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2008-06-05T22:10:00.000-07:00

2007-01-13T19:56:00.000-08:00

MovedIndefinitely to http://griever.reivad.net/.

2006-05-31T20:19:00.000-07:00

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2006-01-18T08:01:00.000-08:00

In Dark Places"Tell me, what can and must I do?"Those words were uttered by a man dressed in a yellowish polo T-shirt that looked like they had once been white, maybe whiter than one would imagine white to be. Also, because he was not a flasher, his legs and his groin were covered by a dirty pair of brown slacks, creased and crumpled, faded from years of wash. He was barefoot. Not unlike a hobbit

2006-01-11T02:44:00.000-08:00

On TarotI got myself a tarot deck today, so I'm halfway to accomplishing one of my new year resolutions. Hmm... Now, time for me to retreat into my studies of the tarot.

2006-01-09T01:57:00.000-08:00

And So The Story Continues...When I abandoned this blog almost a year ago, I thought I had left it for good. But no, that was not to be, for now I have returned to continue this unfinished saga. The past year has been a mostly moderate year, and I believe the lowest point of that year was spent in the rainforests of Temburong, Brunei. Boy am I beyond relief to be back here in Singapore. But

2005-04-01T08:33:00.000-08:00

On April Fool's This entry comes a little late, but surely late is better than never. That's it. I'm finally into my second year of service. I've been a soldier for exactly one year. Just one year ago, I traded in my pink IC for the current green 11-B that identifies me as a member of the SAF. And I must say, I've really learnt quite a few things. One certainly cannot take for granted many things

2005-03-25T07:55:00.000-08:00

On My Song I have begun the song, most unceremoniously, in Db major. I have taken the first note, and spun around it a thread of melodies that crash to the deepest depths and soar to the highest heights. And I have begun the song, and I will not end it soon, I will not end it yet. I will not end it. I colour my song red and blue and black and brown, green and grey, ochre and orange. I sing my

2005-02-27T06:18:00.000-08:00

On NothingI've realised I haven't written here for quite a long while. Not that I couldn't be bothered (maybe that's half the reason), but more because things that have been going on around me are not really worth writing about.Of late I've been spending my time that might have been put to restoring my vitality (read:sleep) on other issues such as reading. Reading. I used to read a lot when I was

2004-09-26T02:41:00.000-07:00

On Half Marathons I never thought I'd make it, but I did. All 21km of it. Looking back, I'm glad I finally decided to run the full Army Half Marathon. True, it seemed insurmountable at first, but every step I took brought me closer to the end line. It's been a great achievement for me.

2004-09-06T02:19:00.000-07:00

On IssuesOf late, there have been certain issues that I have been grappling with.First, I'm sick and tired of life at my company (read: a group of soldiers made up of platoons, not the corporate one). We men hardly get the treatment we think we deserve. Sometimes, we get punished for the wrongs we never did. We are tasked with duties like clearing vines from the perimeter fence (!) It's tragic.

2004-08-28T10:20:00.000-07:00

On Confessions Do you even know how much you mean to me?

2004-08-27T17:48:00.000-07:00

On Courage How will I ever find the courage?

2004-08-26T21:23:00.000-07:00

On Growing Up I remember when I was young, I always envied adults for all the freedom they seemed to be entitled to, for their not needing to attend lessons in school, for everything they did. They say the grass is always greener on the other side. Which makes me wonder "they" are always right. The paradox is, with more freedom that comes along with growing up, comes more responsibility. You're

2004-08-22T03:09:00.000-07:00

Rebirth When the phoenix dies it consumes itself in a fearsome fire, and from its ashes comes forth a new phoenix. Like the phoenix, my blog has been reborn.

2004-01-19T06:02:00.000-08:00

Extinction Alright. I think I'm closing this blog. Then again, being the indecisive person I am, I might reverse this decision. For now, you (the reader) can assume that I have moved to my open diary permanently.

