February 28, 2004
Untitled 0021
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And from the makers who brought you BadgerBadgerBadger, comes Kenya! Cute cute!
Music: Lush - Rupert The Bear
February 26, 2004
Chirpy Chirpy Cheep Cheep...
I miss Miki!!
Not much happening. Tho I did check my email today and Matt wrote back, saying that he finally got the CDs this morning that I sent to him last week. He said he was making some eggs at the time and upon checking the mail and saw what he got, he burnt the eggs. heh! He was really happy about the CDs. [I can't wait 'til I get mine from Matt! woohoo!]
That really made my day [not that he burnt his breakfast!]... It's the little things in life I tell ya.
...chirpy chirpy cheep cheep chirp!
February 24, 2004
tokyoplastic
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Image: tokyoplastic
February 23, 2004
Highway
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I burned a few CDs recently for a 'friend' [a brilliant young man I figured after browsing through his website] and mailed them out to him this past Saturday. I feel good, and he's sending me a collection of his own favourites as well. He commented about the song Respire one day and I wrote him back.
So now I'm gonna make a disc of the following for myself tonight [if I have enough time], in no particular order. Mostly oldies but goodies. My Chinese music would have to wait a wee bit on separate discs. Later months from now I'll have something to refer back to.
> Booth & The Bad Angel - Fall In Love With Me [KCRW version]
> Pernice Brothers - Number Two
> Lisa Germano - Dream Glasses Off
> Lush - Half and Half
> Cocteau Twins - The Thinner The Air [Massive Attack mix]
> Air - Cherry Blossom Girl [Fanny/CBG demo]
> His Name Is Alive - Drive The Dreamy Demon Down
> Harold Budd - Balthus Bemused by Colours [Mix 2]
> Colourbox - Philip Glass
> Philip Glass - Opening
> Captain Sensible - I Love Her
> Klaus Nomi - Der Nussbaum
> Chicks On Speed - Kaltes Klares Wasser [Lazerboy Mix]
> Brian Eno - An Ending [Ascent]
> Gary Jules - Mad World
> This Mortal Coil - Something Borrowed
> Red House Painters - Instrumental [demo]
> Yoko Ono - Imagine [live]
Y'know sometimes when you're listening to your favourite tracks, don't it make you think? Don't it make you feel more alive? As for me, I think the most elated feeling that I get is sorta like... driving alone on a long stretch of seemingly endless highway near twilight... watching the sun sets... up ahead, seeing where the horizon meets the sky... thinking: So far away, yet as if you could see into your own future... and things... are all right...
mp3 [4.1mb]
Image: nissemand a.k.a Jakob Faarvang
February 20, 2004
Last Wishes of the Dead
DEFIXIONES refers to the warnings engraved in lead which were placed on the graves of the dead in Greece and Asia Minor. They cautioned against moving or desecrating the corpses under threat of extreme harm.
WILL AND TESTAMENT refers to the last wishes of the dead who have been taken to their graves under unnatural circumstances.
The concert material that Galás has included in this song cycle includes music set to the texts of the Armenian poet/soldier Siamanto; the Belgian/French poet Henri Michaux; the Syrian/Lebanese poet Adonis; the rembetika songs of Sotiria Bellou; the Anatolian Greek Amanedhes; the blues music of the American musicians Boise Sturdevant and Blind Lemon Jefferson, and the sacred songs of the Deep South. A new addition to the song cycle is a striking piece written by Galás called "The World Has Gone Up In Flames", which premiered at Royce Hall (UCLA) November 2001. Galás warns that, even in death, those that were chosen to die have not been defeated nor are they forgotten. "My death is written in a rock that cannot be broken."
The work is concerned with the poet/author living in exile, away from his homeland. DEFIXIONES, WILL AND TESTAMENT speaks for individuals who have had to live as outlaws, as they were treated as outlaws; and for those who have had to create houses out of rock.
