so tired, so fatigued. only the second day of the new term and the holidays already seem like a long, long time ago. but what's this compared to what the iraqis, or the american troops for that matter, are going through right now?

everywhere people are dying, someone dies everyday. in iraq, people, innocent iraqis, children too young to even comprehend the idea of war are being taught to use guns and sent to the front. how long would they last on the battle field, i wonder. even at home, people are dying of old age, in accidents and due to sickness. things beyond human control.

i think the thing i hate most about growing up is having to deal with death, of relatives, of people. i know death is part of life but it just serves to make one that much more cynical. what's worse is how the living don't appreciate life. perhaps i am too emotional. it's been over 2 years, closer to 3, since my grandma's died of cancer but some things still remind me of her.

i'm not exactly sure where this is headed (or coming from even). but shou jie's recent entries about his great grandma kind of brought back some memories (not that i blame you or anything). seemed such a short time ago that grandma passed away but a couple of years have already elapsed and i have lived through so many new experiences. in the two years, i think i've matured quite a bit. my opinions about death have thus also changed quite a bit. goodness, used to be so naive..

rage, rage against the dying of the light