Today, I’ve been thinking a lot about justice.

It’s easy to say that there’s no justice in this world. Even the best debater and philosopher can’t argue to this one. How can you say to a 14-year-old slave that there is such thing as justice? How can you look at the parents whose daughter had just been killed in the eye and talk about justice?

People with power, the ones who can actually make a change, at times are corrupted. Many others think about themselves first, then others. It’s only human nature.

Yesterday, I have stumbled on an article written by a raped victim at Harvard. Yes, Harvard. Upon reading it, I could feel my heart boiling with anger. It isn’t fair.

A quarter of the year has gone and no, I’m not sentimental at all.

Although by the world’s standard, I guess I haven’t been doing anything.

My days are filled with taking care of baby (not mine, my sister’s) and reading books. I managed to catch up with How I Met Your Mother (and by catching up I mean skipping the entire season 8 and go straight to watch season 9) and have a lot of sleep.

If I can read your mind, I think the world will definitely come to an end. Why? There will be unquestionable hatreds in this world. Who would want to know one’s thoughts when he is saying this and thinking something else or when he is pretending to put his mind on the game but truthfully, one isn’t?

See it this way. You are in a meeting with three others and one is doing a presentation. Somehow you are not paying attention, not really because you are disrespectful or bored, but sometimes your mind just wander. You begin to think about your half-finished book inside your bag, begging to be read. You begin to think of what to have for lunch, or the fun you could be doing tonight. You begin to think about the most random memories and yet you are staring straight into the presenter’s eyes, as if you have been paying attention the whole time.

If one can read your thoughts, one will judge you unworthy.