Question of the day:

Is it okay to dream even if they'll never realise?

Merry Christmas world!

TIME

You know that line about time being priceless,

Its true.

I have lots of time,

But

I can't sell them for money.

Harmonica, the voice of my choice

soft yet bold

subtle yet alluring

cold yet warm

such a small instrument yet with a large capacity

its classic acoustic tone flushes into our empty souls

comes alive with every breath

with emotions it sings with its timeless vocal cords

like a journey back in time,

what a time machine indeed

within that 14 inch, it is free to roam

a voice haunted by a blue phantom ..

sunday blues?

And so we ran Blindly

towards the Edge

If the earth is flat, what's on the other side?

you can say that again.....

question of the day: why did the chicken cross the road?

by ezekiel: to get to the other side.

by long cheng: it is driven by its desire.

by wei zhong: it didn't wanna live anymore.

question of the day: how easy is it to forget what you remember?

FEAR

Paralysing,
Petrifying

A shroud of shadow lies beyond
Fortifying freedom up till dawn
Blinding valour, breeding cowardice

The uncertainty haunts you,
The same way curiosity does,
Like a sadistic game of pain.

Its is a funny emotion to be in
For what is fear is fear itself.

day 9
round 10
location: Pioneer junior college hall
time: 0800 hrs

long cheng vs Physics Paper 3

match point

Crocodile hunting. A passion to die for

wow! somebody like my blog..

"patience has its limits. Take it too far, and it's cowardice."

George Jackson (1941 - 1971)

Here comes the time of our life. Time to do IT!

Admit it.

Come on, don't be shy.

Its really ok to let everyone know.

Everyone's doing it anyway.

So say it LOUDLY! And PROUDLY!

I'm a MUGGER and i'm PROUD!!!

"what is today's fruit is nothing but yesterday's perseverance

and

what is tomorrow's victory is nothing but today's sweat"

Alright, I guess I've gone missing for quite a long time.
Time for the writer to get back to his paper. Like all great writers, this blog shall be written in black ink. Of course not literally,( no you can't just write on your monitor and wait allow them to sort of dissolve in it. No way! Not yet)

True Nature

Have you ever notice how blue the skies are? Or how green are those patches of grass? Nature's so amazing. Just leave it to nature and everything will go just fine. It seems like its some auto mode set by god or something. Everything just fits so nicely into each other, like gears in a gearbox. Life and death are all part of nature.

But if nature's the gearbox, then what's it driving then. I guess that's the question everyone seeks, the purpose of life. On days which I somehow got the urge to have a long ride home via the bus 176, I never fail to notice that banner outside a church, " why on earth am I here" followed by "40 (or is it 30)days of purpose."

From my point of view, we have deviated far from the natural ways of life. Why are we humans bestowed with the special gift to develop into a highly organized spices. Through evolution, we have advance greatly. Not only in intelligence, but also up the food chain. We built, destroy and create. Is this change still part of nature?

Will we still be part of nature? Or are we just beings living in this planet and the planet's just being our playing field where we are all tested upon through trials so as to advance to a greater level in our afterlife? I guess that's what life is all about.

Education section:

The blue sky is a result of a physical phenomenon called Rayleigh scattering that causes light to scatter when it passes through particles that have a diameter one-tenth that of the wavelength (color) of the light. Sunlight is made up of all different colors of light, but because of the elements in the atmosphere the color blue is scattered much more efficiently than the other colors.

The green colour of the grass is actually caused by the green pigment call chlorophyll which takes part in a very important role in producing food for the plant in order to stay alive in a process called photosynthesis.

What is loneliness?

Loneliness is emptiness

Why are you so hollow?
Why am i so hollow?

What can you do?
What can i say?

Do nothing say nothing

For nothingness is emptiness
And emptiness is loneliness


A dedication to milton and all loners out there

My question of the day: How green is the grass on the other side?

by Ezekiel: "its only as green as you think it is"

Here it comes, my last june holidays. I'm gonna miss you when you're gone.

Get up. Gear up. Get even.

A plain piece of paper is the best piece of art if you ask me.

if there's anything better than that, it has to be utter emptiness.

(can you guage how my inner world is like by reading this?)

Man..

These few weeks are some stressfull days

i feel restricted, how i wish i could break free into the
wild again. But then again, ain't i already free? People say that
i think too much. I say, they think i think too much. Maybe i am, but
then again maybe i'm not. What can i say? Humans are complex animals. Their
brain, a breakthrough from instincts to thinking abilities. Question ourselves,
our actions.

Bowling for me has become a tool in the cometition for
pride and confidence, not longer a sport for which i bowl to have fun. I am
a gladiator. No longer a swift swordsman that i yearn to be.

May time slows down for us to appreciate the beauty of the
world. A short lived momentary paradise.

"I'm no hot-dog eating champion. Just a hot-dog connoisseur."