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当人们思考时，上帝就笑了
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
I've always been in this queer awkward role. the crossroads in between where lines chose to diverge and meet. existing not in isolation, but too affected by those around. Unable to get over the initial meeting, and unwilling to let go of what must leave. Its impossible to pin a definition to this notion of statelessness, where you aren't sure of what is to become or how the ending works. Somehow, the moving force that used to pull just doesn't have the same magnetic attraction anymore. Its wanting gravity to root you to the ground and your spirits to soar through the skies. Knowing,but filled with confusion and insecurity. I feel so old, yet so very young and ignorant.
on a lighter note this was my fav poem. used to recite it everyday.
出塞
王昌龄
秦时明月汉时关，
万里长征人未还。
但使龙城飞将在，
不教胡马渡阴山。
Sunday, July 18, 2010
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curve of the earth
Saturday, July 17, 2010
you're vicious like the blue sky
before the rain comes pouring through
everybody loves moving
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
feelings drive you around for hours before they drop you right back where you started.GOSSIP GIRL MOMENT XOXO. (aishaniiiiii sorry about today, we'll definitely make it up on tuesday.)
GO SPAIN GO i want to go shopping soon!
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Saturday, July 10, 2010
"If you've got the time, we can play a game. It’s easy. We just see if I’m the same shape as the space you have inside you. If everything fits, we both win. If it doesn’t, don’t force it. That's how you get splinters in your heart."
Friday, July 9, 2010
the next time you say 'forever', i'll punch you in the face
Thursday, July 8, 2010
password
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
You will always be fond of me. I represent to you all the sins you never had the courage to commit.
lolita
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
A truth should exist,
it should not be used
like this. If I love you
is that a fact or a weapon?
- marg. atwood
HEY WE SHOULD TRY POSTING SMTH OTHER THAN EMOQUOTES. MAYBE.
and i wish it wasn't/was out of sight out of mind.
someone out there help!
Monday, July 5, 2010
i dwell in a perpetual state of worry and unrest when reviewing my own poetry.
electricity
you are my hotel on the corner of bitter and sweet.
i swear this means nothing
Sunday, July 4, 2010
If I try to summon back his face, the sound of his voice, and the sensation in my stomach like a key turning in a lock when he touched me, I lose everything.
endearing yet very very eerie.
The Pig by Roald DahlIn England once there lived a big
And wonderfully clever pig.
To everybody it was plain
That Piggy had a massive brain.
He worked out sums inside his head,
There was no book he hadn't read.
He knew what made an airplane fly,
He knew how engines worked and why.
He knew all this, but in the end
One question drove him round the bend:
He simply couldn't puzzle out
What LIFE was really all about.
What was the reason for his birth?
Why was he placed upon this earth?
His giant brain went round and round.
Alas, no answer could be found.
Till suddenly one wondrous night.
All in a flash he saw the light.
He jumped up like a ballet dancer
And yelled, "By gum, I've got the answer!"
"They want my bacon slice by slice
"To sell at a tremendous price!
"They want my tender juicy chops
"To put in all the butcher's shops!
"They want my pork to make a roast
"And that's the part'll cost the most!
"They want my sausages in strings!
"They even want my chitterlings!
"The butcher's shop! The carving knife!
"That is the reason for my life!"
Such thoughts as these are not designed
To give a pig great piece of mind.
Next morning, in comes Farmer Bland,
A pail of pigswill in his hand,
And piggy with a mighty roar,
Bashes the farmer to the floor…
Now comes the rather grizzly bit
So let's not make too much of it,
Except that you must understand
That Piggy did eat Farmer Bland,
He ate him up from head to toe,
Chewing the pieces nice and slow.
It took an hour to reach the feet,
Because there was so much to eat,
And when he finished, Pig, of course,
Felt absolutely no remorse.
Slowly he scratched his brainy head
And with a little smile he said,
"I had a fairly powerful hunch
"That he might have me for his lunch.
"And so, because I feared the worst,
"I thought I'd better eat him first."
Thursday, July 1, 2010
we walk into this world with masks on our faces.