Thursday, September 29, 2005
Taking Measures
Blogger is messed up. Right now, as I type this, the usual toolbar is spread out halfway across my screen... vertically.
As the adage goes... you pay peanuts...
*****
The words left my lips as I thought aloud. What is the measure of a person?
The next day the lyrics from Twenty-five minutes (Rent) came floating to mind. But right then, as we messaged each other in a rare spate of furious exchanges, I wondered...
...perhaps the measure of a person isn't courage, or beauty, or goodness... but simply her capacity for decency.
all else should follow, no?
*****
He closed the door quietly and turned around...
... and nearly walked into her.
They paused for a microsecond, their eyes registering surprise before continuing to walk past each other.
"Hi!"
"Hi."
*****
Honesty such as this (joewei.blogspot.com) is hard to find.
I pray that nobody mistakes it for weakness and seeks to exploit it.
*****
Running at 15
And then the suicidal urge hits in the last four hundred metres.
15.5...
then after that, ceroc class.
and now I feel like I am almost dead...
As the adage goes... you pay peanuts...
*****
The words left my lips as I thought aloud. What is the measure of a person?
The next day the lyrics from Twenty-five minutes (Rent) came floating to mind. But right then, as we messaged each other in a rare spate of furious exchanges, I wondered...
...perhaps the measure of a person isn't courage, or beauty, or goodness... but simply her capacity for decency.
all else should follow, no?
*****
He closed the door quietly and turned around...
... and nearly walked into her.
They paused for a microsecond, their eyes registering surprise before continuing to walk past each other.
"Hi!"
"Hi."
*****
Honesty such as this (joewei.blogspot.com) is hard to find.
I pray that nobody mistakes it for weakness and seeks to exploit it.
*****
Running at 15
And then the suicidal urge hits in the last four hundred metres.
15.5...
then after that, ceroc class.
and now I feel like I am almost dead...