2003-10-27T05:50:00.000-08:00

Silence Empty is the word I write.

2003-09-02T08:54:00.000-07:00

On Singing To me, nothing matters more than to free my voice from the constraints of daily living, to feel the vibration from within my vocal cords, to feel the sound ringing brightly above the sea of misery we are constantly bathed in, to be able to conjure up a magical piece of music, for myself, for everyone. For me, to live is to sing.

2003-08-31T08:44:00.000-07:00

Which One Shall It Be? I find it quite redundant for me to have both a blog and an open diary. So I've decided that I'll simply drop one. However, being the indecisive person that I have always been, I am having conflicting ideas. So which one should it be? My opendiary or this blog?

2003-08-10T08:28:00.000-07:00

Disillusionment Alright. I'm disillusioned. Some people accept everything they see or hear, and believe absolutely in the reality around them. Some people are a bit more skeptical, believing some of the things they hear, and refusing the rest. Yet there are also some people who question, most diligently, every single "truth" that is held by society. They challenge the very fabric that people

2003-04-05T18:58:00.000-08:00

Soar to Your Freedom And in a burst of radiant rainbow hue - The eagle launched into exuberant flight! Fluttering feathers the bird was not, A strength in it was wrought - That spirited desire to be unchained again, To be unclasped from shackles unspoken. Liberty seemed but an arm away! For that timeless moment all looked fuzzy, And all just danced about in erratic confusion, then BANG!

2003-03-19T08:04:00.000-08:00

Liberty and Free Will Is freedom a privilege or an intrinsic right every living thing in the world should possess? I do believe that it is both a right and a privilege. It is a right in the sense that every single being on this world has the right to live, and if living does not encompass the right to be free, then life becomes an irony in itself. With that, liberty is also a privilege. If we

2003-03-11T07:10:00.000-08:00

Scenery Yesterday on the train while peering out of the glass window, I beheld a majestic blue sky that had clouds in it. Some were big and low lying, others were simply streaks of white trailing feathers soaring high above all below. Then, for a moment I was lost in time, for that moment I wondered what it would be like to be able to dance with the clouds, high up in the sky, fearless and

2003-02-11T20:20:00.000-08:00

Alone On a Cliff And I stand up here among the trees of old, High up on an ancient cliff that rises into the clouds, Towering high above all that is mortal and cold, I stand alone. The stars are shining bright tonight, A prestige for me to behold, The mountains sing a heavenly melody, That echoes deep within in my memory. An existence I desire not, Where shadows fall upon me, A Stygian hue

2003-02-02T06:41:00.000-08:00

I'm Writing I often ask myself why I write, and the reason isn't always that clear. Sure, I write to release my emotions, to express myself, to create. Marvel at that! When a person writes he is actually creating... Literature tells the stories of man, and imagine this, we are helping to create it. Perhaps then, the desire to want to write is is inherent in all of us. But many a time I have

2003-01-15T07:05:00.000-08:00

Alone Sometimes, I can't help but feel... so alone in this mess. So isolated and secluded from reality, from people. I seem to be spontaneously hyperactive, but what truth lies beneath this cheerful facade? Sometimes I feel really tired... I try my best to energise the atmosphere, only to be unappreciated by others. I am really scared... scared of being alone... so much so that I feel lost when

2003-01-08T06:59:00.000-08:00

Fields and Flowers The gardener walked around, and wheeled his barrow about, digging and spading, planting and seeding, going about his daily work. Then a sprinkle of prismatic raindrops came down on the earth. And all the gardener could do was to stand in awe in the dance of the drizzle, for it was nothing he had ever seen before. And before his eyes was an entire vision of vast fields and

2002-12-19T08:50:00.000-08:00

Musical Escapades This week has been a sort of "musical week" for me. On Monday, after having combined sectionals (is that an oxymoron?) with the tenors, I went home, then went out again to attend the RV Chorale Concert at Victoria Concert Hall, "Music of the Night". Well, the organist was good, but the choir wasn't fantastic. The guys couldn't really be heard; indeed, the sopranos covered them.

