Inscribed On Tombstone:
Born: New Year's Eve, 1983
Location: SkateTown
Occupation: Incorrigible Slacker Real Occupation: Media Student
Herein lies a...
Die-hard romantic
Tireless advice-giver
Certified gun-nut
Lazy-ass whore
Loyalist to a fault
Parody-lover
Electronic Entertainment Enthusiast
Football Fanatic
Conspiracy-theorist Crackpot
Wordsmith
Unrealistic idealist
Self-righteous moralist
Born individualist
Former atheist
Penchant for the melodramatic
Sentimentalist
Quotable Quotes
"Soon the reason is gone, and all that is left is the feeling itself..."
- Anonymous
"The thrill is in the hunt."
- Myself
"Even the strongest have their moments of fatigue."
- Nietzsche
"Fortune favours the bold."
- Virgil
"It is but a shadow and a flicker that you love..."
- Aragorn
"Beneath this mask is an idea... and ideas are bulletproof."
- V
"I have dreamed a dream... but now that dream has gone from me."
- Morpheus
"God does not play dice."
- Einstein
"Einstein would turn over in his grave. Not only does God play dice, the dice are loaded."
- Academician Prokhor Zhakarov
"When you kill one, it is a tragedy. When you kill ten million, it is a statistic."
- Stalin
"In one dimension I find existence, in two I find life, but in three, I find freedom."
- Foreman Domai
"You see, people believe what the media tells them to believe. And I tell the media what to believe."
- Kane
"Optimists and pessimists die the same way. Optimists just live differently."
- Shimon Peres
"Damn the torpedoes! Full speed ahead!"
- David G. Farragut
"You know you are in love, when you see the world in her eyes, and her eyes everywhere in the world."
- David Levesque
"Music... the language to stir the hearts of men."
- Shakespeare
"A man always finds it hard to accept he has lost a woman's love, no matter how badly he may have treated her."
- Sherlock Holmes
"He who attacks where his enemy does not know how to defend, will be victorious."
- Sun Tzu
"Without purpose, we would not exist."
- Agent Smith
"I know guys like you, you can do any terrifying thing you're ordered to do... but you have to do it running."
- Carl
"History has been one long series of conspiracies... the successful ones, we call governments."
- Stanton Dowd
"The empires of the future are the empires of the mind."
- Winston Churchill
"One thing is true of all governments... the most reliable records are tax records."
- Eric Finch
"When a guy sleeps around, he's a player. When a girl does, she's a slut."
- Sean
"A person is smart. People are dumb, stupid & panicky, and you know it."
- K.
And so another eventful(?) 5 months or so comes to an end. Victory and defeat, mistakes made, glories basked in.
Been there, felt that.
Three years have just, well they've just gone past in a flash. It seems like only yesterday that I stumbled in, late, for the first lecture and didn't even know who my classmates were because I'd missed the orientation.
Now I don't even talk to some of my year one classmates anymore. It isn't really anybody's fault, it's just that things turn out this way sometimes, and there's nothing we can really do to change it.
The whole lot of us though, however many are left after the attrition of the past years, still composes one big, gigantic dysfunctional family. Sort of.
And now for all practical intents and purposes, we're about to go our separate ways.
What will I think about, when I look back on these 2 1/2 years of my life? Will I regret the indiscretions I've made, or instead focus on what I've done right? What will I take from this place, this course? The cheap food? The blasted treks up the bloody hill? The crazy work schedules? The camaderie (or at times, lack of it)?
So many things have happened, my previous life in JC feels like a monochrome soap opera in comparison.
When we finally leave the place we've called school, you know what? I'm gonna feel homeless. I never imagined getting attached to this place built decades ago, crumbling in places, but now that I have to go... I'm gonna really miss it.
Like a feather in the desert wind, I am being blown to wherever fate will carry me. And perhaps one day, this lonely wanderer will find the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, the stuff dreams of made of, and everything will be OK...
Too unlikely. Too many obstacles, the odds are against me. But the illusion is pleasing, and I find myself clinging to it.
The only thing worse than an unfulfiled dream is a punctured one.