A soldier will fight long and hard for a bit of colored ribbon.
~Napoleon
And so I saw the heart a young soldier ungracefully receive his prize for his service; A wasteful mix of lead and copper, crafted to kill, almost gleeful at fulfilling its purpose.
War does not determine who is right - only who is left.
~Bertrand Russell
And he was left to ponder all that was unfinished in his life...
So he pondered while he could, his lips hitting the dirt, gazing as the blood from his own withered cough united with the dust that would bear witness to the final 15 seconds of a young man's life.
Older men declare war. But it is the youth that must fight and die.
~Herbert Hoover
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Love
"Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket -- safe, dark, motionless, airless -- it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable."
-- C.S. Lewis
-- C.S. Lewis
Thursday, June 12, 2008
The Word Association Game
Played by: Samuel & Sarah
Mosquito spray
Randomness
Bandages
Hospitals
Clean
Floor
Cave in
Earthquake
Quake 4
Dunno
Metaphysical science
Academic discipline
Scholar
Graduate
Job
Career
Parachute instructor
Live recklessly
Die well
Funeral
Candy
Dentist
Pain
Rebellious kids
Drugs
Poverty
Wealth
iPhone
I love simplicity
A
Good grades
Presents
Christmas
Santa
Old man
Widow
Loneliness
Akon
Star
Alpha Centauri
Onomatopoeia
Tap tipity tap
Irish dancing
Cranberries
Chicken rice
And with that, we leave to eat chicken rice.
You guys can continue it in the comments section if ya'll want.
=D
Sunday, June 8, 2008
The Tagger, The Tagged
Tagged by Sean... Again... =D
6 things I am passionate about:
1. Parkour
2. Magic
3. Ma buddies
4. Meaningful conversation
5. Being places I'm not supposed to be
6. Knowledge
6 things I say too often:
1. Crap
2. Wassup?
3. Damnit
4. Huh?
5. Riiiiiight
6. Wut?
6 books I've read recently:
1. The Prefect by Alastair Reynolds
2. Kaitlyn by Kevin Lewis
3. The Murder Artist by John Case
4. Pushing Ice by Alastair Reynolds
5. Schild's Ladder by Greg Egan
6. The Complete Reference; C++ by Hebert Schildt
6 songs I could listen to over & over again:
1. High Road by Fort Minor
2. The Kill by 30 Seconds to Mars
3. The Mixed Tape by Jack's Mannequin
4. Fighting by Yellowcard
5. Let the Flames Begin by Paramore
6. Tim Sum Girl by The Notorious MSG XD
6 things I've learnt in the past year:
1. Punching a concrete wall kinda hurts
2. Friends don't come cheap
3. When you walk up to people with a deck of cards in hand, some WILL say no >.<"
4. I still don't know how to fly
5. Sleeping earlier doesn't mean you get more rest
6. Hard work is hard
6 people to tag:
1. Ty
2. Eugene
3. Daniel
4. Lewis
5. Huey Sing
6. Mun Yee
6 things I am passionate about:
1. Parkour
2. Magic
3. Ma buddies
4. Meaningful conversation
5. Being places I'm not supposed to be
6. Knowledge
6 things I say too often:
1. Crap
2. Wassup?
3. Damnit
4. Huh?
5. Riiiiiight
6. Wut?
6 books I've read recently:
1. The Prefect by Alastair Reynolds
2. Kaitlyn by Kevin Lewis
3. The Murder Artist by John Case
4. Pushing Ice by Alastair Reynolds
5. Schild's Ladder by Greg Egan
6. The Complete Reference; C++ by Hebert Schildt
6 songs I could listen to over & over again:
1. High Road by Fort Minor
2. The Kill by 30 Seconds to Mars
3. The Mixed Tape by Jack's Mannequin
4. Fighting by Yellowcard
5. Let the Flames Begin by Paramore
6. Tim Sum Girl by The Notorious MSG XD
6 things I've learnt in the past year:
1. Punching a concrete wall kinda hurts
2. Friends don't come cheap
3. When you walk up to people with a deck of cards in hand, some WILL say no >.<"
4. I still don't know how to fly
5. Sleeping earlier doesn't mean you get more rest
6. Hard work is hard
6 people to tag:
1. Ty
2. Eugene
3. Daniel
4. Lewis
5. Huey Sing
6. Mun Yee
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
JoH
The Jack of Hearts,
I believe was your card.
You picked it by choice,
But you picked one too hard.
Among all other cards,
You chose to choose one.
You brushed hearts of many,
But truly owned none.
Love is not petty,
To be changed on mere whims.
Once a Jack of all trades,
You're a Jack of all things.
If you have more than one,
But cannot decide,
Where then my friend,
Will your true love reside?
If you waste all your time,
Till it's too late to start.
Then a Jack you'll remain,
A poor Jack of Hearts.
Inspired by a combination of staring at my ghost deck, and thinking about fickle love
I believe was your card.
