It's been a long time since I lost so much goddamn blood. Will probably die of dehydration and loss of blood. Worse luck.

Today's e-learning-cum-NYP's SHS's graduation day. Can't wait for mine next year, this date hahahha. I've just downloaded all the documents from the school's website and they are all gonna just stay stagnant in the computer till the semester ends. Yesterday had yet another short meeting, and it was quite smooth. That is, without any unnecessary we-all-shut-up-and-look-at-each-other incidents. I had lunch with Sieliu after that and she accompanied me to pass something before we went home together. Thenthenthennnn I watched the television with the family before, during and after dinner (we are all couch potatoes), and started to read one of my library books because I got bored with the programs on air, and I FINISHED THE WHOLE BOOK OF 335 PAGES IN 2HOURS! WORSHIP ME I'M (fuckin) AWESOME.

Anyway, I received a message on friendster yesterday and this is one part the person wrote: r u stil is student?

What the hell was that!? You know, maybe it's the beginning of a trend that we should start learning. So if you don't, YOU IS NOT COOL MANZZZ!

Sigh. I am craving for sushi now. Coming soon: SEE HEDGE EYE VEE AYE ASS, AM AYE ARE TEE EE ELLE ELLE, VEE OO DEE KAY AYE. [:



A little boy is on the beach.
He is painstakingly building a sandcastle. All afternoon he will work.
Spooning out the moat. Packing the walls.
Bottle tops will be sentries. Popsicle sticks will be bridges.

A man is in his office.
At his desk he shuffles papers into stacks and delegates assignments.
He cradles the phone on his shoulder and punches the keyboard with his fingers.
Numbers are juggled and contracts are signed
and much to the delight of the man, a profit is made.

All his life he will work.
Formulating the plans. Forecasting the future.
Annuities will be sentries. Capital gains will be bridges.
An empire will be built.

Two builders of castles.
They have much in common. They shape granules into grandeurs.
They see nothing and make something. They are diligent and determined.
And for both the tide will rise and the end will come.

Yet that is where the similarities cease.
For the boy sees the end while the man ignores it.

As the waves near, the wise child jumps to his feet and begins to clap.
There is no sorrow. No fear. No regret.
He knew this would happen. He is not surprised.
And when the great breaker crashes into his castle
and his masterpiece is sucked into the sea, he smiles.
He smiles, picks up his tools, takes his father's hand, and goes home.

The grownup, however, is not so wise.
As the wave of years collapses on his castle he is terrified.
He hovers over the sandy monument to protect it.
He blocks the waves from the walls he has made.
Salt-water soaked and shivering he snarls at the incoming tide.

"It's my castle," he defies.

The ocean need not respond. Both know to whom the sand belongs...

So go ahead and build.
But do it with a child's unburdened heart, not with a grown-up's pride, possessiveness and indignation. Enjoy the process while it lasts, don't lose sight of love and beauty along the way, and when the end comes, as it most certainly will, salute the process of Life and go home.