simple complexity -ashhao (inspired by a friend's msn nick)
an oxymoron at best, simple complexity. a paradox on a second look, true, there lies within, a divine understanding. an irony on the third glancing, for, often many things in life are a confuscating mess, that is simple to solve, yet hard to describe?
the heart dies but the spirit lives on. the skies weep, but not for long. the earth shakes, but its all that we have. the universe is infinity, but, a mere cycle at the end.
simple complexity.
my heart grows weary. bedraggled. is it time for me to rest?
recorded on 8/31/2007 11:08:00 PM
881 has done it.
The traditional "Gei-tai" of the Hungry ghost month has come back alive. I was downstairs shopping for stuff, and caught a whiff of it and decided to go in and mingle with the crowd.
Once inside, it answered a lot of questions why back in the 50s and 60s, they were so popular.
Back in the age where there was no Youtube, no MSN, no TV, only a black little box, I guess to see live people perform onstage was really a treat for many. No wonder the people used to flock to these places during the 7th month.
Come to think of it, it is something alike to Baybeats. A lot of people gathering to watch one large rock performance.
Randomity Percentile: 150%
recorded on 8/31/2007 08:10:00 PM
2007/08/18
Paul's Tribute
recorded on 8/18/2007 07:06:00 PM
Vestige of Light -ashhao
Flash, Flash, Flash.
The light shines on the darkened sidewalk, A league down, the same light multiplies itself in the darkness. The shadow tries to grow, but is murdered with the coming of the next light.
The two extremes can never be one, A cursed spell casted upon the damned love between the two. No darkness suffers alone without light, But neither can walk together in sight.
The Fates bear the accursed cries of pain and sorrow, The souls in the Underworld shriek out for the crime. Loki's screams seem muted. The renderings of the heart, is much too pained.
As dawn approaches, Apollo in his chariot ready to drive the light up once more, The lovers steal a tiny glance at one another, In that twinkling of the eye, all the heartache is forgotten. Tears; are but a modest symbol.
A twinkling that meant eternity, A vow sacred and never revoked. Yearnings, held immortal.
Flash, Flash, Flash.
recorded on 8/18/2007 06:36:00 PM
2007/08/05
So Close, yet so Far -ashhao
Life comes to a standstill here, The fads of yesteryears line the street. Tamiya cars, SEGA Saturns, PS1s Lining up in straight lines, Waiting.
The infiltration of modern conviences Seemed to have halt in this corner. The small "mama" store still opens for business, The shopkeeper still meticulously arranges the goods Just in that special angle, he is pleased. The hardware store sits at the corner, An old man fans himself lazily, A couple of his old friends wander by Waving.
A rustle of the wind brings the old trees to a song, Singing a quiet symphony of untold pleasure. The small yellow flowers sway cheerily in the wind, A whiff of their fragrance fills the air momentarily.
The roars of modernization have been muted here, Yet one wonders how long this corner can hold its charms. Perhaps in another few months, the shops would cease to exist, The trees gone, the flowers dead. Perhaps.
Life comes to a standstill here, The fads of yesteryears line the street. The peace and quiet that has been lost, Hides here now. Waiting.
recorded on 8/05/2007 09:06:00 PM
warrior
Wan Zhong Hao aka ashhao
Current affilated to: IJC 0641B (Council)
Was: ATS '01/CHS '05
abilites
literature & drama
geo.
blades
knowledge
peace
love
armor
blue & black
cry
If there was any ability,
that could bring you back to me
I would gladly give up all my powers
for that one moment with you again.
values
Honor
Honesty
Intergrity
Chivarly
unlimited blade works
one of the most powerful form of magic,
caster creates a world entirely out of his imagination,
and has endless power over this realm he creates. also
labelled as sword's graveyard, for the amazing amount of blades
stored here.
