this thought came to my mind as my mind was wandering away from the econs lecture.

my eyes landed upon this bug that was probably crushed by the weight of someone who stepped on it accidentally, that left it struggling to stand upright.

it was summoning all the energy that's left to fight death, that's coming its way.














that bug has done nothing wrong, to deserve such a painful torture and torment.

there was nothing much that i could do, and all i did was to stare in anguish, and watching it flap and twirl around.

till it could fight no more, so exhausted that it finally gave up, lied still on the ground, dead.

have you watched the news?

regarding the new dish that the taiwanese have come up with.

this dish includes the preparation and cooking of the fish, alive.

throwing a fish that's struggling to break free from death, into the wok of boiling hot oil.













and when its done, its being served onto the table.

the worst part is that the fish is still alive.

alive and helpless. there's nothing much it can do but to suppress all its pain and torture to itself.

it can scream, it can't run.

and all it can do is to wait till the pain takes away its final breath, the pain from the tearing of its flesh.

the flesh, gently torn apart by the chopsticks and utensils, fed to the unfeeling human beings.

yet none of them would ever be able to feel what it is going through.

brutal isn't it?