Run.
forget what i wrote. its all lost to nothingness now.
a thousand curses to blogger.
if anything, remember this-
cholerism is inborn into all men, be it power-hungriness or simple mastery of an art. like it was once sung 4 years ago 'i want it that way'. the Time Machine, albeit a plot that edwin heng would have failed miserably, illustrated this point. the guy who invented the time machine did so in a quest to bring his fiance back to life. when he couldnt change the past, he ventured into the future to find possible answers. due to some suppossed screw up, he landed himself 80000 years into the future. no i didnt get the figure wrong. the show actually meant 80 000 years later. anywz, the point is, he was confronted as someone who used science to attempt to gain dominion of mankind. afterall, if one can change the past, one can cause a million different re-actions, so says the chaos theory as ellucidated by 'a sound of thunder'. to a certain extent, we all do want to change things to turn our way, for our good, to our benefit. and we can do many a manipulative things to achieve that.
even my longing to run away from everything and start anew is not far from this principle. this is humanly impossible. you cant start a new life with a fresh record like they proposed in the matrix. a dream of doing so is in like manner an attempt to gain dominion of mankind. to reboot the world as when one so desires.
wasnt that totally illogical. probably. like i promised, i was to write about something pessimistic concernign the number 73, but since that feeling is very much expired, i shall postpone any reflection to it. looks like i still havent learnt to hand in my work on time.
before i end off, let me close all ends to the metopher. oh the brilliance of me. yeah right. it wouldn be so without kevyn and mark's response. here it is as written on october 11th.
cant copy the darn thing. nvrm.
to bed i shall go now. this is one entry, together with those written during my early blogging months, i dont want to remember, yet it is here for my fossil records. to laugh at myself when no1's looking, to ressurect feelings of old, to pen down all that twirls within hte helm of my mind.
a thousand curses to blogger.
if anything, remember this-
cholerism is inborn into all men, be it power-hungriness or simple mastery of an art. like it was once sung 4 years ago 'i want it that way'. the Time Machine, albeit a plot that edwin heng would have failed miserably, illustrated this point. the guy who invented the time machine did so in a quest to bring his fiance back to life. when he couldnt change the past, he ventured into the future to find possible answers. due to some suppossed screw up, he landed himself 80000 years into the future. no i didnt get the figure wrong. the show actually meant 80 000 years later. anywz, the point is, he was confronted as someone who used science to attempt to gain dominion of mankind. afterall, if one can change the past, one can cause a million different re-actions, so says the chaos theory as ellucidated by 'a sound of thunder'. to a certain extent, we all do want to change things to turn our way, for our good, to our benefit. and we can do many a manipulative things to achieve that.
even my longing to run away from everything and start anew is not far from this principle. this is humanly impossible. you cant start a new life with a fresh record like they proposed in the matrix. a dream of doing so is in like manner an attempt to gain dominion of mankind. to reboot the world as when one so desires.
wasnt that totally illogical. probably. like i promised, i was to write about something pessimistic concernign the number 73, but since that feeling is very much expired, i shall postpone any reflection to it. looks like i still havent learnt to hand in my work on time.
before i end off, let me close all ends to the metopher. oh the brilliance of me. yeah right. it wouldn be so without kevyn and mark's response. here it is as written on october 11th.
cant copy the darn thing. nvrm.
to bed i shall go now. this is one entry, together with those written during my early blogging months, i dont want to remember, yet it is here for my fossil records. to laugh at myself when no1's looking, to ressurect feelings of old, to pen down all that twirls within hte helm of my mind.