"也許上天把我們的心做得這麼小，就是為了讓我們把苦的東西拿出來，空出位子，再把甜的東西放進去吧。"

-蔡康永, 14/11/2010

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Labels: notes to self

What would you save if you had 20 minutes before a tsunami was to come and take away everything?

"You're going to pick the most meaningful objects to you, because those are the true objects that truly reflect the true story of who you are and what your personal narrative is, a story that you're telling to yourself and no one else because that's the only audience that matters."
- Rob Walker, author & columnist, New York Times magazine in Objectified

What if we lost words the moment they were out of our mouths?

What if they could only breathe the air that was inside of our bodies, the internalised oxygen in our brains?

We would only be able to write to each other.

Or whisper, so that our sentences would not be sent flying from our lips. They could hold on to our teeth for dear life.

Gently, gently.

Which words would die out first? Which would survive?

Long-suffering "I love you"s, trapped in the heart for an indeterminate amount of time, that have been repeatedly launched into the inside of the mouth, but never came out, so many near-death experiences. Finally breaking free, only to die forever - a glorious, noble death - after falling upon the eager ears of the one who has waited so long to hear them.

Or perhaps they would be catapulted right into the ears, and enter the brain, to live in another's soul, and if he or she were faithful and loyal and expressive, to return once again to its rightful owner in the future, where this "I love you" would be complete, because they meant what they said, and so it is filled to the brim with meaning and therefore purpose.

Words which fall on deaf ears would die with, or of, regret.
"Make your bed".
"I made dinner, come home early to eat."
"No cheating."
"May I help you?"
"Please don't cry."
"Would you like to make a donation?"
"Am I fat?"
"I had a terrible day today."
"Don't leave me."
"Do you love me?"
"Help."
"Look out for that car!"
"I love you."

Luckier "I love you"s, those whispered at sleeping lovers, and those tenderly uttered when kissing, holding, touching, playing, loving, gazing, would live by the skin of their teeth.

When the last careless person has uttered his last careless word, until everyone learned the same sign language, we would all walk around with notebooks, or writing on our palms, and get by by pointing, gesturing, writing, typing, in a world devoid of the spoken word.

Labels: egomaniac

We are all works of literature.

Some people are like an open book.

Some are so determined to remain closed, that you need to know just the right method to open them. And it's not always violence. Sometimes they fall open with a gentle stroke, just like Hagrid's monster book in Harry Potter.

Some are mysteries begging to be solved.

Some are whodunnits who never reveal the answers.

Some can be judged by their covers - what you see is what you get.

Some are an acquired taste.

Some get better with time, like wine.

Some have plots riddled with layers of complexity or sophistication.

Some are simple but profound, like The Little Prince.

Some are thrillers - hold on tight to that hand as it whisks you into a world of adrenaline and endorphins.

Some, you love from page one.

Some, start off on the wrong foot, but, if you persist, end up becoming one of the most important books you've ever encountered.

Some, you abandon after a few chapters, meaning to come back to it but haven't found the time.

Some, you want to keep forever.

Some are rotten; awardwinning; long; short; thin; fat; diseased; new; old; handsome; plain; nondescript; antique; tacky; misunderstood; conspiratorial; controversial; dramatic; melodramatic; boring; fun; visual; literary; academic; flammable; silly; sexy; funny; lovely; cute; inspirational; awe-inducing; idealistic; pointless; soulless; directionless; lost; classic; schizophrenic; combative; peaceful;

one of a kind.

Some of the rewards you get from a relationship are like easter eggs hidden throughout the pages, staying out of sight until you learn how to see, or stumble upon them. Sometimes, you even have to read between the lines.

Some are as instant and direct as emboldened text, like a sunshine smile or a hug that makes everything right as rain.

Some reward you at the start or end of every chapter.

Some can be like red herrings, seemingly precious but actually rotten.

Some, you might discover only at the end of the series, like Snape's love for Lily.

Some books can only be read by its author.

Some give pleasure to the masses.

Some are meant for only one reader.

Let's hope he's not illiterate.

Labels: egomaniac

Death by electrocution.

Squee! The MV for my favourite song in To Hebe is out!



Kudos to H.I.M and the production team, who must have been working on a tight budget but didn't let it show at all in the finished product. Thank you! =) =) I love it!