Because I like Coupland and I like Vancouver.
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Monday, January 29, 2007
Saturday, January 27, 2007
reading
"The light of the moon is a quiet reflection, large, even, and mild. The light of the moon comes from far away. That makes it quiet. I imagine the shadows that things cast on the earth in the light of the moon imperceptibly seeking separation.
...Personal landscpae. Images and landscapes of longing, mourning, tranquility, joy, loneliness, sacntuary, ugliness, the pretension of pride, seduction. In my memory they all have a light of their own...Jun'ichiro (in 'in praise of shadows') praises shadows. And shadows praise light." p. 92
"Between sunset and sunrise, we furnish ourselves with illumination of our own making, lights that we can switch on at will. These lights cannot be compared to daylight; they are too weak and too breathless with their flickering intensities and swiftly spreading shadows.
But when I do not think of these lights that we make ourselves as an attempt to eliminate darkness, when I think of them as night-time lights, as accentuated night, as intimate illuminated clearings taht we carve out of the darkness, then they can become beautiful, then they can have a magic all their own.
Which lights do we want to switch on between sunset and sunrise? What do we want to illuminate in our buildings, cities, and landscapes? How and for how long?" p. 93
"The light of the moon is a quiet reflection, large, even, and mild. The light of the moon comes from far away. That makes it quiet. I imagine the shadows that things cast on the earth in the light of the moon imperceptibly seeking separation.
...Personal landscpae. Images and landscapes of longing, mourning, tranquility, joy, loneliness, sacntuary, ugliness, the pretension of pride, seduction. In my memory they all have a light of their own...Jun'ichiro (in 'in praise of shadows') praises shadows. And shadows praise light." p. 92
"Between sunset and sunrise, we furnish ourselves with illumination of our own making, lights that we can switch on at will. These lights cannot be compared to daylight; they are too weak and too breathless with their flickering intensities and swiftly spreading shadows.
But when I do not think of these lights that we make ourselves as an attempt to eliminate darkness, when I think of them as night-time lights, as accentuated night, as intimate illuminated clearings taht we carve out of the darkness, then they can become beautiful, then they can have a magic all their own.
Which lights do we want to switch on between sunset and sunrise? What do we want to illuminate in our buildings, cities, and landscapes? How and for how long?" p. 93
everyone has their thinking space
i recall, that whenever i want to be inspired, or am inspired, the image that appears in my mind harkens back to when i was a child of kindergarten age sitting on the window balcony - it's magic, it's not a real balcony so you have to climb up on something to get onto it - and with the window closed behind me - both behind and in front are dark - i am looking out at the night sky and the shadows of the forest across the road with the smell of night laced on the patterned grills. it is loud with silence - a symphonic silence (silence has many layers and types). sometimes i am with my mother. she is asking me about my five-year-old day. sometimes i am alone. sometimes i am in the midst of playing hide-and-seek-in-the-dark with my siblings and the window balcony is one place to hide. i am on top of the world - flying but safe. i am high but not too high - four stories - the grill is assuring.
later i am fifteen years old and sitting on the balcony ledge with my books, leaning against the grill - it is assuring - and the setting sun is washing me in a dense orange coat. i see the trees in their green and i cannot concentrate on my books. maths or english whatever, i just contemplate being in that space.
if i ever design my own home there will be a balcony that one must climb onto something to get onto. adventure must be allowed in childhood and when you become a teen it becomes a refuge and place of dreaming in the solitary in the rich greenness of the tree tops, just across the road.
it is where you grow your interior world.
i recall, that whenever i want to be inspired, or am inspired, the image that appears in my mind harkens back to when i was a child of kindergarten age sitting on the window balcony - it's magic, it's not a real balcony so you have to climb up on something to get onto it - and with the window closed behind me - both behind and in front are dark - i am looking out at the night sky and the shadows of the forest across the road with the smell of night laced on the patterned grills. it is loud with silence - a symphonic silence (silence has many layers and types). sometimes i am with my mother. she is asking me about my five-year-old day. sometimes i am alone. sometimes i am in the midst of playing hide-and-seek-in-the-dark with my siblings and the window balcony is one place to hide. i am on top of the world - flying but safe. i am high but not too high - four stories - the grill is assuring.
