--v--<@ A flower that grows despite cement holes @>--v--
writer's bug
Tuesday, April 19, 2005
dunno why
but caught the writer's bug.
the influx of inspiration is making me wild.
read this on my friend's blog... (kudoz to justin!)
"Everywhere I turn, I am told that there is light at the end of the tunnel. That is undoubtedly true, for tunnels must lead somewhere. It is only now that this light is visible, and it is inevitable that the realist who inhabits some musty corner of my consciousness clears his throat and suggests that the light, while representative of hope, could be the harbinger of darker times. It would be foolish, of course to pay this cantankerous has-been any attention. To be realistic, or to temper our thoughts and emotions with any degree of realism, is to fall prey to that great bane of great men: despair.
Tunnels are by definition longer than they are wide."
I don't know if it's an optimistic or pessimistic angel of his talking, perhaps the cantankerous side of him must end off the last line...
If we are meant to see light at the end of the tunnel, then it means no tunnel has a dead end... but if the tunnel is sealed? or the light at the tunnel leads to a deadly drop? Does these possibilities stop the realistic from burrowing the tunnel? and to sit down and cry over its lost cheese? And never find out the possibility of finding light at the end of the tunnel?
Renee Chua A flower that refuses to let the cement close in on her... she fights her way through to fight for her rights to sunshine and rain...yet never lose her beauty to the weather...
Likes: Humanity
Jazz, new age, alternative, acid jazz, soft rock music
Watch and read a good play
Direct and act in a few excellent plays
Photography
Designing
A good hearty laugh
Dislikes: Snobs and bitches (same category)
Those who just wanna make life difficult for others
Drivers who can't make up their mind which lane to drive on
The self contradicting systems in my country
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writer's bug
Tuesday, April 19, 2005
dunno why
but caught the writer's bug.
the influx of inspiration is making me wild.
read this on my friend's blog... (kudoz to justin!)
"Everywhere I turn, I am told that there is light at the end of the tunnel. That is undoubtedly true, for tunnels must lead somewhere. It is only now that this light is visible, and it is inevitable that the realist who inhabits some musty corner of my consciousness clears his throat and suggests that the light, while representative of hope, could be the harbinger of darker times. It would be foolish, of course to pay this cantankerous has-been any attention. To be realistic, or to temper our thoughts and emotions with any degree of realism, is to fall prey to that great bane of great men: despair.
Tunnels are by definition longer than they are wide."
I don't know if it's an optimistic or pessimistic angel of his talking, perhaps the cantankerous side of him must end off the last line...
If we are meant to see light at the end of the tunnel, then it means no tunnel has a dead end... but if the tunnel is sealed? or the light at the tunnel leads to a deadly drop? Does these possibilities stop the realistic from burrowing the tunnel? and to sit down and cry over its lost cheese? And never find out the possibility of finding light at the end of the tunnel?
