September 2010
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“And as for you my galvanized friend, you want a heart. You don’t know how lucky you are not to have one. Hearts will never be practical until they can be made unbreakable.”
”.. and it’s that if i ever go looking for my heart’s desire again, i won’t look any further than my own backyard. Because if it isn’t there, i never really lost it to...
May 2010
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People living their lives for you on TV They say they’re better than you and you agree
» Jewel
Summer’s finally here.. my days are brighter in more ways than one.
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York march 10
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Edinburgh oct 09
April 2010
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“Hello?” “Hello. Where’re you?” “Home.” “Do you like eating hamburgers?” “They’re alright.” “When was the last time you had one?” “I don’t remember.” “Do you feel like eating hamburgers?” “Not now.” “When will you feel like eating one?” “When i have the...
March 2010
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Good night: I had one of the best 6-hour chats of my life. I fixed the lego city firestation with my flatmate while munching on strawberries. I have fresh laundry; up and down the basement at 3am gets a bit creepy but mm.. clean clothes.
睡不了。
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2 years ago i made a friend make me a promise. In recent months i’ve been hassling him to break it for my benefit but he refuses. I can’t decide if that’s a good thing.
Probably.
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I dreamt of being heavily involved in something termed Forwardship last night. Google yielded one result - ‘a kind of democratisation of leadership, bringing it within reach of anyone who is able to think deeply and carefully about both ends and means.’ Never heard of it really but i like already.
In living alone i realize what a complete mess i am, and make. I toss my hangers onto...
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“But you can be immobile, you can fall silent. Then at least you don’t lie. You can close yourself in, shut yourself off. Then you don’t have to play roles, show any faces or make false gestures. Or so you think. But you see, reality is bloody-minded. Your hideout isn’t watertight. Life seeps into everything.”
» Persona
February 2010
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A guy elaborated on how he used to live with somebody who arranges books in alphabetical order a few days ago. The class laughed. I do that all the time. Um.. freak?
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I had hot pot last night. It was great. I burnt my tongue.
I have trouble finishing wide sargasso sea. Strange.. because i had written on bertha for my last essay. I suppose a book telling me how life could have been like for her before marriage is a pain to devour. I already have a story.
I hold imagination, too.
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Glasgow nov 09
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My room is beginning to bear the likeness of a canto pub. I have beer. Lots of it. I have cantonese and chinese songs looping on the laptop for hours. Half of which i don’t understand. I have a languid figure parked lazily on her chair. She squints to watch the clock in the shadows tick as her mind wanders lawlessly. I have an occasional intruder entering without warning. But only because...
幸福需要那么难得吗。
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Over my undersized hand towers a chocolate bar. I take one bite. Two. The tears come hard. Hot. Hurried. I weep for the next 15 minutes. I rarely bother finishing the chocolate even if it’s real good. Like kinder bueno.
5 hours later i go to bed. I lie still for a good half hour before turning on my side. Before i know it i am weeping again. This time it lasts 5 minutes. If i’m lucky...
October 2009
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And the days are not full enough And the nights are not full enough And life slips by like a field mouse Not shaking the grass.
» Ezra Pound