The man with thousand faces. Happiness, joy and kindness, positive faces that rules this land. The land known only to a handful. But the truth that lies behind it, Who actually knows? What lies behind the mask of these positiveness, the truth that lies beyond this unbreakable barrier, it still leaves untold.
Kindness begets kindness. Vengence begets vengence.
When then can this land be freed? The land that once prospered, now falls into ruins of hatred and death. The one stoping force that prevents the coming disaster. The tall, thick wall that can never be broken. Have this wall finally fall down upon this land? will the truth be kept away forever and be lost?
Happiness is sad. Sadness is Happy. What purposes does these fronts gift? An image of joy and fun, yet, nothing seems as it seems. Have this land finally devoured himself? Have this land finally give way to the scars and burns of time., Lost in the power of love and time as hatred consumes.
Now this man who bears the burdens of the land. The man with thousand faces.
The kingdom where truth's untold. The place where happiness stays front. This man of thousand faces now speaks of only hope. Kindness spills from this man. Kindness showered to the world, yet, the mask that hides the truth, still acts as the unbreaking force.
This land that's now finally broken. Finally broken free. But one question remain. What can this man do? The man who bears this burden. The man who holds the truth. The man who now rules the land. The man who hides this truth. The man with thousand faces. What can he do?
Saturday, March 31, 2007
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Money
'Money makes the world go round' <- very true.
The influence of money never fails to unreval the truth behind human nature. (selfish, self-centered, possessive and most importantly, greed)
Having read my dear Ms Meanie's blog, the conclusion where greed, being one of the 7 greatest sins, never fails its duty to disrupt.
never will there be suffice in a human's mind in monetary terms. Parents, Businesses, Friends and even yourself. When does ethnics, principles or just come into play when caught in a fork-road where riches and fame awaits?
Though not forgetting the importance of money, there must be a limit between need and greed. Why then should there be a government body control? why then should banks be involved? all for the sake of control. With money, comes control, comes power. So, if parents were giving us allowances for survival, yet, money comes from the companies and payrolls, which comes from the economy and government of the country which of course comes from the work and spendage of US (the youth), who then have control and power? within this mindless vicious cycle? who then should be the one applying pressure.
This wrath of nature, money, the ultimate tool for extermination yet, the necessary tool for survival. Has revolution finally take its toll back at us? Has the quick advancement of human beings failed it's initial objective? have life became better or worst compared to the stone age or olden days?
Money, the power to make the world go round.
The influence of money never fails to unreval the truth behind human nature. (selfish, self-centered, possessive and most importantly, greed)
Having read my dear Ms Meanie's blog, the conclusion where greed, being one of the 7 greatest sins, never fails its duty to disrupt.
never will there be suffice in a human's mind in monetary terms. Parents, Businesses, Friends and even yourself. When does ethnics, principles or just come into play when caught in a fork-road where riches and fame awaits?
Though not forgetting the importance of money, there must be a limit between need and greed. Why then should there be a government body control? why then should banks be involved? all for the sake of control. With money, comes control, comes power. So, if parents were giving us allowances for survival, yet, money comes from the companies and payrolls, which comes from the economy and government of the country which of course comes from the work and spendage of US (the youth), who then have control and power? within this mindless vicious cycle? who then should be the one applying pressure.
This wrath of nature, money, the ultimate tool for extermination yet, the necessary tool for survival. Has revolution finally take its toll back at us? Has the quick advancement of human beings failed it's initial objective? have life became better or worst compared to the stone age or olden days?
Money, the power to make the world go round.
Monday, March 26, 2007
explicit act of defiance
Ever wonder why teenagers are, defiant?
interesting question don't you think? But first,
To vivien: this following message is for you. i'm just feeling realy bored and decided to introduce you to the very little and dead audience of my blog. Mainly, just myself. Vivien, is a girl. She is 17 and thats all you should know.
Ok. That was just me being extremely lame at this moment.
Back to topic, Defiance comes in the growing stage of everyone. The 'need' to push your limits and explicitly, challenge rules and orders.
Be it good or bad, Teenagers these days have been clearly spoilt by their parents. Huge amount of allowance to spend, expensive and branded clothings and phones at ages as young as 8? Amazing how fast technology spoils the generations. Being brought up in this advanced and high technological era, kids these days have no idea what life is about. Without respect, honor, honesty and even courtesty, these are the ways children are being brought up by the society. Not at all blaming the lack of parental guidance but, majority of the kids these days refuse to step ot of their comfort zones to try and experience new things. This will in turn cause a major setback for a country's growth as who else can we rely on but the next?