later i am fifteen years old and sitting on the balcony ledge with my books, leaning against the grill - it is assuring - and the setting sun is washing me in a dense orange coat. i see the trees in their green and i cannot concentrate on my books. maths or english whatever, i just contemplate being in that space.
if i ever design my own home there will be a balcony that one must climb onto something to get onto. adventure must be allowed in childhood and when you become a teen it becomes a refuge and place of dreaming in the solitary in the rich greenness of the tree tops, just across the road.
it is where you grow your interior world.
it's friday i'm in love
he says, so your show on tv should finish after eleven?
yes i say with glee because i know what that means.
and he comes at eleven thirty. where shall we go, he thinks aloud and we decide on the airport. listen to this music, i want you to have a feel of what chick corea's sound is like, he can be quite heavy listening - as preparation for the mosaic concert in march at the esplanade my boyfriend gives me a lesson in the rudiments of chick corea. listen to this part, it's his signature tune, he explains and talks about the difficulty in syncopation for the band back in year two - oh ya i remember, i cut in. so this is chick. i tap my feet and want to dance.
you can always trust verve.
the roads are paved with diamonds (rain-painted) and in the dark the siloutte of the palm trees in the middle of the road make like a screen back lit by the light of the faceless cars on the other side. the molten spots of the street lamps that look neckless in the dark - hey the lights make everything look so yellow suddenly, he says. i mumble something about photoshop saturation. he holds my hand. the bass in this song always makes me feel very emotional, he says. i ask him why. it really drives the piece, he replies. i track the bassline and feel the sculpted veins of his hands.
we have macdonald's. we talk and i forgot what about, but i am very happy as i dip my mcnuggets into my curry sauce and admire him from across the table. my boyfriend of detail. he loves me in great detail, i think to myself.
he says, so your show on tv should finish after eleven?
yes i say with glee because i know what that means.
and he comes at eleven thirty. where shall we go, he thinks aloud and we decide on the airport. listen to this music, i want you to have a feel of what chick corea's sound is like, he can be quite heavy listening - as preparation for the mosaic concert in march at the esplanade my boyfriend gives me a lesson in the rudiments of chick corea. listen to this part, it's his signature tune, he explains and talks about the difficulty in syncopation for the band back in year two - oh ya i remember, i cut in. so this is chick. i tap my feet and want to dance.
you can always trust verve.
the roads are paved with diamonds (rain-painted) and in the dark the siloutte of the palm trees in the middle of the road make like a screen back lit by the light of the faceless cars on the other side. the molten spots of the street lamps that look neckless in the dark - hey the lights make everything look so yellow suddenly, he says. i mumble something about photoshop saturation. he holds my hand. the bass in this song always makes me feel very emotional, he says. i ask him why. it really drives the piece, he replies. i track the bassline and feel the sculpted veins of his hands.
we have macdonald's. we talk and i forgot what about, but i am very happy as i dip my mcnuggets into my curry sauce and admire him from across the table. my boyfriend of detail. he loves me in great detail, i think to myself.
Friday, January 26, 2007
"Architecture has its own realm. It has a special physical relationship with life. I do not think of it primarily as either a message or a symbol, but as an envelope and background for life which goes on in adn around it, a sensitive container for the rhythm of footstops on the floor, for the concentration of work, for the silence of sleep." - p. 12
"In my youth I imagined poetry as a kind of coloured cloud made up of more or less difuse metaphors and allusions, which, although they might be enjoyable, were difficult to associate with a reliable view of the world. As an architect, I have learned to understand that the opposite of this youthful definition of poetry is probably closer to the truth.
