Friday, February 29, 2008
Sometimes
It's quite easy to just say something to insult or add to the fight.
But sometimes, it's more effective to remind yourself that they already come off as being stupid, illiterate and uncivilized, and there's no need to bring oneself down to their level by joining the fire fest.
Well, today I was about to post a retaliatory statement filled brim with sarcasm when it suddenly hit me on the head like a brick through the glass window, that any retaliation will inevitably sound as if their initial attack disturbed me, and that to be drawn into the war is their victory.
As such, abstain from flame-wars. Waste of time, and just shows your at their level.
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Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Difficult choices
(hypothetical situation)
Life sometimes throws a few difficult choices.
1. Companionship, aka love, friends that understand you, people that make you feel safe, secure and content. Aka people you can trust, love and care about and feel all mushy inside.
2. Fun. Loads of fun, and also friends that have fun with you, and generally make you happy, have a good time and well, that. The guys you could hang out with, spend time, and well, generally feel that you've had a great time.
3. Work. Money. Studies. You'd buy all those things you'd always wanted, live a better life, your parents don't hate you as much, have a career, go on holidays and travel to places you'd always wanted to go to.
If you only had time to have 1 out of the 3, which would you choose?
If you had time for 2 out of 3, which would you choose?
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Sunday, February 24, 2008
XD
today's a happy day.
my cousins just gave our family a puppy, looks quite cute, although I think in time it'll grow into the size of wee ven's dog XD
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Carnage.
(played CoH yesterday XD)
Air was a mix of fried bodies, and also the smell of charred metal. The sight of limbs being torn to bits by shrapnel, bodies burnt to a little more than ashes by bombing runs, or just the general chaos, confusion of the men caught in the crossfire was nothing compared to the sensation of watching your own men die.
But like all prolonged wars, such survivors often grow apathetic to the death of those around them, whilst cruel and heartless, it was the only was to retain their sanity, and ironically, save a certain part of their humanity.
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Hmm, kinda ran out of brain juice on this. will come back to it. ciaoz dude.
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Saturday, February 23, 2008
Lost
Feeling a little distant. Or maybe a little hopeless. Maybe both, probably both.
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Traveling home at night, the miles seemed to just dissipate away when one's heart is lost, wandering and searching for a moon that isn't there in the starry sky right outside. The road is quiet, with momentary flickers of light when a car shoots by on the other side of the highway.
It's alluring, and thoughts just float around, during these moments, it's hard not to feel enlightened. Maybe it's the stars, their cosmic presence removes the fog in one's soul. Maybe it's the silence, one's mind forced to question itself. Maybe, maybe.
Traveling at night, the scenery is a mere blur of occasional pitch-black, and momentary lapses of dim light from a random source, be it cars, houses, or just that lamp post that's scattered every few miles. Looking out, one finds nothing. The harder one tries to see, to seek clarity in the void, the more one gets pushed back into the depths of one's own sanity, one's own conscience and existence. Or, maybe...
There's quite a few stars in the sky, on this long winding road, miles away from the tainted presence of mankind's ever expanding enclaves. On the twisty parts it's hard to keep track of these stars, and as much as one tries to engrave it's image in one's head, looking back to that position, where it once was, it wasn't there anymore. Perhaps it's a cruel reflection of the lives we lead, that no matter how we try, we can't save and have the one we want.
Things, change. Traveling, eventually leads somewhere. Occasionally, on these roads one finds himself lost, and then he looks to the sky for guidance. Guidance, from a star to lead the lost. In the skies of a few million stars, a traveler is spoilt for choice.
But soon he will realize that choosing, is not so easy. Would he choose the one that's bright and easy to see, but sometimes not there? Or one that's harder to see, but always there, in it's own part of the sky?
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When political journalism was banned, writers used to write stories to express what they want to say, but couldn't. It was their way of letting out those emotions lying inside, without being direct with it.
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Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Lessons in life
Thomas Edison was once attributable for saying, failure is the seed of success. I would like to elaborate on this. Failure gives you the seeds to success, but like all seeds, for it to grow into a tree, it needs attention, effort, time and of course, sacrifices.
In time, it would grow into something larger.
I personally felt I was shortchanged when I failed my P1. But today, when I found out that Noel also shared the same fate as I did, inside I felt a great sense of relief, that perhaps it isn't an issue of effort like I made it to be, but more likely, a matter of blind luck.
No doubt it hurts to fail, and internally it was a great hit to my self confidence that perhaps I'm not as smart as I think I am. Then again, it's no worry. I hope that Noel finds relief that because of the failure we realize that we are no infallible, that fate has it's way of rewarding those who once failed but lived on to deal with it.
Perhaps to me, the failure was that big significant smack to the face that I've needed, but never knew I needed, that I was slacking and starting to take what I study as a joke, despite the papers getting harder.
Or maybe it was karma.
Then again, it's alright. I'll live. I'll deal with life's issues, and it won't come as a total surprise to me.
Oh btw, I don't have computer now. (Mom being the usual prick she is, so yeah, I'll deal with it)
So, OBU I'll be doing in college.
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Saturday, February 16, 2008
I am like, LOL?
Anyway, saw this on my friendster aquarius horoscope, and all i can is, LOL
Difficulty is not always the best indicator of worth. In other words, just because something is not easy to accomplish does not mean that it is worth accomplishing. Sometimes, it just means that it's not for you. So if you are repeatedly encountering obstacles when trying to develop a relationship, achieve a goal, or finish a project, today you should consider just taking a pass. Stop banging your head against that brick wall and move on to things that you can accomplish without so much drama.