2002-12-08T07:46:00.000-08:00

Blue Like every other colour blue is a colour in a world of it's own, its cool hue a dazzle to occupants of the abodes of calm and at the same time, depression. And blue is my colour, the choice entirely mine, and mine entirely, for I've chosen to live in a whimsical world of serene beauty.

2002-11-21T06:16:00.000-08:00

Trouble And more trouble had begun, Like a potent brew of poison in a potted cauldron. And soon the mixture will boil and bubble, Toss and tumble, To make its debut upon the mortal realm, And spill it shall, onto the earthen ground, And skeletons will rise by the zounds. An affliction not so simply resolved, The curse will doom us all, riddling and running on, Murdering and killing more.

2002-11-06T06:54:00.000-08:00

On Mythical Beasts You are the most universal mythical beast ever. Sightings of the unicorn have been reported from all over the world, even in these modern times. Unicorns are pure and incorruptible. In China, unicorns symbolised gentleness, good will, and wisdom. Christianity links the unicorn with Christ. It is said that unicorns would only allow virgin girls to see them, let alone touch

2002-11-05T06:48:00.000-08:00

Tears We are praying for the both of you. Be strong.

2002-10-29T06:21:00.000-08:00

Leaves I'm painting a scene of a shower of winter leaves on this night, December 10. There is no chilly breeze or frothy mist, and all is clear ahead. And here I am, kneeled under the crown of a great oak tree. Leaves of all pastel forms are brushing past my face, and I know this face, it is my my face. The sky is miserably overcast, but it does not rain. Then scores of withered leaves are

2002-10-24T08:25:00.000-07:00

Dreams They're like little jigsaw puzzles that never seem quite right. And all fantasy you never thought possible lives, in this very realm of dreams. We see distorted and contorted shapes of all sorts, and our simple mind attempts to fit that very unimaginable picture into a frame... and we get more absurb conclusions. Dreams... they are the very stuff dreamers dream about... In dreams we can

2002-10-19T08:10:00.000-07:00

Deliberate Desires I had painted a tiny space for which I could exist in. It was a very pretty little room, the ceiling the colour of the cosmos, and the walls, the colour of the rainbow. Butterflies flew about like specks of diamonds in the sky, and flowers glowed, blooming with the splendour of all that was. This very living space, this area - it was genuinely perfect. It was more than just

2002-10-12T07:53:00.000-07:00

Roses Those lovely petals, like lips screaming for gentle attention, the way they put a smile on a girl's lovely face, and the way they absolutely make flowers the most beautiful thing in the world - don't you you find roses oh so lovely? They're seductively charming, and carry with them a intense persona that is absolutely unmatched by any other object in the material world. Their entirety,

2002-09-30T07:41:00.000-07:00

The Road Not Taken - Robert Frost Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I couldTo where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair,And having perhaps the better claim,Because it was grassy and wanted wear;Though as for that the passing thereHad worn them really about the same,

2002-09-30T07:33:00.000-07:00

Fear Now I finally know what fear is. It's a very subtle, yet paradoxically intense feeling, capable of ripping your mind apart into wretched pieces of fuming trees. I breathe fear, it feeds on me, and I only crave more. It's like looking beyond what you can see, trying to desperately, so deliriously... and so helplessly to get a hold on your own mental state. And of course you can only suffer

2002-09-23T07:37:00.000-07:00

Tensional Imagery I think it will be anytime soon that I begin - wait, completely break down into some deranged beastly bastard and start ripping the whole world apart. I've just realised that I'm really very very dead for all my subjects, including Maths C and Econs. Oh my God. If only I had a God. But that's beside the point. My blood vessels, like swollen containers of frozen fire; they're

