I never felt like i belonged anywhere. Never met someone who feels the same way about things as i do. Never understood why can’t i want normal things like everyone else. Never understood why my head is always among the clouds, why am i always flitting from one thing to another.

Want so much that is not here but i don’t know how to get there. Feeling like such a horrible person because i have everything i need but yet my head is full of elsewhere. Want to do so much more but i guess some things are not meant to be. Letting go and accepting that you have to change your course in life is such a horrid feeling. Well, i guess closing the chapter on something that you really wanted to work normally is. :’( 

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Skinny Love - Bon Iver

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You know what i miss? Wearing board shorts. Taking the early train. Walking past the arcade machines before all the shops come into view. The 5 minute drive out to sea. The familiar whirring of the boat engine. The feeling i get when i manage to do PROPER 1 wake grabs back to back. Feeling my board lift off the water effortlessly when i get my ollies right. The satisfaction and the frustrations after each set. My (dreaded) first pass second pass. Looking at other people riding. Commenting on how big people’s jumps are. Talking about who landed what trick. Seeing all the familiar faces at punggol.The sun. My board. The sea. :(

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(In a conference on the GWOT, 9/11 and "Islamic ideology", I was in the speaking panel)
Young British man in the crowd asks me:	Are you apologetic about 9/11?
Me:	No. I don't apologize for 9/11. Why should I? I had nothing to do with it. I'm only sorry about the lives lost - regardless of who they were. But I am NOT a spokesperson for Al-Qaeda. No sensible Muslim is. Do I ask British people to apologize to me for colonizing my country back then, taking the rights of the masses away, ending freedom of speech, creating problematic borders that led to bloodshed, sexually assaulting the women of my land, westernizing the entire pedagogues in the subcontinent, turning my culture and my identity into a mystical subject for orientalist authors to go capitalize on? Have I asked you to say sorry to me?
Him:	(remains silent)

Dear World,

Please please please don’t end in 2012. I can’t believe i’ve lived for 22 years and 5 months but haven’t seen nor experienced even a tiny fraction of what you have to offer. If life allows it, i will do everything i can to make up for it. I’m painstakingly saving up to see you, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DON’T LET ANYTHING HAPPEN TO YOU.

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9gag:

So It Has Come To This

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Looking South by Julian Kaesler on Flickr.

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