Tag archive for ‘quandary’
I Should Have Taken The Blue Pill
During the entire course of my life I have faced the most formidable things there can be: choices. I have had to face it, not once, not twice, but so many times I could hardly remember. Why do we have to choose? Why do we have to ponder deeply, and waste so much time, effort [...]
The Insult Greater Than Chip Tsao’s
Conclusion (Previously… Skirmishes In and Out of Sea) Yes, I was pissed with his article. But I don’t blame Chip Tsao. He who loves to write satire, though his love of it that does not guarantee that he’s good at it, just wanted to make a point. The way I understood, as I try to [...]
Skirmishes In and Out of Sea
Third Part of a Series (Previously… The Crude Awakening) The group of islands called the Spratlys was first occupied by the colonial French at the time when it ruled Indochina. During the Second World War, the Japanese used it as a submarine base. After the world war, the French had it back but eventually had [...]
The Crude Awakening
Second Part of a Series (Previously… Arrogance and Ignorance on the Spratlys Islands) At least 6 countries, China, Taiwan, Vietnam, Philippines, Malaysia and Brunei, have filed separate sovereign claims on all or part of the Spratlys. For years, the Philippines and the other small ASEAN member countries claiming the group of small Islands in the [...]
Arrogance and Ignorance on the Spratlys Islands
First Part of a Series I wasn’t keen on reacting to satirical pieces made by journalists as long as it is made with class. A joke sometimes creates something more meaningful than just a dose of laughter. It is art imitating life and thus the creator had nothing to do but become the messenger of [...]
A Quandary of Cosmic Proportion
I don’t wanna think about it. Of what am I doing here… My reason for being here, and what brought me here. Despite endless hurdles, I took whatever this extraterrestrial journey had to offer. I didn’t know why, I didn’t know how. Backtrack as I wanted to, I am already here, contemplating these quandary of [...]
The Tank
February 25…. I was a tank. With armored skin no bullet can ever pass through, I faced them. Them people I so loved. Them people who so loved me. Them people I so cherished and vowed to protect. Them people who were the reasons for my cold, pathetic and egotistical existence. Yea, I faced them. [...]