[always remind yourself]
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I love bandage =v=
→ah ning
→bekah
→cui hua
→gladdie
→hwee yen
→hui ping
→huiwen
→hoho
→kimberle
→niang niang
→ping ping
→qiao yun
→shirley
→whee!dad
→yee lee
→yuwen
Edited codeinksquare
Commentinghaloscan
Sunday, January 18, 2009 ♥ 2:37 AM
Do I love studying?
I can't seem to be able to tell the difference between
passion
& guilt
I felt restless
if I rest too much
anxiety has a permanent place in my heart
it is
not measured by weight
but by time
it's the hours
that counts
Did you finish reading that book?
Did you finish practising for finance?
Did you forget your friend's birthday? :S
No, don't be negative.
Think summer.
Think beach.
Think serenity.
The thirst for knowledge.
I do like that book. Just that,
maybe it's a little too difficult.
Too little time to digest.
And no one to
cry with me,
when I watch CNN
Heroes have to be born in the right era,
at the right place,
with whatever skin colour
hopefully, regardless of gender.
Keep breathing
Keep
keep,
stack
fold
a piece of me is unwiring
untangling
dismantling
cringing in pain
also
fixing
buying time
rocking to the roller coaster's beat
Do you wanna
fly to the moon together?
so cold, that boiling gust of wind
The moon is
closer than you think
we are closer
than you think
to the moon
to each other.
Now break me a smile
you are not,
not.
not...
just a shadow of the planet.
I can't seem to be able to tell the difference between
passion
& guilt
I felt restless
if I rest too much
anxiety has a permanent place in my heart
it is
not measured by weight
but by time
it's the hours
that counts
Did you finish reading that book?
Did you finish practising for finance?
Did you forget your friend's birthday? :S
No, don't be negative.
Think summer.
Think beach.
Think serenity.
The thirst for knowledge.
I do like that book. Just that,
maybe it's a little too difficult.
Too little time to digest.
And no one to
cry with me,
when I watch CNN
Heroes have to be born in the right era,
at the right place,
with whatever skin colour
hopefully, regardless of gender.
Keep breathing
Keep
keep,
stack
fold
a piece of me is unwiring
untangling
dismantling
cringing in pain
also
fixing
buying time
rocking to the roller coaster's beat
Do you wanna
fly to the moon together?
so cold, that boiling gust of wind
The moon is
closer than you think
we are closer
than you think
to the moon
to each other.
Now break me a smile
you are not,
not.
not...
just a shadow of the planet.
If I rubbed you the right way
Tuesday, January 6, 2009 ♥ 5:44 AM
there exists a certain lacuna
wretched desperation fills it
I know not how
but slowly it pricks me
stretches my wounds diagonally
and brushes me with butter
A toasted slice of bread
left to decompose
maybe I've seen you past your eyes
deeper
behind and
inner
but so what?
Screw those philosophers
they weren't born in my times
but they filled my days with filth
coloured my eyes with prejudices and rudeness
reminiscence is spelt with too many 'i's
but I only wanted to remember you
let me edit my memories
and we'll have the best cut in a zillion years
are you confused?
I am laughing, perhaps because I never knew self-control
Jazz is like sex
My Mr. Right is Nat King Cole
not Martin Luther King
O, the brainless flutter of a young girl's heart, they cried in my face
O, fcuk's better than Dior Guess and Gucci
So fuck off
and build your own utopia
my cat,
and yours
they look alike but did you notice
that their smirks are 360 degrees away from each other's
have a good character
we sleep through winter
through coldness
through shame
through tomorrow
yesterday asked for its temperature
it's 29
it's 29
still warm,
tearfully warm
so not to worry
Nothing's changed.
wretched desperation fills it
I know not how
but slowly it pricks me
stretches my wounds diagonally
and brushes me with butter
A toasted slice of bread
left to decompose
maybe I've seen you past your eyes
deeper
behind and
inner
but so what?
Screw those philosophers
they weren't born in my times
but they filled my days with filth
coloured my eyes with prejudices and rudeness
reminiscence is spelt with too many 'i's
but I only wanted to remember you
let me edit my memories
and we'll have the best cut in a zillion years
are you confused?