2002-09-15T07:55:00.000-07:00

Perfectly Disgusted We were in the midst of a GP lesson, the topic being capital punishment. Then, the tutor posed to us a very interesting question; whether we would choose to face life imprisonment or accept capital punishment(What if). I quote my classmate: "Life imprisonment, so that I can study!" I was outrageously disgusted. What is the point of studying if you're never gonna get out of

2002-09-14T10:16:00.000-07:00

Just Only - Well, kinda felt pity for my poor old blog, so came back to write something in it. I just love this: "Frolicking with the nymphs of death." Called me narcissustic or whatever you may prefer. The image of having fun with the icons of death is a rather twisted one, and nymphs, with all their puerile innocence, connote a somewhat hidden form of sensuality or even eroticism. This image

2002-09-09T07:27:00.000-07:00

On Posting Sorry to all who have been visiting my blog lately, I've been writing in my open diary you see. Like I said before, I think I will be using this blog less, probably for nonsense and stuff. Ah well, back to my OD.

2002-09-04T19:29:00.000-07:00

Fragile Harmony Dedicated to Justin & Kat, and every loving couple in the world, my blessings evermore. Like a crystal stream their fingers flowed, A warming of the piano keys, An awakening of a gentle piece - A melody euphonious, Of unsung delicate kisses Stolen from the clouds of heaven’s roses.

2002-08-30T07:41:00.000-07:00

Moved I've moved here. But I might just keep this updated.

2002-08-22T08:29:00.000-07:00

On Tests Sigh. The F.Math test we had today really killed me. Out of 50 marks, I only secured 8. Oh well. That's a pseudo Math student for you. The test itself was a horrible experience. I sat down there in the lecture theatre, then realising that the timer had already started. Then, furiously, I pranced on the deadly paper, only to be greeted by a disgusting array of seemingly impossible to

2002-08-16T07:30:00.000-07:00

A Whole New Beginning Voila! I'm about to start writing poetry regularly. Before this, I used to write only now and then. From today onwards, I will write as long as inspiration hits me. What a load of bullshit. Inspiration doesn't come all the time... it appears when it wants to, and now when you want it to. But anyway(s), I hope to develop it into an art I am proud of, one that is

2002-08-14T08:07:00.000-07:00

Exchange with NJC Choir I must really write this down; it is one of the most significant and memorable events that ever occured in boring Hwa Chong life. Well, today we had a most interesting and enriching experience with the NJC Choir, we had an exchange with them at their college, and one of the first things that struck me was the architecture of the school, the design, the colour scheme,

2002-08-09T08:09:00.000-07:00

Falling Apart But alas, I stop short of dying.

2002-08-06T08:11:00.000-07:00

EgofreakZ I'm glad that 4E' 2001 could have a dinner together today. It was great, and really reminded me of the awesome times we spent together. It was like in the past, when all of us shared laughter and joy together, like a reunited family. We were no longer in khaki shorts, all of us in our college uniform, yet that unique, strong sense of bond was visible within that short span of an

2002-08-03T06:27:00.000-07:00

Wandering About Went Alvin Without any hesitation I decided to go a wandering alone around the Orchard Road area. I walked for about 1 to 2 hours, not really knowing why I was doing all this, or what had made me do this. And on my journey, I realised one truth: that the people around you don't ever notice you. They do not acknowledge your presence as they go about their business. They never

2002-08-01T08:03:00.000-07:00

Untitled My mind is confused and direction-less at this very moment in time; I feel like saying something, yet I have completely no idea what to really say. Sometimes, I wonder why we blog. Do we really need to keep track of our ideas, behaviours, thoughts, feelings and emotions? To quote from Wai Kit: "Online chats are screened with an invisible filter, sieving all forms of emotions. Hand

2002-07-31T07:48:00.000-07:00

Choir Hmm. I'm quite looking forward to the exchange with NJ choir. It's a rare chance to see who's better, and of course get to learn from each other. But till then, we've got to practise more. Hmm. I'm also looking forward to the performance we'll be having at Chijmes Hall in September, I'm expecting quite a lot from myself. And of course from the rest of the section. And needless to say

