Sunday, January 22, 2006
who stole the weekend? was it you again?
The snotgreen sea. The scrotumtightening sea.
--james joyce, ulysses
some people are water babies. i am not. give me the warm, reassuring land anytime over jellyfish- and stonefish-infested water, pulsing gently with plastic bags, motorboat fuel, slippers and the byproducts of a million fishes' sexing, living, excreting, and dying. bobbing up and down in distresingly-salty water and wondering what your kidneys are thinking of the fluid you gulped down about half a minute ago in panic when a mast dropped on your head, once again, with a iq-dropping THWONK.
windsurfing is very tiring. and it involves too much pulling and falling over for my taste. cableskiing is still much more fun but very difficult to organise trips for.
i have rediscovered pandora thanks to marcus! limewire is working overtime now. and so is bittorrent, to replace all 40 gig of music i lost when the comp crashed last week. =( and also lord of war and brokeback mountain. what are the chances singapore is going to let a movie about an arms dealer (bet you didn't know that we happen to be one of the biggest conduits for stolen and illegal weaponry in the world.) and two gay cowboys be shown on singapore screens unedited? pah.
emily's party was good fun! oh! what's that? it's the sound of my diet going down the drain. most excellent food. and mahjong. and wonderful company. =) all our fridays should be this fun.
need a new bag. and slippers.
well-painted passion
you rightly suspect
impersonation:
the dumbing down of love.
jaded in anger
love underwhelms you;
no box of chocolates
whichever way you fall.
and if i tell you,
lover alone without love,
what will happen?
lover alone without love,
will you miss him?
lover alone without-- without love
you're still not famous
and you haven't struck it rich--
underachieving
'cause no one's receiving
this tunnel vision.
it's turning out all wrong.
--frou frou, the dumbing down of love
+ fictions&fires
11:08 AM
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plangere, latin: to strike, or to lament.
in the depth of winter i finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.
--albert camus
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to be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best night and day to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle any human being can fight and never stop fighting.
-- ee cummings
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