DEFIXIONES, WILL AND TESTAMENT is dedicated to the forgotten and erased of the Armenian, Assyrian, and Anatolian Greek genocides which occurred between 1914 and 1923.
Text: Diamanda Galás.com
...Singer and pianist, poet and composer, emissary and philosopher, Diamanda reminds us the voice is an instrument that needs to be more than just something finely honed and rigorously developed; it is the blade that cuts us all to the heart.
Text: Richard Morrison, June 2003
ORDERS FROM THE DEAD
THE WORLD IS GOING UP IN FLAMES
THE WORLD IS GOING UP IN FLAMES
THE WORLD IS GOING UP IN FLAMES
But these flames are NOT new
to OUR dead
Our dead did cry their final prayer in those flames
Our dead did sing their last lullaby in those flames
Our dead prayed to our infidelite God in those flames
Our dead whispered a last goodbye to their mother
IN THOSE FLAMES
I will see you again, Mother. Don't worry.
I will find you. Until then, Mother.
THE WORLD IS GOING UP IN FLAMES
Our dead clawed their children close in
THE WORLD IS GOING UP IN FLAMES
My children!
Have you seen my children?
In Christ's name!
What am I going to do?
How can I live without my children?
My children! My children!
Then she ran off to edge of the water, leaped in and drowned.
Our dead watched their daughters
BUTCHERED, RAPED AND BEATEN
in the sill-burning of THOSE FLAMES
Our dead watched an ax removed their
mother's skull
and crown a wooden spit
in the continuous burning of THOSE FLAMES
OUR DEAD watched while Chrysotomos
eyes and tongue were pulled out,
teeth and fingers broken, one by one,
in the laughing and the cheering
OF THOSE FLAMES
From our group they snatched a man,
sliced his belly open with a knife
and forced him to walk along the road
holding his intestines in his hands.
OUR DEAD watched their sisters drenched with gasoline
and scream with melting skin
THE WORLD IS GOING UP IN FLAMES
OUR DEAD gave birth to Turkish victories
the gurgling and then dying trophy
on a bayonet which marked the borders of
THE WORLD WHICH IS GOING UP IN FLAMES
In the name of Christ!
Don't desert us!
We have our babies with us!
Our old people! Our girls!
You are responsible!
Admiral! Admiral!
OUR DEAD WERE DRAGGED IN MARCHES
THROUGH THE DESERT SUN FOR
WEEKS UNTIL THE
SUN BURNED
OUT THEIR LUNGS
and when the flames turned inside out their mouths and
ripped apart their lips, we heard their final prayer
LORD GOD HAVE MERCY PLEASE UPON OUR SOULS!
They've betrayed us!
Sold us out!
God's curse upon them!
Admiral what are you doing?
Admiral, save us!
They saw the WORLD IS GOING UP IN FLAMES
buried, not yet dead inside the pits
engraved:
"GIAVOURI, INFIDELI:
OUR GOD HAS CHOSEN YOU TO DIE"
Terror commands:
Kneel down, and you kneel.
Strip off your clothes! And you strip.
Spread your legs! And you strip. Dance! And you Dance.
Spit on your honor and your country! And you spit!
Deny your faith! And you deny!
And now the unblessed dead have ordered us to say:
THIS is my GRAVE, MY HOLY BED
YOU CANNOT take it
YOU can NOT ERASE MY NAME
YOU can NOT ERASE OUR DEAD
YOU CANNOT ERASE THE DEAD
Because we have been ordered now
to list their names, their numbers,
to give their date of birth, their earthly city,
their father's name, the sweetness
of their mother's eyes
GOODBYE
GOODBYE
GOODBYE
and forevermore
We'll see you when the desert meets the sky
But do NOT forget my name
And so those were the orders from the dead
said without a word but with a final glance:
the
SECOND
granted to the Infidel
since an Infidelite Hell
should NOT require a prayer
should NOT require a silent moment
And now the Infidel is told
to forgive and to forget
to understand:
Advance into a paradise of Dead Memories,
of Living Death, the Old Folks' Home
of Catatonia
of Madness
and Despair.