I am laughing, perhaps because I never knew self-control
Jazz is like sex
My Mr. Right is Nat King Cole
not Martin Luther King
O, the brainless flutter of a young girl's heart, they cried in my face
O, fcuk's better than Dior Guess and Gucci
So fuck off
and build your own utopia
my cat,
and yours
they look alike but did you notice
that their smirks are 360 degrees away from each other's
have a good character
we sleep through winter
through coldness
through shame
through tomorrow
yesterday asked for its temperature
it's 29
it's 29
still warm,
tearfully warm
so not to worry
Nothing's changed.
Jean-Jacques Rousseau Part II: The Confessions (TBC)
Sunday, January 4, 2009 ♥ 2:15 AM
I love this guy >3<
" I had conceived nothing, but felt everything. These confused emotions, which I felt one after the other, certainly did not warp the reasoning power which I did not as yet possess; but they shaped them in me of a peculiar stamp, and gave me odd and romantic notions of human life, of which experience and reflection have never been able to wholly cure me."
"We were sent together to Bossey...in order to learn, together with Latin, all the sorry trash which is included under the name of education"
"All the vices of our age corrupted our innocence and threw a veil of ugliness over our amusements. Even the country lost in our eyes the charm of gentleness and simplicity which goes to the heart. It appeared to us lonely and sombre...We were disgusted with life, and others were disgusted with us"
"..everything went wrong. But nothing disheartened us: Labor omnia vincit improbus*" (*Persistent effort overcomes all difficulties)
"I was put with M.Masseron...in order to learn, under his tuition, the useful trade of a fee-grabber*" (*orginial term: grapignant, a slang term for a lawyer 0_0)
"So true it is that, in every condition in life, the strong man who is guilty saves himself at the expense of the innocent who is weak"
"The money which a man possesses is the instrument of freedom; that which we eagerly pursue is the instrument of slavery. Therefore I hold fast to that which I have, and desire nothing."
"This being understood, it will be easy to comprehend one of my apparent inconsistencies--the union of an almost sorbid avarice (greed for wealth) with the greatest contempt for money."
After a long period of absence from home, Rousseau returned to find his father remarried. His stepmother did not wish him to stay, of course, and his father thus always received him with "the caresses of a father, but without making any serious efforts" to keep him with him.
"From these I drawn the great moral lesson, perhaps the only one of any practical value, to avoid those situations of life which bring our duties into conflice with our interests...for it is certain that, in such situations, however sincere our love of virtue, we must, sooner or later, inevitably grow weak without perceiving it, and become unjust and wicked in our act, without having ceased to be just and good in our hearts"
"He even knew one passage of the Bible in Latin; and, as he repeated it a thousand times a day, it was as if he had known a thousand."
"...when a man desires to read the hearts of others, it is always a bad plan to make a show of concealing his own...She asked me questions with coldness; I replied with reserve."
"Remorse goes to sleep when our fortunes are prosperous, and makes itself felt more keenly in adversity."
" I gained from him...lessons of healthy morality and principles of sound reason. In my alternating tastes and ideas, I had always been too high or too low--Achilles or Thersites: now a hero, now a good for nothing. "
"M.Gaime undertook to put me in my place, and to show me to myself in my true colours, without sparing or discouraging me...He put before me a true picture of human life, of which I had only false ideas..that there is no true happiness without prudence, and that prudence belongs to all conditions of life. He damped my admiration for external gradeur, by proving that those who ruled others were neither happier nor wiser than the ruled."
"...if every man could read the hearts of all other men, there would be found more people willingly to descend than to rise in life."
"...he said: ' My child, in almost everything the beginning is difficult..."
"Why is it that, having founds o many good people in my youth, I find so few in my later years? Is their race extinct? No; but the class in which I am obliged to look for them now, is no longer the same as that in which I found them."
"Such is the fruit of a too lively imagination, which exaggerates beyond human exaggeration...for it is impossible for men, and difficult for Nature herself, to surpass the exuberance of my imagination."
"Tu croyais, vieux penard, qu'une folle manie
D'elever ton neveu m'inspirerait 1'envie*"
(*You thought, you old sinner, that a mad folly would inspire me
a longing to bring up your nephew)
"Then, why not write them?...Why should I? I answer. Why deprive myself of the actual charms of enjoyment, in order to tell others that I did enjoy them?"
" (ideas) come to me when it pleases them, not when it please me."
