DISCLAIMER: This post is not my own work. It is an extract from the script of the 2003 movie, "The Matrix Revolutions", directed by the Wachowski brothers. The full script can be assessed at http://www.horrorlair.com/movies/scripts/matrixrevolutions.pdf.
Page 126
Cobwebs of shimmering light drape all around Neo as it takes him a moment to realize that he is in fact still alive.
NEO: ...Trin?
There is no response.
NEO: Trinity? Trinity!
Yanking his feet free from the crush of debris, he crawls in the direction of her chair.
NEO: Trinity!
TRINITY: ...I'm here.
NEO: Where?
She reaches her hand out to him.
TRINITY: Here.
With her touch comes a flood of relief.
NEO: We made it.
TRINITY: You said we would.
He draws closer, feeling his way.
NEO: I couldn't have done it without you.
TRINITY: ...I know.
He smiles; unable to see her, he looks at the gossamer threads of light surrounding them.
NEO: It's unbelievable, Trin. Light everywhere. Like the whole thing was built of light. I wish you could see what I see.
We see her face for the first time and we see that she is crying.
TRINITY: You've already shown me so much.
He knows something is wrong.
NEO: What is it? Trinity? What's wrong?
TRINITY: I can't go with you, Neo. I've gone as far as I can.
NEO: What...
He reaches for her and immediately feels the wet warmth of her blood soaking through her shirt.
NEO: Oh no, no, no.
Long shafts of metal are driven through her body like needles pinning a butterfly in place.
TRINITY: It's all right, Neo. It's time. I've done what I can do. Now you have to do the rest.
NEO: No.
TRINITY: You have to. You have to finish it. You have to save Zion.
NEO: I can't...not without you.
TRINITY: You can. You will. I believe it. I always have.
Tears leak from his bandages.
NEO: Trinity, you can't die. You can't!
TRINITY: Yes, I can. You brought me back once. But not this time.
He doesn't want to believe it.
TRINITY: Do you remember on that roof, after you caught me? The last thing I said to you?
NEO: You said, I'm sorry.
TRINITY: I wish I hadn't. That was my last thought. I wished that I had one more chance to say what mattered...
He feels her tears on his fingertips.
TRINITY: To say how much I loved you, how grateful I was for every moment I was with you, but by the time I knew how to say what I wanted, it was too late.
She smiles.
TRINITY: But you brought me back. You gave me my wish; one more chance. To say what I really wanted to say...
For the last time she reaches up and touches his face.
TRINITY: Kiss me...once more...kiss me...
He lowers his lips to hers and it ends as it began--
With a kiss.
He feels her last breath on his lips and he weeps, holding the hand that can no longer hold him back.
Saturday, July 6, 2013
Week 1
So, just like that...Week 1 has flashed by so quickly. Unknowingly and amazingly attached for a week. Everyone in class knows about it already and we've walked around holding hands openly. I've come to know her better but I know that there are still so many ways to grow closer together. Ah! Well, it's after all only a week.
Love Meter: 10/10
Days Met: 6/7
Objective Progress: Normalized Holding Hands
A good week, all in all.
Love Meter: 10/10
Days Met: 6/7
Objective Progress: Normalized Holding Hands
A good week, all in all.
Tuesday, July 2, 2013
Love Lesson #1 - What Do You Want?
I decided that since it wouldn't hurt at all, I'd start a new series called Love Lessons. It's all thanks to a classmate who asked me to return a favour by teaching him to woo girls. I took a look at him and quickly evaluated his assets: He's tall, dark and handsome. Has a way with words that could take a girl's heart away. Is a magician with many tricks up his sleeve. All in all a very stable guy who's a wonderful friend. And....he wants ME to teach HIM how to woo girls...
I realize that maybe I shouldn't teach him about, you know, the actual stuff, but the understanding part, something like a brand of love. However, I didn't also want him to simply adopt my standards without understanding them, thus the Love Lessons were born.
So, What Do You Want??
No, What Do You Really Want??
Don't answer that just yet. We're talking about your expectations for your love-life. To best answer this question, just take a seat during some free time, get a clean sheet of paper and a pen. Then, list out the characteristics your ideal girlfriend would possess. Think about it long and hard. Be brutally honest with yourself. Some guys like tomboys. Some girls like guys who aren't macho. It isn't a crime. You've got to know exactly what you want if you don't want to disappoint yourself after choosing someone.
Why this exercise? It's for you to be entirely sure of your expectations. Why? So that when you decide to go after someone, you will know that they are entirely "your cup of tea" or, in other words, they are able to live up to your expectations.
Remember, honesty is the best policy. Do not overstate or understate your expectations of your love partner. Both of these are equally dangerous.
I realize that maybe I shouldn't teach him about, you know, the actual stuff, but the understanding part, something like a brand of love. However, I didn't also want him to simply adopt my standards without understanding them, thus the Love Lessons were born.
So, What Do You Want??
No, What Do You Really Want??
Don't answer that just yet. We're talking about your expectations for your love-life. To best answer this question, just take a seat during some free time, get a clean sheet of paper and a pen. Then, list out the characteristics your ideal girlfriend would possess. Think about it long and hard. Be brutally honest with yourself. Some guys like tomboys. Some girls like guys who aren't macho. It isn't a crime. You've got to know exactly what you want if you don't want to disappoint yourself after choosing someone.
Why this exercise? It's for you to be entirely sure of your expectations. Why? So that when you decide to go after someone, you will know that they are entirely "your cup of tea" or, in other words, they are able to live up to your expectations.
Remember, honesty is the best policy. Do not overstate or understate your expectations of your love partner. Both of these are equally dangerous.
Monday, July 1, 2013
Monday, 1 July, 2013 (2209 hours)
Monday, 1 July, 2013 (2209 hours)
Today was an amazing day, living life like never before. I love you so much, you wouldn't believe what you mean to me. What do I love about you? I love your company, I love your smile, the way your skin moves against mine and the smell of jasmines around you. Do I sound like a love-sick fool? Yes, but I don't care, you're with me and nothing matters anymore.
Today was an amazing day, living life like never before. I love you so much, you wouldn't believe what you mean to me. What do I love about you? I love your company, I love your smile, the way your skin moves against mine and the smell of jasmines around you. Do I sound like a love-sick fool? Yes, but I don't care, you're with me and nothing matters anymore.
Kimberley Chen - Love You (Mission 1)
我閉上眼睛 貼著你心跳呼吸
I close my eyes stay close to your heartbeat, and breathe
而此刻地球 只剩我們而已
After all, all that's left on this world is us
你微笑的唇型 總勾著我的心
The way you smile, always attracts my heart
每一秒初吻 我每一秒都想要吻你
Every second a new kiss, and every second I want to kiss you
就這樣 愛你愛你愛你 隨時都要一起
As it is, I love you, love you, love you, all the time, I want to be with you
我喜歡 愛你外套味道 還有你的懷裡
I like--love the scent of your coat, and your embrace
把我們 衣服鈕扣互扣 那就不用分離
If we tied the buttons of your shirts together, we wouldn't separate
美好愛情 我就愛這樣貼近 因為你
a beautiful romances, I just love this kind intimacy, because of you.
有時沒生氣 故意鬧脾氣
Sometimes you're not mad, but get mad on purpose
你的緊張在意 讓我覺得安心
Your nervous care makes me feel at ease,
從你某個角度 我總看見自己
Looking at you from a certain angle, I always see myself
到底你懂我 或其實我本來就像你
And finally, you understand me, or it's that I'm just like you
就這樣 愛你愛你愛你 隨時都要一起
As it is, I love you, love you, love you, all the time, I want to be with you
我喜歡 愛你外套味道 還有你的懷裡
I like--love the scent of your coat, and your embrace
把我們 衣服鈕扣互扣 那就不用分離
If we tied the buttons of your shirts together, we wouldn't separate
美好愛情 我就愛這樣貼近 因為你
a beautiful romances, I just love this kind intimacy, because of you.
想變成你的氧氣 溜進你身體裡
I want to become your oxygen, travel throughout your body
好好看看在你心裡
And take a good look at your heart
你有多麼寶貝 我愛你
You're so precious to me, I love you
就這樣 愛你愛你愛你 隨時都要一起
As it is, I love you, love you, love you, all the time, I want to be with you
我喜歡 愛你外套味道 還有你的懷裡
I like--love the scent of your coat, and your embrace
把我們 衣服鈕扣互扣 那就不用分離
If we tied the buttons of your shirts together, we wouldn't separate
美好愛情 我就愛這樣貼近 因為你
a beautiful romances, I just love this kind intimacy, because of you.
我們愛情 會一直沒有距離 最美麗
Our romance, can always never be apart, it's the most beautiful of romances
I close my eyes stay close to your heartbeat, and breathe
而此刻地球 只剩我們而已
After all, all that's left on this world is us
你微笑的唇型 總勾著我的心
The way you smile, always attracts my heart
每一秒初吻 我每一秒都想要吻你
Every second a new kiss, and every second I want to kiss you
就這樣 愛你愛你愛你 隨時都要一起
As it is, I love you, love you, love you, all the time, I want to be with you
我喜歡 愛你外套味道 還有你的懷裡
I like--love the scent of your coat, and your embrace
把我們 衣服鈕扣互扣 那就不用分離
If we tied the buttons of your shirts together, we wouldn't separate
美好愛情 我就愛這樣貼近 因為你
a beautiful romances, I just love this kind intimacy, because of you.
