talking of Michaelangelo.
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
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there's no hope for humanity // 6:28 am
Drowning in pessimism..............
Monday, July 30, 2012
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// 10:44 am
Game Over.
Sunday, July 29, 2012
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// 10:14 pm
So that there will be no arms to come back to.
Closed, not open, no more waiting.
No more uncertainties.
But the giving and taking. You will give and you will sit up or sit down but
happiness, that's a different story. But the risking is too much.
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selfish // 12:11 pm
cutting, bleeding all ties.
so as to be free.
let a severing bring cleansing
The man was pulling weeds and
people wash their cars and
we learn to live on from things
that are hopeless.
And more...
From a long time ago song,
那薄如蟬翼的未來 經不起誰來拆
我送你離開 千里之外 你無聲黑白
沈默年代 或許不該 太遙遠的相愛
我送你離開 天涯之外 你是否還在
I'm going to be free.
Really going to be free.
Friday, July 27, 2012
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procedural text // 10:46 pm
How to be a Good Listener
Step-by-Step Instructions
1. Sit comfortably and wait patiently for the stream of flying verbal vomit to start. (A cup of tea for you and the speaker is advisable.)
2. Usually an impromptu listening session comes with spontaneity, so mentally set aside your book and your plans for the hour - two hours or two and a half. Continue to sit comfortably.
3. While the listening is happening, also mentally prepare for a copious amount of redundancies, repetitions, frustrations and keep your own frustrations in check. Patience is key.
4. Avoid eye contact if possible. Attempt the "poker face" facial expression. Stare at your cup of tea, perhaps, and appear to be deep in thought.
5. If the topic of listening pertains to you directly, please refer to 5.a), if the topic of listening has nothing to do with you and you could careless what the aftermath of this talk was about please refer to 5.b).
5.a) Listen with a detachedness and with intensity as to attempt OBJECTIVITY. Try to achieve objectivity by thinking away from the speaker, then thinking from the speaker's point of view. The redundancies will help.
5.b) Tune out.
6. Do not offer your opinions.
7. Do not offer your opinions.
8. Do not offer your opinions.
9. Do not offer your opinions.
No matter how great they may seem to you at the time.
10. Do not offer your opinions.
11. Actually, don't even make any comment other than sorry. Apologies appease.
Monday, July 23, 2012
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// 1:29 am
You, miss, ought to be VERY ashamed of yourself.
Now go hide.
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shit II // 12:49 am
Oh shit.
Don't do this...... aiya, this is bad. Very bad.
What are you fighting?
What is the matter with you?
Don't even think about it. Don't even...
Sunday, July 22, 2012
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shit // 12:17 am
I hate weddings.
Wow, I hate them so much.
I'm an inferior person.
I am cold and disgusting.
Oh, happy tidings for the newly weds.
You are a beautiful pair.
Saturday, July 21, 2012
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pang // 11:45 am
Is this violent trembling from anger?
Or is it from hurt? Sadness?
Why do I have to do this again and again, use that brave face of mine covering everything that's collapsing to pieces inside? What am I covering? Idiosyncrasies? Grudges?
Did I do something wrong? I did.
So I apologized for it.
But I don't think this
this was my fault.
It was not.
But really? This is what you want me to do?
You want me to announce our brokenness to the world?
You want
me to do it. You want it to come from me?
You can't do it yourself? I don't want to do it.
Take me away, please take me away.
I'm just a product of mistakes. I'm a sack of blood, bones and flesh made of mistakes. Full of mistakes.
Am I the coward or you? Or have you taught me to be a coward?
Who are you trying to hurt?
Do you know you're hurting me?
Even a sack full of mistakes is fragile.
Break me and I cry.
Thursday, July 19, 2012
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the elephant vanishes // 11:26 am
In the bathtub blues,
the water bubbles and
the words are strange and
floaty in your mind.
"A regular wind-up toy world this is, I think. Once a day the wind-up bird has to come and wind the springs of this world. Alone in this fun house, only I grow old, a pale softball of death swelling inside me. Yet even as I sleep somewhere between Saturn and Uranus, wind-up birds everywhere are busy at work fulfilling their appointed rounds."
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
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homeward bound // 2:15 pm
Mixed feelings.
Monday, July 09, 2012
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shrink // 10:39 pm
It doesn't help that I feel like a kid in this particular moment, shrinking into myself. Caving.
So I feel there was a change. Maybe in the overall tone. Some things are different. I can't help but want that back. The other thing, but it's too late and it's all changed.
The girl with the sparkling eyes speaks of the world's end every day.
She wants it to happen; it might.
This is your pay back.
You play with fire and
it may just burn you.
Thursday, July 05, 2012
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// 10:12 am
Please don't give me that voice.
It just makes me want to retreat more.
I need space, please give me some.
Wednesday, July 04, 2012
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moon // 12:27 am
I know for some reason tonight, I won't be able to enter sleep warmly.
Something about hearing the words, the special ones.
I probably won't have a good night.
The moon is bright tonight; she is round and bright.
She is with me, but I probably won't have a good night.
Oh, don't be a crybaby, K. Close your eyes. Try to sleep.
Tuesday, July 03, 2012
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unclear messages and hypocrites // 6:07 pm
So, THE MESSAGE WAS WHAT?
The best singer was the Devil. God was not mentioned until the end.
Someone took drugs to end his life and it looked awesome.
The girl ends up with the boring guy who wasn't a great singer.
She ends up with him because the one who she actually loved died....... because of drugs......
And then at the end there was a crucifix because God is awesome.
Uhh, come again?
A musical held by a secondary school....
Also, please WALK what you freaking TALK.
You spend a week teaching the kids how to protect the world
AND NOT EAT SHARKS' FIN....... and then in the teacher farewell..........
WHAT? People, did you think this over?
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moody // 8:25 am
My jaw feels like it's broken.
It hurts so much.
Going to overdose on acetaminophen.
Sour. I feel like today is a sour day.
Not in a bright, citrus awesome way.
But in a sour faced ugly way.
Monday, July 02, 2012
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awareness // 10:27 pm
This sharp, keen awareness of the self and of the circumstances in which the self is soaked in.
There's a Shanghainese dessert, it's a soaking of rice in wine and brings out some bitterness, sourness and sweetness of the rice. This is what a self is, soaked in wine, bitter, sour and sweet all at once.
The keenness of it is like the colours on a screen too bright, hues gone wrong, something is askew.
Perhaps it is thinking too much, being TOO aware, and the such awareness makes you want Voltaire to be right.
What a mess, the circumstances one finds themselves in.
