Everyone knows that age-old saying
"Love makes the world go round"
Its amazingly true
Probably alot more than you think

Why was the world created?
Because of God's love

Why were humans created
Once again, because of God's love

Why are countries created?
For the love of the world

Why are governments created?
For the love of the country

Its amazing isn't it?
The power of love

Why this human emotion?
What is it about this emotion that is the driving point behind stories?
I mean, you hear of love stories, but you dont hear of happiness stories?
Because this is the most mysterious of all emotions
The most epic of all emotions

What is it about love that all humans seem to be drawn towards?
This is my theory
Its the beauty of it
The beauty of love that exists only in the hearts of the one with love
I'm willing to call it the most beautiful thing on earth

Accept the beauty around you
Embrace it
Lose yourself in it
Soak in it
Because thats what God intended

I think God's greatest gift, other than Jesus, was love.

Below the surface
Under the mask
Thats where to look for the true soul of a person

Sometimes you have to dig deeper.
You have to hear, not just listen
You have to see, not just look

You need to know their real feelings
Their real character
How they act when no one's around
Thats all that counts.

Dont worry, I'll lay off mr. rainbow

I hope you'll like this new blogskin
Comes straight out of the lyrics from "The Phantom Of The Opera" from the "Masquearade" scene.
Have fun.

I worry just as much as you

You know, its amazing how much anger can be created from the smallest actions.
An insulting word.
A careless kick.
A mistimed smirk.
Can start off a wonderful chain reaction which leaves you with another wonderful emotion.
Anger.

But so what about getting angry?
We all do.
Its just another state to get past
Another moment we should let Father Time take

A simple answer to defusing anger right?
Wrong.
The thing is, when we're angry, we dont WANT the anger to go away
We want the rage to continue.
We like the feeling we have

In our anger
we often do things we regret
But in that moment we perform that action
we dont care do we?
At that moment its just a form of revenge
Of getting back at the person
Vengeance, my friends
Is the bane of anger.

It consumes us.
Grows on inside of us
Like a slow moving poison
That creeps into our lives
And yet
While under the effects of this poison
we want more

My solution?
Deal with it early.
Get it out of your system.
Go do what you need to
Kick something
Scream at something
Rant your head off to a friend
Or, do what I do and blast music till your eardrums are in pieces.
Whatever you want
Just get rid of it
Fast.

Oh yea, and remember
The angry die faster.

As with the change to holidays, I have decreed to change my blogskin... when I get off my fat little chair and decide to.

forgive the burst of posts but having so much intense free time and reading so much has caused me much thought. I now leave you with this poem.

The boy stood on the edge of the cliff
Glancing down at the sea below
The waves crashed down on the many rocks
as they did oh so long ago

The thoughts ran through his head again
Of the day that went awry
The crimson blood that flowed from wounds
The wounds that had caused her to die

The tears, they came all over again
As bad as the day it happened
What was the point of living
When your world was so disheartened

The smart part emerged again
From the locked corner of his mind
"Would this be what she wanted
What her wandering spirit would find?"

"This gnawing pain inside my heart
It just doesnt go away."
"Even if you had a choice, dear boy
You'd remember her everyday."

And so he debated inside his mind
Against the tiny voice
The voice was like the rocks below
Fighting on without a choice

Eventually the boy caved in
And walked away from the cliff
Not knowing the huge consequences
if he had jumped off it.

Made entirely by me.
I nearly felt the urge to put a copyright symbol on it
O.o

Labels: poem

Change
A week till school closes for this year.
Days since the P6's came rushing into Ignyte doors.
Months till I well and truly become 13
Even More months till I well and truly become Sec 2.

Change
Its everywhere isnt it?
In the bark of the trees, that get older and older.
In the feathers of a bird, which will eventually fall off.
In the light of the sun, rising over the world.

Change
My father quoted some guy, saying "Change is the only constant."
And it is
It never stops
Even when you die.
It still goes on.

Change
It scares me
It honestly does
I like routine
I like safe
I like familiarity
But thats not how the world works does it?

Change
What happens when you fear something like that?
You run?
No. Its everywhere. You can't run from something you're stuck in
Deny it?
Thats what most people do
But you can't do that forever.
Little things will creep in while you're not looking.

Change
So what can you do?
The only option left open to you
That is the one we all eventually choose.
We accept it.
We acknowledge its existance and move on
Thats what to do.

Today manage to overflow the usual limit to the amount of fun I can have in a day.
I would advice everyone to watch the movie "The Prestige" Its definately going to blow your mind away. Or, at least, make you commend Hugh Jackman's/Christian Bale's acting. Good movie.

Botanic Gardens... well... I'll leave for other blogs to describe.
I'll just pray the wrong pictures dont make their way to other blogs...

Amazing how almost everything we do in our lives is unconcious.
The way our hands know exactly where the door knob is without having to look.
Unconciously
How you take steps. You fall and your leg unconciously moves in time to move forward
Unconciously
Its how you manage to call a person by the wrong name. Because you unconciously seem to use that name more often than others.
Unconciously
Thats how.

Deserving quote of the day:
"What the hell are we doing playing tai di in botanic gardens?!?!"
--David

When I was a young boy,
My father took me into the city
To see a marching band.