'If the next generation is not better than the first, what aid have history and advancements give?' quoted by some french dude at a talk show long ago.
It is as he said, if we see a dying generation approaching, actions MUST be taken. Schools have to be stringent and strict, parents must know the need of letting them grow.
Hmm, just a really short entry today to vent my frustration upon seeing how rude and terrible the younger kids have become. Blantantly jumping queue and pushing the blame upon others, extensive usage of fantastic vocabulary (mainly vulagrity), uncouth and rowdy shoving and gestures. All happening at a shopping complex just because of a simple donut. What's so difficult with queueing up?
*sigh* perhaps its just the overly harsh me judging too much on them. Noone's perfect. Why try.
interesting question don't you think? But first,
To vivien: this following message is for you. i'm just feeling realy bored and decided to introduce you to the very little and dead audience of my blog. Mainly, just myself. Vivien, is a girl. She is 17 and thats all you should know.
Ok. That was just me being extremely lame at this moment.
Back to topic, Defiance comes in the growing stage of everyone. The 'need' to push your limits and explicitly, challenge rules and orders.
Be it good or bad, Teenagers these days have been clearly spoilt by their parents. Huge amount of allowance to spend, expensive and branded clothings and phones at ages as young as 8? Amazing how fast technology spoils the generations. Being brought up in this advanced and high technological era, kids these days have no idea what life is about. Without respect, honor, honesty and even courtesty, these are the ways children are being brought up by the society. Not at all blaming the lack of parental guidance but, majority of the kids these days refuse to step ot of their comfort zones to try and experience new things. This will in turn cause a major setback for a country's growth as who else can we rely on but the next?
'If the next generation is not better than the first, what aid have history and advancements give?' quoted by some french dude at a talk show long ago.
It is as he said, if we see a dying generation approaching, actions MUST be taken. Schools have to be stringent and strict, parents must know the need of letting them grow.
Hmm, just a really short entry today to vent my frustration upon seeing how rude and terrible the younger kids have become. Blantantly jumping queue and pushing the blame upon others, extensive usage of fantastic vocabulary (mainly vulagrity), uncouth and rowdy shoving and gestures. All happening at a shopping complex just because of a simple donut. What's so difficult with queueing up?
*sigh* perhaps its just the overly harsh me judging too much on them. Noone's perfect. Why try.
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Teenage behavior
a comment i heard just yesterday still lingers in my mind.
'you are so observant.'
my instant reaction was to give compliments to past job experiences. But the conversation follows where, 'most people think differently from us and thus makes us look so old.'
Now, this really drives me to blog about it.
The dying teenage generation.
Kids these days are overly dependant on the older generation. Being brought up in the modern era where technology becomes so advanced and fast, have everyone forgotten what they have gone through before technology bloomed?
For me, being brought up to think life must be earned does helps in my maturity stage. Having worked since secondary 3, i have picked up many skills such as communicating with proper manners and poising myself as a representative of my company. comparing this with what most kids nowadays does, you can see why this matter bugs me so much.
at any point of time, throughout places such as orcahrd road, arcades, theatres or even simply anywhere on the streets, you must have noticed the 'wide' vocabulary our youths have developed. the uncouth behavior, arrogant pampered attitude, vulgar disrepectful speech, these simply describes these youngsters that have failed to properly grow up according to the teachings of their families and schools. I must first explain that i am not discriminating kids with a lack of proper guidance from broken families or as a matter of fact, im not discriminating anyone. it just bugs me that youths that must carry the country forward and will soon and quick enough move into the adulthood are still lacking too much!
Just hoping that parents, teacher and peers plays their part and roles in ensuring these teenagers grow up soon and well enough to cope with what they can't seem to be able to. (adulthood)
'you are so observant.'
my instant reaction was to give compliments to past job experiences. But the conversation follows where, 'most people think differently from us and thus makes us look so old.'
Now, this really drives me to blog about it.
The dying teenage generation.
Kids these days are overly dependant on the older generation. Being brought up in the modern era where technology becomes so advanced and fast, have everyone forgotten what they have gone through before technology bloomed?
For me, being brought up to think life must be earned does helps in my maturity stage. Having worked since secondary 3, i have picked up many skills such as communicating with proper manners and poising myself as a representative of my company. comparing this with what most kids nowadays does, you can see why this matter bugs me so much.
at any point of time, throughout places such as orcahrd road, arcades, theatres or even simply anywhere on the streets, you must have noticed the 'wide' vocabulary our youths have developed. the uncouth behavior, arrogant pampered attitude, vulgar disrepectful speech, these simply describes these youngsters that have failed to properly grow up according to the teachings of their families and schools. I must first explain that i am not discriminating kids with a lack of proper guidance from broken families or as a matter of fact, im not discriminating anyone. it just bugs me that youths that must carry the country forward and will soon and quick enough move into the adulthood are still lacking too much!