"Do not ask me for the NUMBER of that Grave:
It has been stolen."
"What IS this love for bones and dirt?
Put this ancient thing behind you, Infidelite
You HAVE no claim to GOD
You HAVE no claim to PEACE
YOU HAVE NO CLAIM
YOU HAVE NO CLAIM,
YOU HAVE NO CLAIM
GIAVOURI!!!!!
Remember just how lucky, sperm of Satan,
that you are
to even BE
alive.
NOW!
HERE!
"They shook us off the landing stairs
like you'd shake crumbs off a tablecloth!
Like crumbs! We are the crumbs, and now
the birds of the air will feast on those crumbs.
Oh mankind!"
ACROSS THE SEA!
GIAVOUR!
You HAVE no God.
A man without God
Can NOT be burned ALIVE
He never WAS alive,
not as a MAN, giavour,
but as a DOG."
BUT I HAVE orders from the Dead
that warn me:
"DO NOT FORGET. ME.
My blood will fill the air you breathe
FOREVER."
"MY DEATHBIRD is not DEAD
HE CARRIES ALL MY TEETH,
MY SMILE OF UNFORGETFULNESS,
MY LAUGH!
VRYKOLAKA!
I am the man unburied
who CANNOT sleep
IN FORTY PIECES!!!!!
I am the girl,
dismembered
and unblessed,
I am the open mouth
that drags your flesh
and that can never rest
until
MY DEATH IS WRITTEN
IN A ROCK THAT CAN
NOT BE
BROKEN!"
And these are the orders
from The Dead.
Text: Diamanda Galás with excerpts from Farewell Anatolia, By Dido Soteriou, translation [in italics] by Fred A. Reed for Kedros, Greece
February 19, 2004
Revelations
Bless you for your anger,
It’s a sign of rising energy.
Transform the energy to versatility
and it will bring you prosperity
Bless you for your sorrow,
It’s a sign of vulnerability.
Transform the energy to sympathy
and it will bring you love
Bless you for your greed,
It’s a sign of great capacity.
Transform the energy to giving,
Give as much as you wish to take
and you will receive satisfaction
Bless you for your jealousy,
It’s a sign of empathy.
Transform the energy to admiration
And what you admire
will become part of your life
Bless you for your fear,
It’s a sign of wisdom.
Transform the energy to flexibility
and you will be free from what you fear
Bless you for your search of direction.
Transform the energy to receptivity
and the direction will come to you
Bless you for the times you see evil.
Evil feeds on your support. feed not and it will self-destruct.
Shed light and it will cease to be
Bless you for the times you feel no love.
Open your heart to life anyway
In time you will find love in you.
You are a sea of goodness,
You are a sea of love.
Bless you, bless you, bless you,
Bless you for what you are.
Count your blessings every day for they are your protection
Which stand between you and what you wish not.
Count your curses and there will be a wall
Which stand between you and what you wish.
The world has all that you need
You have the power to attract what you wish.
Wish for health, wish for joy,
Remember, you are loved.
The world has all that you need
And you have the power to attract what you wish.
Wish for health, wish for joy,
Remember, you are loved.
I love you...
Text: Yoko Ono
It's been almost a year! Time flies... Happy 71st Yoko! 02.18.1933
February 18, 2004
Why People Disappear
If you're here already, most likely I frequent your weblog and I prolly like it - lotz!! If you happened to come across this place for the first time, I thank you for visiting. For the people whose weblogs I read, I hope you won't simply go away one day without giving your readers some kind of notification. Tho I know things do happen and, of course, you're most certainly free to do whatever you please...
If so happened that you decided to stop posting for whatever reasons, I would not want you to disappear... Yet people do!
I would find that pretty sad... and I will miss reading about you, and I will miss you, very much.
