I noticed that most of the title of my posts have always something to do with the weather. I SWEAR IT ISN'T INTENTIONAL.
Crossdressing is manry. Yes, it is.
HUNS: CROSSDRESSERS!!! EYE BURN!!! RUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN!!!
That's why you should prove your worth by dressing up Shang. (i bet if you shook your silk dress clad booty at the Huns they'd just drop down dead and then there'd be no need for the sword fight.) 8D
..."mysterious as the dark side of the moooooooooooooon"
...NOW I WANT TO KARAOKE DISNEY SONGS DAMMIT ALLLLLLLLLLL
Friday, March 20, 2009
Monday, March 16, 2009
The wind that fiercely whirls about, the shower that washes away everything
There's something about impending storms. Simmering feelings, undefined under my chest close to my heart. I don't know what it is. But it's that feeling you get when the blocked light turns everything a shade of gloomy yellow, and if you raise your hand you touch the ceiling of the sky. You can pull down a cloud you know.
It's standing in a high place that does the trick. You're on top of the world, and everything is spread bare before you. The rain rolls in like a heavy curtain, and it hurts because it's in torrents. It's the gale that makes you feel small, makes you feel like you could be blown away, ashes to the wind. And it makes you feel invincible, back straight, standing against the end of the world.
I have loved the rain since forever. But what I found out was that I loved seeing the thunder storm brewing and rushing towards me just as much. That calm before the storm. It's addictive.
It's being unable to see 6 feet in front of you. It's hearing the water drum a symphony, the crack of lighting and the low snarl of thunder. It's hearing the wind whistle through that gap in the windows.
It's seeing the aftermath, the swelled banks, the crooked (broken) trees, the drowned sidewalks. And the smell of after rain, and the smoke of the city that never goes away anyway.
And I think: this is when I'm most alive.
I think: It's the end of the world, and no one can stop me.
A/N: I find the whole process of rain a beautiful, beautiful thing. And it's been POURING over here (actually, today the rain's lighter). But weather forecasts says that it won't stop lololol.
Yesterday was the 'best'. It was pratically a gale, and so many trees got uprooted. caused a jam, that did. and the jurong lake swelled and ate up the chinese garden's banks. i think the trees that toppled by the bank are still half floating.
my dad couldn't get out of the car (he was just coming back) and he said he saw HAIL. DUDE. and at a corner nearby, he saw a tree crack and slam straight onto a car. luckily no one (save the poor chum's car) was injured. And i haven't had to run around mopping up puddles that leaked through the windows for like... a decade. In spite of the damage, i loved every minute of it-- seeing the rain from a distance come closer like a curtain, and the afterwards. then again, i didn't get wet, so i don't know XD
I know rain is an over used imagery (see: angsty love scenes, epic funerals) but have you ever felt like you could throw yourself into the sky and fly anywhere you want whenever there's a storm? It's calming, and somehow i feel empowered.
(yes, yes i know this sounds the same as that road run. But it's the rainy season!)
It's standing in a high place that does the trick. You're on top of the world, and everything is spread bare before you. The rain rolls in like a heavy curtain, and it hurts because it's in torrents. It's the gale that makes you feel small, makes you feel like you could be blown away, ashes to the wind. And it makes you feel invincible, back straight, standing against the end of the world.
I have loved the rain since forever. But what I found out was that I loved seeing the thunder storm brewing and rushing towards me just as much. That calm before the storm. It's addictive.
It's being unable to see 6 feet in front of you. It's hearing the water drum a symphony, the crack of lighting and the low snarl of thunder. It's hearing the wind whistle through that gap in the windows.
It's seeing the aftermath, the swelled banks, the crooked (broken) trees, the drowned sidewalks. And the smell of after rain, and the smoke of the city that never goes away anyway.
And I think: this is when I'm most alive.
I think: It's the end of the world, and no one can stop me.
A/N: I find the whole process of rain a beautiful, beautiful thing. And it's been POURING over here (actually, today the rain's lighter). But weather forecasts says that it won't stop lololol.
