"In the midst of war, our human nature to love, even the descendants of our enemies, still prevails in one way or another." |
When you need escape, type to yourself. A sweet letter cures the sour moments in life and covers the bitter encounters.
Saturday, 16 April 2011
My feelings.
Sunday, 10 April 2011
Peace
So comfortable and magical. It's like a wonder to living in such environment compared to the cell I've been kept in.
The freedom to make mistakes without heavy punishment. To do a backflip without people thinking that you are awkward. To socialise without looking at your status or ranks. To smile at people without having them to think "what are your objectives?"
I hope the world know how many people had dedicated their entire lives just to pose a formidable threat to aggressions and protect peace, harmony.
Some of these lives could have chose a much more joyful path with more happy returns but dedicated their lives often on some meaningless missions to deter external powers.
Peace out.
Sent from my iPod
Saturday, 9 April 2011
What's with internet.
So what's the first ever think you ever read when you open up that browser?
They call it facebook. Something you 'connect' with friends without actually physically be in contact with them.
Log on to your messengers hoping that someone would chat and make your day. Look through the number of people "online" or "available" choosing your next victim to harass.
What's next, then you venture into something call blogs thinking that it might give you more insights on news you might have not heard of. Or will know before anyone would have heard of.
But at the end of the day, you shut down your computer feeling the same way you did before switching on that computer.
My friends, you have fall into this trap of pseudo-dilemma-satisfaction. Instead of trying to browse through all that narcissistic photos on facebook, instead of trying to know your friends through their well paraphrased blog entries or waiting on that chat messenger for an angel to appear... Head out! See reality for the true beauty it has. Virtual is something that never exist and if you put virtual and factual together, we get 2012.
Ciao!