Thanks for sharing, and for keeping me company!
Music: Brian Eno - 2-1
February 17, 2004
February 16, 2004
What Happens Next?
After my little 'episode' the other night, I was kinda mad obviously, but last night, everything seems back to normal, as if nothing had ever happened. It's odd when I think about it... It's like why go through all the emotions... what, and just to come to this state of mind? To be right where it started? [Or maybe the other way around!] hmm...
Why did I get all bent out of shape in the first place? Was it worth it? We, well, I come to a 'disagreement', or whatever one might call it... say, roughly 3 times a year. I feel bad for posting the other night but what's done's been done. But it's always me who gets wrapped up in an emotional dispute... oy! Y'know today I see that everything is fine and by next week, I most likely won't even remember what had happened. I seriously think it's one of the beginning stages of Alzheimer's disease. At times he would ask me if I remember anything on what we had 'fought' about the previous time, I would say "Hmm... no, I don't remember anything, do you?" Now does that mean that the incident wasn't important enough if I couldn't remember it? [Least this time I can just refer to my blog!] I should go to GNC and getting me some ginkgo biloba tomorrow!
One moment you're fine, and the next something happens... On a side note, last week my girlfriend was just heading to sleep in her apartment, then woken up around 3am in the morning with this cramping pain. To make a long story short, she came out from the hospital a couple days later with one ovary removed. Poor lass, but thank goodness she's doing okay.
It just goes to show you that whether it may be emotional or physical, it can be on a full tilt in a matter of seconds, and there isn't really much you can do about it. Okay, maybe on the emotional side, one can learn how to control or divert one's feelings in a more healthier manner, but that's still something I've yet to master. I wasn't screaming or did I even raise my voice the other night. The following day, he told me that I reminded him somewhat like the Incredible Hulk... I don't think that was in any way a compliment, teehee! Though I do think that the Hulk is kinda ha-ha-hot! Angry sex anyone? GRRRRRR!
February 15, 2004
Respire
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Il faut que tu respires
Et ça c'est rien de le dire
Tu vas pas mourir de rire
Et ç'est pas rien de le dire
D'ici quelques années on aura bouffé la feuille
Et tes petits enfants ils n'auront plus qu'un oeil
En plein milieu du front ils te demanderont
Pourquoi toi t'en as deux tu passeras pour un con
Ils te diront comment t'as pu laisser faire ça
T'aura beau te défendre leur expliquer tout bas
C'est pas ma faute à moi c'est la faute aux anciens
Mais y'aura plus personne pour te laver les mains
Tu leur raconteras l'époque où tu pouvais
manger des fruits dans l'herbe allongé dans les prés
Y'avait des animaux partout dans la foret
Au début du printemps les oiseaux revenaient
Il faut que tu respires
Et ça c'est rien de le dire
Tu vas pas mourir de rire
Et ç'est pas rien de le dire
Il faut que tu respires
Et ça c'est rien de le dire
Tu vas pas mourir de rire
Et ç'est pas rien de le dire
Le pire dans cette histoire c'est qu'on est des esclaves
Quelquepart assassins ici bien incapables
De regarder les arbres sans se sentir coupable
A moitie défroqués 100% misérables
Alors voila petit l'histoire de l'être humain
C'est pas joli joli et je connais pas la fin
T'es pas né dans un choux mais plutot dans un trou
Qu'on remplit tous les jours comme une fosse à purin
Il faut que tu respires
Et ça c'est rien de le dire
Tu vas pas mourir de rire
Et ç'est pas rien de le dire
Text: Mickey 3D
I'm reposting. I just got their CD Tu Vas Pas Mourir De Rire in the mail yesterday. Caught my attention the first time about a year ago. Their videos Respire and the lull'ing sound of the accordian from Ma Grand-Mère [RealOne Player]. Breatheeee...
