Greetings to all my faithful readers. I am sorry for abandoning Hot Shit Form Here for these past few weeks. I know I may have said sorry-s for the million times, but I just couldn’t say it enough. I have been occupied with my study and other extracurricular activities that I have participated in. No, my study is unfortunately still not explosive as a chemical reaction could be, but I did notice few colleagues who are walking around with a pair of jean with sprinkles of holes (Which I am pretty sure was made by strong acids that we use during experiments) on it and in one incident, I actually managed to dodge a steel-made-pump’s knob from shooting through my eyes at a very high pressure. God, I am lucky.
Nevertheless, life goes on and I will tell you more about other activities in next posts (I have lots of things to write but just don’t have enough time to spill it out one by one). Amidst of these madness, I managed to watch an award winning movie this weekend, Milk. I cried at the last moment when Harvey Milk and the mayor were shot. Let me assured you, I only cry when I am watching movies and the only movies I cried were The Great Debater, Changeling and this Sean Penn’s movie. Yes, if you notice, the movies share the same sentiment in it; about a struggle and hopes when you are being a minority (or in my case, being different).
The Great Debater is a story about a group of underdog students from a small African American college in the deep south shaped into a historically elite debate team. Meanwhile Changeling touches a subject of a mother looking for her lost son against the corrupted policemen. Which brought us to the last movie that I dropped my valuable tears (and hopefully not the end); Milk that talks about how California’s first openly gay elected official, Harvey Milk, a San Francisco supervisor who was assassinated along with Mayor George Moscone by San Francisco Supervisor Dan White. I am not talking about the sexual orientation differences in this post, but I will highlight more on the struggles of being different.
"And I know you can't live on hope alone, but without hope, life is not worth living" - Harvey Milk
Minority’s issues and rights are always close to my heart. Yes, I belong to the majority ethnic group in my country, but still, I will always belong to a minority when it comes to speak my mind. What I am trying to say is that I have thousands of ideas and thoughts to be shared with others, but I was afraid to see the way the community surround me will react when they hear it. Most of the ideas are considered sensitive and could easily offend others that have been clogged with so called ‘eastern values’ of living (but I am not disagree with all of the values either). Differences will make you stand out from others (here, they will call you a weirdo), if you disagree with the majority, they will say you are wrong and when you try to speak up your mind, your friends will try to shut it down because others will press negative judgments on you.
Yes, that is the main reason why I started this site. With this blog, I could reach to more open minded audiences that could listen to my ideas and give healthy feedback that I needed. I trust my readers and their impeccable intelligences that they could give me intellectual moments with them. I am tired of bottling up my thoughts which I am sure one day will be just like the steel-made-pump’s knob that shot me in a very high pressure but this time, it will shoot me right through my brain instead of my eyes. Thank you for reading this 610 (and still counting) words post. See you again next time. Till then, have a nice day!
P/S: I would like to wish one of my loyal readers, LadyJava a wonderful Happy 40th Birthday! I hope you will live a happy ever after life with your beloved friends and family. Happy Birthday LJ!
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