If a work of architecture consists o forms and contents that combine to create a strong fundamental mood powerful enough to affect us, it may opssess the qualities of a work of art. This art has, ohowever, nothing to do with the interesting configurations or originality. It is concerned with insights and understanding, and above all with truth. Perhaps poetry is unexpected truth. It lives in stillness. Architecture's artistic task is to give this still expectancy a form. The building itself is never poetic. At most, it may possess subtle qualities, which, at certain moments, permit us to understand something that we were never able to understand in quite this way before." - p. 19
Peter Zumthor, Thinking Architecture
"In my youth I imagined poetry as a kind of coloured cloud made up of more or less difuse metaphors and allusions, which, although they might be enjoyable, were difficult to associate with a reliable view of the world. As an architect, I have learned to understand that the opposite of this youthful definition of poetry is probably closer to the truth.
If a work of architecture consists o forms and contents that combine to create a strong fundamental mood powerful enough to affect us, it may opssess the qualities of a work of art. This art has, ohowever, nothing to do with the interesting configurations or originality. It is concerned with insights and understanding, and above all with truth. Perhaps poetry is unexpected truth. It lives in stillness. Architecture's artistic task is to give this still expectancy a form. The building itself is never poetic. At most, it may possess subtle qualities, which, at certain moments, permit us to understand something that we were never able to understand in quite this way before." - p. 19
Peter Zumthor, Thinking Architecture
read a book for supper
"She swings her arms out from her sides as she walks. That's how Amber walks, with her arms kind of swinging out, as if she knows exactly where she's going and though it's quite far and you might know know where you're heading to, it'll be worth it, it's going to be really really amazing when you get there." - p. 132
i'm at page 139.
it is late but i want to read my book but my eyes are tired.
actually i want to do work too but it seems a weird time of the night to start work and my eyes are tired.
i like the softness of my hair that falls on my shoulders. does that sound vain? but i like it.
shopping is sin. i will not let it kill me yet. i am wasting time like how i waste space.
i really do believe i think in italics.
did you read the 'little house on the prarie' series?
when i look up at you it's the same feeling i got (supersonic flash and zoom back)when in jc we bumped into each other at the corridors outside the science block and more frequently outside the notice board of the bookshop towards the canteen and suddenly everybody else around us would melt away like candy in the sun - a wash of colours for a backdrop - and your voice would envelop me like surround sound. what you see in the movies - it's really true. eighteen wasn't so far away!
"She swings her arms out from her sides as she walks. That's how Amber walks, with her arms kind of swinging out, as if she knows exactly where she's going and though it's quite far and you might know know where you're heading to, it'll be worth it, it's going to be really really amazing when you get there." - p. 132
i'm at page 139.
it is late but i want to read my book but my eyes are tired.
actually i want to do work too but it seems a weird time of the night to start work and my eyes are tired.
i like the softness of my hair that falls on my shoulders. does that sound vain? but i like it.
shopping is sin. i will not let it kill me yet. i am wasting time like how i waste space.
i really do believe i think in italics.
did you read the 'little house on the prarie' series?
when i look up at you it's the same feeling i got (supersonic flash and zoom back)when in jc we bumped into each other at the corridors outside the science block and more frequently outside the notice board of the bookshop towards the canteen and suddenly everybody else around us would melt away like candy in the sun - a wash of colours for a backdrop - and your voice would envelop me like surround sound. what you see in the movies - it's really true. eighteen wasn't so far away!
o'oh
The Beatles - Real Love
i am quite fascinated with yoko ono these days. just the way the articulation of her name makes your mouth do a kissy motion and just the way it sounds to the ears is cool enough. i don't quite follow all she stands for but some of the words i found from her online are quite wham bam.
Every day, do something that makes your heart dance. And if your heart is so depressed that you can't dance, then do something that will make other people's hearts dance.
The Beatles - Real Love
i am quite fascinated with yoko ono these days. just the way the articulation of her name makes your mouth do a kissy motion and just the way it sounds to the ears is cool enough. i don't quite follow all she stands for but some of the words i found from her online are quite wham bam.
Every day, do something that makes your heart dance. And if your heart is so depressed that you can't dance, then do something that will make other people's hearts dance.