有時沒生氣 故意鬧脾氣
Sometimes you're not mad, but get mad on purpose
你的緊張在意 讓我覺得安心
Your nervous care makes me feel at ease,
從你某個角度 我總看見自己
Looking at you from a certain angle, I always see myself
到底你懂我 或其實我本來就像你
And finally, you understand me, or it's that I'm just like you
就這樣 愛你愛你愛你 隨時都要一起
As it is, I love you, love you, love you, all the time, I want to be with you
我喜歡 愛你外套味道 還有你的懷裡
I like--love the scent of your coat, and your embrace
把我們 衣服鈕扣互扣 那就不用分離
If we tied the buttons of your shirts together, we wouldn't separate
美好愛情 我就愛這樣貼近 因為你
a beautiful romances, I just love this kind intimacy, because of you.
想變成你的氧氣 溜進你身體裡
I want to become your oxygen, travel throughout your body
好好看看在你心裡
And take a good look at your heart
你有多麼寶貝 我愛你
You're so precious to me, I love you
就這樣 愛你愛你愛你 隨時都要一起
As it is, I love you, love you, love you, all the time, I want to be with you
我喜歡 愛你外套味道 還有你的懷裡
I like--love the scent of your coat, and your embrace
把我們 衣服鈕扣互扣 那就不用分離
If we tied the buttons of your shirts together, we wouldn't separate
美好愛情 我就愛這樣貼近 因為你
a beautiful romances, I just love this kind intimacy, because of you.
我們愛情 會一直沒有距離 最美麗
Our romance, can always never be apart, it's the most beautiful of romances
Sunday, June 30, 2013
Wednesday, June 26, 2013
Untitled (Strangers)
He stared out the window at the cityscape, reflecting on the present, just like they taught him to do. Despite their intermittent absences, like so many bursts of static, he could still remember much of their teachings. He had especially loved the Brood Ma, whom he had loved as he loved his mother, and could hear her comforting voice echoing in the subconscious.
"The past, the present, the future. So many things to look at, so many things to play with, yet, great temptations are not withheld from us." That cryptic way she always spoke in... "The past, like a great shoot, has already hardened behind us, tough and unbending, we may only observe in silence and learn the way of the tree. The future, so wispy, so undefined, so...not-there. That is what we see with great fear, unknowing and ignorant, like an embryo unsure of the world outside the womb. We may bend it, but carefully, lest it springs away like a faerie idiot. But, ah, the present! IT beckons, IT calls, IT begs us to do, to be, something NOW. NOW! NOW! NOW! it calls, like an imbecilic cockatoo. Being the One That Must Be, we must learn to be omnipresent, omniscient and omnipotent...which must all be done NOW! To be everywhere is easy, but to be everywhere AT ONCE is difficult. That is the magic of the Present."
He watched and watched the greyness of the haze, thinking on the appropriateness of the weather in accordance with the heaving feeling of his soul. He felt emo. That was what they called it, those adolescents. It could be explained. He was not at a crossroads, where one feels like being quartered. He was simply in a barren wilderness, knowing that he had left a town back there from whence he came and knowing that he was heading towards another town. But where and when was beyond comprehension. They told him to head due south-west for three days, but he had already walked in that direction for thirty days and hadn't found any town, or ruins for that matter. Where on Earth was he?
He had left his friends behind and had hoped to find more where he was going. But he found himself a Stranger in a Strange Land.
"The past, the present, the future. So many things to look at, so many things to play with, yet, great temptations are not withheld from us." That cryptic way she always spoke in... "The past, like a great shoot, has already hardened behind us, tough and unbending, we may only observe in silence and learn the way of the tree. The future, so wispy, so undefined, so...not-there. That is what we see with great fear, unknowing and ignorant, like an embryo unsure of the world outside the womb. We may bend it, but carefully, lest it springs away like a faerie idiot. But, ah, the present! IT beckons, IT calls, IT begs us to do, to be, something NOW. NOW! NOW! NOW! it calls, like an imbecilic cockatoo. Being the One That Must Be, we must learn to be omnipresent, omniscient and omnipotent...which must all be done NOW! To be everywhere is easy, but to be everywhere AT ONCE is difficult. That is the magic of the Present."
He watched and watched the greyness of the haze, thinking on the appropriateness of the weather in accordance with the heaving feeling of his soul. He felt emo. That was what they called it, those adolescents. It could be explained. He was not at a crossroads, where one feels like being quartered. He was simply in a barren wilderness, knowing that he had left a town back there from whence he came and knowing that he was heading towards another town. But where and when was beyond comprehension. They told him to head due south-west for three days, but he had already walked in that direction for thirty days and hadn't found any town, or ruins for that matter. Where on Earth was he?
He had left his friends behind and had hoped to find more where he was going. But he found himself a Stranger in a Strange Land.
Thursday, June 13, 2013
Quirky Times
So, life's getting really funny.
I find myself sitting in a discussion room in a library with four girls I've only known for five and a half weeks and I find myself teaching them English using C.S. Lewis' 'The Magician's Nephew' as a text.
I find myself sitting next to a girl I like in a jolting bus to nowhere, as far as I'm concerned, but I don't dare to utter a single word and neither does she. Instead, we just look out the same window, but for all it looks like, we could be worlds apart, and probably are.
I find myself being custodian of a class who cannot speak my language and whose language I cannot speak. I am another Valentine Michael Smith, unable to grok, but attempting to learn to do so. As a stranger in a strange land, is it possible for me to grok my new water-brothers and is it possible for them to grok me?
I find myself telling a new friend about things that I have never shared with anyone else. Is it something good?
I find myself wondering at times what to do, yet remain a beacon of strength for others. A Dilemma.
Zai Jian.
I find myself sitting in a discussion room in a library with four girls I've only known for five and a half weeks and I find myself teaching them English using C.S. Lewis' 'The Magician's Nephew' as a text.
I find myself sitting next to a girl I like in a jolting bus to nowhere, as far as I'm concerned, but I don't dare to utter a single word and neither does she. Instead, we just look out the same window, but for all it looks like, we could be worlds apart, and probably are.
I find myself being custodian of a class who cannot speak my language and whose language I cannot speak. I am another Valentine Michael Smith, unable to grok, but attempting to learn to do so. As a stranger in a strange land, is it possible for me to grok my new water-brothers and is it possible for them to grok me?
I find myself telling a new friend about things that I have never shared with anyone else. Is it something good?
I find myself wondering at times what to do, yet remain a beacon of strength for others. A Dilemma.
Zai Jian.
Thursday, June 6, 2013
Hellooo...
Gosh, it's been such a long time since my last post...
Just dropping in to update my blog real quick.
1. Targets come and targets go. I know what I said before, but I reserve the right to switch targets as and when I decide to do so. So, yeah, there's this other girl. But it's not confirmed. So, I'm just waiting to see how the cookie crumbles. But I'd really appreciate it if others stop talking about us as an item. It's not real just yet. And it really isn't their business either. But I don't know how to tell them that without hurting their feelings, so I'm happy to just let them go on talking and giggling. Another thing is how to confess to her. I wonder if I'm rushing it too much. I've only known her for, what, a month? Isn't that a little too fast?
2. College. It's quite good and much better than expected. I'm picking up Mandarin...just a little, so I can converse. It's hard being Class Rep and not knowing what people in your class are saying.
3. Emotional Trend. Right now, I have a bad feeling that I'm on the up and up, but the great downfall is just round the corner...there's starting to be an emotional vacuum inside that slowly growing...it's going to burst soon.
4. Settling down into a routine that's quite tiring...about 8 hours a day in college.
Any advice on that first issue up there will be much appreciated. Just comment if you've anything to say.
Thanks,
Until Next Time (Which Might Be Quite Far In The Future)
Just dropping in to update my blog real quick.
1. Targets come and targets go. I know what I said before, but I reserve the right to switch targets as and when I decide to do so. So, yeah, there's this other girl. But it's not confirmed. So, I'm just waiting to see how the cookie crumbles. But I'd really appreciate it if others stop talking about us as an item. It's not real just yet. And it really isn't their business either. But I don't know how to tell them that without hurting their feelings, so I'm happy to just let them go on talking and giggling. Another thing is how to confess to her. I wonder if I'm rushing it too much. I've only known her for, what, a month? Isn't that a little too fast?
2. College. It's quite good and much better than expected. I'm picking up Mandarin...just a little, so I can converse. It's hard being Class Rep and not knowing what people in your class are saying.
3. Emotional Trend. Right now, I have a bad feeling that I'm on the up and up, but the great downfall is just round the corner...there's starting to be an emotional vacuum inside that slowly growing...it's going to burst soon.
4. Settling down into a routine that's quite tiring...about 8 hours a day in college.
Any advice on that first issue up there will be much appreciated. Just comment if you've anything to say.
Thanks,
Until Next Time (Which Might Be Quite Far In The Future)
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Day 2
Found still more MBSSians in TARC. Had to get rid of them too before cover is blown. That huge longkang is really getting too tight. Thanks to the heavy rains this season, they can be easily washed down. Soon, they'll be taking a dip in the Malaccan Straits. Even with my Vulcan Mind Pinch techniques, these MBSSians are popping up faster than baby rabbits when papa rabbit and mama rabbit are getting it on at home.
Met an acquaintance from CBN. I don't think she needs to disappear yet because she seems to believe my story. Also met another troller from Kota Kinabalu. He told everyone he was sixteen. He's actually nineteen...or at least that's what he tells me. The force is strong within this one.
Society Day was kinda boring. The Debate Club seems to be a fledgling society. I'll have to take a look at my timetable before deciding which society to dominate first.