LOL.
LOL.
XD damn funny.
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Thursday, February 14, 2008
LOLER
In conjuction with valentines, I'm gonna do something funky. XD
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You make my...
If...
I really...
When all else fails,
XD
Happy Valentines Everyone.
Happy Valentines Everyone.
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bleh
What I did today on v'day.
Woke up emo, horned someone for being an ass in the morning, then when I was going back, i was feeling blur so I kinda turned and hit a curb. (no damage thankfully)
Went ss19 for mamak, got myself a mouse for 105, lepaked a while, then went to sora's place for ggxx. (i farking love the game, damn cun la)
then followed thefag to subang square, lepaked a short while, and yeah, that's it.
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Wednesday, February 13, 2008
V'day and some more
I used to have a rather disgusted attitude of Valentines (overpriced stuff, crowded complexes, mushy lovey-dovey stuff all over..)
But I've gotten to realize that men need excuses, need some reason, no matter how stupid it sounds, to get themselves moving. It's that sense that need something pushing at their back for them to make their move.
Maybe it's just me. But growing up, I've learnt the need for a sense of occasion. So good luck, to all of you who'll take a gamble the day itself. To those already together, have fun. To those who got an unfortunate end, it's not end of the world.
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Monday, February 11, 2008
A little dose of travelling
News came. He's going there. She's going somewhere else. Another someone is going somewhere I wish I could go. Every now and then, news breaks, and it hurts a certain part that wishes to be a part of the larger world, to travel, to see, and to have a change.
Perhaps.
Maybe.
Possibly.
I've grown to hate those words, the uncertainty and pessimism reeked by these collection of letters, their meaning a plain attempt to conceal hope, their use a blind lead.
Travels. I've felt I could, but sometimes one leads itself to wonder whether it's an indication, a subtle way the subconscious is trying to express what it feels I, as a person, needs to grow. What it sometimes really need, is to lead a new life.
A chance, to start over.
That is why, travel appeals.
A chance to change, a chance to be away from the binds that now chain one to the floor, unable to escape.
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Wednesday, February 06, 2008
wishes
happy chinese new year everyone. gong hei fatt choi XD
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Tuesday, February 05, 2008
Mah brotha
Taken from one of those funnier sites, aka Icanhascheezburger.com
Those overheardin(somewhere).com are quite funny too. XD
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Saturday, February 02, 2008
Wasn't me
continued
The night's rest after the storm wasn't a proper rest. Eyes were shut but we were ever bracing for it to come again, our hands close to the ropes we tied to the rocks. Still, eventually I fell asleep, although some of the porters didn't.
One of them porters, Daric woke me up early, right before the sun's rays peek through the jagged rocks and it seemed the porters were just as ready to move as I was, packing all the tools and latches onto the critters. Indeed, I myself didn't require much preparation, just a short wash of my face with some desert water, and we're off.
The trip, well, we were cautious, but generally nothing happened. Perhaps it really was a freak event. Indeed, over the next few days of traveling, it didn't occur to us that it was going to happen again.
We were on the last day of our trip. One of the border towns where the desert ends and blends into a vast savanna was just a day away.
However, life has it's way of denying one's relief at the very last moments. Indeed, whilst crossing the last stretches of desert, we heard that same sound again, as if the sands suddenly fell.
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Friday, February 01, 2008
Phased Out
-continued-
We saw something that evening, when it was too late for us to travel to the next stop. It was a faint movement in the distance, a sudden, unexpected shift in the sands, whipping up a minor sandstorm in the process.
It was minor at first. Yet it seemed to gain strength so quickly it was unnatural.
Before we could brace for it, it hit us. A sandstorm akin to the will of an angry god of the sands, furious, violent, and unstoppable. Back in the old world, powerful super-sandstorms were known to rip ships apart and devastate unprepared shoreline settlements.
Sheltered by the rocks, we hid from the raining sands, unaware of what was going, the porters mumbling an animistic prayer, waiting for the sands to stop.
We were in the middle of the sandstorm, trying hard not to get blown away by the sudden gust of wind, reaching for the nearest solid piece of rock for support. Yet, there was a brewing unease.
Waited, I stole a quick glance at Biggs, and the other 3 critters. They seemed unfazed, having their weight and wide feet to keep them on the solid rocks.
My porters, they hid behind a rock wall of sorts and they seemed more afraid than the usual sandstorms we've faced.
We had a feeling it wasn't normal. And for a brief moment, it felt as if death was just around the corner.
I reached for the handle of the weapon attached to my belt, yet I wondered why I did so, knowing a weapon cannot hurt the wind. Yet, instinct, kept my right hand on the handle while left held onto the rocks.
A good 15 minutes passed. Even Biggs seemed uncomfortable with the sandstorm, shifting their feet wider than usual, their heads lower and closer to the ground. He seemed almost cute, for a moment, before the sands in my eyes reminded me of the predicament I was in.
The will of the sands calmed soon, though.
And it was just as if the winds just stopped.
It was unnerving.
There was a lingering thought in my mind, whispering the dangers of these still largely unexplored lands.
Leaving here, was the only thing in my mind.
Regardless what anyone, or anything says or feels about it.
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