Monthly Archives: August 2017



“I will blaze a trail.”

“Forged in pain!”

Gattaca (1997)


Some of my favorite quotes.

“My goals didn’t change a lot in the intervening years, much to my parents’ dismay.”

“You sure you want to do this? You know you’re gonna lose.”

“It was the moment that made everything else possible.”

“I was never more certain of how far away I was from my goal than when I was standing right beside it.”

“After all, there is no gene for fate.”

“I took my mind off the pain by reminding myself that when I eventually did stand up, I’d be exactly two inches closer to the stars.”

“He suffered under a different burden. The burden of perfection.”

“No one exceeds his potential.”

“What heart problem did you ever have? Did you get yours broken once?”

“It’s funny, you work so hard, you do everything you can to get away from a place, and when you finally get your chance to leave, you find a reason to stay.”

“If you’re still interested, let me know.”

“I got the better end of the deal: I only lent you my body, you lent me your dream.”

“For someone who was never meant for this world, I must confess I’m suddenly having a hard time leaving it. Of course, they say every atom in our bodies was once part of a star. Maybe I’m not leaving… maybe I’m going home.”

In sequence.



“Every heart has its own hunger.”

My lungs thirst for air.

“From suffering, my banquet is born.”

One stroke after another.

“Call me king, call me demon – water forgets the names of the drowned.”

I never saved anything for the swim back.

“One salvation alone remains to the defeated: to hope for none.”

We’re closer to the other side.



12. Gambit

I still dream of you
Fight through pain, climb out of hell
One inch at a time



“So much death, what can men do against such reckless hate?”

“Let this be the hour when we draw swords together.”

“Fell deeds awake. Now for wrath, now for ruin, and the red dawn.”

Forth, Eorlingas!



My smoke detector went off at 4am and kept triggering at regular intervals even after silencing it multiple times.

It has this dreadful 3 beep attack that pierces your eardrums. After thinking about smashing it with a hammer I responded by smothering it in a towel and throwing it in my freezer.

I’m now awake (I think) at 5am and not sure if those faint echoes haunting my mind are real or imaginary.

Apparently this is how I deal with my problems now. Bury them in some forsaken place where a frozen piece of chicken can logically be warned that it shall soon be on fire.

If only I had the same foresight that my chicken now has. Or maybe if I believed in myself. I know I do, I just cant share my problems with certain people. It would raise a false alarm.



“Listen to my story. This.. may be our last chance.”

This is my story. It’ll go the way I want it… or I’ll end it here.