Met an acquaintance from CBN. I don't think she needs to disappear yet because she seems to believe my story. Also met another troller from Kota Kinabalu. He told everyone he was sixteen. He's actually nineteen...or at least that's what he tells me. The force is strong within this one.
Society Day was kinda boring. The Debate Club seems to be a fledgling society. I'll have to take a look at my timetable before deciding which society to dominate first.
Monday, April 29, 2013
DAY 1
I have successfully infiltrated the TARCian community posing as a British-Chinese. My cover story: My dad is an ambassador from Britain to Malaysia and got married to a Malaysian Chinese. They ate it up and asked for more. Sustaining a Cockney accent for 5 hours straight isn't easy; I'll have to practice some more.
Unfortunately, my cover was almost blown when I realized that an ex-classmate from MBSSKL had followed me to TARC. He's also in Accounting but I took steps to ensure his silence. Dead men tell no tales.
So far, nothing interesting to report, but I'm sure that those people speaking on stage are part of the Global Boredom Conspiracy Plan to murder all students slowly but surely through boredom. They nearly killed me today, but with expert use of my Samsung Galaxy Anti-Boredom Device, I managed to pull through it.
Within days, I plan to hook up with some of the more enlightened students to commence my mission, id est, to establish the TARCian Front Against Boredom (TARC FAB).
Wish me luck, folks.
Unfortunately, my cover was almost blown when I realized that an ex-classmate from MBSSKL had followed me to TARC. He's also in Accounting but I took steps to ensure his silence. Dead men tell no tales.
So far, nothing interesting to report, but I'm sure that those people speaking on stage are part of the Global Boredom Conspiracy Plan to murder all students slowly but surely through boredom. They nearly killed me today, but with expert use of my Samsung Galaxy Anti-Boredom Device, I managed to pull through it.
Within days, I plan to hook up with some of the more enlightened students to commence my mission, id est, to establish the TARCian Front Against Boredom (TARC FAB).
Wish me luck, folks.
Saturday, April 27, 2013
Life Goes On, It Gets So Heavy
In about thirty-eight hours, I shall be commencing my College Life, words which must begin with uppercase letters. They hold all the hopes and dreams for the next four years of a bespectacled, nerdy Chinese boy, sorely out of place in this world. It is very likely that said hopes and dreams will simply crash and burn. I'm not being pessimistic (I'm never pessimistic), I'm being realistic. Someone I love once told me that her dreams were to excel in her studies; I suppose I'll have to echo her here and more besides. I don't want to find anyone special. I don't want to make many friends. In my humble opinion, I have as many friends as I could possibly want and as many as I could possibly retain. I just want to get this over with.
Monday, April 22, 2013
Moral Review: Anna Karenina
Having won the 2013 TV Connect Industry Awards Best Live Online TV Service or Solution, HyppTV, the TV Service provided by UniFi has given away 10 Video on Demand movies to all their customers from the 18th till the 24th of April. Being, after all, raised as a Chinese by Chinese, it is impossible to resist taking advantage of this freebie. Accordingly, we chose to watch the 2012 Anna Karenina film, directed by Joe Wright and adapted by Tom Stoppard from Leo Tolstoy's 1877 novel.
Similar to other movie reviews, this post will most definitely have SPOILERS!! Fair warning given.
I'd rather not write a lot about the plot here, so if you are dying to know the synopsis, go read it here:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anna_Karenina_(2012_film)
or read about other more mundane details of the film here:
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1781769/?ref_=sr_1
But let me proceed to the actual review. Leo Tolstoy, being Leo Tolstoy, cannot stop at writing something that is only full of thrilling adventure, but, like Charles Dickens, must have some moral debate in his story.
In the case of Anna Karenina, the moral debate surfaces when she starts an affair with a young, dashing cavalry officer named Count Alexi Vronsky. Although married to Alexei Karenin, who is about 20 years older than her, Anna is unhappy with the marriage due to the fact that Karenin is a workaholic and seems to be a cold and distant person. The question then is this: Is adultery necessarily evil? In this case, can it be right, seeing as there is no love between Anna and Karenin, especially since the love between Anna and Vronsky is a pure love?
Eventually, Anna leaves Karenin, while both parties refuse to get a divorce due to various reasons such as child custody (yes, Anna and Karenin has a son named Seryozha) (Anna will lose custody of Seryozha if she is divorced), and lives with Vronsky. This leads to her being ostracized by society. This then becomes another question: What is the role of society in the life of the individual? Is society meant to lend boundaries to individuals or are individuals the ones who shape society? If an individual, such as Anna, wishes to do something out of the norm, does society have any say in it? These are all thought-provoking questions that may one day urge me to write further.
At the same time, Leo Tolstoy also has a subplot within the novel wherein a wealthy land-owner named Konstatin Dimitrivich Levin proposes to, but is refused by, a girl named Katerina "Kitty" Alexandrovna Shcherbatsky, who, at the time, was being wooed by Vronsky, whom she would rather marry. Obviously, Vronsky drops Kitty in favour of Anna, leaving Kitty heartbroken. After some time, Levin decides to propose to Kitty once again, and this time they get married. It's a happily-ever-after affair. However, the story on this end develops even more. Kitty was previously somewhat of a spoilt child, for want of a better phrase, and when Levin bring her back to his country home, he realizes that she might be disgusted by the other inhabitants, id est, Levin's dying alcoholic brother and his wife, who was formerly a prostitute (at the time, high society would not associate themselves with such people; such things are just not done in Pre-Soviet Russia). To Levin's everlasting surprise, Kitty accepts everything and even begins to take care of Levin's brother...and all this just when we thought the story simply couldn't get more touching.
But this does show us some parallels between the Anna-Karenin couple and the Levin-Kitty couple. The unhappy marriage between Anna and Karenin may be due to the fact that it was possibly a marriage fueled by political ambitions and not love while the love between Levin and Kitty prompts them to sacrifice something or other for one another. However, while love seems to be the main idea in this novel, it seems that the problem lies with society. Once again, without society to dictate the norm, Kitty can cast away former illusions of nobility and can associate with people deemed to be several classes below her.
The end idea is this: Are we to allow society to dictate our actions and thoughts? Is there to be no individuality? Recently, there was the brouhaha which precipitated over the Alvin and Vivian sexblog. In essence, it's the same idea. Why should there be such a boundary which disallows individuals to express themselves especially when there isn't a tangible harm that is caused? On another level, why do so many people wish to impose their own morals on others?
Morals should be on an individual basis. If you have morals, keep them. If you have principles, keep them. But, for the love of 9gags, don't try to be holier-than-thou and impose your morals on the people around you.
P.S. I do enjoy using the word 'brouhaha'. It's amusing.
P.P.S. Immediately after posting this article, I continued reading Heinlein's novel, Stranger In A Strange Land (it's a wonderful book, by the way. You should read it some time.) and I found some dialogue there that was exactly what I'm trying to say.
I quote:
"Please, Jubal. He's got to learn how to behave. I'm trying so hard to train him."
"Hmmph! You're trying to force on him your own narrow-minded, middle class, Blible Belt morality. Don't think I haven't been watching."
"I have not! I haven't concerned myself with his morals; I've simply been teaching him necessary customs."
"Customs, morals - is there a difference? Woman, do you realize what you are doing? Here, by the grace of God and an inside straight, we have a personality untouched by the psychotic taboos of our tribe, - and you want to turn him into a carbon copy of every fourth-rate conformist in this frightened land! Why don't you go whole hog? Get him a brief case and make him carry it wherever he goes - make him feel shame if he doesn't have it."
"I'm not doing anything of the sort! I'm just trying to keep him out of trouble. It's for his own good."
Jubal snorted. "That's the excuse they gave the tomcat just before his operation."
Thought-provoking, no?
Similar to other movie reviews, this post will most definitely have SPOILERS!! Fair warning given.
I'd rather not write a lot about the plot here, so if you are dying to know the synopsis, go read it here:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anna_Karenina_(2012_film)
or read about other more mundane details of the film here:
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1781769/?ref_=sr_1
But let me proceed to the actual review. Leo Tolstoy, being Leo Tolstoy, cannot stop at writing something that is only full of thrilling adventure, but, like Charles Dickens, must have some moral debate in his story.
In the case of Anna Karenina, the moral debate surfaces when she starts an affair with a young, dashing cavalry officer named Count Alexi Vronsky. Although married to Alexei Karenin, who is about 20 years older than her, Anna is unhappy with the marriage due to the fact that Karenin is a workaholic and seems to be a cold and distant person. The question then is this: Is adultery necessarily evil? In this case, can it be right, seeing as there is no love between Anna and Karenin, especially since the love between Anna and Vronsky is a pure love?
Eventually, Anna leaves Karenin, while both parties refuse to get a divorce due to various reasons such as child custody (yes, Anna and Karenin has a son named Seryozha) (Anna will lose custody of Seryozha if she is divorced), and lives with Vronsky. This leads to her being ostracized by society. This then becomes another question: What is the role of society in the life of the individual? Is society meant to lend boundaries to individuals or are individuals the ones who shape society? If an individual, such as Anna, wishes to do something out of the norm, does society have any say in it? These are all thought-provoking questions that may one day urge me to write further.
