codes of the knight

2008/02/26

Midnight Bells

-ashhao

Is this emotion we seek,
So hard to determine?
The ones thought to be the most incompatible,
Paradoxically,
Plays out to be the one for you.

A tear,
A pearl.
Items so incongruously similar,
In an insanity that reflects truth.
We wish for unblemished love,
Hoping it lasts the eons.
But time and again; are denied.

Fighting so hard for love.
Is it that
hard?

The wounds fade,
The scars heal.
Time would remove the pain.
Yet, what is this ethereal pain,
that strikes the very root of
the soul;
As the midnight bell
tolls.

recorded on 2/26/2008 10:13:00 PM

2008/02/25

The Porter and The Bird
-ashhao

It was an ordinary day for the porter. He stood nonchalantly, with his trolley beside him. A forlorn shoe-bag, with the words "St. Gaberial's Primary School National Day 1997" faded at a side, contained the man's meal for the day, a simple loaf of bread, and a half-empty bottle of Ice Mountain mineral water.

His face bore one that had withstood the trials of time. The skin was wrinkled, but the long hours in the sun had allowed his skin to be a enviable bronze that most city-dwellers would find hard to resonate with. His arm was well-developed, from the dozens of heavy luggage he carries everyday to earn his keep. From another angle, instead of the rich but unhealthy old men that we see wither away in sanitized, first-class hospital beds, one could almost conclude that the porter, was actually aging gracefully, with the dignity of a man.

The peak had been reached that morning. Most of the passengers flying to exotic locations for vacations or work alike had left. He was resting, sitting on his trolley and whistling a tune. The bird was a common maya. It looked hurt. There was something funny about the way it stood, with one leg retracted back into its wing. It hopped around aimlessly, trying to find shelter and food.

A car stopped, and zoomed off. The bird hopped down to drink the water that had been discharged from the car's air-conditioning unit.

"Phwee!"

A sharp whistle, and the porter spit out bits of chewed bread towards the bird. The bird hopped over gratefully, and started peaking at the bread. He chewed the remainder, and when it became a watery pulp, he threw the bits of bread at the bird. The bird pecked every single bit up, and hopped up to the man, seeming to thank him for his kindness.

The simple story of a man and a bird. Sometimes, its the simplicity of a kind act, the showing of your humanity, that defines what kind of person you are.

recorded on 2/25/2008 09:39:00 PM

2008/02/24

Current time: 2244hrs.

I've slept for close to 4 hours, before my body suddenly ejected myself back into the land of no-sleep.

The degree of tiredness is probably shocking, but heck.

I'm probably going to go back to bed in 15 mins to continue my dismal sleeping spell till 4am, when I will wake up and crawl to work again.

This post probably has nothing coherent in it, maybe except for this line.

"I'm frigging tired."

recorded on 2/24/2008 10:44:00 PM

2008/02/22

Technology finds new ways to immortalize men forever.
The dead rise to play the song of angels.
We hear them speak everytime their works are revisited.
Every book, every composition, every word.
They come back as if they were never gone.

Messages from the dead are no longer a myth.
We leave behind our own legacies for people to find. To understand. To know.
People never seem to open their eyes when they are alive.
It's always through the divide of a irrevocable spatial time difference,
That geniuses are discovered, that men becomes immortal.

The irony behind it all.

I keep visiting themes explored again and again. Yet I can't seem to find closure within myself to these issues. So I keep struggling, and am reminded time and again what my fleeting mortality can offer.

Sometimes I just detest myself, for being the one that can't stick with decisions made.
I do not need the strength of a higher order. I just need peace within myself.

Peace that I can't find. There's only so much I can do.

I've been seen a thousand miles, visited a thousand places, the closure. What am I looking for?

-ashhao

recorded on 2/22/2008 07:02:00 PM

2008/02/20

In the days of working like a madman for a continuous stretch of 8 days, it is only fitting that I've finally gotten a break for tomorrow, which explains why I am doing this blogging activity in the first place.

I've removed 2 notebooks from my house for the specific use at the airport, where I write down random musings that I would have blogged about.

From the Secret Archives,

Book 1
-page 1

Concept map for Valentine's Day cards:

Random scribblings on the 12th of Feb. The day I started to work again.

So, first things first.

I spent V. Day with my TV and parents.
NO significant other.

This year's card was a 5R-sized picture of Ferro Roche's arranged in a heart shaped, with my inexplicably ugly handwriting of Happy Valentine's Day on the front.

The original concept was actually longer, but by the time I executed it (12th Feb 11pm), I've discovered that simplicity, was the best.

This year's spending on 20 odd cards + chocs?
: Priceless =)

It was really nice to see the reactions of the people who received the cards on the day itself. Probably because no one else actually bothered about the day itself, and I was the only guy who was "high" enough to do this. I regretted not taking pictures of the recipients and their reactions!
-page 2

Solar Panel Proposal

Submitting the letters out tomorrow to the relevant authorities, it's a project that I'm working on. Should it come thorough, I would have the financial capacity to pursue my dreams.

recorded on 2/20/2008 10:29:00 PM

You Are a Question Mark

You seek knowledge and insight in every form possible. You love learning.

And while you know a lot, you don't act like a know it all. You're open to learning you're wrong.

You ask a lot of questions, collect a lot of data, and always dig deep to find out more.

You're naturally curious and inquisitive. You jump to ask a question when the opportunity arises.

Your friends see you as interesting, insightful, and thought provoking.

(But they're not always up for the intense inquisitions that you love!)

You excel in: Higher education

You get along best with: The Comma

What Punctuation Mark Are You?

You Are Vanilla Ice Cream

Your personality is anything but "vanilla"

You're a risk taker, who's up for anything new.

You go well with anyone and fit into any situation.

You are most compatible with rocky road ice cream.

What Flavor Ice Cream Are You?

recorded on 2/20/2008 10:25:00 PM

2008/02/05

What Zhong Hao Means

You are incredibly wise and perceptive. You have a lot of life experience.

You are a natural peacemaker, and you are especially good at helping others get along.

But keeping the peace in your own life is not easy. You see things very differently, and it's hard to get you to budge.

You are truly an original person. You have amazing ideas, and the power to carry them out.

Success comes rather easily for you... especially in business and academia.

Some people find you to be selfish and a bit overbearing. You're a strong person.

You are well rounded, with a complete perspective on life.

You are solid and dependable. You are loyal, and people can count on you.

At times, you can be a bit too serious. You tend to put too much pressure on yourself.

You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.

You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.

You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.

You are deeply philosophical and thoughtful. You tend to analyze every aspect of your life.

You are intuitive, brilliant, and quite introverted. You value your time alone.

Often times, you are grumpy with other people. You don't appreciate them trying to interfere in your affairs.

You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection.

You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive.

You have the classic "Type A" personality.

What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?

recorded on 2/05/2008 07:41:00 AM

this post's randomity percentile is @ : 200%

Its a gray morning.
One of the mornings, that you wish could go away, so that you could see the sky.
Its one of the days where you wished everything could just disappear, and you'll just lay down and forget the world.

But the problem is that the world will not forget you.
Not by a long shot.

There's plenty of stuff to do.

Realization hurts like hell. Cause whatever you do, you can't change yourself. Or the person you are. No matter how hard you try, you are still who you are. You'll be weird forever.

You just wanna go on the bike, and ride to the end of the road, and start screaming.

I wonder why?

I've got some things to do. Probably after that, I'll go riding.

Just what is wrong with me?

Persona's a changing.
The one within me goes loses direction.

recorded on 2/05/2008 07:32:00 AM

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