2002-07-30T07:57:00.000-07:00

Reflection When we were still young then, when we were still in primary school, when given essay topics like "Lost", we would probably have written a crappy story about how once upon a time a little kid (yourself) was walking around in the neighbourhood and then got lost. Or that sort of thing. Seems to me that things have changed. Utterly. Today, more often than not, when we say "lost" we mean

2002-07-23T07:51:00.000-07:00

Memories They never seem to be all good or bad, they can make you laugh, giggle, grin, cry, sob or sigh. They seem to have an almost distinct mind of their own, acting of their own accord, and surfacing at the most inappropriate or unexpectable times. Some may gradually fade away, some remain clear till our deaths, but all of it lies out there, floating and drifting around, never settling down.

2002-07-16T07:37:00.000-07:00

Leaking There's a puncture in My heart, a hole My soul leaks through, Into the hell outside to be Smouldered by perdition flames that Burn and scorch and burn some more; My soul— Vaporised, Floating Drifting Fading away; A Mist that bears no sign of Life— it seeks to detach itself from me. There's something in The world I love To hate. There's a vortex, a hole, and I leak through it,

2002-07-14T08:42:00.000-07:00

Madness I fear the day when I will go mad. Absolutely. LIKE THIS!!! I really do... I don't even know who I am anymore... griever? Or just a simple kid who can't be bothered with the intricasies of the perplex human consciousness? Who am I? CAN SOMEBODY TELL ME? I've been in an absolutely bad mood the past week. I've shouted. I've scolded and I've cried. I have. Madness seems to be the only

2002-07-13T08:23:00.000-07:00

Tears of Fire Sometimes, people cry because they are sad. They are sad because they have lost something, something dear to them, something that really meant a lot to them. People also cry because they have gained something, like for example when they are experiencing extreme happiness. Sometimes, people just cry, for a reason that needs no explanation. But the fact is, people cry. We talk about

2002-07-09T08:13:00.000-07:00

Solid Physics defines a solid as a phase/state of matter (possessing mass) in which the molecules (particles formed by atoms, the simplest unit of matter) are tightly packed together. As such a solid exhibit characteristics such as high density, etc. However, solid is also used as a figure of speech when we refer to something that is very tough or steady. For example, when we say the sound of

2002-07-02T09:12:00.000-07:00

Frosted Eyes The teacher Had eyes of ice; They were so cold they burnt, And he couldn't see anything past His freezing pupils. The whole world seemed so cold to him, Even his students ignored him, Looked past him, Disliked him. He saw the world thru' his frosted eyes, And his students saw only his Cold, icy glare.

2002-06-20T08:39:00.000-07:00

Darkened Skies Even in an age where technology has been assimilated into everyday life, the sun remains a vital part of the lives of many; of scientists, meteorologists, poets, artists, farmers and probably a whole horde of many other professions. However, in an era where the skies are often shrouded by the clouds of death, destruction and disaster, we don't really get to see the malovalent

2002-06-18T08:25:00.000-07:00

A Star He peered out of his fogged up window, hoping to catch a glimpse of the winter outside. It was freezing, like what it should be, and even the house, with its small cozy fire, was not a very excellent shelter in the snow. He rubbed the window pane, hoping to wipe off the condensed vapour, but the condensed vapour had frosted into ice crystals. Discouraged, the young boy retreated into his

2002-06-09T07:48:00.000-07:00

Thoughts About Thoughts I've been thinking, we think about thoughts all the time, but do we really know what we are thinking? People are made different, and it is then understandable that two brothers will have two different sets of thought. So the question is what is a thought? Well well, the absurdities of human behaviour... Why do we even bother thinking about what a thought is? And you

2002-06-01T08:28:00.000-07:00

Soul I am truly passionate. Find your soul type at kelly.moranweb.com. You're excited about life and in touch with yourself and nature. Tell me, do I have this straight? Virtues: You appreciate humor like none other. Puns might even spark laughter in you (TEHY R FUNNI). You seek adventure and connection with your surroundings. You seek friends who will not only share laughs with you but

