![]() |
"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!
Wednesday, 30 March 2011
8G
tiny little micro bites. It sends your face into the future, some
looked like we are in our 30s, some 50s and some in our graves. It
swells and hurts, like the feeling of drowning and ends you up with a
whole body of measles. Every breathe you take is a struggle to stay
alive.
Sitting on your brim, all is seen is a single tunnel of light, within
the already suffocating you is a small sparkle of hope to regain
conscious, wanting to feel that perfect vision you always had. It
slowly creeps till total darkness and it's uncontrollable, till the
point you fall from conscious or you release the button.
All those attentions on instruments and spatial awareness only centred
at one vision : to fight this G monster.
But when I see those darkness, I remembered you. That vision of you
that fired me up, giving me a reason to stand up again. To stand up
against all these odds. No matter if it's all backstabbers here, it
doesn't matter if I'm weak or at my limits, it doesn't matter if I'm
seeing darkness. Seeing you lights up the world. It's an unspoken and
unexplained truth. But although you died, that thought has always been
a motivation. I can't deny it, love is part of me. It's every part of
me when I'm at my limits.
Thank you and rest well :). I'll continue discovering love, the best
part of it or the bad part of it, I'll walk with it :).
Tuesday, 29 March 2011
Sunday, 27 March 2011
My fight
There's always a us in trust, lie in believe, end in friends, over in lover, if in life.
Wednesday, 16 March 2011
your kindness, i will not forget
went Japan. When I was at Disneysea, a kawaii japanese girl dropped
her "fastpass ticket" -3 of them- and I happened to pick them up. They
were running towards one of the ride station and one of them dropped
it. I gave chase until the station and finally called out to her.
I handed over the ticket and she gave a very sincere and loud "thank
youuu" in her very own japanese assent. We exchanged few looks while
we walked away but that was the most we could do cause I wasn't bold
enough to ask for anything.
That kindness and smile had been kept in my heart until today, it
flashed cross me as I was writting my essay. Weird I know. If the
world have Japan's deep culture of understanding and sincerity, the
world would have been a better place to live in :).
I want to live in japan! No matter how badly it have been hit. Not for
the place but for the people and culture they have.
Sunday, 13 March 2011
I will be there for you.
Just wait. I'm coming.
Friday, 11 March 2011
Sunday, 27 February 2011
Not always what it seems to be...
Thank you =).