February 14, 2004
The Path to the Baths
Yeah, today started out great... a card from him and a card from me, and that's all I needed really. He calls me a pack-rat on a weekly basis, but I'm still low-maintenance, least I would like to think that. We made a deal earlier this week, for Valentine's Day, we would watch one of my favourite movies [I have like only 3, and he knows that too, truly!!!], and I would watch one of his. Tonight we would watch The Road Home [yeah, the first time he tried to watch it, he ended up walking away and started doing chores cuz he was bored!], and tomorrow, we would go see his movie, Touching The Void in the theatre. Fair and square.
Well, with the failed attempted the first time around [him ended up walking away and doing something else], this time it was worse... He knew certain that this is one of my fave movies... I thot, hey, a love story for Valentine's Day, seems appropriate. But a Chinese love story? Guess I'll never watch another foreign and/or sappy and/or one of my fave movie with him again!
I sat quietly watching the movie, eyes all misty-like... at times he would just make jokes about it! All the while he was doing it, I just kept focusing on the movie... Maybe I was just egg-xpecting him to like it, maybe I was wrong about the movie... maybe the movie does suck, maybe he thinks the Chinese are backward dumbasses?!? I dunno... An 87-minute movie, is that so bad? Too much to ask for on Valentine's Day? I mean I do have to sit through HIS movie tomorrow, right?
Almost throughout the movie, he was 'mimicking' the music to the movie... music that's played by some distinctive Chinese instruments... poking fun, though I stayed quiet! Towards the end, where the elderly mother was giving her motherly advice to his son, her weaping: "Have you found yourself a good girlfriend?", "You're not young anymore, you should find someone and get married.", "Mothers only want their children to be happy, and to live a full life of their own!"
"IS HE GAY?", out came his comment. In a low voice, trying to hold back my tears from the sad scene, I said sarcastically: "Guess you'll find out in The Road Home 2!"
"THE PATH TO THE BATHS". The I just walked away.
A surefire way to ruin a lovely evening. Yeah I'm pissed and now I'm blogging. "Are you mad?" "Did I do something wrong?"
"Yeah, you're being insensitive!" Well, at least he gave me something to write about, a reason to rant. I'm sure it'll be forgotten by next week and everything will be fine again. Next month will be our five-year anniversary and I think to myself: He just thinks that he knows me... One day at a time I tell ya, and that's all one can do! One day at a time...
I normally don't bitch about too many things here, tonight's an egg-xception obviously. It just hurts when someone you love tramples all over the few things that you care about [I know it's just a movie, but still!]! It's just an awful feeling. Well, if I feel better tomorrow, I feel better tomorrow... You take the good, and you take the bad...
Craptastic!!! <-- haha, this one's for you, Dieb!
February 13, 2004
Carmen
Carmen tells me what she's done
Says she's having fun
Wants to be a mum
Copper hair and golden smile
Sparkles all the while
But life can be a trial
Carmen's in a world of pain
Don't cry now for yesterday
Baby's gone but she's okay
Carmen tells me where she's been
Nightmares that she's seen
Makes me want to scream
Hear the things that she's been through
Grey and black and blue
Life can be so cruel
Sit down here and take a drink
Tell me about everything
And he shrugs and then he winks again
Chocolate box and photograph
Life is hard and life is tough
Carmen smiles and then she laughs again
It's time we started heading home now
I've made mistakes along the way
It makes no sense but I'm okay now
It's happened again
I guess I'll live another day
Sit down here and take a drink
Tell me about everything
And he shrugs and then he winks again
Chocolate box and photograph
Life is hard and life is tough
Carmen smiles and then she laughs again
Bah-bah-bah-dah-bah-dah-dah
Bah-bah-bah-dah-bah-dah-dah
Bah-bah-bah-dah-bah-dah-dah...
Text: Anderson / Berenyi
Such a poppy tune! Though this song's made me cry a good few times... Listening to it again today - happysad. Such as life! mp3
"bah-bah-bah-dah-bah-dah-dah......"
