talking of Michaelangelo.
Thursday, August 30, 2012
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melancholic // 11:50 pm
It was one of those evenings...
the movie was so simple, almost amateur.
The lighting perfect, colours, even the ending, which made me cry.
Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice
You'll make it now
Falling slowly, eyes that know me
And I can't go back
Moods that take me and erase me
And I'm painted black
You have suffered enough
And warred with yourself
It's time that you won
I didn't think I could enjoy this film.
Turns out I did.
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poetic // 11:06 pm
Must one first shatter their ears to teach them to hear with their eyes?
...
I tell you: one must have chaos in one, to give birth to a dancing star. I tell you: you still have chaos in you.
Alas! The time is coming when man will give birth to no more stars.
- from
Zarathrustra
In other news, IGUDESMAN AND JOO ARE COMING TO HONG KONG! I can't wait. I will pay all the money in the world to see them.
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
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enough // 12:50 pm
I'm so cruel. How did I become so cruel?
Am I really like this?
We just want things to be simple,
we all just want things to be simple.
Monday, August 27, 2012
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simple pleasures // 11:07 am
new mug :)
Italia 750
scalding ceylon tea
mas despacio
clown pants straight from bed!
...
think of me in the depths of your despair
keep me thinking that we almost had it all ♪
Sunday, August 26, 2012
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INTERVENTION // 10:22 pm
spare yourself and everyone else the dramatics
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unstable // 10:13 pm
bleak bleak
Look at the mirror
Look out the window
The octopus in my bed
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asylum // 8:49 pm
THERE'S AN OCTOPUS IN MY BED THERE'S AN OCTOPUS IN MY BED THE YELLOW THE YELLOW THE GREEN THE GREEN THERE'S AN OCTOPUS IN MY BED AND CANCER AND FACE CANCER AND CERVICAL AND THERE'S AN OCTOPUS IN MY BED AND THE DUST BUNNIES AND THEN THERE WAS A CAR AND THE BISON AND THERE'S AN OCTOPUS IN THE MY BED AND A WELL OILED CATERPILLAR MACHINE AND THE OCTOPUS IN MY BED WITH FUCKING TISSUES WHO INVENTED THOSE ANYWAY AND THE OCTOPUS IN MY BED AND THEN THERE WAS TEA AND BISCUITS BUT THE PRETENSE OF THE OCTOPUS IN MY BED AND I LOVE MY TURTLE TO BITS AND I HATE THIS THINKING MACHINE AND WORK AND THE PINK AND THERE'S AN OCTOPUS IN MY BED
Friday, August 24, 2012
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adele on a lonely friday evening // 9:32 pm
... don't look back
at this crumbling fool
just take it all
if only you knew
♪
Eddie sleeps with one foot sticking out.
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
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how light // 9:03 pm
You have made your way from worm to man, and much in you is still worm. Once you were apes, and even now man is more of an ape than any ape.
But he who is wisest among you, he also is only a discord and hybrid of plant and of ghost.
...
Where is the lightning to lick you with its tongue? Where is the madness with which you should be cleansed?
- from Zarathrustra
Hm...the words, they rest well with sleeplessness. There is a pastel-coloured airiness, dreamlike state; but there is some message in the misty. A blend of Siddhartha and Ishmael, though those must've been written way later.
There are different meanings to that.
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estuary // 7:11 am
Set one more foot out and you'll drown.
Have limits, don't just be a YES woman.
Monday, August 20, 2012
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oppressive // 2:11 pm
I think I had forgotten just how bad it was here. The heat is oppressive, the people are pressed together like herds... there's a horrible moment on the bus where you realize that stench is... unfortunately you, your sweat between the legs, everywhere, you shouldn't have worn pants because they're sticking to you and making a mortifying smell.
Your make up is running. All you want to do is go home and turn on the aircon and not wear any clothes at all. And your migraine is back and nastier.
I feel sick already...
Welcome back to another year in Hong Kong.
