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if stating a favourite flower makes you doomed to receive only that flower for the rest of your life, i'll rather not. but i do think white roses are pretty.
[listening to: isaac by madonna]
Thursday, November 01, 2007
[by the way i tried to say]
promises, just like vouchers and contracts and promotional posters, come with fine print as well, that nobody notices until it is too late and everything is over and done with. you see the big, sensationalized words - things like Don't Worry I Will Always Be There For You, or Best Friends Forever, or Love You Long Long Baby. and with these words flashing in front of you, you dive headfirst alwaysalwaysalways forgeting to ask about the conditions attached. the ones that state the specific situations in which the promise holds, because it is understood that it does not hold otherwise. then you see the promises for what they truly are - Don't Worry I Will Always Be There For You, provided you treat me well, and i happen to be free; Best Friends Forever till i move on and find a new friend; Love You Long Long Baby but how long is long anyway i never stated that so you cannot hold me to it.
cheating? maybe. but you did not read the fine print.
[Listening to: breakable by ingrid michaelson]
Monday, October 29, 2007
[by the way i tried to say]
there are times when i press my palm against the face of a giant subwoofer speaker and literally feel the music that is coming through it. to experience the vibrations; and to imagine, just for a few moments, what it is like to live in the world of the deaf. to feel the pulse of the music and to believe deep down inside that it's a living thing just like yourself.
[listening to: love will come through by travis]
Saturday, September 08, 2007
[by the way i tried to say]
forgetting has to be passive. this makes it impossible to forget intentionally - there comes the inevitability of remembering what it is you want to forget in the first place. it is negligence that leads to forgetting, but you can't force negligence, even holding the idea of it in your head makes it unable to take place.
it's like trying to picture emptiness - you end up thinking of it in terms of the absence of something, or else you create a blackness that only conceals, but does not remove. these are the blockages we create in the thought connections of the things we want to forget, in the hope that with frequent obstruction in such thought pathways, our interest in reaching the end gradually wanes and we achieve our purpose of forgetting.
we all play a game of tag with forgetting. the more you try to pursue it the greater the distance it puts between, but when there comes a time when you are least aware and least suspecting, it sneaks up upon you and taps you on the shoulder.
[listening to: ven tu by domenic marte]
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
[by the way i tried to say]
is reserve even valued anymore? our world seems to be owned by those who pour their hearts out the fastest. exhibiting the most exciting chapter might entice others into buying your book, but then what's left to read after? good things emerge bit by bit - pandering to mainstream demands by rushing things just spoils taste.
[listening to: can't get over you by groove coverage]
Sunday, July 15, 2007
[by the way i tried to say]
the story went something like this - a girl, kind and fair, whispered all her secrets into a hollow in a tree. everyday she spoke to it, everyday it listened. but one day the tree was cut down, and the trunk made into a drum, one which sounded all her secrets out for the world to hear. and the secrets were no longer secrets, and what was hers was no longer hers.
so the moral of the story - conserve the forest, save the trees.
[listening to: i think she knows (lovestoned) by justin timberlake]
Sunday, June 24, 2007
[by the way i tried to say]
class is not found in wealth or social status, but rather in gracious thoughts and manners.