw an Angel. She asked me "Did you like the movie?" My reply, "I did, did you, Mom?" She smiled and nodded. For a split second, I heard the chisel fall.

Over and Out.

Waldo! at 12:03 PM

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Saturday, March 19, 2005

The Language of the Insane...

With the free time that comes with Grade 13 comes a certain freeloader called insanity. It is due to this insanity that we end up doing some truely crazy-ass things. One such moment was when my friend Rawan and added words to traditional English to make ourselves unique. For instance, what used to be "man that is soo cool" has just become "ey, coolio". Also, "that is the coolest thing in the world" has become, "ey, ice." Moreover, "that person is ugly" has become "ey, paperbag." there are reasons behind each of these phrases. When expressing severe disgust or surprise, "AYAN!!" (pronounced with a soft, nasal n). Wanting to show that someone has done something extremely stupid or has been insulted by someone else the word of choice is "AFA..." For instance, if I were to ask someone out and then get rejected (for instance???) i would say "AFA on me..." This phrase is gramatically incorrect if the pronouns are not used to indicate who it is aimed at. When rhetorically asking whether something is true or not we say "Seeriaas???'" This is actually a very cool thing to say in South Africa, in case you ever go. When greeting each other, we refer to each other as "Stupid" or "idiot. For example, "hey stupid, how was your exam?" To which I would reply, "ey, coolio." You see. We are very bored. More on that in my next post. Now if you have actually read through the whole thing you should have understood that these are not hard and fast rules but mainly guidelines. The true expert is able to make something up on the spot yet get the message across. So dudes and dudettes, I'd better snap. That means I have to go. You see?

Over and Out.

Waldo! at 8:13 AM

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Wednesday, March 16, 2005

God Vs. Devil

In the deep, dark recesses or a morbid mind lives a little man. In each of us lives this man, in each of us breathes this man. He isn’t a myth, he isn’t superhuman, and he isn’t an enigma. He’s the reason we do what we do, act the way we do. He’s not black, but definitely not white. He’s above colour, he’s above race, he’s above money, and he’s above creed. He does not differentiate, he does not discriminate. He is impartial. He is unfair. He is omnipotent, he is never-faltering. He is all controlling, all creating. He affects everything we do, everything we think, everything we feel. He gives us the choice to pick the path we wish to take, to choose what we want to believe. He is within us all, and we hear him whisper in our ears every minute of every day. He is everything but nothing; he is everyone but no one.
Isn’t it funny that this description can be used to both God and the Devil? But the real question is: Which one did you think this applies to when you first read it? That’s what matters.

Over and Out,

Waldo! at 3:42 AM

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