(It's strange, I never felt this when I was merely a tourist passing through.)
Thursday, August 16, 2012
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letter unwanted // 1:23 am
Dear you,
Yes, you. But not YOU.
I like you with much dislike.
You are difficult to like but even more difficult to dislike.
Technically, I'm not even allowed to dislike you...
K
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packing up my sentiments // 12:48 am
Going a long way again. Away away...
Packing up my love, packing up my thoughts...
Going to miss these late night father strange singing (/moaning/wailing songs?) times...
Going downstairs to see my father watching a black and white law film.
Watching my mother fill her diary with her full days.
Seeing her tired eyes wait for the laundry to finish.
Blow drying my brother's hair while he's half asleep.
Throwing his furry duck at him to wake him up to read.
How about that distant dream of the boy's arms around me;
and his smile... the one that fills me with warmth.
The chatter of friends who love me and shower me with gifts
Their unreserved, genuine laughter...
These are the moments I will pack with me to go.
I need these moments to carry me through this year...
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
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wisdom from absurdity // 1:25 am
Because you are defined not by life's imperfect moments, but by your reaction to them. Because there is joy in embracing -- rather than running screaming from -- the utter absurdity of life.
And when I see another couple, who seem normal and conventional and who aren't
have a loud, recurring argument in the park about whether Jesus was a zombie, I don't feel envious. I feel contentment and pride as Victor and I pause our shouting to share a smug, knowing smile with each other as we pass the baffled couple, who move to give us room on the sidewalk. Then I lean in to rest my head on Victor's shoulder as he laughs quietly and lovingly whispers to me, "Fucking amateurs."
- from
Let's Pretend that Never Happened by Jenny Lawson
Sunday, August 12, 2012
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ah, are you still a teenager or something? // 10:47 am
Sticks and stones may break my bones
but words will send you to a hellish,
self-conscious, self-loathing existence.
Try not to heed.
Take the pain yourself, it's your own existence.
Don't give it to anyone else but yourself.
Nobody can save you from this, so don't even try to turn to someone and just rely, rely, rely.
Saturday, August 11, 2012
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see you in a year // 9:24 pm
crickets in a summer night...
crick crick
crick crick
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bronto // 10:26 am
7:43am I started awake with fear. Like someone was cracking a whip on me.
Hid under blankets with beh and strokie; shut eyes tight.
So what if I know what it is, I'm still scared.
Maggots, centipede in dirt ground flashes.
A few days now this has gone on.
Uninvited scenes, like the cracking whip.
A few split second moments.
So do I begin now?
Thursday, August 09, 2012
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rainy // 5:54 pm
Last day...
長痛不如短痛...
Sigh... Is there a way to not hurt?
Monday, August 06, 2012
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how do i begin? // 11:58 am
I don't know.
I am not enough.
Yellow gibbous waxing.
Sunday, August 05, 2012
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subject to // 9:47 pm
These things are subject to gravity: shot put
and ice cream.
Friday, August 03, 2012
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apes // 11:22 pm
You little arboreal fools,
complete with those swinging tails,
and your human eyes and human jugs;
the young so old, faces
wrinkled wise.
Your hands are feet too and
your feet are hands too and
you know one day
we'll destroy ourselves and
you'll have us in cages, as your
slaves and we'll feed you fruit and
you will give us water and
sunshine and meat as you please.
And there will be human exhibits
We will write for you and
sing and read poetry and play,
caged in glass boxes all day
And playscapes for
gibbons and gorillas,
chimps and orangutans
to mimic the silly ways of man.
Our hair be scarcer,
we are the fools for ever
thinking we are a species
almost like you,
almost better than you.
---
Hm, sometimes I wonder if animals apply their nature to that of human rather than the other way around. We say things like "Oh, that crocodile is smiling
like us." "The bear is so hot so it floats in the water on its back
like us."
Zoo.
We must be cruel only to be kind.
What an excuse.
