VVith the extreame crueltie of Shylocke the Iewe towards the ſayd Merchant, in cutting a iuſt pound of his flesh
how do you apologise for a mistake you made.
how do you atone for the sins you committed.
a pound of flesh for each sin?
ok maybe I've been watching too much Seven Pounds, featuring Will Smith. But it was... pretty emotional how he went about trying to vindicate himself.
Okay, I confess I lose the inspiration for this post, maybe there was never one.
I guess what this movie taught me is really that, there's more to life than just the materialistic things we're fighting for, its a reminder of how we should take a step back every once inawhile and see maybe how we can make the world a better place. Helping people out.
And well the movie before I watched was 28 Days Later. Of which there was a part which feature a group of Army people. There was a scene in which the Commander of the small army platoon made the decision to lure females over so that some of his soldiers hade something to live for. To fight for, and not just fighting to prolong the inevitable.
which gave me more food for thought. That was 1 man, making a decision for practicality, for survival, over morals and rights and all that.
And I guess if you drag that further, I've always been rather irritated with those irritating journalists who run into palces like Iraq trying to find faults with
soldiers over abuse and all that. I mean, take a step back from your high horse, take a gun and go intot hat god-damned war zone. Put yourself in their shoes, before trying to act like some saint.
My Medic Commander-in-charge was involved with some medic missions in Iraq before and quite frankly, the stuff we saw from the pictures he showed us, and the conditions he mentioned to us, seirously, you could totally understand why people went bonkers inside. Apparently, no1 spends more than 5 minutes in the toilets, because that's the only area that's not bomb-proofed and well, no one wants to have that risk of getting your assed bombed to kingdom come whilst you're happily taking a poop. So yea, go inside there, spend like a Tour inside, before you start acting alll high and mighty while people fight for your ass out there.
Speaking of high and mighty, anyway (this is becoming 1 hell of a long and weird post where I ahve no idea where I'm going either), my facebook has recently been like flooded with this girl who's complaining about some friend (i presume by the words she's saying) who's back stabbed her or something. I've had my run in with that girl before, over stuff which I thought she's been over sensitive before and what I really wanted to say was: Stop being so fucking materialistic. Stop trying to believe that every single thing that people say to you is an attempt to put you down. It reeks of a lack of self-respect and very low self-esteem. Stop trying to act like some god-damned princess and yes, liking someone for purely their looks and money is materialistic, no need to make excuses for it.
oh yea, I guess you can tell, my 'exile' at home has really put me into a mood where I have so many thoughts flying in all directions, which I cannot put into a single coherent flowing paragraph. That sucks. I guess this is their way of 'emotional blackmail' to make you not 'chao geng', and all that. I still can't believe I was checked on X'mas Day to see if I'm at home. Seriously, sometimes I wonder if there's anything wrong with some people. Look just because I get an off-pass from running around jungles and all that doesn't make the recovery any easier, not being able to run, jump, soccer is bad enough already.
oh well, shrugs. life goes on. Just have to make the best of the shit you've bene given. When life gives you lemons, you make lemonade.
I recently had a friend who wondered aloud if seeing 11.11 was a sign that someone is thinking of you.
The same friend went on to ask me if it was real -.-"
ok lar kidding lar. But in all honesty, this kinda stuff to me is like religion, if you believe it, its true. If you don't, then... nope.
I mean.. does this mean that if i look at my clock and i see 6:23pm AND 6:24pm, that 2 jokers are thinking about me?
obviously, not that it makes a difference in anyway anymore.
how do you atone for the sins you committed.
a pound of flesh for each sin?
ok maybe I've been watching too much Seven Pounds, featuring Will Smith. But it was... pretty emotional how he went about trying to vindicate himself.
Okay, I confess I lose the inspiration for this post, maybe there was never one.
I guess what this movie taught me is really that, there's more to life than just the materialistic things we're fighting for, its a reminder of how we should take a step back every once inawhile and see maybe how we can make the world a better place. Helping people out.
And well the movie before I watched was 28 Days Later. Of which there was a part which feature a group of Army people. There was a scene in which the Commander of the small army platoon made the decision to lure females over so that some of his soldiers hade something to live for. To fight for, and not just fighting to prolong the inevitable.
which gave me more food for thought. That was 1 man, making a decision for practicality, for survival, over morals and rights and all that.
And I guess if you drag that further, I've always been rather irritated with those irritating journalists who run into palces like Iraq trying to find faults with
soldiers over abuse and all that. I mean, take a step back from your high horse, take a gun and go intot hat god-damned war zone. Put yourself in their shoes, before trying to act like some saint.
My Medic Commander-in-charge was involved with some medic missions in Iraq before and quite frankly, the stuff we saw from the pictures he showed us, and the conditions he mentioned to us, seirously, you could totally understand why people went bonkers inside. Apparently, no1 spends more than 5 minutes in the toilets, because that's the only area that's not bomb-proofed and well, no one wants to have that risk of getting your assed bombed to kingdom come whilst you're happily taking a poop. So yea, go inside there, spend like a Tour inside, before you start acting alll high and mighty while people fight for your ass out there.
Speaking of high and mighty, anyway (this is becoming 1 hell of a long and weird post where I ahve no idea where I'm going either), my facebook has recently been like flooded with this girl who's complaining about some friend (i presume by the words she's saying) who's back stabbed her or something. I've had my run in with that girl before, over stuff which I thought she's been over sensitive before and what I really wanted to say was: Stop being so fucking materialistic. Stop trying to believe that every single thing that people say to you is an attempt to put you down. It reeks of a lack of self-respect and very low self-esteem. Stop trying to act like some god-damned princess and yes, liking someone for purely their looks and money is materialistic, no need to make excuses for it.
oh yea, I guess you can tell, my 'exile' at home has really put me into a mood where I have so many thoughts flying in all directions, which I cannot put into a single coherent flowing paragraph. That sucks. I guess this is their way of 'emotional blackmail' to make you not 'chao geng', and all that. I still can't believe I was checked on X'mas Day to see if I'm at home. Seriously, sometimes I wonder if there's anything wrong with some people. Look just because I get an off-pass from running around jungles and all that doesn't make the recovery any easier, not being able to run, jump, soccer is bad enough already.
oh well, shrugs. life goes on. Just have to make the best of the shit you've bene given. When life gives you lemons, you make lemonade.
I recently had a friend who wondered aloud if seeing 11.11 was a sign that someone is thinking of you.
The same friend went on to ask me if it was real -.-"
ok lar kidding lar. But in all honesty, this kinda stuff to me is like religion, if you believe it, its true. If you don't, then... nope.
I mean.. does this mean that if i look at my clock and i see 6:23pm AND 6:24pm, that 2 jokers are thinking about me?
obviously, not that it makes a difference in anyway anymore.
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