2002-06-01T07:59:00.000-07:00

Fire I got burnt when I went too near the fire. And within that flame laid a treasure. But I could not reach it. The crimson flames would just lick my fingers, much to the annoyance of my nervous system. Indeed, it was difficult to even touch the treasure, not to mention to retrieve it. So I ignored that artifact, and continued in my journey. But along the way, I encountered several similar

2002-05-31T18:11:00.000-07:00

Darkness I fell. I awoken in a dark, dark cold place where no one was. I was alone. I was terrified. But there was no one around to comfort me, to talk to me, or even hear me. I was alone.

2002-05-29T08:43:00.000-07:00

Illusions Many a time we see things which aren't really there. These are times when we see illusions. Sometimes, these things mean so much to us, that we are reluctant to disbelieve in it, and even when facts prove otherwise, we force ourselves to accept these images as the real thing. Self deceit. We treasure things close to our heart, and when we discover, much to our horror, that these things

2002-05-27T07:05:00.000-07:00

The Bell Phantom – He has arrived, In the shadows of The eternal night. He shall come by the Cloak of the night without Warning, And legends will be born.

2002-05-26T07:29:00.000-07:00

Patchwork 02 Patchwork is over. I enjoyed every bit of it, the preparation, the singing, dancing, acting and most importantly, being part of it. It has been a great experience. Working with the seniors has colourful, and working with the rest of Gracehaven has been rather great too. I don't know how the audience really felt throughout the whole event, but I can say, being part of the concert,

2002-05-18T08:31:00.000-07:00

On Myself Your view on yourself You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties. The type of girl/boyfriend you are looking for You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to

2002-05-17T07:26:00.000-07:00

Zebra Crossing A few boys came to a road, and since this was their time out on the streets as part of their excursion, they were very curious as to it's function. So they asked their teacher, in unison for the purpose of the area painted in alternating white lines. "Oh why, that's a zebra crossing! Motorists have to give way to pedestrians crossing the road. It gives the common pedestrian every

2002-05-16T07:27:00.000-07:00

Apples and Oranges The hovering master floated over to meet his new discipline, and boomed, "Hello, my son." Apparently, the young'un did not bring any gifts to appease his mentor, who would be instructing him in the ways of the magi. Thus, he became rather afraid of this terrible mage, who was reputed to be able to cast spells of utter destruction that could wreck havoc and terminate any form

2002-05-12T06:57:00.000-07:00

Evil Emotions You are 30% evil! [?] You're still on the good side of 50%, but you're gaining on it. You're not as good as you should be, but you're good ALMOST all of the time. There's only an occasional time when evil takes over you, but when it does... Find your emotion!

2002-05-12T06:42:00.000-07:00

Purple Water Fire blazes; the roofs crumble Doors locked and heavy, they Stand in your way. Headstrong You knock yourself against the flames, The window cracks and explodes. Wildly You run about the room trying to Escape from the fiery inferno; it torments Your soul that is trapped within your Body. You leave.

2002-05-10T07:31:00.000-07:00

Magi find your element at mutedfaith.com. <º>

2002-05-09T08:09:00.000-07:00

Struggle I've been struggling like a man over-ran by bullocks... I can't take F. Maths anymore... and Physics is simply a torture. My grades are terrible, and I can't even grapple with simple mathematics and physics. Help me someone? Please do! Where's the rope? Sigh. Choir's the reason for which I exist. And even if you don't know, and even if you don't like me, you should know that you're

2002-05-04T07:46:00.000-07:00

The Fields Are In the Clouds My God! I stumbled onto a broken wine glass today, It spelt a story of a broken heart, Of a broken relationship, A broken link. The hills were sympathetic, They cried for the glass. But splintered glass cuts and it Hurts. Ouch. The sky was empathetic, He poured a paint of colours Over the western horizon And lit the fields with a brillant Spectrum that hovered

2002-04-30T16:49:00.000-07:00

Paper He flipped the pages Open, Not daring to read the contents which he knew Would hurt his fragile heart He flipped the pages back and forth Looking for an answer He knew he couldn't Find. The pages were only paper.

