Thursday, August 24, 2006
For the longest time...
For the longest time, I've wanted a Fendi Spy Bag...
For the longest time, I've wanted to blog...
Now, I've sorta done it.
Hah! What a sucky post...
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11:06 PM
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Friday, August 18, 2006
When the music fades...
After all the groovin' to the thumping beat, your heartbeat kinda slows down.
From the adrenalin rushing papitations to that steady, somber sound.
Sure, the bash was fun. MOS was a good experience. But really, after the crowds and the flashing lights, the much needed space of the room seems too vast. The much desired air seems heavy, foreign to my skin.
I guess this is what the post-modern sense of individual alienation is about. The wanderer enjoys the sights and sounds of the urban buzz yet feels that isolation, the eternal quarantine...
For me, having fun is not enough. That feeling of loneliness and emptiness that follows the surge of reckless abandon may be intoxicating, yet, it can never be invigorating.
After a good night's rest, I know I'll find my equilibrium again.
My heart... will once again beat to the rhythm of that steady, satisfactory song.
My heart... aches for that girl, that emblematic figure of a lost and searching generation.
My heart... thanks God for Him.
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3:20 AM
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Wednesday, August 09, 2006
Speechless
It's strangely surreal (and that's probably repetition) that something that is supposed to bind creates such a huge gulf instead.
It's weirdly odd (and that I'm quite sure is repetition) that a rapidly thumping heart can simultaneously sink.
And it's just plain sad that you don't talk when you can.
So that just doesn't make much sense. Perhaps one of the reasons why students are taught text types templates, so that even though they lack in content, the structure supports them.
I finally realized how prescriptive rules are good for instances of low content.
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5:58 AM
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Monday, August 07, 2006
Kids these days...
Unable to withstand the persistent "姐姐，讲故事！" (Tell us a[nother] story!), I began with:
"Once upon a time, there was this boy who really really liked a girl. However, he was too shy to talk to her..."
Before I could continue, the girl asked, straight-panned:
"他懂不懂她的 blog?"
(Does he know of her blog?)
. . .
Eh?
Since when did blog reading become a part of courtship ritual? Man... I've got a feeling I'm falling behind times.
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9:42 PM
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Sunday, August 06, 2006
Indulgence in Self pity
I know I shouldn't.
In my mind and my heart, I know that I've been sorted out.
But in a moment of indulgent self pity, I've lost the faith, the confidence that I can conquer and over come it...
them...
and chosen to run away.
And with that, I've sealed the fate of the battle.
Lost. Ran away. Defeated.
I swear I'll be back. This will not end in such way... not this time.
Not again.
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12:27 PM
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