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This is gonna be my year Seize the moment. |
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An essential characteristic of the superhero mythology is, there's the superhero, and there's the alter ego. Batman is actually Bruce Wayne, Spider-Man is actually Peter Parker. When he wakes up in the morning, he's Peter Parker. He has to put on a costume to become Spider-Man. And it is in that characteristic that Superman stands alone. Superman did not become Superman, Superman was born Superman. When Superman wakes up in the morning, he's Superman. His alter ego is Clark Kent. His outfit with the big red "S", that's the blanket he was wrapped in as a baby when the Kents found him. Those are his clothes. What Kent wears, the glasses, the business suit, that's the costume. That's the costume Superman wears to blend in with us. Clark Kent is how Superman views us. And what are the characteristics of Clark Kent? He's weak, he's unsure of himself... he's a coward. Clark Kent is Superman's critique on the whole human race. -Bill
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Essence of love in this word what i mean, nature of two, of a dove, the love can never be seen. Presence of touch in the palm of your hand, Thank you - a word, not a meaning in full,
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Whoa! I can't contemplate that it has been 13 weeks since i've been enlisted to raven coy platoon 2. Now at the end of it all i finally understnd why consensus states that BM?T is the most fun n memorable experience. I'm really gona mizz the people, no the brothers of raven 2. Sure I've set goals for myself during BMT but failed to realise them, it doesn't matter anymore now coz I've been enlightened. We cannot be strong all the time, there are times when we HAVE to be weak. GOSH! I still can't believe it! 13 weeks gone juz lyk dat, I know I'm repeating myself but the fact of the matter still remain. Apart from my transition into a trainnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnned soldier, my a lvl results wasn't a cause for celebration. In fact it was a thorn in the leg for me, on the one hand I wana rejoice at my completion of BMT but on the other hand I have to worry about my future. You see the dilemma I'm in. Life is so complicated..ARGH!!! Well at least my graduation ceremony was graced by our very own PM Lee, now how many people can tell you that. All right its time for this private to 'book out' from this site. Btw i'll be posting my GP pics at http://www.imagestation.com/album/pictu
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Alright I caught this mungent show on the 2nd day of CNY and this particular phrase caught my attention, "To have been in so much pain when your heart is broken, there must have been a lot of happiness to begin with". Hmmm I dunoe la but I think its quite true..LOL. Btw I'm going back camp thurs night, won't be booking out this sat due to the SIT-Test(Situational Test). Something I've been looking forward to. It's a test design for you to show how capable you are at being a commander. Obviously I have to 'wayang' abit during the test, even my sir said so hahahahaha. Well we'll see how it goes, but before that I will be playing soccer with my platoon mates tomorrow morning then off to marcus house at night to enjoy free food WOOOHOOO!!!! So for now ADIOS AMIGOS!
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Woohoo bak frm field camp, weeeeeeeee!!! I muz say field camp wasn't dat bad, not much tekan'ing' frm our comnders, mayb scared we fall out. Even without the tekan'ing', many fallout..haiz.Alrite I shall conclude operation blairwitch project a success, for more of my escapades u can visit the link below. During field camp i dug my own grave, literally. Nights spent in the blistering cold was a norm. Days went by wit lectures and training which was boring on my part. The only thing I was looking forward to was firing e blanks, woohooo!!! Airplane drill was exceptionally fun, u get 2 waste ur blanks shooting like rambo while lying on e ground whoa!! Well on a lighter note, I dun hav guard duty!!!! GOD is fair heeee. I shall keep e juicy parts 4 later, tym 2 head out n enjoy e loong weekend!!! To all u mungnts HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR, GONG XI FA CAI ANG BAO NA LAI!!!! http://www.imagestation.com/album/pictu
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And so it continues. From where the stark-paper white pages of sour crisp fragrance has been left off; I have begun to write in my handwritten journal, once again. Furiously now, writing and writing furiously. Of each and every individual who mattered and matters, whom I hold close to my heart; of every little riot and events that have been a part in shaping the boy I am today. Like I knew something is going to happen. In time, everything will fade. But I just want to write. Furiously now, writing and writing furiously. Like I knew something is going to happen
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Agent Smith: Why, Mr. Anderson? Why do you do it? Why get up? Why keep fighting? Do you believe you're fighting for something? For more that your survival? Can you tell me what it is? Do you even know? Is it freedom? Or truth? Perhaps peace? Yes? No? Could it be for love? Illusions, Mr. Anderson. Vagaries of perception. The temporary constructs of a feeble human intellect trying desperately to justify an existence that is without meaning or purpose. And all of them as artificial as the Matrix itself, although only a human mind could invent something as insipid as love. You must be able to see it, Mr. Anderson. You must know it by now. You can't win. It's pointless to keep fighting. Why, Mr. Anderson? Why? Why do you persist? Neo: Because I choose to. I am 'The One'
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As I leaf again and again through the pages of crisp white of my fabric-black hand-written journal, it struck me just how much poignance I possess deep inside of me; that it breaths life into my writing, from the elusive chambers and fleeting imagination in my mind and the incomprensible yet all-too-familiar ache in my heart. The words athwart the sour-crisp, immature pages stared back at me like a familiar, old friend from out of nowhere at all; out of eternity and out of my head. I am an intrinsic, imaginary writer and poet of sorts - a wisp of complexities in the shape of a boy. Yet a poor writer, I confess I am. And how my immortal dream never dies - black and white, cigar and brown leather, yellowing pages from the faithful Underwood, nineteenth century reverie. I long to touch - time. Alas, these words are mine. I am a simple boy who dreams of a crazy and beautiful love (of a lifetime, no less). And so it is, that I am not quite the web of complexities and intricacies those of you conjure up, in the chambers of your minds.
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whoa! 1st time writing in so listen up. It has now been 1 month 2 weeks since i've been enlisted in2 NS at tekong. Attached 2 raven coy 4D no. 2401, better go and buy cnfrm win!. Anyways, I muz say that NS life is far better then wat i expected. Welfare seems to b e buzzword nowadays hahaha. Thre is tis srgnt dat reminded me of my days in NCC during my sec days. It juz occured 2 me how much poignance i hav juz 2 b bak to e regimentation in NS. shall not dwell in2 dat, hee. Oh yeah i learn a new term, "wayang"(pretentious,ostentatious or in laymen's term showy). on a another notec omanders are humans too, at e end of e day, dey hav a family, frens etc to return to. i dun c e point in setting up a barrier btwn e recruits n e comanders. luckily my comanders aren't dat bad, they realise thres a time 2 b frens n a time 2 b serious whch is cool, i dun noe abt PS1 hahaha. well its gona b a long week ahead, wont b booking out tis coming week, we r goin in2 e jungle, operation 'Blairwitch Project' WOOHOO!! and b4 dat live-range, hope my training in NCC won't go 2 waste. Oh yeah i hav guard duty on CNY, sigh! alright keep ya updated, peace out!
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