At the same time, Leo Tolstoy also has a subplot within the novel wherein a wealthy land-owner named Konstatin Dimitrivich Levin proposes to, but is refused by, a girl named Katerina "Kitty" Alexandrovna Shcherbatsky, who, at the time, was being wooed by Vronsky, whom she would rather marry. Obviously, Vronsky drops Kitty in favour of Anna, leaving Kitty heartbroken. After some time, Levin decides to propose to Kitty once again, and this time they get married. It's a happily-ever-after affair. However, the story on this end develops even more. Kitty was previously somewhat of a spoilt child, for want of a better phrase, and when Levin bring her back to his country home, he realizes that she might be disgusted by the other inhabitants, id est, Levin's dying alcoholic brother and his wife, who was formerly a prostitute (at the time, high society would not associate themselves with such people; such things are just not done in Pre-Soviet Russia). To Levin's everlasting surprise, Kitty accepts everything and even begins to take care of Levin's brother...and all this just when we thought the story simply couldn't get more touching.
But this does show us some parallels between the Anna-Karenin couple and the Levin-Kitty couple. The unhappy marriage between Anna and Karenin may be due to the fact that it was possibly a marriage fueled by political ambitions and not love while the love between Levin and Kitty prompts them to sacrifice something or other for one another. However, while love seems to be the main idea in this novel, it seems that the problem lies with society. Once again, without society to dictate the norm, Kitty can cast away former illusions of nobility and can associate with people deemed to be several classes below her.
The end idea is this: Are we to allow society to dictate our actions and thoughts? Is there to be no individuality? Recently, there was the brouhaha which precipitated over the Alvin and Vivian sexblog. In essence, it's the same idea. Why should there be such a boundary which disallows individuals to express themselves especially when there isn't a tangible harm that is caused? On another level, why do so many people wish to impose their own morals on others?
Morals should be on an individual basis. If you have morals, keep them. If you have principles, keep them. But, for the love of 9gags, don't try to be holier-than-thou and impose your morals on the people around you.
P.S. I do enjoy using the word 'brouhaha'. It's amusing.
P.P.S. Immediately after posting this article, I continued reading Heinlein's novel, Stranger In A Strange Land (it's a wonderful book, by the way. You should read it some time.) and I found some dialogue there that was exactly what I'm trying to say.
I quote:
"Please, Jubal. He's got to learn how to behave. I'm trying so hard to train him."
"Hmmph! You're trying to force on him your own narrow-minded, middle class, Blible Belt morality. Don't think I haven't been watching."
"I have not! I haven't concerned myself with his morals; I've simply been teaching him necessary customs."
"Customs, morals - is there a difference? Woman, do you realize what you are doing? Here, by the grace of God and an inside straight, we have a personality untouched by the psychotic taboos of our tribe, - and you want to turn him into a carbon copy of every fourth-rate conformist in this frightened land! Why don't you go whole hog? Get him a brief case and make him carry it wherever he goes - make him feel shame if he doesn't have it."
"I'm not doing anything of the sort! I'm just trying to keep him out of trouble. It's for his own good."
Jubal snorted. "That's the excuse they gave the tomcat just before his operation."
Thought-provoking, no?
Thursday, April 18, 2013
My Brand of Love (Cont.)
After a day of further thought and the ordering thereof, I have decided to add five more premises to my earlier thesis.
Premise 4: Love is selfless.
Love requires commitment and sacrifice especially on your part. Personally, I have only one thing to say about this: I can give up anything that stands in the way of my relationship but I will not demand the same thing of another. This is the selflessness I demand of myself, but not from anyone else.
Premise 5: Love is blind.
Forgive and forget. Frankly, just do it. If you cannot forgive your partner right now, you won't be able to live with him/her for the rest of your life. Are you dead? No? Then it doesn't matter. If what she did didn't kill you, it's alright. If what she did killed you, it wouldn't matter anyway and besides, she already wouldn't be able to forgive herself. Why add to her burden? Your objective here is to love her and make her feel cared for.
Premise 6: Love is fresh.
Also known as love is a many-splendored thing. Wake up everyday thinking of how to treat your partner better. Be innovative in love. Go to bed wondering if you made her feel bad anytime today and how to avoid it the next time. Love should be a fresh and delectable dish. Caesar's salad, if you will.
Premise 7: Love must achieve happiness.
All's well that end's well. If you don't feel happy, drop the relationship. A relationship without happiness is not a joy but a bondage. If you do feel happy, make sure that your partner is happy too. Happiness must be shared, bringing the relationship closer and closer as time goes by.
Having said that, however...
Premise 8: Love is a journey.
Enjoy yourself on this journey. If you're only looking at your girlfriend with the sole intention to make her your wife, readjust your priorities. If you don't, you're going to wake up on the morning after your marriage and not love her the same way anymore. This is an extremely common happening, leading to all those jokes about how partners treat each other differently after the marriage, wherein the guy no longer holds the door open for the girl, and wherein the girl often grouse at the guy. If you don't enjoy the journey, you're bound to not enjoy the end.
Premise 4: Love is selfless.
Love requires commitment and sacrifice especially on your part. Personally, I have only one thing to say about this: I can give up anything that stands in the way of my relationship but I will not demand the same thing of another. This is the selflessness I demand of myself, but not from anyone else.
Premise 5: Love is blind.
Forgive and forget. Frankly, just do it. If you cannot forgive your partner right now, you won't be able to live with him/her for the rest of your life. Are you dead? No? Then it doesn't matter. If what she did didn't kill you, it's alright. If what she did killed you, it wouldn't matter anyway and besides, she already wouldn't be able to forgive herself. Why add to her burden? Your objective here is to love her and make her feel cared for.
Premise 6: Love is fresh.
Also known as love is a many-splendored thing. Wake up everyday thinking of how to treat your partner better. Be innovative in love. Go to bed wondering if you made her feel bad anytime today and how to avoid it the next time. Love should be a fresh and delectable dish. Caesar's salad, if you will.
Premise 7: Love must achieve happiness.
All's well that end's well. If you don't feel happy, drop the relationship. A relationship without happiness is not a joy but a bondage. If you do feel happy, make sure that your partner is happy too. Happiness must be shared, bringing the relationship closer and closer as time goes by.
Having said that, however...
Premise 8: Love is a journey.
Enjoy yourself on this journey. If you're only looking at your girlfriend with the sole intention to make her your wife, readjust your priorities. If you don't, you're going to wake up on the morning after your marriage and not love her the same way anymore. This is an extremely common happening, leading to all those jokes about how partners treat each other differently after the marriage, wherein the guy no longer holds the door open for the girl, and wherein the girl often grouse at the guy. If you don't enjoy the journey, you're bound to not enjoy the end.
Wednesday, April 17, 2013
My Brand of Love
(Author's Note: Even though I told my
machi that I'll be sleeping now, I have revised that decision into
the start of this post because I also told her that I wouldn't
procrastinate. After a little thought and a exclaimation of “Ah,
what the hell,” which shocked my mother, I have decided to dedicate
this post to her since she has been a motivation without whom this
post might never have been written. Also, her birthday is approaching
this Saturday and I wish to present at least this sorry excuse for a
birthday gift. May this give her some conception of love.)
Premise 1: Love is a choice.
It isn't just an emotion, where your
heart beats fast and your palms get sweaty and you try not to make
yourself look stupid in front of the person you like. That's not
love. In fact, as the relationship progresses, you'll notice that all
these symptoms can no longer be found. Love has nothing to do with
any of these. Love is a choice. When you love someone, you have to
make a conscious decision to actually care for the person. With most
people, this comes as a longing to protect the objects of their love
as a subconscious choice. But this choice should be a fully conscious
one if it is to last. The problem with subconscious choices are that
they do not hold much priority in the minds of people. As soon as
there is something else to take front stage, the “love” often
ends up neglected. To avoid this, love ought to be a conscious choice
holding great priority in the decision making calculus.
Premise 2: Love has three facets: Head,
Heart and Hands.
There are three different ways to care
for the person you love. Firstly, by thinking. There must always be a
calculated cost to every action and the person you love is always a
stakeholder in anything you do. Ask several questions whenever you
have to make a tough decision between your loved one and something
else. “Will my partner be hurt?” “Does my partner approve of
it?” “Can I afford to lose my partner as a cost of this
decision?” This will enable you to appropriately priorities your
longings.
The second facet is the heart. Love
must always be a product of the heart. There must be an eternal and
ever-present desire to care for the object of your love. Never shirk
from putting your own life in danger for the protection of the one
you love. Whenever people say that their love has grown cold, it is
actually a symptom of not loving with their hearts. They have stopped
caring for their partner and therefore stopped loving.
The third facet is the hands. Every
single day should produce an action that shows your care for your
partner. Always remind yourself that you could lose your partner in
the blink of an eye. The song, “If Tomorrow Never Comes” captures
this idea expressively. If tomorrow never comes will she actually
know how much you love him/her through your actions?
Premise 3: Falling in love has nothing
to do with love.
When a person says, “I fell in love
with her,” it bodes no good. Falling in love is known as
infatuation and is simply your emotions welling up without any formal
attachment. This is pointless and actually quite useless, as all
crushes are. They fade away after some period of time especially if
the object of the infatuation is not present. Infatuations are
dangerous and can cause unwarranted longing for something that will
backfire shortly especially since they are created by either a
physical aspect or a characteristic of the object of the infatuation.
If a marriage is predicated on this, it will end quickly and
violently in a divorce leaving both parties wondering cliches like,
“where did the love go?” when in fact there was no love to begin
with, just your sexual drive talking.
Sunday, April 14, 2013
1st UNITEN Debate Open 2013
At a glance, the only thing I can say is this: "It was definitely a good run."