Thursday, January 25, 2007
yesterday i wanted to hang out with my boy so i sms-ed him and i forgot he was meeting cl who was on transit to vancouver but m.y. had me come along and we went to lavandar for wan tan mee and everybody was staring at us and whispering in hushed tones cos we had two plates each spread out in front of us and were slurpping away without a care in the world (ok only one table was looking actually) then we shared a bowl of iced soursop and we went to ballymoon at orchard hotel to wait for cl. anyways i simply love m.y.'s gorgeous shiny black and chrome car music head unit - it's so chio i stare at it all the time in the car. and wish apple would come up with an ipod model along those aesthetics. then cl and jo dong came along and as with all vj folks who had the best times of their lives (cue, song) there we talked fondly about getting lpm-ed (not me!) and about jancy and her 5pm dinner announcements.
i borrowed ali smith's 'the accidental' from the school library as a little treat though i have to get into intense mode for school work. i started reading it while waiting for the bus then in the bus as it was talking a mighty long time getting to the mrt station and i think i'm very excited already. my ipod/ipod dock is a little wonky and i hate that. all machines seem to not like me - same for ee jie's canon which i have to bring down to the service station at harbourfront today because the cover is wonky too - but meanwhile i'll finally pop into page one at vivocity (hate the name) to take a peek.
M.Y. CHOY I LOVE YOU TO PIECES LAR!
i borrowed ali smith's 'the accidental' from the school library as a little treat though i have to get into intense mode for school work. i started reading it while waiting for the bus then in the bus as it was talking a mighty long time getting to the mrt station and i think i'm very excited already. my ipod/ipod dock is a little wonky and i hate that. all machines seem to not like me - same for ee jie's canon which i have to bring down to the service station at harbourfront today because the cover is wonky too - but meanwhile i'll finally pop into page one at vivocity (hate the name) to take a peek.
M.Y. CHOY I LOVE YOU TO PIECES LAR!
Saturday, January 20, 2007
Thursday, January 18, 2007
space we're missing out on
in the capitol theatre - the part that fascinated me most were the handrails - the curved solid timber piece atop the concrete. while inside i felt like i was in one of the small theatres at broadway in london.
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after ee and siew's vietnam trips in 05, dad's excited about going there. he's a history person and plans to go there later in the year after me and hui graduate. beef pho!
in the capitol theatre - the part that fascinated me most were the handrails - the curved solid timber piece atop the concrete. while inside i felt like i was in one of the small theatres at broadway in london.
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after ee and siew's vietnam trips in 05, dad's excited about going there. he's a history person and plans to go there later in the year after me and hui graduate. beef pho!
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
to my friend studying in melbourne, fortunately you are coming back for a longer period! there are alot of things for you to discover. this thursday, i'm going here.
Monday, January 15, 2007
i am a duskish girl
do you know that the adjective of dusk is duskish?
oh shoot. i drank coffee to make me run faster - physically and emotionally - at dusk.
i watched royston tan's short film - mother - from the dvd royston's shorts. in fifteen seconds i felt a breaking lump in my throat and soon i was bawling my eyes out on the sofa.
i think it will be a good run later because i always run better when i am punched drunk with an overdose of emotions. being immersed dramatically in your imagination does that to you.
my chipped nail polish can be the spark of a tale of woe.
they are rehearshing sad-sounding hokkein songs at the field opposite my house across from the temple for an auction tonight.
do you know that the adjective of dusk is duskish?
oh shoot. i drank coffee to make me run faster - physically and emotionally - at dusk.
i watched royston tan's short film - mother - from the dvd royston's shorts. in fifteen seconds i felt a breaking lump in my throat and soon i was bawling my eyes out on the sofa.
i think it will be a good run later because i always run better when i am punched drunk with an overdose of emotions. being immersed dramatically in your imagination does that to you.
my chipped nail polish can be the spark of a tale of woe.
they are rehearshing sad-sounding hokkein songs at the field opposite my house across from the temple for an auction tonight.
Sunday, January 14, 2007
i think in font size 10 on a regular basis. when i'm sad it's size 8.
i need a problem.
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the new (fishing?) park at khatib is beautiful. i extended my running destination from the stadium to the park and arived at dusk and the place was so beautiful; i'm going to check out what eateries there; please add a coffeebean or starbucks there for lounging in. the middle north is one step to being cooler.
