How does it appeal to reason and mind The inherent nature of things we bind To heresy, bastion of the human vice With permutations out of a simple dice
So I lower my gaze Staring at the pavement Slipping into the cracks
The warmth lingers Between our fingertips Dancing to the rhythm Of come-and-go Of give-and-take Among the interlocks It flits around, and stays.
Your unyielding eyes Reflect my longing These deep waters Are slowly Trickling away I let bubbles out I am running out Love is in the air And suffocating
Dec 7 I know I can’t gauge my intellectual development on the amount of books I’m reading, but this suffocation is killing me. You know how much I hate stagnation. It’s all about relativity - how the world is progressing but you’re not. Talk about opportunity costs and prioritizing resources - Which, in this case, is time. Unreplenishable. I’m not saying I...
Oct 17 The unreasonable rejection or suppression of doubt is a false refuge. Trust does not come about through this kind of blind escapism. Instead, it has to be built upon existing doubts that one faces squarely, honestly telling oneself that they have to be worked on. When these doubts are refuted through solid action or evidence, then true trust can be found.
There was very little to live on. I was sapped and there were no replenishments. To me it should be a mutual thing but it was not. And I couldn’t be myself. That’s why that’s it.
The ink keeps running, People keep talking About their feelings And thoughts, Their dispositions And their ideas, And I’m drowning. But I let my ink run, I keep it running Into the sky and I Watch it fill up with All our diffusing ink. In some distant land, Someone soaks it up When it rains, and we All get splattered by This running ink, this Raining ink, and we Open our...
Dirt is but the remnant From a far, ancient shore, The remains as a pleasant Memory of aging earth, Now charred black by fires We scorch this land with. Dust in the colour of blood Shed and lost over this soil For its boundless wealth, Now robbed clean of its oil And no amount of water Can cleanse this damned oil.
(written during a rocky conversation) Your words wash through me Like raindrops that dry, you see, Words don’t mean anything to me. Transient, like passing clouds, And more so like the rain they hold. Drenching me, or in misty shrouds, Trap me gently in a freezing cold That suddenly lifts, without a trace And this barren land without a face Greets me with a dust-filled breeze Scorching down,...
(just trying out something new, this looks like nonsense. especially for the 2nd stanza, unless you study physics.) Galaxies and systems of thought A solar eclipse in a glass of milk On highways, and black holes fought Over cups of tea, as smooth as silk. Lights that shift when spectrum breaks Baseballs pitched on Cincinnati fields Distant sirens for multiple heartaches Blood spilt over...
Free writing, free flow of thoughts Worlds We all come from different worlds Inhabiting different planets. We orbit different stars With different satellites Orbiting us. We are rocky terrestrials. We are gas giants. Different meteorites bombard us And some cause craters But others do not. Interstellar travel Brings me to your planet. I see different ecosystems Different modes of life...
Snowflakes in summer Fish out of water A rose without thorns Dry ice in water
How can a country without warships fight How can a thug without a 9-milli score How can a king without advisors make things right How can someone without desires want more (the futility)
這程車真快 只是坐了十分鐘 風景多美好 來不及仔細欣賞 真的要下車 還未牽過你的手 前路往哪行 回頭也要向前行
“人在夢裡搜索快樂連夢也乍醒 魚在細水玩得更盡情” Dreaming awake for microcosms of happiness Like fish in shallow water diving even deeper It’s not an exact translation and the effect is already gone… but oh well
Cravings at this age Hold us like a cage Bind us in our rage Tearing page after page
Clash of coincidence Delusions of romance Forget the precedence I’m stuck in the cadence
“Do you have coffee?” “What about tea?” Caffeine spree Just you and me
She’s fire I’m ice And I’m melting
The soft hum of an electric fan Blows mosquitoes my way The flicker of a light bulb Lures my friendly moths away
Daydream, delusion, limousine, eyelash / Oh baby with your pretty face / Drop a tear in my wineglass / Look at those big eyes / See what you mean to me / Sweet-cakes and milkshakes / I’m a delusion angel / I’m a fantasy parade / I want you to know what I think / Don’t want you to guess anymore / You have no idea where I came from / We have no idea where we’re going /...
sometimes some people blinded by ideology; driven by impulse and desperation
“They don’t listen, just whispering behind my back, No vision, lack of ambition, So wack!”
“Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch And beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house”
It’s time to stop hating.
True wanderlust is awesome. Merely hopping on random buses will no longer satisfy me.
Sometimes it is easier or more convenient to change yourself than to change other people’s mindsets that are against you. Sometimes avoiding conflict overrides the tendency to believe in yourself.
Everyone has their share of déjà vu’s, and I had one again yesterday. But what makes this time different is that it occurred during a dream.
There’s harm in harmony.
River Lust: Salmon River Estuary →
riverlust: Drifting close to shore, we enter the shadow of Cascade Head. Our kayak jitters in an eddy as we dip and lift the double-bladed paddles to keep ourselves steady. Lit by morning sun, current and rising tide collide before our eyes in swirls of foam where the river becomes the sea. Surf seethes across a crescent of sand. Gone now the bald eagle’s scream as it leaves a treetop...
Every day we talk to people and interact and stuff, and I feel there is more to each person than what appears on the surface. Perhaps I just haven’t seen the best yet, maybe someday I will, and I… (was just about to say “am waiting for that day” but doesn’t that sound passive? Yes- bingo- ) am living each day trying to see. Let go of our prejudices. Try seeing...
A random guy I chatted with knows what Kant’s categorical imperative is, but doesn’t know who Gaddafi is or what developmental economics are. He’s stuck up there in the clouds, I’m stuck down here on the ground. Two entirely different modes of life- or learning. It’s quite an experience, exploring separate worlds. Someday I’ll get to know both equally. But for...
My intellect is characterised by neither breadth nor depth. There are so many things I want to know, to learn about. Ignorance is intolerable, and so is indifference.
It turns out that American presence is welcomed by anti-Qaddafi Libyans. Since the U.S. air strikes, the flow of Libyans fleeing to Egypt has actually reversed. Military intervention has been proven to work before, like in rescuing Kuwait from Iraqi occupation in 1991. Let’s see how things will unfold… -edit- march 26th as an afterthought Yes it might have solved or delayed the...
My goal is to know something about everything and everything about something. “Learn as if we will live forever, live as if we will die today.” -edit- march 26 “Love as if you’re 81, fuck as if you’re 18.” hahaha
All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another. Anatole France
There’s not much difference between a tumblr and an uncluttered, widget-free blogspot… It feels more minimalistic though, that’s why I kind of like it, and indeed there are subtle differences. Each of these blog service providers are similar in the “macro” way, but at the same time getting more and more specialized in some sort of technological/ functional niche.
Politicians are always more worried about the next election than the next generation.
Now there are talks about whether the US/ Britain/ France should further intervene militarily to prevent possible humanitarian atrocities in Libya. Really murky waters here. Anti-American sentiments are already running high in the Arab world in the first place…