2002-04-25T08:06:00.000-07:00

Logic Yesterday, the morning sky was blue. Today it was blue. What about tomorrow? Well, we cannot determine exactly the colour of the sky tomorrow. You see, we cannot confirm something until we actually pass through that event. So we will only know the colour of tomorrow's sky when we see the sky tomorrow.

2002-04-18T09:09:00.000-07:00

Fear of Loving Hurt. Again and again, so much so that he who calls himself Griever has trouble coping with his feelings. He wants to love and be loved, yet fears being rejected. He wants to give all in a intimate relationship, but is afraid that the deeper he goes into one, the more difficult for him to climb out and the more hurt he might be. Griever. He is hopelessly trying to climb out of

2002-04-12T09:21:00.000-07:00

Sleepiness I've been very tired for the past 2 weeks, and I don't know why. It justs takes the energy and life out of me, and I can do nothing but to succumb to the God of Sleep. Naps after naps, I wake up and I feel tired again. So I go back to sleep again. Then the whole process repeats itself, over and over again, so that life becomes a monotonous drawl of sleeping and awakening. Then

2002-04-07T07:48:00.000-07:00

Daddy - Sylvia Plath You do not do, you do not do Any more, black shoe In which I have lived like a foot For thirty years, poor and white, Barely daring to breathe or Achoo. Daddy, I have had to kill you. You died before I had time Marble-heavy, a bag full of God, Ghastly statue with one grey toe Big as a Frisco seal And a head in the freakish Atlantic Where it pours bean green over

2002-04-06T07:35:00.000-08:00

Computers and Science and Technology and What Not Well well we had some crappy Research Symposium in school today. Well I really have to agree with Benjamin, a waste of time it was. However there were some thought provoking issues brought up. In the future there may be computers which mimic the human mind so well, that it is able to interact directly with people, be able to recognise emotion,

2002-04-04T12:38:00.000-08:00

The Endless Which Member of the Endless Are You?

2002-03-30T07:17:00.000-08:00

Black No this is not a racist entry. Just that many of the things in life are actually black. While taking the MRT last Friday, I saw a lot of faces, and these faces gave me an inspiration to post something of substantial length on my blog. All the faces, I noticed, were not smiling. There was one person who was nearly crying, for some reasons which are unknown to me of course. But throughout

2002-03-22T07:50:00.000-08:00

To All It's really sad when you know after 3 months, you have to leave the friends around you. Well new friends they say, no doubt, I just hope I can stay.

2002-03-18T06:36:00.000-08:00

Ideal Religion Mainline to Liberal Christian Protestants Also sometimes referred to as secular, modern, or humanistic. This is an umbrella term for Protestant denominations, or churches within denominations, that view the Bible as the witness of God rather than the word of God, to be interpreted in its historical context through critical analysis. Examples include some churches within

2002-03-18T06:11:00.000-08:00

Love Sometimes a cruel world lashes out at you incessantly, and you cannot cannot stop it. You feel hapless and helpless, but you know you must be strong; you've got a life to live and a person to love.

2002-03-16T07:21:00.000-08:00

Torture - The Rack Victims are tied into you and stretched inch by agonizing inch, until they are either rent limb from limb or they confess. Or hey, maybe both. Not as bad as some people, someone tells you what you want to hear you'll feel better.What torture would you be?

2002-03-12T16:53:00.000-08:00

On D&D I Am A: Chaotic Good Elf Ranger Bard Alignment:Chaotic Good characters are independent types with a strong belief in the value of goodness. They have little use for governments and other forces of order, and will generally do their own things, without heed to such groups. Race:Elves are the eldest of all races, although they are generally a bit smaller than humans. They are generally

2002-03-10T08:09:00.000-08:00

Dreams I just woke up this afternoon from a dream, crying. And I really don't know why. I can't remember the dream, but I cried. I'm scared.

