Filler Post #1

I am in a dilemma. I find that I am not really able to write down serious matters that are close to me, and I find that writing about consequential issues that aren't really close to me feels like being pretentious. Hence, the lack of updates for this blog. It is true that blogging requires a certain vanity, and my kind of vanity does not extend much further than the mirror.

And here the filler post:

I had a dream
A traveler I was
Counting the numbers
Of each milestones passed
One, two, hundred, and no more
Infinity so far away
Ended was a travel
In a dream I had

No Country for Old Men

I'm finally changing the template of this blog. Maybe not old just lazy. Once I used to have this blog on its own server, with its own template. First it was the server, and then the template, and lately it was the entries. I'm leaving it all behind, all those attempts of individualism were teenager's game. Simply, when you look back at what you did when you were younger, many things that you deemed important weren't really that important as you grow older.

Just an example, I used to complain about all those things that I should have done differently, particularly in JC. Like choosing science over arts, it all really seems trivial now. Excuses for decision that was your own, in the greater scheme of thing does it really matter? Probably more bragging rights, but that wouldn't last long anyway.

I watched the champions league final a few days ago, don't really hate or particularly like Chelsea, but if you should ever find yourself captaining a champion league finalist team one day and you happen to do take a penalty, make sure you do the following:

1. Spit at the ground, make sure the field is wet, even though it's raining anyway
2. Adjust your captain armband, make sure those cameras capture it and everyone watching know who's the captain
3. Cry if you miss

Opening Lines

Some are long:

"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way"

and some are short:

"Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendía was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice."

There are many opening lines, but none comes close as memorable as these two. It's a pity that nowadays my desire to read recently has waned. Prolonged reader's block maybe, or more truthfully probably it is decrease in attention span. Wikipedia seems to be the reading material of choice nowadays. My No Country Of Old Men's book is still lying untouched as brand new as it was bought.

Life Goes On

Life goes on, despite its many hangovers.

Strawberry Fields Forever

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=98ZoPtIdR2I

The best part of Across The Universe.

Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about.
Strawberry Fields forever.

Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see.
It's getting hard to be someone but it all works out.
It doesn't matter much to me.

Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about.
Strawberry Fields forever.

Always no sometimes think it's me, but you know I know when it's a dream.
I think I know I mean "Yes," but it's all wrong.
That is I think I disagree.

Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about.
Strawberry Fields forever.
Strawberry Fields forever.
Strawberry Fields forever.