Just hoping that parents, teacher and peers plays their part and roles in ensuring these teenagers grow up soon and well enough to cope with what they can't seem to be able to. (adulthood)
Saturday, March 17, 2007
Fantasia Chapter 1
'It was awesome! I must tell you. the heroes totally smashed those monsters leaving no mercy for them!' said the teenager of matured age, still excited by the tales and stories of fantasies and magic.
'You speak as though it was real. It is just some crazy story coming out from a crazy author's mind.' replied Seith's mum.
'But i swear it exists somewhere. Somewhere out there, there must be a place of magic, dragons, mysteries and tales of bravery and courage that never ends!'
'Yea, yea, but right now, you need to be in school. Off you go.'
This is the story of Seith. A teen who always believed in something more. Obsessed by the awe of legends and myths, living in a world of day-dreams with fantasies from books and television. But where the slamming of a wooden ruler on the table never fails to bring this wandering thinker back to class. Dear old, Mr stevensons. Form teacher of Seith's class.
This is a world where fantasies, dreams or tales of legends and myths never works. It's a world where money is the only thing that matters. The pressure of school, future and family never fails to rips even a young schooler such a Seith into helplessness.
Needing to catch a breather like all others, Seith's favorite hideout is the national state library couple of streets down. Running off as often as his could, he lands himself in a corner of the library burying his head into the piles of books he gathers. But the day is going to turn much different than his daily routine.
Running up the stairs with at least a dozen books in his hands, he slips and scatters them all over the stairway.
'Crap! great.' he exclaim as he picks them up one by one. But by chance, he notices the restricted zone of the library for once is open.
'Wow, awesome. The twin towers! Fidder's adventure of the 7seas! Oh man! The books here are the rarest ones ever!' Pumped up by the wide variety of the rarest, most valuable books ever, Seith falls trap to the temptation to read them all. But the presence of a different being finally makes him notice the old red dusty book at the far end of the shelf.
'Unlabelled. wonder what this book is about.' curious like all other teens, he opens the book unknowing the adventures and everthing that is going to change.
A bright beam of light shines directly into his eyes, blinding him for the mere seconds.
'ouch!' he reacts, 'What in the world!?'
The immediate change in environment and place scares even the most adventurous and daring out of their wits. Seith now finds himself in a total diffferent place. A desert, vast and empty, cold in the night with chilling winds that peirces into his thin clothing. Seith now finds himself in the adventure of Fantasia.
'You speak as though it was real. It is just some crazy story coming out from a crazy author's mind.' replied Seith's mum.
'But i swear it exists somewhere. Somewhere out there, there must be a place of magic, dragons, mysteries and tales of bravery and courage that never ends!'
'Yea, yea, but right now, you need to be in school. Off you go.'
This is the story of Seith. A teen who always believed in something more. Obsessed by the awe of legends and myths, living in a world of day-dreams with fantasies from books and television. But where the slamming of a wooden ruler on the table never fails to bring this wandering thinker back to class. Dear old, Mr stevensons. Form teacher of Seith's class.
This is a world where fantasies, dreams or tales of legends and myths never works. It's a world where money is the only thing that matters. The pressure of school, future and family never fails to rips even a young schooler such a Seith into helplessness.
Needing to catch a breather like all others, Seith's favorite hideout is the national state library couple of streets down. Running off as often as his could, he lands himself in a corner of the library burying his head into the piles of books he gathers. But the day is going to turn much different than his daily routine.
Running up the stairs with at least a dozen books in his hands, he slips and scatters them all over the stairway.
'Crap! great.' he exclaim as he picks them up one by one. But by chance, he notices the restricted zone of the library for once is open.
'Wow, awesome. The twin towers! Fidder's adventure of the 7seas! Oh man! The books here are the rarest ones ever!' Pumped up by the wide variety of the rarest, most valuable books ever, Seith falls trap to the temptation to read them all. But the presence of a different being finally makes him notice the old red dusty book at the far end of the shelf.
'Unlabelled. wonder what this book is about.' curious like all other teens, he opens the book unknowing the adventures and everthing that is going to change.
A bright beam of light shines directly into his eyes, blinding him for the mere seconds.
'ouch!' he reacts, 'What in the world!?'