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tomorrow i'm going to the airport! i love the airport but not the sending away. melt.
i need a problem.
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the new (fishing?) park at khatib is beautiful. i extended my running destination from the stadium to the park and arived at dusk and the place was so beautiful; i'm going to check out what eateries there; please add a coffeebean or starbucks there for lounging in. the middle north is one step to being cooler.
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tomorrow i'm going to the airport! i love the airport but not the sending away. melt.
Friday, January 12, 2007
don't believe them when they say christmas is over
if you ever wander out onto the streets or into the supermarkets and get flabbergasted by the array or red because of the upcoming chinese new year and you're really still lingering in the aura of post-christmas which is not difficult to do so if it's still raining outside throughout the day, and your art deco white christmas tree stares you in the face everyday next to the computer (boxing day does not work on cardboard table-top trees. they're perennial)- add a little of this to your cup of warm milo, and you will definately feel a twang of tinsel and carols.
heh. i suddenly remember ksh studio days with out bailey's and milo in the dead of the night.
if you ever wander out onto the streets or into the supermarkets and get flabbergasted by the array or red because of the upcoming chinese new year and you're really still lingering in the aura of post-christmas which is not difficult to do so if it's still raining outside throughout the day, and your art deco white christmas tree stares you in the face everyday next to the computer (boxing day does not work on cardboard table-top trees. they're perennial)- add a little of this to your cup of warm milo, and you will definately feel a twang of tinsel and carols.
heh. i suddenly remember ksh studio days with out bailey's and milo in the dead of the night.
Thursday, January 11, 2007
run run run. the calendar is a-hawking
just relooked at the timetable and half-pretend, half-real hyperventilates. no time! where is time! come back! splice off what is unnecessary and focus like a drug.
mr. warhol says that they said that time changes things, but i actually have to change them myself. in the first person for emphasis. that was a quote. however, i gave reported speech revision for english tuition today. i think giving english tuition is good for me. it makes me feel like superwoman.
verbs to adjectives via the addition of suffixes/ explaining how to write exposition essays/ making clear the past and past participle/ instant thesaurus comes pouring out of my head at the click of a finger/ mock-berating the kid for not checking his essay and losing marks on (the infamous term we all know) careless mistakes!
i want to go to portobello market again.
i promise to be a better sister.
just relooked at the timetable and half-pretend, half-real hyperventilates. no time! where is time! come back! splice off what is unnecessary and focus like a drug.
mr. warhol says that they said that time changes things, but i actually have to change them myself. in the first person for emphasis. that was a quote. however, i gave reported speech revision for english tuition today. i think giving english tuition is good for me. it makes me feel like superwoman.
verbs to adjectives via the addition of suffixes/ explaining how to write exposition essays/ making clear the past and past participle/ instant thesaurus comes pouring out of my head at the click of a finger/ mock-berating the kid for not checking his essay and losing marks on (the infamous term we all know) careless mistakes!
i want to go to portobello market again.
i promise to be a better sister.
Friday, January 05, 2007
Sixth Year in Paradise
yesterday i made sharon come with me to the national history museum and it was nice reminiscing the times when second sis and i ran up and down the dark halls with farquhar looking sternly down upon us, before church because everywhere else was closed and entry was only fifty cents. i really like what they did to it and the the museum should be given much credit for how they've improved the exhibits. i like how when i can see the fort canning park through the huge glass wall at the back of the extension. then we got tired and sat at the cafe having roast beef sandwich and coffees.
today i met h for lunch at city hall and it was a good time of sharing over thai food. just some essential journalling.
and then i met mingyao for dinner at sushi tei - sort of our sixth year anniversary dinner - and i gave him the pair of cufflinks i bought - i only wished i had bought the onyx ones so it'd be perfect but the infomation came too late. anyways i will miss him during the weekend which will be spent with my family. actually the anniversary date is on monday but i won't be around so we decided to have dinner together today. i think after one has eaten sashimi at wasabi tei, the lower quality of sashimi at sushi tei is distinctively obvious - but i like the variety of food they have there anyway.