February 12, 2004
I Wanna Be Your Girlfriend
Sitting here so close
Together
So far we're just friends
But I've been wondering whether
I, am just imagining
You, do you really have a thing for me?
Like I think I see
When I see you smile
And the smile's for me
I've gotta tell ya...
Hey, you! I wanna be your girlfriend
Trying to say I wanna be your number one
Hey, you! I wanna be your girlfriend
Gonna make you love me 'fore I'm done!
Late at night when I
When I can't sleep
Picture in my mind
I see you and me
I, am telling you what I wanna be
You, you say you are in love with me
You know, feels so good in a dream
that I know in life
It's just got to be
I've gotta tell ya...
Hey, you! I wanna be your girlfriend
Trying to say I wanna be your number one
Hey, you! I wanna be your girlfriend
Gonna make you love me 'fore I'm done
Gonna make you love me
Yeah I'm gonna make you love me
Yeah I'm gonna make you love me from now on...
I, am just imagining
You, do you really have a thing for me?
Like I think I see
When I see you smile
And the smile's for me
I've gotta tell ya...
Hey, you! I wanna be your girlfriend
Trying to say I wanna be your number one
Hey, you! I wanna be your girlfriend
Gonna make you love me 'fore I'm
Hey, you! I wanna be your girlfriend
Hey, you! I wanna be your girlfriend
Hey, you! I wanna be your girlfriend
Gonna make you love me
Yeah, I'm gonna make you love me
Yeah, I'm gonna make you love me 'fore I'm done!!!
Text: Dunbar / Gargwer; covered by Lush
Couldn't resist, this one's for you Todd! heh... Not that I wanna be YOUR girlfriend [you prolly have guys lining 'round the block for you I bet], but it's just a fun song and thot that you might like a listen... Ah, the essence of bliss-pop! mp3 [3.9mb]
Hope everyone to have a sugar-coated Valentine's Day on the 14th! Sweetness & light....
I Have The Moon
We have walked in ancient times
And we've been burned for many crimes
We have ended many lives
But we never really died
You have the sun, I have the moon
You have to fly around the world all day
To keep the sun upon your face
I'd like to come and comfort you
But I'd be blinded by the blue
You have the sun, I have the moon
You're going to die under the sun
And I'll be doomed to carry on
You have become like other men
But let me kiss you once again
You have the sun, I have the moon
Text: Stephin Merritt; covered by Lush
It's a lovely tune... Eric, this one's for you! mp3 [4.5mb]
February 10, 2004
Yes It Was An Artery...
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Margerine Rock
The beauty of this creature could only be equaled by
The extent of its paradox only be equaled by
Because it wanted two things
Opposite and conflicting
It wanted the light it wanted everything in sight
Wanted to dominate or at least to participate
But only in the comfort
Of its chair and its slippers
The curiosity of the extraordinary creatue
Was indeed limited because it could not suffer
The unknown in any shape or form
At the same time of wanting to look everywhere
Set up at the top of its tower
The creature reveled in being a spectator
Through the glass what a glorious view
Relishing the gift of so much transparence
Having had absolutely no influence
Text: Stereolab
February 09, 2004
Many Worlds
Alec and I were in bed last night, lying in the dark, having our usual small chat before we fall asleep. We were just talking about this and that... then at one point, I got a little upset but then it went away, as usual. But before I finally fell asleep, it sure got me thinking though - that we're soooo different.
Our way of thinking, him being Caucasian and myself an Asian, and at times even our thought process seem so radically different. But we always work things out eventually, which is good. I've always thought to myself that I feel like I'm torn between the 2 worlds, an amateur of sort... I grew up in Hong Kong and moved to Los Angeles when I was eleven. Verbally I'm still very good with my Cantonese. I was pretty good with my Chinese writing and reading, then everything changed. I also learned a bit of English [British, but I was never any good at it!] back home but when I arrived here, the English here sounded so cryptic! I've always been called "BALL-bee", not "BAH-bee", oy! Remembering my sixth grade class, I mostly just sat there quietly and did my crafts [and played 2-square and tetherball, hee!] for the entire year... I was linguistically challenged obviously. Til this day, my grammar is still not up to par, maybe I just wasn't paying much attention, or that I was lazy?!?