The immediate change in environment and place scares even the most adventurous and daring out of their wits. Seith now finds himself in a total diffferent place. A desert, vast and empty, cold in the night with chilling winds that peirces into his thin clothing. Seith now finds himself in the adventure of Fantasia.
Angel's Words
An angel that brings warmth and provide shelter,
Rest assured this angel will stay.
In times of crisis and of pain,
Should burdens be too heavy or scars be too deep,
Also remember our promise that the angel will stay.
I vow that my love remains, for times to past and years to come.
Look always back into those times,
Of joy and happiness filled with honesty and gains.
Vie with the future to ensure the past shall stay for,
Everything that ever mattered may be gone far too soon in days.
Youths, adults or teenagers be the same,
Optimistism should have been the way.
Understand the meaning and reasons for the angel.
nothing else but you, is the sole reason that the angel remains.
Rest assured this angel will stay.
In times of crisis and of pain,
Should burdens be too heavy or scars be too deep,
Also remember our promise that the angel will stay.
I vow that my love remains, for times to past and years to come.
Look always back into those times,
Of joy and happiness filled with honesty and gains.
Vie with the future to ensure the past shall stay for,
Everything that ever mattered may be gone far too soon in days.
Youths, adults or teenagers be the same,
Optimistism should have been the way.
Understand the meaning and reasons for the angel.
nothing else but you, is the sole reason that the angel remains.
Killo-centric behavior
Question for ponder.
Does emotions play a part in making life tough?
many a times, people says life is tough, life is difficult, life is sad and so on..
does it occur to them, life is lived by themselves?
As many authors and famous rich men have said, you control your destiny and play the reposible role of molding them to whichever you wish.
So, heres my clash of thought. Why do some make their own lives more miserable than it should have.
Case study : 'Best friends for life' was the words this subjecct used. Alpha we shall name her. Does friendship last for life? or does friendship burns like a coal where it must end at a point. whichever the case, looking into our first subject of matter, a life that should be enough and satisfactory to many seems terrible and unbearable for Alpha.
perfectionist may be the cause of the high expectations and demands of 'better' yet there can be no better. who determines what's best or better or certainly even worst? is -1 the lowest possible number? or must there be a limit for universal control?
This leads to my topic, emotions. where emotions comes to place for Alpha, it always will be the sadness, disappointment and tears. The failure to meet expectations, the disappointment and tears that follows when things go wrong. But never once have life played the role of the devil. With one strike of evil, a resistance of good appears. The balance of nature. How bad can a situation be?
Quick thought for solutions here may just be the key for solving Alpha's problems. A blank piece of paper which represents your life be used here. a dot or dirt at any point may be the first thing that catches your eye. But observe closely and you might notice that this point is just a mere portion to the overall massive size of the paper compared. Again, how bad can a problem (dirt / point in this representation) be compared to what life is and what good that may follow. Blessings always comes in disguise.
With this, it miakes me wonder. the killo-centric behavior of mine. Does it have a better result? yet, who judges better from bad to good?
to a friend so far, so lost, so gone.
Does emotions play a part in making life tough?
many a times, people says life is tough, life is difficult, life is sad and so on..
does it occur to them, life is lived by themselves?
As many authors and famous rich men have said, you control your destiny and play the reposible role of molding them to whichever you wish.
So, heres my clash of thought. Why do some make their own lives more miserable than it should have.
Case study : 'Best friends for life' was the words this subjecct used. Alpha we shall name her. Does friendship last for life? or does friendship burns like a coal where it must end at a point. whichever the case, looking into our first subject of matter, a life that should be enough and satisfactory to many seems terrible and unbearable for Alpha.
perfectionist may be the cause of the high expectations and demands of 'better' yet there can be no better. who determines what's best or better or certainly even worst? is -1 the lowest possible number? or must there be a limit for universal control?
This leads to my topic, emotions. where emotions comes to place for Alpha, it always will be the sadness, disappointment and tears. The failure to meet expectations, the disappointment and tears that follows when things go wrong. But never once have life played the role of the devil. With one strike of evil, a resistance of good appears. The balance of nature. How bad can a situation be?
Quick thought for solutions here may just be the key for solving Alpha's problems. A blank piece of paper which represents your life be used here. a dot or dirt at any point may be the first thing that catches your eye. But observe closely and you might notice that this point is just a mere portion to the overall massive size of the paper compared. Again, how bad can a problem (dirt / point in this representation) be compared to what life is and what good that may follow. Blessings always comes in disguise.
With this, it miakes me wonder. the killo-centric behavior of mine. Does it have a better result? yet, who judges better from bad to good?
to a friend so far, so lost, so gone.
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