Blogging even when I'm in the airport. Here's just using the free internet while awaiting to get into the plane! Smiles to everyone.
Saturday, August 25, 2007
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"Sometimes we seem to see hate more than love as we have that haunting confusion between both."
The leader in obivious ways but he is scared and humbled away when the truth arise one day. He fed the rich and abandon the poor, he taught the blind to walk and he helped the lame to see. Nothing more than it seems, as how contradicing life can be. To seek that path still in search to be enlighten by our very ownself and to forget knowing the rest.
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About Me
- Truth in the lies and his quotes inside.
- Singapore, Serangoon Gardens.
- I wouldnt say I'm that much of a simple guy who lives down the street with little motives running through his head, cause that wouldnt be me neither would it be that simple. Like most and all others, a man who transits between his faith, hopes and downs back to reality where either or neither both be found. If I was to state me as simple, then it places my aims to the test. Defying the oughts of nothing but the simple truth, sad and drown, torn yet driven to find out why and the reason he was brought here in aid to comprehend his fingerprints and the complex map as if a form of hardcore tattoo arcoss his palm printed; he urges his story to unfold, crushes the young chapters but alike an innocent kid, places it under his pillow. What will you do if you came back to life and held the object and subject who killed you? To meet and yet be part of the director of this enticing thriller yet dramatic plot of my life.
2 comments:
WOW someone's going to perth hey.... hope u enjoy u're holiday, have a pleasant and smooth filght....
Life is like a bottle of water, each day we open it and take a sip. Soon the bottle empties, I guess nobody can stop the thirst, but just how much we would all treasure the drops of life. Its hard to leave behind the people you once knew to move on to another place. But thats reality, just remember that the friends you have and made will be cherished within your memories, cause only the best remain in your head. Keep in touch with the old ones, and speak to the new. That way, your circle of friends will continue to expand till one day 8000 miles away, "hey i know u".
Still with the puffing I see. C'mon you don't really need those coffin nails, i've seen more than enough shares of deaths caused by burning white sitcks and will have more to come whithin my family. Considering you a close friend, which many cannot come close, leaves much to be said. Take the hint, stop the puffing, and start the huffing. Youth is still whithin us, its still not too late to stop smoking. I'm not asking you to stop all at one shot, but progress gradually, slowly stopping it. You're alive. Do something.
The directive in life, the moral imperative was so uncomplicated. It could be expressed in single words, not complete sentences. It sounded like this: Look. Listen. Choose. Act. Barbara Hall
Sometimes being completely unprepared can lead one into something almost new, unprecedented and of course new results. Though such experementations are ofetn disaproved of in Science, in u're case, I have to say, jolly good show there old boy.
Dam, i often leave too long a comment, but this is just a habbit of mine, read all compile the comments into oen big chunk and press 'enter'. Hope ya dun mind, some comments may be for previous blogs. TAKE CARE, cause lifes too short to miss out.
D.P
Thanks man. What a constuctive comment. never fail to give such a heavy priced comment. You too enjoy and take care man.
Justin.
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