He said, "Son when you grow up,
would you be the saviour of the broken, the beaten and the damned?"
He said "Will you defeat them,
your demons, and all the non believers, the plans that they have made?"
Because one day I'll leave you,
A phantom to lead you in the summer,
To join the black parade."

When I was a young boy,
My father took me into the city
To see a marching band.
He said, "Son when you grow up,
would you be the saviour of the broken, the beaten and the damned?"

Sometimes I get the feeling she's watching over me.
And other times I feel like I should go.
And through it all, the rise and fall, the bodies in the streets.
When you're gone we want you all to know.

We'll carry on,
We'll carry on
And though you're dead and gone believe me
Your memory will carry on
We'll carry on
And in my heart I can't contain it
The anthem won't explain it.

A woman sends you reeling from decimated dreams
Your misery and hate will kill us all.
So paint it black and take it back
Lets shout it loud and clear
Defiant to the end
We hear the call

To carry on
We'll carry on
Though you're dead and gone believe me
Your memory will carry on
We'll carry on
And though you're broken and defeated
Your weary widow marches
On and on we carry through the fears
Ooh oh ohhhh

Disappointed faces of your peers
Ooh oh ohhhh
Take a look at me cause I could not care at all

Do or die
You'll never make me
Because the world, will never take my heart
You can try, you'll never break me
You want it all, you wanna play this part
I won't explain or say I'm sorry
I'm unashamed, I'm gonna show my scar
Give a cheer, for all the broken
Listen here, because it's only you
I'm just a man, I'm not a hero
I'm just a boy, who's meant to sing this song
I'm just a man, I'm not a hero
I -- don't -- care

We'll carry on
We'll carry on
Though you're dead and gone believe me
Your memory will carry on
You'll carry on
And though you're broken and defeated
Your weary widow marches on
We'll carry on
We'll carry on
We'll carry on
We'll carry
We'll carry on
(Do or die, you'll never make me
Because the world, will never take my heart
You can try, you'll never break me
You want it all, you wanna play this part)

--The Black Parade by My Chemical Romance

He said, "Son when you grow up,
would you be the saviour of the broken, the beaten and the damned?"
He said "Will you defeat them,
your demons, and all the non believers, the plans that they have made?"

The wishes of a father that almost always seem to be too great, too high. Unreachable...

I want to be back on that slope
looking into the sky
with the sole knowledge of happiness

I was contemplating a place to list all the webcomics I read so I dont have to keep staring at the computer trying desperately to remember them. So I decided to add it to the links section

Newest random word: Shmeep
dont ask me how to pronouce it

Its amazing how everyone seems to find a pronunciation for "Krantol" even though I dont have an "official" one.

The only reason im posting randomness is so I dont have to face reality.

It begins as a random thought. A wonderment of what could be. Then it grows to a possibility that should not happen. Then comes the paranoia, the thinking: what if it does happen?

Thus it grows within us. Larger and larger each time. This worry of things.

Why?

Why even bother worrying about things that will probably not happen?

Perhaps because we can't help it. Our rational minds refuse to see the sensible unless there is a resistance. Because we all believe in some form of balance.

Cryptic.

*note*
Claiming my right as a rational human being capable of speech, I will now rant out into a post that I will most likely delete the next time I care to view my blog.

I sat on this beach of mine and pondered once more
gazed upon the vasty blue ocean
thinking... mind drifting...
what makes a man?
his actions?
his thoughts?
what makes a man
but the different parts of his being


my evil side
my good side
my egoistical side
my humble side
my intellectual side
my immature side
my insane side
my depressed side

they
make
me
who
I
am

am I to reject that?


Act 2 Scene 2 of Hamlet
Polonius defines the stages of madness

1. Depression
2. Loss of Appetite
3. Insomnia
4. Feebleness
5. Delirium
6. Raving Madness.

Doing reckless things is very easy. All it takes is a reason good enough. From then, the person doing it will simply push aside all reasoning, all understanding, all logical thinking, simply to get the task done. The method is simple: Do first, regret later.

I admit to having done reckless things. I mean, everyone has. Its a spur of moment, a flash of thought, a released craving. We can't help it. Its our instinct. When we want something, truly want something, we will go to any means to get it. Sometimes, we even break our own morals.

Animal instinct. Its amazingly linked to recklessness. Any creature capable of thought, on any scale, has one simple rule on which others are based upon: do anything to survive. Bacteria, they will throw out DNA thats not needed when forced to compete to survive. It just happens.

Maybe animal instinct is what drives us to ignore others, to make ourselves happier, to ensure we dont get hurt again. But thats not how the world works, is it? We have to make sacrifices, sacrifices for others, to ensure their happiness. From there, we can get a different sense of happiness. A different kind, but a better one nonetheless.

"Think about it."

People often believe I have no stress over exams largely due to my slackish attitude to the general idea of studying. This is untrue. I do get stressed just I react to it differently compared to others. No idea how, I just do. An example is of me getting uberhigh, which Vera, Ervin and Aik leng can all testify to.

I'm feeling a little weirded out from studying. I don't enjoy studying and thus, I dont study alot.

With full knowledge of my procrastinating from studying, I get the feeling of a deer. To be more specific, a deer standing in the middle of the road with a car beeping, headlights blinding my eyes. I get the feeling something bad's gonna happen.