"certainly he was a man of some intelligence, although a great rascal"
TBC...........
" I had conceived nothing, but felt everything. These confused emotions, which I felt one after the other, certainly did not warp the reasoning power which I did not as yet possess; but they shaped them in me of a peculiar stamp, and gave me odd and romantic notions of human life, of which experience and reflection have never been able to wholly cure me."
"We were sent together to Bossey...in order to learn, together with Latin, all the sorry trash which is included under the name of education"
"All the vices of our age corrupted our innocence and threw a veil of ugliness over our amusements. Even the country lost in our eyes the charm of gentleness and simplicity which goes to the heart. It appeared to us lonely and sombre...We were disgusted with life, and others were disgusted with us"
"..everything went wrong. But nothing disheartened us: Labor omnia vincit improbus*" (*Persistent effort overcomes all difficulties)
"I was put with M.Masseron...in order to learn, under his tuition, the useful trade of a fee-grabber*" (*orginial term: grapignant, a slang term for a lawyer 0_0)
"So true it is that, in every condition in life, the strong man who is guilty saves himself at the expense of the innocent who is weak"
"The money which a man possesses is the instrument of freedom; that which we eagerly pursue is the instrument of slavery. Therefore I hold fast to that which I have, and desire nothing."
"This being understood, it will be easy to comprehend one of my apparent inconsistencies--the union of an almost sorbid avarice (greed for wealth) with the greatest contempt for money."
After a long period of absence from home, Rousseau returned to find his father remarried. His stepmother did not wish him to stay, of course, and his father thus always received him with "the caresses of a father, but without making any serious efforts" to keep him with him.
"From these I drawn the great moral lesson, perhaps the only one of any practical value, to avoid those situations of life which bring our duties into conflice with our interests...for it is certain that, in such situations, however sincere our love of virtue, we must, sooner or later, inevitably grow weak without perceiving it, and become unjust and wicked in our act, without having ceased to be just and good in our hearts"
"He even knew one passage of the Bible in Latin; and, as he repeated it a thousand times a day, it was as if he had known a thousand."
"...when a man desires to read the hearts of others, it is always a bad plan to make a show of concealing his own...She asked me questions with coldness; I replied with reserve."
"Remorse goes to sleep when our fortunes are prosperous, and makes itself felt more keenly in adversity."
" I gained from him...lessons of healthy morality and principles of sound reason. In my alternating tastes and ideas, I had always been too high or too low--Achilles or Thersites: now a hero, now a good for nothing. "
"M.Gaime undertook to put me in my place, and to show me to myself in my true colours, without sparing or discouraging me...He put before me a true picture of human life, of which I had only false ideas..that there is no true happiness without prudence, and that prudence belongs to all conditions of life. He damped my admiration for external gradeur, by proving that those who ruled others were neither happier nor wiser than the ruled."
"...if every man could read the hearts of all other men, there would be found more people willingly to descend than to rise in life."
"...he said: ' My child, in almost everything the beginning is difficult..."
"Why is it that, having founds o many good people in my youth, I find so few in my later years? Is their race extinct? No; but the class in which I am obliged to look for them now, is no longer the same as that in which I found them."
"Such is the fruit of a too lively imagination, which exaggerates beyond human exaggeration...for it is impossible for men, and difficult for Nature herself, to surpass the exuberance of my imagination."
"Tu croyais, vieux penard, qu'une folle manie
D'elever ton neveu m'inspirerait 1'envie*"
(*You thought, you old sinner, that a mad folly would inspire me
a longing to bring up your nephew)
"Then, why not write them?...Why should I? I answer. Why deprive myself of the actual charms of enjoyment, in order to tell others that I did enjoy them?"
" (ideas) come to me when it pleases them, not when it please me."
"certainly he was a man of some intelligence, although a great rascal"
TBC...........
Jean-Jacques Rousseau Part I
♥ 2:00 AM
Taken from the Internet Encyclopedia of Philosophy:
Jean-Jacques Rousseau (1712-1778) is one of the most influential thinkers during the Enlightenment in eighteenth century Europe. His first major philosophical work, A Discourse on the Sciences and Arts, was the winning response to an essay contest conducted by the Academy of Dijon in 1750. In this work, Rousseau argues that the progression of the sciences and arts has caused the corruption of virtue and morality. This discourse won Rousseau fame and recognition, and it laid much of the philosophical groundwork for a second, longer work, The Discourse on the Origin of Inequality. The central claim of the work is that human beings are basically good by nature, but were corrupted by the complex historical events that resulted in present day civil society.
