and there is an elegance to the chinese language for all it drawbacks and disadvantages (for me); i caught hero today and that scene where upon maggie cheung pierces tony leung and says “ni wei she me bu yao dang wo de jian?” captured all the poignancy there is in the film; “why didn’t you block my blade” just won’t simply have the same effect as its mandarin couterpart.
and i do think i have a propensity to break down when people do things in the fit of a moment and then realise, almost imediately after that as a result of their actions, they had lost an integral part of themselves.
(i think we call this a tragedy.)
and i dont know why but suddenly, i just cried.
ah well.
and there are times when silence is the best music and there is nothing else you would want to do other than to sit back in the middle of the night and luxuriate in the beauty of it all.
of silence and melancholy.
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somewhere in here someone writes. he
taps the happiness from his day
and puts it here. lines etched onto screen
like a memory; in your brain there is no need
to key in information. somehow
this is so much easier than
everything else: there is no more need for
the breaking voice, the
trembling hand, the scratch of pen
on paper. in here
someone uses =] to smile, and to cry
there are no uses for tears that
fall and smudge splotched ink; only
=[. every human is shielded by a
self-made screen that protects you even
from yourself. what uses are there
for emotions when one thrives within
solitude? who creates a multitude of
faces to mask a nameless face; who
champions the struggle to
remain a faceless name?
look at us, now: we live
in a 4-million singapore town.
in this country there might be eight
hundred thousand conversations online
with five people talking. you say
we are all friends.
how do you know which one
of you i am? =/
In Conversation 250102- Clarisse Fong
thanks jocelyn
(jocelyn wu?)
at any rate, i really do suppose that i’m a stubborn obstinate son of a bitch who doesn’t know how to change for his own good and instead wallow incessantly in a pool of despair and depression and self-pity.
i really should stay in hell and burn for all eternity, but some short pony tailed girl would probably hound after me and kill me so i shall perish that thought.
(and on hell: anywhere’s livable after 10 days.)
and i am POSITIVELY SURE that i’m like so going to lose the bet with cexiang. not saying a single vulgarity for an entire week? like sure. my royal posterior. it was bad enough not speakign for 5 whole periods (muahahahahhahahahah. swensen’s earthquake here i come!) but not saying vulgarities? i can like seriously go fly kite.
(if i win, i am so going to bankrupt cexiang’s restaurant.)
and later today (7 hours time) i shall go down to his grave again and the thing i do not understand is that why we cannot let sleeping ghosts lie and instead have to go and visit them, dredging buried memories from the ground and let them be alive again. it’s not as if the pain isn’t enough, but we still do that, after the goddamned tiring effort of trying to forget them and what we will later do, as sensible human beings, would be to go revisit forgotten memories and let them haunt us and let the pain tear us apart again.
whoever said that human beings were intelligent.
and as of this very moment, on irc, there is mention of celebrating someone’s birthday in 7 hours time too.
death and (re)birth.
From the Philadelphia 76ers website:
“Right now, it’s hard enough just for Brown to assemble the pieces to try to put this puzzle back together. Brown doesn’t expect to have Thomas, Skinner or Coleman for Saturday’s game at Miami. That’s your starting small forward, your steadily improving frontcourt option off the bench and the guy who had been filling in at center for Todd MacCulloch, who has also been, well, injured. Skinner played four minutes Thursday night and grabbed two offensive boards before aggravating his sprained ankle. He did not return. What do the Sixers do now?
“Pray,” Allen Iverson said. “
how irritating can this get? and what a quip.