Yesterday was the 'best'. It was pratically a gale, and so many trees got uprooted. caused a jam, that did. and the jurong lake swelled and ate up the chinese garden's banks. i think the trees that toppled by the bank are still half floating.
my dad couldn't get out of the car (he was just coming back) and he said he saw HAIL. DUDE. and at a corner nearby, he saw a tree crack and slam straight onto a car. luckily no one (save the poor chum's car) was injured. And i haven't had to run around mopping up puddles that leaked through the windows for like... a decade. In spite of the damage, i loved every minute of it-- seeing the rain from a distance come closer like a curtain, and the afterwards. then again, i didn't get wet, so i don't know XD
I know rain is an over used imagery (see: angsty love scenes, epic funerals) but have you ever felt like you could throw yourself into the sky and fly anywhere you want whenever there's a storm? It's calming, and somehow i feel empowered.
(yes, yes i know this sounds the same as that road run. But it's the rainy season!)
Sunday, March 8, 2009
The gift of last memories
Okuribito--Departures
It's beautiful, poetic and sensitivly done, treading the fine balance between comedy and angst. It's little wonder why it won the Academy Award for Best Foreign Language Film in the 2009 Oscars, and whole lot of others too. If you haven't watched it yet, GO. IT'S SUBARASHI! SAIKO! SUGOI! ICHIBAN! GOOOOOOOOO.
It's beautiful, poetic and sensitivly done, treading the fine balance between comedy and angst. It's little wonder why it won the Academy Award for Best Foreign Language Film in the 2009 Oscars, and whole lot of others too. If you haven't watched it yet, GO. IT'S SUBARASHI! SAIKO! SUGOI! ICHIBAN! GOOOOOOOOO.
Monday, March 2, 2009
And so they died miserably ever after.
'The Savage nodded, frowning. "You got rid of them. Yes, that's just like you. Getting rid of everything unpleasant instead of learning to put up with it. Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles and ending them... But you don't do either. Neither suffer nor oppose. You just abolish the slings and arrows. It's too easy."
...
"What you need," the Savage went on, "is something with tears for a change. Nothing costs enough here."
...
"But I like the inconveniences."
"We don't," said the Controller. "We prefer to do things comfortably."
"But I don't want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin."
"In fact," said Mustapha Mond, "you're claiming the right to be unhappy."
"Alright then," said the Savage defiantly, "I'm claiming the right to be unhappy."
"Not to mention the right to grow old and ugly and impotent; the right to have syphillis and cancer; the right to have too little to eat; the right to be lousy; the right to live in constant apprehension of what may happen tomorrow; the right to catch typhoid; the right to be tortured by unspeakable pains of every kind."
There was a long silence.
"I claim them all," said the Savage at last.'
-Chapter XVII, Brave New World, by Aldous Huxley
(this is one of my favourite passages in the book, the other being the ending. But giving endings away is akin to killing a story. Anyway, this is slightly more comprehensive out of context then were i to take out the ending instead.)
...
"What you need," the Savage went on, "is something with tears for a change. Nothing costs enough here."
...
"But I like the inconveniences."
"We don't," said the Controller. "We prefer to do things comfortably."
"But I don't want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin."
"In fact," said Mustapha Mond, "you're claiming the right to be unhappy."
"Alright then," said the Savage defiantly, "I'm claiming the right to be unhappy."
"Not to mention the right to grow old and ugly and impotent; the right to have syphillis and cancer; the right to have too little to eat; the right to be lousy; the right to live in constant apprehension of what may happen tomorrow; the right to catch typhoid; the right to be tortured by unspeakable pains of every kind."
There was a long silence.
"I claim them all," said the Savage at last.'
-Chapter XVII, Brave New World, by Aldous Huxley
(this is one of my favourite passages in the book, the other being the ending. But giving endings away is akin to killing a story. Anyway, this is slightly more comprehensive out of context then were i to take out the ending instead.)
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