There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal. Nations, cultures, arts, civilisations - these are mortal, and their life is to ours as the life of a gnat. But it is immortals whom we joke with, marry, snub, and exploit - immortal horrors or everlasting splendours.
posted by Guojun at 10:00:00 pm
To love is to be vunerable. Love anything, and your heart will definitely be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket - safe, dark, motionless, airless - it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenettable, irredeemable. The alternative to tragedy, or at least to the risk of tragedy, is damnation. The only place outside heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers and perturbations of Love is Hell.
1 Comments:
At Kaki Bukit, right? I tell you, it's damn fun. Because there's more things to learn and see than the civilian version.
Like every start to the morning must read SAF safety driving pledge. Then you'll surely see some jokers trying to be funny like going against the flow of traffic.
But seriously, be careful. I've seen a huge MPV knock right into a man riding in front of me while on the expressway. Lucky the soldier was okay. All thanks to SAF's implementation of hand and leg guards.
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