Friday, July 03, 2009
im such a fucking loser it's the day after CTs and im at home with nothing to do and no friends who wanna go out with me lol wtf.
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Thursday, June 25, 2009
what...
what if...
what if that person was right there but you never realised it?
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Monday, June 08, 2009
you're in my heart, even if you're not there for me to watch, or listen to. Even if you don't physically exist.
You're real to me.
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is this pain I feel in a corner of my heart?
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Sunday, June 07, 2009
140th post.
Mood: removed, somewhat contemplative.
I was on my way back from Orchard today when I looked at the moon.
It was absolutely stunning, from that angle, at that point in time.
It was very round (how do you measure extent of roundness, anyway?), very bright (you measure brightness, or the intensity of light, in an SI unit called 'candela', btw) and it cast light on a number of small clouds around it that kinda sheltered it.
If some-things makes me happy in general, I'm pretty sure one of them is simply looking at the sky.
The weather.
"If you haven't something appropriate to say, keep your comments confined to the weather." - a girl in a movie, a snippet of which i saw in lit class in sec 4. I can't remember the movie name, though. And the quote's probably been mangled.
"Conversation about the weather is the last refuge of the unimaginative." - Oscar Wilde
I like both of those lines very much, don't get me wrong.
But I must disagree, from a personal perspective.
Try it for yourself. When you're walking from one place to another, whether alone or with someone else, DON'T stare at the ground and watch your feet move like the boy Milo from The Phantom Tollbooth; instead just look straight up. Into the sky. Look at the clouds, or lack thereof. You probably don't want to look at the sun directly, because you might go blind.
It doesn't matter if it's sunny or cloudy or windy or stormy or what not. It's still beautiful.
The same goes with beaches. And beaches are especially nice because you can just look forward, and if it's a good beach, you more or less see a nice 'big picture' view of what nature has to offer - the sky, the sea, and the land and its inhabitants - flora and fauna. Hopefully you don't have an oil rig or ship obstructing your vision.
The sea itself is terribly beautiful too. If you've ever sailed in a small boat all by yourself you'd know. Honestly, I don't think anyone can have such an experience and not enjoy it, unless you're unlucky enough to be seasick. I'm generally an unlucky person (just look at my medical problems, man) but I guess im not unlucky in that aspect - thank God that I can appreciate nature.
I suppose kayaking at OBS almost recreated the sailing experience. But not quite - when you kayak u have to work, and I'm lazy =P =D. Sailing's easier. Not that I've sailed tht much, alas. I miss it much.
Somehow the sky and sea are easier, for me at least, to appreciate than the flora and fauna of the world. Maybe it's because with the sky and sea I don't have to get immersed (the word works on so many different levels) in the environment itself, kind of. Yeah i suppose i'm admiring its aesthetics. But I don't admire mountains as much as the clouds and the like about it.
But back to the sky, and the weather.
What's most attractive, and I'd even say seductive, about it is the sense of power. There's something cosmic about it. A clear, blue canvas with... cotton candy. A violet sky. Rolling clouds. (have you ever been fortunate enough to see them? I've only seen them on TV.) A real, proper storm. A hurricane. A waterspout. And since I appreciate the sea so much as well, even tidal waves and tsunamis.
Sure, they're destructive. But they remind us, or me, at least, that there's a power at work. Fuck the physics of it. So what if you can explain the colour of the sky at sunset, tides due to the pull of the moon and so on? Just throw that all away and LOOK. Breathe. You get the drift.
Who knows if the power's the God that Christianity believes in? One CAN believe, I guess. But I'm not so concerned with the identity of the power.
I want to see a storm. A terrible, terrible storm.
And you know what? It's so, so fascinating, that I wouldn't mind if my last moments were spent watching a hurricane or something. Even if it were to rip me apart.
I guess even if I were all alone.
I wonder.
(my post has more or less ended but on a side note... "come on. don't tell me you WANT a natural disaster, it'll be a... DISASTER for mankind. What the hell is wrong with you?"
Well i don't know. I don't want people to suffer, honestly. But sometimes... I dunno. I'll just enjoy watching the forces (and they really are forces) of nature at work in their incredible ways. Maybe it's some thing to do with this line from the lion king:
'Look kid. Bad things happen and you can't do anything about it, right?'
'Right.'
'Wrong! When the world turns its back on you, you turn your back on the world.')
enjoy your holidays, friends, if you exist.
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Saturday, June 06, 2009
The Lion King
wow im posting
I just watched The Lion King.
It's awesome. It's perfect. Really.
Watch it, friends. You'll see things you never saw before. At least, I did. I teared up 3 times. Somehow even the cliches sounded good.
'Look, sometimes bad things happen, ... ... and there's nothing you can do about it! So why worry.'
Here's a picture, just cos it's kinda aesthetically pleasing:
Maybe I'll find my own strength one day.
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Saturday, April 12, 2008
Goodbye
This I will never forgive, nor will I forget, though it is finished.
Therefore descends the death of this blog.
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Macbeth
Here's some lines from the... Scottish play of shakespeare.
The death of Lady Macbeth has just been reported.
Macbeth:
She should have died hereafter;
There would have been a time for such a word.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
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I hope that speaks for itself.
I wish we were doing renaissance.
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