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a random excerpt:

" flower in winter
soon to wither
a life in stone
to see it in bloom
whither do we bemoan?
sleep well april showers,
if ever in winter december
the snow's beauty veiled by cold.
do not mind the unmoving white
tip it over, let it fall once more "



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Sunday, August 03, 2003


Beauty hides in thy heart,
Its sight the mind's regard.



lately a number of my friends had been commenting, along the
lines of "wah, now all the girls in orchard seem so chio.."
they later attribute it to the prolonged time they spend in camp,
being able to book out only during the weekends. ergo are
deprived of "scenaries". its something i dont seem to experience,
maybe coz i book out daily and therefore get my daily dose
of "scenaries" ?.haha. but peculiarly i'm starting to have the same
sentiments too! and then it struck me, it wasn't the fact that we
are being held in camp for too long, it was just the lonliness
getting to us. the want of companionship has long been associated
with the opposite sex, ergo it's not strange for us, guys to find all
the gals on the streets in general more appealing. i mean, no matter
how well you get along with the people you live/work with in camp,
somehow or rather, you would still feel that sense of emptiness and
longing. which of us enjoys living a regimented lifestyle such as the
army's anyway? maybe i'm just stating the obvious, writing about
the shit above, haven't really talk to anyone in-depth about
it before. i'm curious, what's everyone's views on it?




Beauty that seeks, hides in thy heart;
its sight the mind's regard.
a guise !
a guise !
of thy heart's demise.
a boy he was, he stool a fool
admist Rembrandt's delightful muse.
what is there then, but to mind
of the harsh that is behind.
it is the mind that hides
and who but the heart to realise,
a guise that is thy heart's demise.



Jack within my peace 3:54 AM

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