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October 29, 2005
Coloured balls on Streets
So beautiful - makes me want to go back to San Francisco so badly. No city has ever made me feel the way San Francisco did.
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October 26, 2005
Frantic
Life blurs and suddenly, there are so many things to be done.
There's work to finish, dreams to chase, responsibilities to fulfill, friends to catch up with, and love to endure, make and grow.
So, out of the blue, life races alongside and, stopping to breathe, I finally recognise myself.
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October 15, 2005
Falling In Love
Sunset At Singapore Yacht Club, 7 Oct 2005
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October 14, 2005
Fire
What is the difference between love and obsession? Didn't both make you stay up all night, wandering the streets, a victim of your own imagination, your own heartbeat? Didn't you fall into both, headfast into quicksand? Wasn't every man in love a fool and every woman a slave?
Love was like rain: it turned into ice, or it disappeared. Now you saw it, now you couldn't find it no matter how hard you might search. Love evaporated; obsession was realer; it hurt, like a pin in your bottom, a stone in your shoe. It didn't go away in the blink of an eye. A morning call filled with regret. A letter that said, Dear you, good-bye from me. Obsession tasted like something familiar. Something you'd known your whole life. It settled and lurked; it stayed with you.
-Alice Hoffman, The Ice Queen
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October 11, 2005
Alone and Being Me
When everything gets lonely I can be my own best friend
I get a coffee and the paper; have my own conversations
With the sidewalk and the pigeons and my window reflection
The mask I polish in the evening, by the morning looks like shit.
-Bright Eyes, Lua
I just want to be my own best friend for a while, have my own conversations with the sidewalk and the pigeons and my window reflection. My mask looks like shit no matter how hard I polish it. I need a brand new mask - a brand new skin - a brand new life.
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October 09, 2005
Notes on the Human State
Yesterday was a good day. Caught two movies from the Japanese Film Festival and it was excellent that they were programmed back to back.
Tony Takitani
To translate any story by Murakami is not going to be easy. Part of the beauty of Murakami's text is the poetic and meandering narrative that delves into his characters' psyche so well. And to retain the meandering narrative with acting is not possible. So the movie started out with alot of narrative, like a narrated play. It felt slow and contrived initially, but suddenly, just like that, I found out I stopped breathing in the middle of the movie. My breath was taken away, by the beauty of the stark cinematic shots of the perfect people. So perfect, so clinical, so beautiful something was missing. And yes - it was what was missing from their hearts -Love and Companionship. The abject loneliness of the characters and the urban world we live in was accentuated by the perfectly beautiful sets and the narrative provided more distance from the characters to the viewer, making them more alone.
So my heart was broken and my breath taken away, but it was a beautiful movie nonetheless. Murakami visualised.
Letter From The Mountain
And then over lunch, you ponder about the bleakness of life and futility of human relations. But Letter From The Mountain challenged all that. With life, friendship and love, Letter From The Mountain showed all is not lost. People can get disillusioned by death in the city, people can get cancer, people can DIE from cancer BUT at the end of the day, it's the people around you and acceptance of the nature around you that makes the difference. Life will prevail. Everything is lush, green - white - red - brown. Life will prevail.
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October 06, 2005
Hidden Wisdom
Sometimes, in times of absolute exhaustion, several revelations dawn upon me.
I realised that:
1) At the end of the day, all it takes is just a good crazy run to make me smile.
2) If I actually make the effort to be nice to mean people, at some point, they do break and become nice to me.
3) Sometimes, silence is golden. The BF is gone to Xi'An for a week and suddenly, not hearing from him, I begin to miss him dearly and remember I do love him. The same happened when the Ex went overseas in the previous relationship. Absolute absence, perhaps, does make the heart grow fonder. It's internet that's the bitch.
4) There is something about walking the streets of Singapore at night that revitalises me. I like to feel granite, through my Birkies, under my soles. I like to walk till my thighs hurt. I like to breathe the night air and wonder what goes on beyond the dark streets. And so I condemn my proper day job which forbids me from walking my nights away.
5) I'm in a strange pensive mood and I wait for the day I can write proper again.
6) I am tired but working late alone in the office brings on a strange sense of calm and satisfaction. It reminds me of nights alone at the Melb Uni Computer Lab, working on papers with nothing but my music and courage.
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Ennui
I've been silenced by routine and work. And while I hide in my post-pop music and bury myself with The Social (a new term learnt from a new friend), please wait a while for the daisy to speak again.
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October 04, 2005
Lust
Isn't this the sexiest man in the world?
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