unique solution?Tuesday, February 27, 2007
In many cases, there are many explanations/solutions to a single event/problem. just take the case of "why did the chicken cross the road?" If you were curious and googled this, you would find overwhelming range of explanations by different people.
Why Did I Cross The Road? Well, you certainly won't be amazed by that since it isn't the work of mine so I shall attempt to do an adaptation of the chicken story.'
The question here is whether what goes around comes back around?
My version of answer would be something like this: According to popular economics, this may certainly be the case and it can be represented by the circular flow of karma, as adapted from
circular flow of income. When one commits acts of sin, this can be counted as withdrawal of good karma. When one commits acts of kindness, this can be conisdered as injection of good karma. Therefore, if withdrawal is not met with the same magnitude of injection, then one will have bad (negative) karma, and God shall punish you! If injection > withdrawal, one will have good (positive) karma, and God shall reward you!So what goes around comes back around.
However, there are several assumptions to take note:
1. Good karma is awarded when acts of kindness is committed, and converse is true.
2. The original karma that one started with at time of birth is equal to 0.
3. God exist in the universe.
My solution would be completely different from others, who can offer another explanation. For example, Justin Timberlake would just say,
"I thought I told ya, hey." And George Bush will talk to you about Terrorism and the Iraq War. And Hutu will tell you about the story of cockroaches, how "one cockroach can start an infestation.", and their hatred with Tutsi.
Morale of story? There are just so many solutions to a problem. Don't be afraid to find out your own. For all you know, it could be even better than the conventional ones. =)
silent whispers.Wednesday, February 14, 2007
creeping behind the shadows, the cryptic voice exerted its influence. speaking in strings of incongruous language, the corrupting tongue contaminated the mind. treacherous words aggravated extreme feelings of vexation and
infuriation. the delicate mind is frail and fragile. as such, it is extremely vulnerable to such insidious taunts, which potentially sets off catastrophic disaster. yet, one can only blame himself for succumbing to these disturbing voices for their own soul could not hold firm in the face of such
illusionary sentiments. if only one has the ability to sensibly judge justice from injustice, right from wrong, reality from illusion, then can he truly shake free from the vice-like grip of the misleading voice.
story of ctrl + alt + delSunday, February 11, 2007
for those faithful readers, you would notice that this is a recycled entry from my old blog. it's too good an article to chuck it somewhere in the old archive so here goes:
ctrl + alt + del = shut down
the story of CTRL
slowly but definitely. silently but unfortunately. the bare essence of control is slipping away from my vice-like grip. for a individual that prides himself for his composure, his flexible, astute and sagacious thinking, this is equivalent to a forceful punch,coupled with menancing knuckle-duster, on his fragile torso. This is almost akin to a fatal thrust that leaves a deep gash that even time couldn't simply erase nor eradicate. and all this, is the exact unequivocal pain that i'm feeling. the feeling that doesn't usually occurs but nonetheless difficult to avoid. There is no escape. I'm sure that many other individuals would have felt the same excruciating suffering, the tribulation of being helpless or even hopeless. As quick as required of a swirl of the conical flask in titration, i have suddenly found myself casted into an atramentous, shadowy, and clouded world, a unchartered territory. this isn't really unexpected. In other words, I had forecasted it based on my limited knowledge. As this murky future charges towards me like a bull charging towards his gladiator, all that I'm doing is cowering like a loser, accepting the certain fate that awaits, beckons and belongs to me.
the story of ALT
life is concrete. Strong, hard, and difficult to destroy. Yet its fragile in the face of violent nature; helplessly rooted to a building as a class 5 hurricane approaches with a sickening spin. as i alternate between my present and my past, i can't help but reflect on the wide differentials and sharp turning points of my life. If my complicated life could be plotted in similary ways of a overly-simplified function graph, there would no doubt as to the no. of turning points. past mistakes are forgotten, committed, and regretted. Yet this causal nexus repeats itself all over again akin to vicious cycle, and i find myself back to ground 0 or rather catch-22. a lose-lose situation arising from the failure to accept mistakes, the failure to learn from mistakes, the failure of being a failure. swearing no longer works. promises are just weaves of poorly-patched lies concealing a explicit truth. and this truth will continue to plague me like a scourge until it makes or breaks me.
the story of DEL
life sucks now. it sucks energy, enthusiasm and time off my youthful spirit. until i am left with a hollow shell to cover my truly ugly nakedness, and to lie in eternity without any ounce of strength as to make a struggle. all this to happen after fighting for every second, making every effort or action,... this is such a waste. if people could know his/her sorry fate the moment a sperm successfully destroys the protective protein coating and invades into the egg, many would have chosen to forfeit their life to save the trouble. Just this once, i wish that i could delete my life and be reborn. Or to delete the unpleasant memories. But wish only exists in the most far-fetched, improbable or outlandish Marchen, specially written for weaklings and nerds. and this, i do not belong.
so when the story of CTRL, the story of ALT and the story of DEL intersects at a common point, life comes to abrupt halt; like in a computer; with a click, it shuts down. with a slash, life shuts down. :/
lady luckSunday, February 04, 2007
Lady luck smiled on me that day when i stumbled across a group of SMU cheerleaders getting their act together. Apart from having (S) figures that every girl will strive for, or rather every guy will die for, they displayed something more special than what their physical appearance suggest.
There's something about cheerleaders that attract people. It's not just their pleasant voices which is capable of lifting fatigue and driving their team forward. And it's definitely not just their attire or the gravity-defying acts of throwing girls into the air. It's the confidence that they display which makes them special. It's the X-factor which makes them so popular. And it's the tenacity they exhibit which makes cheerleaders so mesmeric. (or tantalizing to scherzo. /quote"slurp")
confidence is beautiful? perhaps.
beautiful is being confident;as the cheerleaders taught me.