So like I said, I felt torn apart, and I still do, but I never felt like I was missing out on things because of this. I don't ever recall regarding myself as a 'minority'... May it be that I'm Asian in this country, or the fact that I'm gay, I don't care... I've always felt that I'm 'equalled'... I'm just me, lil ol' me. I'm no less than you and you're no more than me [or is that 'no more than I'?]. You can be white, black, yellow, brown, red, or green... But I do feel more compassionate toward people who are in needs, as opposed to people who are able... Is that being prejudice? What makes you think you're better than the bum down the street, right? We all cast a shadow under the sun.
Anyway, back to the cultural differences, sometimes I feel like I can't communicate. It's difficult for me, but that's just the way it is. The 'gap' will always be there no matter, it can get frustrating at times but also yet challenging. I can study more, or take a creative writing workshop or even a human behavior/psychology course or something, I dunno... I may be a Chinese-American, but at heart, I'm still a bit more of a Chinese, than an American... Is that so wrong to say? The people that I associate with prolly think more of me being like a [yeah, you've heard this before!] "banana", yellow on the outside and white on the inside... but I think I'm just the opposite, hmm... maybe like a "poached egg"? Uh huh!!
Silly stuff, but that's what I was thinking last night right before I cleared my head and conked out.
PS. Before I go, if you're into fashion music sexy men 70's mens hairstyle and polyester ready-wear, this is nice. If you're into video gaming, anime, comic books and such, check this out! Ha-ha-hot! Baaaaaaa!
Music: His Name Is Alive - Library Girl
February 08, 2004
Zhang Yimou
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I watched The Road Home again a few nights ago... and everytime I can't help but to feel a little sad, though in a good way. A simple story about love, life and devotion.
And I like that.
Image: Sony Pictures Classics
February 07, 2004
I'd Like To Walk Around In Your Mind
I'd like to walk around in your mind some day
I'd like to walk all over the things you say to me
I'd like to run and jump on your solitude
I'd like to rearrange your attitude to me
You say you just want peace and you'd never hurt anyone
You see the end before the beginning is ever begun
I would disturb your lazy tranquility
I'd turn away the sad impossibility of your smile
I'd sit there hearing the sound of the things I like about you
I'd sing my songs and find out just what they mean to you
But most of all I'd like you to be unaware
And I'd just wander away trailing palm leaves behind me
So you don't even know that I've been there
Text: Unknown
February 05, 2004
February 04, 2004
February 02, 2004
Strange Fruit
The sky was a muted grey today, and it was lovely. I like this chilly weather, everything seems so brisk and freshly faded.
Something happened this afternoon while I was at work... I dunno... I was going back to my desk, walking past a co-worker [in his late 50's prolly, a person whom I've never talked to before, nothing really unusual since I walk by him everyday!], I caught him looking down at his desk, having an orange at his cubicle... he then looked up briefly and our eyes locked for a mere second - I gave him a smile and then he went on about his business...
He's discreet to begin with. I think I had caught a glimpse of this person's own 'me' time... it was very intimate, and I felt myself being somewhat like an uninvited guest... yet the incident made me very happy [I know 'happy' isn't much of an adjective, but that's how I felt at the time!]... It was like a warm and fuzzy feeling - genuinely good inside. Seeing a stranger, yet a familiar face, having a little quiet 'moment' to himself...
You're prolly thinking that this is all a little weird... maybe... I might be reading too much into it, but I did feel something special, I can't explain it much more, but it was a darn good feeling and I'll just leave it at that.
Music: Air - Surfing On A Rocket