Monday, August 30, 2010

Stop it I'm getting more and more attached

Why is it becoming more frequent GAAAAAAAAH

Also song for the day

memories, bro.

Friday, August 20, 2010

You want me to what?

"For you, a thousand times over." The Kite Runner, Khaled Hosseini

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

So pun-ny.

Fire facts

EDIT: I removed incriminating details because to the right person it will disclose my identity.

Friday, August 13, 2010

Well?








































"Somebody tell me.
Why it feels more real when I dream than when I am awake.
How can I know if my senses are lying?"




















"There is some fiction in your truth,
and some truth in your fiction."























"To know the truth...












...you must risk everything."

























"Who are you?
Am I alone?"























Source: Animatrix, Kid's Story

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Some literature

"There's the symbol of it all. The fly soars through the air, young and happy; it's seeking springtime, open air and freedom. But it flies into the fateful web and the spider comes out, the hideous spider! Poor little dancer! Poor predestined fly! Don't interfere, Master Jacques. It's fate!... Alas, Claude, you're that fly - and the spider too! You were flying toward knowledge, light and sunshine; you thought only of reaching the open air, the dazzling light of eternal truth. But, blind fly, senseless doctor, in your flight toward that shining window which opens onto that other world, that world of clarity, intelligence and knowledge, you didn't see the subtle spider's web spread by fate between you and the light! You rushed into it, wretched madman, and now you're struggling against it with your head crushed and your wings broken! Don't interfere, Master Jacques, don't interfere!"
- Dom Claude Frollo, The Hunchback of Notre Dame by Victor Hugo

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

D:

Our lives are masterfully written stories.

Not much happens on the outside; the conflict is almost always inside ourselves.

Monday, August 9, 2010

A smile means something to me. Especially if it's from her.

You could say that I, with 4 group-mates of mine, presented to the class.

Before class started and while I was standing on the elevated platform a friend shouted something.
I smiled back at her and to the class. As I smiled at the class I saw Math smile at me.

Gosh.

Note: I use a pseudonym to hide my identity. I refer to a certain person I like as Math because I have a passion for math and it seems it seems to be the same for her.

EDIT: I removed incriminating details because to the right person it will disclose my identity