Rousseau’s praise of nature is a theme that continues throughout his later works as well, the most significant of which include his comprehensive work on the philosophy of education, the Emile, and his major work on political philosophy, The Social Contract: both published in 1762. These works caused great controversy in France and were immediately banned by Paris authorities. The end of Rousseau’s life was marked in large part by his growing paranoia and his continued attempts to justify his life and his work. This is especially evident in his later books, The Confessions, The Reveries of the Solitary Walker, and Rousseau: Judge of Jean-Jacques.
Taken from the the Lucidcafé Library:
Perhaps Rousseau's most important work is "The Social Contract" that describes the relationship of man with society. Contrary to his earlier work, Rousseau claimed that the state of nature is brutish condition without law or morality, and that there are good men only a result of society's presence. In the state of nature, man is prone to be in frequent competition with his fellow men. Because he can be more successful facing threats by joining with other men, he has the impetus to do so. He joins together with his fellow men to form the collective human presence known as "society." "The Social Contract" is the "compact" agreed to among men that sets the conditions for membership in society.
Colour the window frame
Friday, November 21, 2008 ♥ 1:48 AM
I thinks something isn't right. But I can't put a finger on what exactly it is.
Yet.
But soon I will.
And when it comes,
say goodbye,
forever.
They say life is not hard;
and that when God close a window, he opens another.
So why the disparity?
Why give him a view wider than I was even allowed to imagine?
Kill me for my appetite,
come.
Greed is the root of all evil.
Naturally any quest to improve life must be an act instigated by the Demon.
Enlightenment.
How can I laugh at the divine being?
Am I not afraid of reprise?
I speak no words
For I was taught only to laugh
and not to inquire about mistakes
Hey, I am incapable of making any.
Instructions make me infallible.
A perfect replica of the template DNA.
I am my own role model.
My window a little cell hole.
The metal grids keeps me from burning the walls of others
the flames charring my own flesh instead
My brittle white ribcage
Find the shapeless organs within
Another imprisonment of my form.
Rigidity both maintains and destroys my sanity.
What are you looking for?
That's the voice of the nightingale.
The growing derangement of mind makes me restless.
I have no idea
but,
kiss my wounded cheeks.
Yet.
But soon I will.
And when it comes,
say goodbye,
forever.
They say life is not hard;
and that when God close a window, he opens another.
So why the disparity?
Why give him a view wider than I was even allowed to imagine?
Kill me for my appetite,
come.
Greed is the root of all evil.
Naturally any quest to improve life must be an act instigated by the Demon.
Enlightenment.
How can I laugh at the divine being?
Am I not afraid of reprise?
I speak no words
For I was taught only to laugh
and not to inquire about mistakes
Hey, I am incapable of making any.
Instructions make me infallible.
A perfect replica of the template DNA.
I am my own role model.
My window a little cell hole.
The metal grids keeps me from burning the walls of others
the flames charring my own flesh instead
My brittle white ribcage
Find the shapeless organs within
Another imprisonment of my form.
Rigidity both maintains and destroys my sanity.
What are you looking for?
That's the voice of the nightingale.
The growing derangement of mind makes me restless.
I have no idea
but,
kiss my wounded cheeks.
There are some voids which are endless
It's not the end of world.
It's just the end of the pit.
One day I will write you a song
a poetry better than Shakespeare's nonsense
I love
I love
...something.
Whatever it is.
Marks of absolutely no meaning,
Sit at the bottom of the well,
the window invites me to dance.
Moonlight gives me eerie chills
The fairytale ends
with the witch dying in the forest fire.
Give me a potion of life,
its residue corpses
its filtrate silence
At least they escaped the window.
It's not the end of world.
It's just the end of the pit.
One day I will write you a song
a poetry better than Shakespeare's nonsense
I love
I love
...something.
Whatever it is.
Marks of absolutely no meaning,
Sit at the bottom of the well,
the window invites me to dance.
Moonlight gives me eerie chills
The fairytale ends
with the witch dying in the forest fire.
Give me a potion of life,
its residue corpses
its filtrate silence
At least they escaped the window.