Eckoing Wall

Tame is the flame
That the coerced cede reign
Change is the name
Scribbled lions and lambs

Wielding truth with no hands

The wall stands tussle
Yet Time fights the sane
Cries a hundred to its falling
Said ruckus thus came

Wretched peril chooses stand

Take a morsel of nines
Twenty to two too
Then we say
All moments are in.

The Question On Identity

Friends may always come and go, but two hundred pounds is two hundred pounds.

Guess I finally understand this line.

A Bridge Too Far

Sometimes we make early decisions that we believe are good for our future, thinking we will stand by it throughout. After some time, the climate and the considerations for which this was made changes. Goals missed, desires for different rewards. Now it only serves as a benchmark against which a different decision is made. The catalyst for this change was because I didn't get the scholarship, and basically I didn't feel the sacrifice of crossing the bridge into that territory was worth it without one. I'm glad I re-evaluated my options for the long haul by dropping a 2 year old decision. Even as there might be a possibilty of a re-re-evaluation sometime down, we must always believe its for the better. Win some lose some.

Summermore

I had watched Own Time Own Target this week with the merry band of bucaneers and last minute callup of Yuanruo. We had free tickets the last time for Snow White, but the guy runs a business so we bought tickets this time. Arriving there, Ivan was nice enough to upgrade us from the gallery to front row just directly a metre from the stage.

Granted, it was pretty creative use of a minimal set of props for a story about a bunch of guys in a tank. As well as the take on being gay in the army. The second story had Broadway style singing infused in it, which actually was what I found worthwhile. Other than that, can't say I truly appreciate the humor in it. It definitely looks good on paper script, vulgarities and everything. But judging from the way it was acted, I just had a hunch that the actors weren't comfortable vocalizing their lines, especially the vulgarities. Just seems forced and un-natural. It occurs to me that some of the troupe might possibly not have seen action in the army to realize what's a suitable context and response one can expect for using vulgarities naturally.

As a rare poke-in-the-face comedy on the army, I must say its definitely a gem in local entertainment. But on an absolute quality, was just bah for me due to the less than natural tone that it was done with.

Midsummers Night

Night is brief. Own time own target.

Rapid decisions are in motion.

Water is spilt.

Seeking so softly

A spontaneous whisp trebles as darkness breaks...

I have began liquidating most of the precious jewels I have amassed over the past year in favor of being formless and flexibility. A will to change destiny is all I hear in the air.

Point In Note

A mentor recently told me this. I write meaningfully, but not fluidly. I should write shorter sentences. Avoid too many commas. That will improve my writing.