To love, or not to love?
That is the question—
Whether ‘tis nobler for the soul to suffer
The golden arrows of mischievous Cupid,
Or to take arms against a sea of passions,
And by opposing, quell them?
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Saturday, September 17, 2011
I remember one of my homework assignments in first or second grade was to write a two-page essay on what we wanted to be when we grew up. I wanted to be an architect. A classmate said he wanted to be a box turtle because it has a lifespan of 150 years old.
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Before I could properly identify and escort the thought to my tongue, it dashed behind a door in the back of my mind and slammed it shut and locked it, refusing to come out no matter how hard I tried breaking in. The thought eventually suffocated and died.
Thursday, September 1, 2011
No matter how brightly the sun will shine, half of me will always be in darkness. Even if you've got artificial lights shining all around me, my inside will still remain dark. And, even if you chop me into the tiniest atoms, the centres of those will never be exposed to light. But you could just simply throw me in a blender and consume me whole.