You picked it by choice,
But you picked one too hard.
Among all other cards,
You chose to choose one.
You brushed hearts of many,
But truly owned none.
Love is not petty,
To be changed on mere whims.
Once a Jack of all trades,
You're a Jack of all things.
If you have more than one,
But cannot decide,
Where then my friend,
Will your true love reside?
If you waste all your time,
Till it's too late to start.
Then a Jack you'll remain,
A poor Jack of Hearts.
Inspired by a combination of staring at my ghost deck, and thinking about fickle love
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
The boy I once met
Please tell me.
I need to know.
Tell me what you see when you look at him.
It doesn’t matter if he’s awake or asleep, moody or jovial.
Just tell me what you see of him.
Is he just another teenager with the tendency to be unpredictable?
Is he just another teenager who always thinks he’s right?
Is he just another teenager who’s easily disappointed?
Is he just another teenager who decides to exert his individuality at the wrong time?
Is he just another teenager who’s finally starting to realize that he’s been grossly misunderstood?
Or is he just another…
I know for a fact that he is frustrated.
Frustrated at his inability to get over someone whom he should.
He feels that he is holding her back by adamantly harboring feelings for her.
She knows him too well to be fooled by a simple “I’m beginning to move on. Are you?”
As a result she hasn’t moved on either.
What if they’re missing out on so much else in life by clinging on to a memory?
What if there really is someone else out there who’ll make them as happy as they did each other?
What if they overlook that someone because they choose to shackle themselves to the past?
How can one compete with a perfect memory?
One can’t.
And so they will disregard that someone should he/she exist.
By refusing to move on is he possibly wrecking a future, and not only his own?
Or would it be the same if he had moved on.
I wonder.
And so tell me.
What do you see when you look at him, smitten?
He is also frustrated at his friends.
Where have all his true friends gone?
Has he out grown them?
He woefully craves for conversation wrought of depth.
And though he gets it from some, what about the rest?
Why can’t he have helped them all along down on this little mental road?
Why can’t he have pushed them all out of the quicksand, even if it meant sinking himself?
Balance demands that the strong also be vulnerable.
But why are so many people around him choosing only to be strong?
Is that why so many people are falling?
Must the law require the deep to also be shallow?
So tell me.
What do you see when you look at him, sunk?
He is curious as to what people think of him.
He almost daringly wishes to ask.
Do they think he likes to show of?
Can they criticize him because he practices something bred to impress?
Do they think he is just trying to fit in and be cool?
Cancel the last.
He is not one man trying to be many people.
He is just compromised of many sides, all belonging to one person, each shown when thought apt.
We haven’t known each other for nearly long enough,
But please tell me.
What do you see when you look at me, only just another side of him, contemplative?
I need to know.
Tell me what you see when you look at him.
It doesn’t matter if he’s awake or asleep, moody or jovial.
Just tell me what you see of him.
Is he just another teenager with the tendency to be unpredictable?
Is he just another teenager who always thinks he’s right?
Is he just another teenager who’s easily disappointed?
Is he just another teenager who decides to exert his individuality at the wrong time?
Is he just another teenager who’s finally starting to realize that he’s been grossly misunderstood?
Or is he just another…
I know for a fact that he is frustrated.
Frustrated at his inability to get over someone whom he should.
He feels that he is holding her back by adamantly harboring feelings for her.
She knows him too well to be fooled by a simple “I’m beginning to move on. Are you?”
As a result she hasn’t moved on either.
What if they’re missing out on so much else in life by clinging on to a memory?
What if there really is someone else out there who’ll make them as happy as they did each other?
What if they overlook that someone because they choose to shackle themselves to the past?
How can one compete with a perfect memory?
One can’t.
And so they will disregard that someone should he/she exist.
By refusing to move on is he possibly wrecking a future, and not only his own?
Or would it be the same if he had moved on.
I wonder.
And so tell me.
What do you see when you look at him, smitten?
He is also frustrated at his friends.
Where have all his true friends gone?
Has he out grown them?
He woefully craves for conversation wrought of depth.
And though he gets it from some, what about the rest?
Why can’t he have helped them all along down on this little mental road?
Why can’t he have pushed them all out of the quicksand, even if it meant sinking himself?
Balance demands that the strong also be vulnerable.
But why are so many people around him choosing only to be strong?
Is that why so many people are falling?
Must the law require the deep to also be shallow?
So tell me.
What do you see when you look at him, sunk?
He is curious as to what people think of him.
He almost daringly wishes to ask.
Do they think he likes to show of?
Can they criticize him because he practices something bred to impress?
Do they think he is just trying to fit in and be cool?
Cancel the last.
He is not one man trying to be many people.
He is just compromised of many sides, all belonging to one person, each shown when thought apt.
We haven’t known each other for nearly long enough,
But please tell me.
What do you see when you look at me, only just another side of him, contemplative?
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