"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two."
-St. Augustine
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Monday, July 19, 2010
alwaysbettertousebrain...
Spent the night a friend's place trying to ease the job load.
Went through a long night of manual typing, dozing off in between and gave myself a very very very very stiff neck during the process and finally manage to finish tons of repetitive key jamming actions.
Little that I know, there are actually easier ways to do them without having to put myself through the agony if I were to just use a little bit of thought into it.
Felt ever so silly at this point.
Went through a long night of manual typing, dozing off in between and gave myself a very very very very stiff neck during the process and finally manage to finish tons of repetitive key jamming actions.
Little that I know, there are actually easier ways to do them without having to put myself through the agony if I were to just use a little bit of thought into it.
Felt ever so silly at this point.
Friday, July 02, 2010
macbeth
macbeth.
poor macbeth. became a regicide just to be killed in return. he was nothing but yet another sacrifice for a bigger play. but was it all a blame on fate or destiny? or was it because he took seriously the words of 3 witches that came out of no where?
would things play out differently?
and lady macbeth, if her husband did not tell her about what the witches have said, then would she be saved from a tragic death?
it is a sad story.
makes you ponder, to achieve greatness, how far would you willing to sacrifice?
what would you trade for riches, power, success and fame?
would you jeopardize your family's safety?
would you jeopardize what is right?
would you be like adam and eve and give in to tempting ideas and words and then having the rest of the decendants paying for their sins?
would that greatness or the satisfaction of getting the "throne" be worthy of all these?
to each their own.
as for me, nothing beats family time, nothing beats being there for your loved ones when they are in need, no greatness is greater than being capable and available to be there to take care and accompany your family.
well, that is just me.
poor macbeth. became a regicide just to be killed in return. he was nothing but yet another sacrifice for a bigger play. but was it all a blame on fate or destiny? or was it because he took seriously the words of 3 witches that came out of no where?
would things play out differently?
and lady macbeth, if her husband did not tell her about what the witches have said, then would she be saved from a tragic death?
it is a sad story.
makes you ponder, to achieve greatness, how far would you willing to sacrifice?
what would you trade for riches, power, success and fame?
would you jeopardize your family's safety?
would you jeopardize what is right?
would you be like adam and eve and give in to tempting ideas and words and then having the rest of the decendants paying for their sins?
would that greatness or the satisfaction of getting the "throne" be worthy of all these?
to each their own.
as for me, nothing beats family time, nothing beats being there for your loved ones when they are in need, no greatness is greater than being capable and available to be there to take care and accompany your family.
well, that is just me.
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