With especial mention of my teammates, Laaviny and Levinthran, I enjoyed the company of the entire Yo Mama clique. We went out there and we owned. We showed the world how it was supposed to be done. And although I didn't walk away with any medals or trophies, I walked away with somethings much better than those. I walked away with experience. I walked away with new found friends. I walked away with new machis. I walked away knowing that there are some more people out there who cares for me and whom I can care for.
This is the reason for debate: To come together and, with stimulated minds, to have discourse. What better people to have discourse with than with friends? In another angle, what better to do with people who understands you than to befriend them?
On a more tangible note, my team, known as Yo Mama So Fat, made it all the way to the Quarterfinals. It is one of my achievements I can proudly claim. I also found a new ability: The ability to incorporate humour in my speeches, something that I have lacked since the beginning and something that I believe will help me in future.
That's it, folks!
With especial mention of my teammates, Laaviny and Levinthran, I enjoyed the company of the entire Yo Mama clique. We went out there and we owned. We showed the world how it was supposed to be done. And although I didn't walk away with any medals or trophies, I walked away with somethings much better than those. I walked away with experience. I walked away with new found friends. I walked away with new machis. I walked away knowing that there are some more people out there who cares for me and whom I can care for.
This is the reason for debate: To come together and, with stimulated minds, to have discourse. What better people to have discourse with than with friends? In another angle, what better to do with people who understands you than to befriend them?
On a more tangible note, my team, known as Yo Mama So Fat, made it all the way to the Quarterfinals. It is one of my achievements I can proudly claim. I also found a new ability: The ability to incorporate humour in my speeches, something that I have lacked since the beginning and something that I believe will help me in future.
That's it, folks!
Thursday, April 4, 2013
Self-pity
I never saw a wild thing
sorry for itself.
A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough
without ever having felt sorry for itself.
~David Herbert Lawrence~
Self-pity is dangerous. I have been through so many problems worried, distressed and broken until I came across this poem. One should never feel sorry for oneself. Whatever happens simply happens. Just face it. Even if you die while facing that problem, don't ever feel sorry for yourself.
Just do it.
Wednesday, April 3, 2013
Dead Friendship
Time passes so fast and changes so much,
I knew you before, now I know you no more.
From crawling to walking to using a crutch,
From baby to soldier to jester to bore.
Dim and dark is the path of the ailing,
The only end to that road is the bier.
Friendship is good when the ship is smooth-sailing,
Friendship is better when rough seas are here.
Long it seems at the start of the tale,
All friends swear loyalty, love and cheer.
Soon after, the trail becomes only pale.
Before long, the end of the story is near.
Angels in heaven look down while weeping,
Demons abound where friendships lie dead.
Hearts that were heated now are sleeping,
Apathy is the name of their ice-cold bed.
I knew you before, now I know you no more.
From crawling to walking to using a crutch,
From baby to soldier to jester to bore.
Dim and dark is the path of the ailing,
The only end to that road is the bier.
Friendship is good when the ship is smooth-sailing,
Friendship is better when rough seas are here.
Long it seems at the start of the tale,
All friends swear loyalty, love and cheer.
Soon after, the trail becomes only pale.
Before long, the end of the story is near.
Angels in heaven look down while weeping,
Demons abound where friendships lie dead.
Hearts that were heated now are sleeping,
Apathy is the name of their ice-cold bed.
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
Highlights This Month
April 11, Thursday
There's going to be a piano recital in my church, Kuala Lumpur Baptist Church. I'm greatly interested except for the fact that it's going to be quite a pain in the neck considering the events of the following weekend.
April 12, Friday, through April 14, Sunday
Debate competition in UNITEN. I just found out that I will be placed in a team not of my own choosing. I'll be matched with Shaun and a girl I don't know from Catholic High. Just my luck. Apparently, she's Han Jien's crush...oh, this will be fun.
April 29, Monday
College term starts. This, too, will be fun.
April 30, Tuesday
Parliament will be automatically dissolved. Ho ho ho...so much fun.
Until Later, People.
There's going to be a piano recital in my church, Kuala Lumpur Baptist Church. I'm greatly interested except for the fact that it's going to be quite a pain in the neck considering the events of the following weekend.
April 12, Friday, through April 14, Sunday
Debate competition in UNITEN. I just found out that I will be placed in a team not of my own choosing. I'll be matched with Shaun and a girl I don't know from Catholic High. Just my luck. Apparently, she's Han Jien's crush...oh, this will be fun.
April 29, Monday
College term starts. This, too, will be fun.
April 30, Tuesday
Parliament will be automatically dissolved. Ho ho ho...so much fun.
Until Later, People.
Monday, April 1, 2013
Old Flames Have Died
Of all the accursed things that could have happened today, came the least expected one. It was only a moment ago, having just watched a random episode of some random Korean drama, when my phone started to vibrate. I picked it up and noted the caller as well as the fact that I had several new messages. I sincerely wanted to read the messages first, not because I was expected any important ones, nor was it because I had a stable line of communication at the moment with any of my targets. It was rather because I really did not want to talk to whoever it was who was calling me.
I took a deep breath and hardened my heart and....MUAHAHAHA...the call ended!!
I rejoiced and my heart leaped for joy.
Then she called again...
Sigh...
What was said in the conversation does not matter, but I can now reassess my feelings. I suppose it might not prove to be a bad thing in the long run, but I really didn't want to speak to her at all. I've buried everything...everything. I've buried the memories, the connections, the messages, the now meaningless words. I've even buried the hatchet, so to speak.
And I've buried them for good.
Now, when I play the songs I used to play for her, I no longer think of her.
Now, when I sing the songs I used to sing to her, I no longer dream of her.
Now, when I think about the past, I no longer dwell on the memories of her.
To me, she is truly dead and gone.
And for me, this so-called Summer, it is a new beginning.
In my heart, it is Spring, for I feel that I am ready to love again.
Wish me all the luck I can get, boys, I'll need it.
Until next time...
I took a deep breath and hardened my heart and....MUAHAHAHA...the call ended!!
I rejoiced and my heart leaped for joy.
Then she called again...
Sigh...
What was said in the conversation does not matter, but I can now reassess my feelings. I suppose it might not prove to be a bad thing in the long run, but I really didn't want to speak to her at all. I've buried everything...everything. I've buried the memories, the connections, the messages, the now meaningless words. I've even buried the hatchet, so to speak.
And I've buried them for good.
Now, when I play the songs I used to play for her, I no longer think of her.
Now, when I sing the songs I used to sing to her, I no longer dream of her.
Now, when I think about the past, I no longer dwell on the memories of her.
To me, she is truly dead and gone.
And for me, this so-called Summer, it is a new beginning.
In my heart, it is Spring, for I feel that I am ready to love again.
Wish me all the luck I can get, boys, I'll need it.
Until next time...
Sunday, March 31, 2013
Letters, The First
J, the wanderer of worlds,
To my sister in the spirit:
Grace and peace to you from God the Father and our Risen Lord Jesus Christ, whose resurrection we so ardently celebrate on this Easter Sunday.
Having set my heart upon caring for you, as God is my witness, my heart has too been broken by your own heartbreaks. As I have promised, I shall seek in these letters to show you my ideals and thought about the subject which you are confused by recently.
You have fallen out of love. This is normal. It is actually seldom that love can be sustained for so long by one so young as you and him. It is the fault of neither and the fault of both. As much as the older folks would like to say that love is not for the young, it is most often the young who do fall in love.
Perhaps I should first clarify what love is. Love is patient. Love is kind. Love does not envy but rejoices in the joys of others. Love does not boast but has humility. Love is not proud but is humble. Love does not dishonour others but instead honours all above yourself. Love is not self-seeking but instead seeks the profit of others. Love is not easily-angered and does not keep record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices in the truth. Love always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.
See to it that whenever you claim that you love someone...that your love is pure and that your love is exactly as stated above. Then, your heart will never be broken again.
I pray that you find happiness.
To my sister in the spirit:
Grace and peace to you from God the Father and our Risen Lord Jesus Christ, whose resurrection we so ardently celebrate on this Easter Sunday.
Having set my heart upon caring for you, as God is my witness, my heart has too been broken by your own heartbreaks. As I have promised, I shall seek in these letters to show you my ideals and thought about the subject which you are confused by recently.
You have fallen out of love. This is normal. It is actually seldom that love can be sustained for so long by one so young as you and him. It is the fault of neither and the fault of both. As much as the older folks would like to say that love is not for the young, it is most often the young who do fall in love.
Perhaps I should first clarify what love is. Love is patient. Love is kind. Love does not envy but rejoices in the joys of others. Love does not boast but has humility. Love is not proud but is humble. Love does not dishonour others but instead honours all above yourself. Love is not self-seeking but instead seeks the profit of others. Love is not easily-angered and does not keep record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices in the truth. Love always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.
See to it that whenever you claim that you love someone...that your love is pure and that your love is exactly as stated above. Then, your heart will never be broken again.
I pray that you find happiness.
Saturday, March 30, 2013
I Fell In Love With A Ninja
In a place full of knowledge and words, it seems only fitting that I, a lover of wisdom, should find all sorts of loves there. Usually, I would browse through all the works of literature that adorns the wooden shelves, which, to me, were gilded stands filled with the wonders of the pen.
But, today, my mission was entirely different. I was here to meet my friends, strangers in a strange land, walkers in the dark, wanderers of worlds, and drifters between dimensions. Of course, they already had a Guide, one of my own, but surely he cannot be expected to perform well while burdened beyond his share.