i want to tell you everything.
and so, it's many many. it's big and small. hello, i love you!
yesterday i made sharon come with me to the national history museum and it was nice reminiscing the times when second sis and i ran up and down the dark halls with farquhar looking sternly down upon us, before church because everywhere else was closed and entry was only fifty cents. i really like what they did to it and the the museum should be given much credit for how they've improved the exhibits. i like how when i can see the fort canning park through the huge glass wall at the back of the extension. then we got tired and sat at the cafe having roast beef sandwich and coffees.
today i met h for lunch at city hall and it was a good time of sharing over thai food. just some essential journalling.
and then i met mingyao for dinner at sushi tei - sort of our sixth year anniversary dinner - and i gave him the pair of cufflinks i bought - i only wished i had bought the onyx ones so it'd be perfect but the infomation came too late. anyways i will miss him during the weekend which will be spent with my family. actually the anniversary date is on monday but i won't be around so we decided to have dinner together today. i think after one has eaten sashimi at wasabi tei, the lower quality of sashimi at sushi tei is distinctively obvious - but i like the variety of food they have there anyway.
i want to tell you everything.
and so, it's many many. it's big and small. hello, i love you!
Thursday, January 04, 2007
bullet train heart
it's amazing how much a human being can process at once. or feel. right now i'm feeling a myriad of feelings including sadness, elation, excitment, fear, jealousy and peacefulness and they all activate like a slot machine on the roll within milliseconds of each other.
national museum trip tomorrow morning - and okay i think the five dollar entry to the main exhibits is reasonable - school things in the afternoon - i need to run on overdrive - and giving english tuition at night - remedial work on reported speech and vocabulary exercises on phrasal verbs.
i bought new ear phones to keep unwanted sound out because the original ipod ones are not good for that. they are only good for letting people know you have an ipod but i don't like hearing hardly anything on the train just because i'm too polite to leak my music out to other people who might not want to hear my (not bad though, i think) music.
tonight was fun that felt frat-like because it was boys and girls we met in college. we celebrated shaun's birthday at a chinese restaurant in obsolete bukit timah with some red wine as well as a polite slice of etoile chocolate cake each, brought over by a sullen-faced matter-of-fact waitress, and later we huddled in five cars, a boy and a girl in each, with some crying weather outside, to guthrie house for late-night last minute gelato and i chose simple undistracting vanilla and my choy had rum and raisin that somehow felt celebratory.
and i love you so much i don't know why i just feel like crying right now; your love is overwhelming for me and maybe it's the weird sequential combination of tea wine and ice cream and having you by my side while downing all that. it's a richness that surges right into me and i can't contain so i think they need to come out in tears.
this chemical reaction in the body and heart is rather dramatic i know but it's a good pre-run feeling so i really hope it doesn't rain tomorrow because i need to run all the superfluous sadness away.
reading on trains
"Beauty is not for him something one must earn laboriously; for if one did, one would always be afraid of losing it. And a fear - no matter which - would dishonour him." -p. 35
"I often find myself wanting to say to someone (i know not whom): "Don't be sad." And it seems to me as though this were an intimate confession...we all have something like a fear in us...after the new fear comes a new bliss...you must have your longing over you, in whatever place you are...if you still have a trembling in you or a doubt, cast it behind you. and even if it grows up behind you on your path: then mountains will stand between you and the past." - p. 38
"Be for a single day unfashionable, and you will see how much eternity you have within you. Those who feel eternity are above all fear. They see in every night the place where daybreak will occur, and are assured."- p. 42
Rainer Maria Rilke - Diaries of a Young Poet
it's amazing how much a human being can process at once. or feel. right now i'm feeling a myriad of feelings including sadness, elation, excitment, fear, jealousy and peacefulness and they all activate like a slot machine on the roll within milliseconds of each other.
national museum trip tomorrow morning - and okay i think the five dollar entry to the main exhibits is reasonable - school things in the afternoon - i need to run on overdrive - and giving english tuition at night - remedial work on reported speech and vocabulary exercises on phrasal verbs.