2002-03-02T08:38:00.000-08:00

Ocean The waves come crashing on the endless beach, The golden sand drifting away, It is all but a fleeting dream, And the fishes below the ocean swim. A storm ravages on the open sea, Swallowing a whole ferry and her crew, People yelling out for rescue, Yet the fishes below the ocean swim. The storm subsides, The water becomes calm once more, Something is wrong - is missing, Still the fishes

2002-02-24T07:42:00.000-08:00

Reminiscence We were tasked to write a poem out of a specific list of rhyming words during a practical criticism session. I wrote a poem with Yuankai, and I have decided to title it "Reminiscence". Under the eerie glow of moonlight, It shines as though in daytime And when all freezes on a winter night, The feeling - so sublime. It meanders through the banks, jaded. Who appreciates its gentle

2002-02-19T07:47:00.000-08:00

Reflections I'm tired, physically, mentally and spiritually... Why do we have to be born in the first place? To die in the end? If that's all, what is God's purpose? I hope I can find an answer soon, and I'll leave you all with a self-composed poem... if you think it's qualified to be one. Tired It opens with a sad old look, Closing on a decresendo, Burning and burning away the happy smiles

2002-02-11T08:36:00.000-08:00

02S63 I was walking along the stone path when something struck me on the head. Not a thought though. It was a paper plane. Unfolding the badly folded origami plane, I saw on the creased paper these few characters: G R E A T. Something struck me again. This time, it was a thought, a marvellous thought. What fitted the description of this word, so completely? And only one thing came to my mind;

2002-02-10T07:34:00.000-08:00

Alone Again I shall celebrate Valentine's with my great buddy loneliness, once again, like I've always done. I know loneliness like the back of my hand. Gosh, it's is such a great pal, with it around, you'll never need any other friend. I've known him since young and I'll probably know him till the end of time, and probably longer. Every year I search in vain, for someone to take my friend away,

2002-02-08T08:13:00.000-08:00

Fear Now what is fear? Is it that feeling that grips you when you are afraid, frightened? Is it the terror that strikes you when you become psychologically tormented? What is fear? That hysterical, insane laughter creeps softly into your mind whenever the word is mentioned. Is it so horrifying, that it puts prisoners into pain, and sends mortals into the deepest abyss of the dungeons? I really

2002-01-30T07:28:00.000-08:00

Goodbye to a Friend Goodbye. I never really understood you as a friend, much less an acquaintance. You liked to engage in intellectual, political and mystical discussions and comment on everything no other man would. You would criticise governments and politicians and talk about religion even. And you are David. I wish you all the best, I don't know if you'll ever get to read this, but I'm

2002-01-26T05:40:00.000-08:00

Writing Journals Many people have not been updating their blogs recently, nor even touched them for months. I just feel that this is so sad, for we lag on interesting news that might have happened lately. I guess everyone is too busy to really go online, much less to put something on their online journal. So here I am today, trying to think of something that is most uninteresting to post, in

2002-01-18T07:02:00.000-08:00

On Poetry I was tempted to follow Colin's style of naming my title that begins with "ON". I decided to do it. Anyway, I've just gotta share with everyone here a some words from a poem, The Beach by Ted Hughes: "It darkened a darkness darker." Isn't this great? And oh, though I'm in Science, I'm taking Lit. As well as Econs. Effectively taking only one Science subject.

2002-01-14T07:10:00.000-08:00

Vampires Have you ever heard from your superstitious parents/grandparents that a person who can live till a very old age does so at the expense of his/her children's mortality? I think I may have found the reason:- Psychic Vampyres by Everglais POSTED: 24 July 98 Although the word vampyre conjures up images of fanged, blood-thirsty monsters, their is another type of vampyre which is more