some sharp buliding #

P went to New York for an interview yesterday and took masses of blurry photos to show me.("It was at night! very hard to take photos one") Being the person he is, all the photos are titled "some buliding/street/lights (#)" ("Or else what should I call them?") Upon viewing, I thought that "some buliding 9-12" looks decidedly familiar. A short search came up with this page, which shows the same buliding in similar blurred conditions. Abject photography skills aside, at least this guy knows what he's photographing. Unlike my doofus here *fond but exasperated look* What kind of guy comes away from photographing the Empire State Buliding thinking he just photographed "some sharp buliding"? Like my mom said, one very unique guy.

Other news includes the fact that I finished the main text of my dissertation. (Family and boyfriend does the hula dance of joy. No more abrupt mood swings! ceaseless whinings! incessant demands for cravings/complete silence/watever due to writer's blocks or mental trauma!) Then again, there's still menial work of footnotes and bilio, plus a long list of non-thesis-related stuff....

Still, we should always be thankful for little blessings...

岁寒，然后知松柏之后凋也

原来在不同的年纪看同一部戏，感触是不同的。感觉似是而非。感动较少，感慨较多。还有无奈。

岁寒，然后知松柏之后凋也。

人生，是为了那份经历，和那份回忆吗？想想，总觉得失落。

好像一直在逼自己做着些什么，接受什么。开始接受一些以前以为决不会接受的。可是却一直不明白，我到底是为什么。一个人，就这样平白无故多了许多无奈。

一直觉得自己是幸福的。有许多人疼，生活平顺。可是，却不明白为什么不开心。

原来，我从来就不是松，也不是柏。只是一触即溶的一片雪。

发脾气

昨天，莫名奇妙地对他发了脾气。今早起来，却听到他开心的声音。睡眼惺忪的我，一时之间忘了昨夜的气话，直待现在。

他总是如此。

忽然想起，那天逛charles st，天冷的。本来他陪我走街已经很难得了。他说要搭地铁，但我却因为一团歪理正理的，心血来潮决定过桥走回家，不管冬天不冬天。

在桥上的小雨，笑语，略带撒娇的埋怨。我记得，在桥中央时，我说，可惜今天恢恢的，不然蓝天映着明镜似的河，多美。

其实何必呢，白璧微瑕也有它的魅力。那天，回想起来，已让人屏息。

People and Me

Tired...

People are such contradictory beings. When we are free of work and deadlines, we feel bored and unhappy, when we have work to do, we feel stressed and unhappy. Or perhaps, I'm just talking about myself.

Miss L...

In a certain way, she seems such a child, the littlest things make her happy and content...

may all your wishes be fulfilled...

Asian Boys Vol. 2

One of the best plays I have watched. Wild Rice does do good productions. *hates that I missed their Cinderella*

A very real and subtle look on the different facets of the lives of gay singaporean men. The script is simply marvellous, good acting all round with cute actors and good use of props (re: the piano)

Especially loved the two plays on unrequited love. Loved the sign language, the taut and helpless feelings brought out so gently.

Pern said that all they have to do is to switch one male to a female and everything the plays talked about would work with a het couple. So true.

Feelings in a relationship are genderless. Love is genderless. If you truly love a person, would you love him/her less if they turned out to be the same gender as you?

streaks and scribbles... and crystalized memories...

on feb 04
If anything proves that I can only get things done when I am stressed to the point of no return...

Always wanted to keep an online photo-journal... but lack of html skills, dislike of the existing blogs and simple procrastination lead to the years of "wanting" and nothing else. And here, at a point when I have commitments of thesis, master's application, a month long trip to plan, etc etc etc, I start a photo-journal...
bl
on nov 05
Always had a notebook with me for scribbling since I was a kid, or I would scribble on scrap pieces of paper everywhere...I do have a journal elsewhere for entries that are more.. hm... well thought out? But I hardly have any time for well-thought entries anymore... so decided to set up a journal for scribbling short records of my life and streaks of odd thoughts... hence... streaks and scribbles....

on oct 07
With many thanks to P... *hugs* .... for everything....