I walked among the book-filled stands and saw the Guide, standing proud and tall (but not so very tall), alive and well and kicking just a little. I embraced him with a great sigh and remembered our times together, spent mostly insulting each other in jest. My eyes strayed to the right, seeing what I expected there, the sharp features of my Host, looking just as before.
But beyond her, the Ninja lurked...
(EDITOR'S NOTE: At this point, The Dark Wanderer has stopped typing and is instead making a sort of monologue, apparently upon the various assets of the Ninja. I have taken the liberty to record here his speech verbatim.)
Her eyes were the most outstanding quality on her at the moment of my first glance. Softer than those of a doe, they yet outshone the morning star. Her lustrous hair framed her face, which I shall expound on in its time. She wore a flu-mask, which I later learned was to contain her illness, and which covered her other features save her eyes, yet lent an air of mystery and hidden beauty, such as the perfumed veils of Arabia and the Middle East served to hide the virgin perfection of nubile girls in the prime of their youth. This apparatus is clearly what marked her the Ninja.
Of her build, she was tall and slim, yet not tall enough to aggravate feelings of inferiority yet not short enough to aggravate feelings of superiority in me. Slim, but not skinny nor bony, she seemed to be of a younger age than she claimed, yet having the figure many of her seniors long to possess.
Her voice is simply indescribable and perhaps an account of it can already be found in the Odyssey, when the sailors had thus came upon the sirens and their lovely songs.
She bore a sling-bag of a vague and dark colour which served to accentuate the curves of...
(EDITOR'S NOTE: Anything beyond this point does not serve to convey much more about the Ninja other than the, erm, more feminine angle of her. Therefore, here we must stop and leave our audience be.)
I sincerely thank the Host for the intro. :D
But, today, my mission was entirely different. I was here to meet my friends, strangers in a strange land, walkers in the dark, wanderers of worlds, and drifters between dimensions. Of course, they already had a Guide, one of my own, but surely he cannot be expected to perform well while burdened beyond his share.
I walked among the book-filled stands and saw the Guide, standing proud and tall (but not so very tall), alive and well and kicking just a little. I embraced him with a great sigh and remembered our times together, spent mostly insulting each other in jest. My eyes strayed to the right, seeing what I expected there, the sharp features of my Host, looking just as before.
But beyond her, the Ninja lurked...
(EDITOR'S NOTE: At this point, The Dark Wanderer has stopped typing and is instead making a sort of monologue, apparently upon the various assets of the Ninja. I have taken the liberty to record here his speech verbatim.)
Her eyes were the most outstanding quality on her at the moment of my first glance. Softer than those of a doe, they yet outshone the morning star. Her lustrous hair framed her face, which I shall expound on in its time. She wore a flu-mask, which I later learned was to contain her illness, and which covered her other features save her eyes, yet lent an air of mystery and hidden beauty, such as the perfumed veils of Arabia and the Middle East served to hide the virgin perfection of nubile girls in the prime of their youth. This apparatus is clearly what marked her the Ninja.
Of her build, she was tall and slim, yet not tall enough to aggravate feelings of inferiority yet not short enough to aggravate feelings of superiority in me. Slim, but not skinny nor bony, she seemed to be of a younger age than she claimed, yet having the figure many of her seniors long to possess.
Her voice is simply indescribable and perhaps an account of it can already be found in the Odyssey, when the sailors had thus came upon the sirens and their lovely songs.
She bore a sling-bag of a vague and dark colour which served to accentuate the curves of...
(EDITOR'S NOTE: Anything beyond this point does not serve to convey much more about the Ninja other than the, erm, more feminine angle of her. Therefore, here we must stop and leave our audience be.)
I sincerely thank the Host for the intro. :D
Sunday, February 10, 2013
Happy Chinese New Year!
Yo! Wishing you a Happy Chinese New Year. May God bless all your endeavors this coming Lunar year!
It's been a long day this CNY and I spent most of my time in the Bukit Bintang area. First, I went to church in the morning. Went there to sing with The Singing Ambassadors, my church's choir. We sang "Dedicate My All". I think it is a very good song although it contains a couple of grammatical mistakes within its lyrics.
I spent this morning texting J-- too. She seems ok with everything that's been going on, but I really hope that she's fine. As a brother, and an elder one at that, I feel that I have the responsibility of looking after her. In this case, I can't blame anyone. She went into it not knowing what a bittersweet experience it could be. He went into it knowing...I don't know what he knew going in but I don't blame him for anything. Better him than someone else.
But I digress. During church, I met C--. She came back for the new year from Sabah and she looked darker than before, thanks to NS. My brother and I joked with her for awhile before leaving church and it will probably be another 5 weeks before I see her again. Come to think of it, it's funny how fate works. She is actually my oldest friend ever. We met in Pooi Leng Kindergarten and have never 'parted' per se. We've always attended the same church like, forever, and well probably met each other at least once a month, but more like once a week. Previously, K-- would be my oldest friend, but he's now in Australia, so I don't count him as such although I still count him as a brother.
After church, my family and I went to Pavi. For lunch we went to Ichiban Boshi for the first time. Ate so many things there. We tried out the Japanese style Yee Sang and they gave so much salmon slices...ate until satisfied. After that we tried out the other sushi plates. Personally, I think the best dish there was the Salmon Roe Sushi. The taste of salmon roe bursting in ones mouth is indescribable...
Anyway, after that, we had dim sum. I know what you're thinking. You're thinking how we could eat so much, right? We ate lunch at 12 P.M. and then we ate dim sum at 5 P.M. so yeah, it's actually about 4 hours apart. :D It was quite nice, but nothing to write home about.
And...that's the end of my day, basically.
Until next time,
It's been a long day this CNY and I spent most of my time in the Bukit Bintang area. First, I went to church in the morning. Went there to sing with The Singing Ambassadors, my church's choir. We sang "Dedicate My All". I think it is a very good song although it contains a couple of grammatical mistakes within its lyrics.
I spent this morning texting J-- too. She seems ok with everything that's been going on, but I really hope that she's fine. As a brother, and an elder one at that, I feel that I have the responsibility of looking after her. In this case, I can't blame anyone. She went into it not knowing what a bittersweet experience it could be. He went into it knowing...I don't know what he knew going in but I don't blame him for anything. Better him than someone else.
But I digress. During church, I met C--. She came back for the new year from Sabah and she looked darker than before, thanks to NS. My brother and I joked with her for awhile before leaving church and it will probably be another 5 weeks before I see her again. Come to think of it, it's funny how fate works. She is actually my oldest friend ever. We met in Pooi Leng Kindergarten and have never 'parted' per se. We've always attended the same church like, forever, and well probably met each other at least once a month, but more like once a week. Previously, K-- would be my oldest friend, but he's now in Australia, so I don't count him as such although I still count him as a brother.
After church, my family and I went to Pavi. For lunch we went to Ichiban Boshi for the first time. Ate so many things there. We tried out the Japanese style Yee Sang and they gave so much salmon slices...ate until satisfied. After that we tried out the other sushi plates. Personally, I think the best dish there was the Salmon Roe Sushi. The taste of salmon roe bursting in ones mouth is indescribable...
Anyway, after that, we had dim sum. I know what you're thinking. You're thinking how we could eat so much, right? We ate lunch at 12 P.M. and then we ate dim sum at 5 P.M. so yeah, it's actually about 4 hours apart. :D It was quite nice, but nothing to write home about.
And...that's the end of my day, basically.
Until next time,
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
Why Blogging Is Not For Me
A long time ago, I learnt that knowledge is power. I also learnt that knowledge can be gotten from many places and through many ways. Reading a blog is a very easy way of getting the knowledge needed to overthrow someone else.
The reason of reading a friends blog, someone once told me, is to understand what the person is thinking. I agree. However, I am seriously against opening myself to everyone and everybody else. Call me cold-hearted or call me paranoid, but I keep my own counsel and will therefore not reveal much about my thoughts in my blog. As a person, I keep my secrets very close. So, don't expect me to let everybody know my feelings here.
Blogging to me is enjoyable in that it becomes a way to voice my concerns out. I can speak out here on various issues that are happening but it will only contain my opinions on these matters. Having said all the above, my blog will still be up and running and will continue in its happy and jovial way.
Thanks for reading,
Have a great night.
The reason of reading a friends blog, someone once told me, is to understand what the person is thinking. I agree. However, I am seriously against opening myself to everyone and everybody else. Call me cold-hearted or call me paranoid, but I keep my own counsel and will therefore not reveal much about my thoughts in my blog. As a person, I keep my secrets very close. So, don't expect me to let everybody know my feelings here.
Blogging to me is enjoyable in that it becomes a way to voice my concerns out. I can speak out here on various issues that are happening but it will only contain my opinions on these matters. Having said all the above, my blog will still be up and running and will continue in its happy and jovial way.
Thanks for reading,
Have a great night.
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
Go Bawani Go!
A good laugh is to be had over this whole UUM thing. Seriously. Sharifah has made herself the biggest laughingstock Malaysia has seen since, perhaps, the Scorpene submarines which would not submerge, or the Malaysian airplanes which crashed without engines. Like, how did it even fly in the first place?
Usually, when talking about stupid events, I exaggerate to make my listeners laugh...but Sharifah has done it all by herself...a living joke.
So, here's a list of links to help you on to a better laugh:
The Original Video (Watch this first, but ignore everything after the part when they want to watch a video)
Dance Remix (quite good)
Namewee's Retort (awesome, as ever)
a beautiful connection to the NFC Scandal (damned funny)
Aftermath of the Video
Various memes about Sharifah
Hahahaha...I still can't stop laughing.
Have a great week, people.