i bought new ear phones to keep unwanted sound out because the original ipod ones are not good for that. they are only good for letting people know you have an ipod but i don't like hearing hardly anything on the train just because i'm too polite to leak my music out to other people who might not want to hear my (not bad though, i think) music.
tonight was fun that felt frat-like because it was boys and girls we met in college. we celebrated shaun's birthday at a chinese restaurant in obsolete bukit timah with some red wine as well as a polite slice of etoile chocolate cake each, brought over by a sullen-faced matter-of-fact waitress, and later we huddled in five cars, a boy and a girl in each, with some crying weather outside, to guthrie house for late-night last minute gelato and i chose simple undistracting vanilla and my choy had rum and raisin that somehow felt celebratory.
and i love you so much i don't know why i just feel like crying right now; your love is overwhelming for me and maybe it's the weird sequential combination of tea wine and ice cream and having you by my side while downing all that. it's a richness that surges right into me and i can't contain so i think they need to come out in tears.
this chemical reaction in the body and heart is rather dramatic i know but it's a good pre-run feeling so i really hope it doesn't rain tomorrow because i need to run all the superfluous sadness away.
reading on trains
"Beauty is not for him something one must earn laboriously; for if one did, one would always be afraid of losing it. And a fear - no matter which - would dishonour him." -p. 35
"I often find myself wanting to say to someone (i know not whom): "Don't be sad." And it seems to me as though this were an intimate confession...we all have something like a fear in us...after the new fear comes a new bliss...you must have your longing over you, in whatever place you are...if you still have a trembling in you or a doubt, cast it behind you. and even if it grows up behind you on your path: then mountains will stand between you and the past." - p. 38
"Be for a single day unfashionable, and you will see how much eternity you have within you. Those who feel eternity are above all fear. They see in every night the place where daybreak will occur, and are assured."- p. 42
Rainer Maria Rilke - Diaries of a Young Poet
Monday, January 01, 2007
yesterday was mm, mingyao's sister's wedding and it was wonderful and i felt really happy for mm and j - they're some of the nicest and most accommodating people i've met. i stayed over at m.y.'s place and he gave me his room - because it's more comfortable, he says - and slept in the guest room. aww shucks i love you.
mm looked very beautiful in her gown and had real purple-pink flowers in the side of her hair and i helped m.y. take photos with supercam while he did the video - did i say i love taking wedding shots? well i do - and it was really fun witnessing all that was going on - actually i think i was scrutinising and admiring many of the gorgeous bride maids and their dresses then after everything m.y. and i rushed down to the hotel - it was like the part in mission impossible where - we unloaded lots of things and once we entered the hotel room m.y. set up all his equipment and i did the miscellaneous odds and ends - which included going across the road to buy cheeseburgers for my hungry hard-at-work boyfriend who was busy editting the video - i'm going to do something crazy, he said the day before - and we managed to finish encoding it just at 8pm minutes before the wedding commenced - rushed down in my new tangs studio maroon and pink dress and gold heels to pass the cd to m.y. and the rest of the night went on like like a breeze.
i had fun, m.y. happy new year.
mm looked very beautiful in her gown and had real purple-pink flowers in the side of her hair and i helped m.y. take photos with supercam while he did the video - did i say i love taking wedding shots? well i do - and it was really fun witnessing all that was going on - actually i think i was scrutinising and admiring many of the gorgeous bride maids and their dresses then after everything m.y. and i rushed down to the hotel - it was like the part in mission impossible where - we unloaded lots of things and once we entered the hotel room m.y. set up all his equipment and i did the miscellaneous odds and ends - which included going across the road to buy cheeseburgers for my hungry hard-at-work boyfriend who was busy editting the video - i'm going to do something crazy, he said the day before - and we managed to finish encoding it just at 8pm minutes before the wedding commenced - rushed down in my new tangs studio maroon and pink dress and gold heels to pass the cd to m.y. and the rest of the night went on like like a breeze.
i had fun, m.y. happy new year.