Usually, when talking about stupid events, I exaggerate to make my listeners laugh...but Sharifah has done it all by herself...a living joke.
So, here's a list of links to help you on to a better laugh:
The Original Video (Watch this first, but ignore everything after the part when they want to watch a video)
Dance Remix (quite good)
Namewee's Retort (awesome, as ever)
a beautiful connection to the NFC Scandal (damned funny)
Aftermath of the Video
Various memes about Sharifah
Hahahaha...I still can't stop laughing.
Have a great week, people.
Monday, January 14, 2013
Boredom
I really need something other than my diary to write on this thing. I've got some ideas currently:
1. Stories, like actual short stories/novellas.
2. Poems, which I incidentally think I suck at.
3. Essays on some given topic (I really miss school now).
4. Confessions, which will very likely make me look bad and raise some hellish scandals.
So, yeah. Comment or message me if there's anything creative you wanna see on this blog.
Thanks (in advance).
1. Stories, like actual short stories/novellas.
2. Poems, which I incidentally think I suck at.
3. Essays on some given topic (I really miss school now).
4. Confessions, which will very likely make me look bad and raise some hellish scandals.
So, yeah. Comment or message me if there's anything creative you wanna see on this blog.
Thanks (in advance).
Sunday, January 13, 2013
Diary Entry #2
Phew...it's been a really disturbing weekend for me. I think the idleness and the boredom is finally getting to me. I have an acquaintance who once told me that holidays aren't all that fun but I disagree with him. I believe that holidays without friends aren't all that fun. But even this time, only reading has been able to fill the emptiness that I feel while most of my friends are away. Maybe I should have been called up for National Service. Oh, well...
Yesterday was extremely quiet due to the Himpunan Kebangkitan Rakyat at Stadium Merdeka. I heard that there were a lot of people there. Thank God that there weren't any clashes between the police and the protesters. I really wish I was there. The previous Bersih, Bersih 2.0, had some violence, but...with my luck...I left before the violence started. Oh, well...
Last night, I had a dream. I dreamt of my dog...well, one of my dogs. But he died about a few months back. He was a brave dog and died protecting us from a monitor lizard. He received a poisonous bite on the side and I still remember the long hours of suffering he had to endure before he passed away. As doctors are reputed to say after exiting the surgical studio, 'we tried our best'. In that moment between dream and wakening, my confused mind was quite certain he was still alive. Then, memory returns and...Oh, well...
The Cthulhu Mythos is such a beastly tale. Modern terror and horror books and movies really have nothing on it. It really is scary, but I think that I will tell it to C-- the next time she asks me for a story. Haha! I'm simply evil. That is, if she ever does ask me for another story. I have a feeling my last one bored her to death although she played the attentive listener very well. Or maybe it's just me. Oh, well...
W-- called me on the phone yesterday. I didn't pick it up in time, but I tried calling him back. It forwarded to his voice-mail, and he called me back after that...=.=" Anyway, he seems to be enjoying himself in NS and well, I'm so glad he called me. He told me about some problems and that he thought of calling M--, but M-- was busy apparently, and of calling K--, but K-- is also in NS. Then, he thought of calling me. Haha! That was really touching. It's touching because I've never thought that anyone would count me as a trustworthy friend. Of course, next to W--, M-- has plenty a time proven that he thinks of me as a good friend, but I know someone who would not Skype with me alone (told to me in confidence from a a person I think of as a good friend; Haha!) and I know that many of my juniors think that I'm manipulative...Gee...Oh, well...
I read C--'s blog just now. I wish I could do something but until she comes online and asks for my advice or I feel good enough to offer it, I think I can only pray. I wonder if she works on Sundays too...probably, knowing the line of work she's in. Oh, well...
Yesterday was extremely quiet due to the Himpunan Kebangkitan Rakyat at Stadium Merdeka. I heard that there were a lot of people there. Thank God that there weren't any clashes between the police and the protesters. I really wish I was there. The previous Bersih, Bersih 2.0, had some violence, but...with my luck...I left before the violence started. Oh, well...
Last night, I had a dream. I dreamt of my dog...well, one of my dogs. But he died about a few months back. He was a brave dog and died protecting us from a monitor lizard. He received a poisonous bite on the side and I still remember the long hours of suffering he had to endure before he passed away. As doctors are reputed to say after exiting the surgical studio, 'we tried our best'. In that moment between dream and wakening, my confused mind was quite certain he was still alive. Then, memory returns and...Oh, well...
The Cthulhu Mythos is such a beastly tale. Modern terror and horror books and movies really have nothing on it. It really is scary, but I think that I will tell it to C-- the next time she asks me for a story. Haha! I'm simply evil. That is, if she ever does ask me for another story. I have a feeling my last one bored her to death although she played the attentive listener very well. Or maybe it's just me. Oh, well...
W-- called me on the phone yesterday. I didn't pick it up in time, but I tried calling him back. It forwarded to his voice-mail, and he called me back after that...=.=" Anyway, he seems to be enjoying himself in NS and well, I'm so glad he called me. He told me about some problems and that he thought of calling M--, but M-- was busy apparently, and of calling K--, but K-- is also in NS. Then, he thought of calling me. Haha! That was really touching. It's touching because I've never thought that anyone would count me as a trustworthy friend. Of course, next to W--, M-- has plenty a time proven that he thinks of me as a good friend, but I know someone who would not Skype with me alone (told to me in confidence from a a person I think of as a good friend; Haha!) and I know that many of my juniors think that I'm manipulative...Gee...Oh, well...
I read C--'s blog just now. I wish I could do something but until she comes online and asks for my advice or I feel good enough to offer it, I think I can only pray. I wonder if she works on Sundays too...probably, knowing the line of work she's in. Oh, well...
Friday, January 11, 2013
Guilt
Haha...I feel guilty for abandoning my blog for four days...^^
This is due partly to following the Cthulhu Mythos like a hound. I have covered sixteen short stories in four days at an average rate of four short stories a day. Gosh...I'm becoming too engross in Maths...probably because I've also been reading up on economics...
Seriously, people, never ever ever watch 'Brazil'...it's a very bad movie. So bad, I nearly cried at the end of it.
I spoke to N-- just now. Well, chatted, actually, on Facebook. She seems happy enough but she's kinda worried about her results in her previous exams. Oh, well, I pray that she will be satisfied by whatever she gets. Hopefully, she can get a course she can excel in in university.
On the other hand, there's no one else on Facebook to chat with. K-- and W-- are still being clouds, same with S--. C-- is inexplicably missing. M-- is busy doing something else. Aaaannnndddd...I don't really want to chat with anyone else other than these people.
So, yeah...I'm either going to play RO or Vorp! now...or...just continue reading 'The Thing On The Roof', part of the Cthulhu Mythos....or....sleep...
Peace Out!
This is due partly to following the Cthulhu Mythos like a hound. I have covered sixteen short stories in four days at an average rate of four short stories a day. Gosh...I'm becoming too engross in Maths...probably because I've also been reading up on economics...
Seriously, people, never ever ever watch 'Brazil'...it's a very bad movie. So bad, I nearly cried at the end of it.
I spoke to N-- just now. Well, chatted, actually, on Facebook. She seems happy enough but she's kinda worried about her results in her previous exams. Oh, well, I pray that she will be satisfied by whatever she gets. Hopefully, she can get a course she can excel in in university.
On the other hand, there's no one else on Facebook to chat with. K-- and W-- are still being clouds, same with S--. C-- is inexplicably missing. M-- is busy doing something else. Aaaannnndddd...I don't really want to chat with anyone else other than these people.
So, yeah...I'm either going to play RO or Vorp! now...or...just continue reading 'The Thing On The Roof', part of the Cthulhu Mythos....or....sleep...
Peace Out!
Monday, January 7, 2013
Diary Entry #1
Dear Diary,
I enjoy talking to you because you don't talk back. I enjoy talking to my friends as well because they talk back but they are nice about it. I also enjoy talking to my enemies because they try too hard to talk back, making them extremely funny and entertaining. Unfortunately, some of my closest friends are in that dumb PLKN, and I don't have any living enemies, at the moment.
Just had a refreshing chat with one of my friends on Facebook. I don't know her that well but that can always be ameliorated. By the way, ameliorated means 'made better'. I hate making promises yet I always make them. I hate making promises because I am not 100% sure that I can keep them and I wish to be a man who can keep his word. I was taught by somebody I love once that I shouldn't make a bet unless I'm sure I would win. In the same way, I believe I shouldn't make a promise unless I am sure I would keep it.
I am a simple person with simple goals. It's just that I sometimes have complicated ways of achieving those goals. I have few principles in life.
Loyalty, honour and a willing heart.
I enjoy talking to you because you don't talk back. I enjoy talking to my friends as well because they talk back but they are nice about it. I also enjoy talking to my enemies because they try too hard to talk back, making them extremely funny and entertaining. Unfortunately, some of my closest friends are in that dumb PLKN, and I don't have any living enemies, at the moment.
Just had a refreshing chat with one of my friends on Facebook. I don't know her that well but that can always be ameliorated. By the way, ameliorated means 'made better'. I hate making promises yet I always make them. I hate making promises because I am not 100% sure that I can keep them and I wish to be a man who can keep his word. I was taught by somebody I love once that I shouldn't make a bet unless I'm sure I would win. In the same way, I believe I shouldn't make a promise unless I am sure I would keep it.
I am a simple person with simple goals. It's just that I sometimes have complicated ways of achieving those goals. I have few principles in life.
Loyalty, honour and a willing heart.
Friday, January 4, 2013
Apparently...
It's my birthday.
One of the reasons I've always enjoyed having an early birthday is because I can almost never get jumped on in school and beaten to pulp for the ridiculous reason that its my birthday. I think we do that in MBS because we think its cool if our birthdate and deathdate are the same.
Anyway...
As usual, the birthday gifts trickle in slowly and with no appreciable effect.
1 Tim Tam Chocolate from my music teacher
1 Kit Kat Chunky from my brother's girlfriend, I believe.
1 Mango with Sago and Pomelo soup thingy from my mum at Sweet Hut or something like that...
1 Seiko Chronograph from my dad...^^
Not a bad turnout even if I do say so myself.
Picked up my brother from his residential college in the morning, then went to MidValley to shop around a little...ended up buying nothing anyway. Then, we celebrated my birthday at Tony Roma's. As usual, it was a battle between me and ribs. Just when I thought everything was over, the dessert arrived...and the birthday song was sung by the guys from TR. Very nicely done, very nicely done. ^^
My bro and I were talking about watches and this was basically how the conversation went:
Me: Why would anyone wear watches in outer space?
Bro: To keep time...duh~~~
Me: Yeah, but why?
Bro: So that, like, if there's only enough oxygen for 30 minutes during a space walk, the astronaut would know when to get back into the ship. If not, he, like, dies.
*Pause while I think of a comeback*
Me: YOLO!! Haha.
Bro: *Facepalm* Bodoh...
One of the reasons I've always enjoyed having an early birthday is because I can almost never get jumped on in school and beaten to pulp for the ridiculous reason that its my birthday. I think we do that in MBS because we think its cool if our birthdate and deathdate are the same.
Anyway...
As usual, the birthday gifts trickle in slowly and with no appreciable effect.
1 Tim Tam Chocolate from my music teacher
1 Kit Kat Chunky from my brother's girlfriend, I believe.
1 Mango with Sago and Pomelo soup thingy from my mum at Sweet Hut or something like that...
1 Seiko Chronograph from my dad...^^
Not a bad turnout even if I do say so myself.
Picked up my brother from his residential college in the morning, then went to MidValley to shop around a little...ended up buying nothing anyway. Then, we celebrated my birthday at Tony Roma's. As usual, it was a battle between me and ribs. Just when I thought everything was over, the dessert arrived...and the birthday song was sung by the guys from TR. Very nicely done, very nicely done. ^^
My bro and I were talking about watches and this was basically how the conversation went:
Me: Why would anyone wear watches in outer space?
Bro: To keep time...duh~~~
Me: Yeah, but why?
Bro: So that, like, if there's only enough oxygen for 30 minutes during a space walk, the astronaut would know when to get back into the ship. If not, he, like, dies.
*Pause while I think of a comeback*
Me: YOLO!! Haha.
Bro: *Facepalm* Bodoh...
Thursday, January 3, 2013
About This Blog
This is an introductory post...
It is understandable that most people do not understand Latin, seeing as it is a dead language, so I shall tell u what the blog's title means.
Fidelitas means loyalty. Loyalty is the one thing I hold true in my life. I always say that I am a mercenary, meaning that I work purely for money, and that my motto is "For The Highest Bidder", but in truth, I aim to be loyal above all things.
Honorem means honour. Honour is something that I believe every man must have. Without honour, one is nothing. Without honour, one is worse than the lowest scum on Earth. Without honour, one has no worth.
Voluntarius means willingness. The willingness of the heart must come together with loyalty and honour. Simply stating that I have honour and loyalty but not proving it through actions and fervor for the cause I believe in is false and cowardly.
Thorin says in the movie, The Hobbit, An Unexpected Journey, "Loyalty, honour, a willing heart. I can ask no more than that."
In the same way, the URL of this blog means "I can ask no more than that."
It is understandable that most people do not understand Latin, seeing as it is a dead language, so I shall tell u what the blog's title means.
Fidelitas means loyalty. Loyalty is the one thing I hold true in my life. I always say that I am a mercenary, meaning that I work purely for money, and that my motto is "For The Highest Bidder", but in truth, I aim to be loyal above all things.
Honorem means honour. Honour is something that I believe every man must have. Without honour, one is nothing. Without honour, one is worse than the lowest scum on Earth. Without honour, one has no worth.
Voluntarius means willingness. The willingness of the heart must come together with loyalty and honour. Simply stating that I have honour and loyalty but not proving it through actions and fervor for the cause I believe in is false and cowardly.
Thorin says in the movie, The Hobbit, An Unexpected Journey, "Loyalty, honour, a willing heart. I can ask no more than that."
In the same way, the URL of this blog means "I can ask no more than that."
Filio
"But I'll be there for you when the rain starts to pour,
I'll be there for you like I've been there before,
I'll be there for you 'cause you're there for me too."
- I'll Be There For You, Friends (TV Series) Theme Song
Cruising along life in an 1987 Corvette didn't deaden the senses, it uplifted them. The cooling night breezes were refreshing, but Jim knew he needed more than a polished car and a long straight Californian road. He needed someone to talk to, someone he could rely on, someone different from him who could compliment him and back him up in a fight, someone to take over the wheel when he needed rest. This someone need not be perfect, this someone could, no, must have some fatal flaw, just as everyone has some fatal flaw.
Jim didn't need a wife, a house or a dog. Jim needed a friend.
~~~~~~~~
I would like to think that I've many friends and so would anyone else, but think about it. If you could choose only 1 person to spend a whole year with, who would it be?
To be frank and honest, I wouldn't know either.
However, all the friends I list below would certain make it into the final considerations:
1. Kieran
He is a very nice guy. There's not much I can really say about him, but he's there. He can take jokes and he can make them. He's human and that's what keeps him as my friend.
2. Vigknaraja
He has always given me advice when I needed it the most. He's always been there to pull me out of difficult situations. We've been friends for many years now and due to our similar interests, we've stuck together. Somehow, we've managed to drag ourselves through life.
3. Wai Jun
What can I say about him? He knows things that I don't and for that I respect him. There are few on this Earth I truly, deeply respect; Wai Jun is one of them. Not only that, but he is cute, with all due respect, in a hamster-ish way...
I don't mean to sound like a smart-ass, but I've found that friends are one of the things that people truly overlook. We seem to think that we can do without them but in reality we would feel an emptiness without them. They fill a part of us that we can't even reach.
Sometime during my life, I've made this comment: "I live for my friends." I still believe that today.
To my readers: If you've felt that you've been neglecting your friends for some time, pick up your phone and just send them a simple message that you've missed them.
To all my friends: If you ever need help, do not hesitate to call upon me. I shall answer.
Have a great evening.
I'll be there for you like I've been there before,
I'll be there for you 'cause you're there for me too."
- I'll Be There For You, Friends (TV Series) Theme Song
Cruising along life in an 1987 Corvette didn't deaden the senses, it uplifted them. The cooling night breezes were refreshing, but Jim knew he needed more than a polished car and a long straight Californian road. He needed someone to talk to, someone he could rely on, someone different from him who could compliment him and back him up in a fight, someone to take over the wheel when he needed rest. This someone need not be perfect, this someone could, no, must have some fatal flaw, just as everyone has some fatal flaw.
Jim didn't need a wife, a house or a dog. Jim needed a friend.
~~~~~~~~
I would like to think that I've many friends and so would anyone else, but think about it. If you could choose only 1 person to spend a whole year with, who would it be?
To be frank and honest, I wouldn't know either.
However, all the friends I list below would certain make it into the final considerations:
1. Kieran
He is a very nice guy. There's not much I can really say about him, but he's there. He can take jokes and he can make them. He's human and that's what keeps him as my friend.
2. Vigknaraja
He has always given me advice when I needed it the most. He's always been there to pull me out of difficult situations. We've been friends for many years now and due to our similar interests, we've stuck together. Somehow, we've managed to drag ourselves through life.
3. Wai Jun
What can I say about him? He knows things that I don't and for that I respect him. There are few on this Earth I truly, deeply respect; Wai Jun is one of them. Not only that, but he is cute, with all due respect, in a hamster-ish way...
I don't mean to sound like a smart-ass, but I've found that friends are one of the things that people truly overlook. We seem to think that we can do without them but in reality we would feel an emptiness without them. They fill a part of us that we can't even reach.
Sometime during my life, I've made this comment: "I live for my friends." I still believe that today.
To my readers: If you've felt that you've been neglecting your friends for some time, pick up your phone and just send them a simple message that you've missed them.
To all my friends: If you ever need help, do not hesitate to call upon me. I shall answer.
Have a great evening.
Wednesday, January 2, 2013
Let's Get Things Straight
"The first post is the hardest."
Sand blew around the legs of the heavily cloaked man as he trudged along the dusty desert path. He carried himself with a fatality common to those who live a day at a time, simply because it is too crushing to believe that tomorrow will be as harsh as today. The intense heat caused him to swoon but he did not remove his garments. He would need those for the chill of the cruel night.
He looked forward, straining his eyes to the North, where the great mountain passes were mere shadows. His home lay in that direction and he thought he could just see the smudge in the distance...his home...
Home...
The greatest challenge in life is the challenge of hoping. Hope, such a magical word. It can make slaves into warriors and kings into gods. Can I hope?
In my journey through Fidelitas Honorem Voluntarius, I will use euphemisms in place of the actual name of friends, partially to obscure the meaning to both friends, and foes, and partially to have some fun. All I can say about this is: "He who has ears, let him hear. He who has eyes, let him see."
Good night.
Good night.
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