Double Climax
100%, Never Relent
Friday, August 11, 2017
Against Suicide
Thursday, May 11, 2017
Onward.
It's cold here and I'm cursing myself for my sinus. The plane is all quiet...with others snoozing while I'm sneezing. A kid from a tropical country through and through. Can't even stand air con. Tell me how I'll survive Canada heh.
Thinking about my sp0044 narrative, and suddenly feeling that all the character profiling I did so that I could get the outstanding features of each character in the shortest anecdote possible, seemed just like a story I'd read about in another land. Maybe I never had a family. It's all just a bad dream. I'm a self-made man who sprouted from a test tube, with horrific memories input through a brain-in-a-vat manner.
That whole thought must constitute an epistemological flaw. Methinks.
There's something abt planes which are fascinating. Charging forth through the sky, with a bunch of other strangers sharing the same fate. There should be something poetic in this. In the sky, all our problems seem so small and mundane. It's simply about navigating through the clouds and landing safely. I recall being interested in the youth flying club but prioritising canoeing over it. Oh well.
I wonder what others think about flight. I just imagine parallels. Just imagine. Our innards are swirling with stuff, but neatly packaged in our bodies. Individuals from all sorts of backgrounds, but packed airtight in a plane. A plane circling the sky, but bound by the atmosphere. An earth circling the sun, but bound in its path of revolution. It goes on and on. Messy and neat. Two sides of the coin.
I've lived through a mess, and been obsessed over making sense of things around me. Correcting ppl's structure, neatening stuff in an ocd way... Oh well.
Maybe what the ntu counsellor said was right. Sometimes things are too ridiculous to make sense of. So we just gotta live with it.
Well then. On this journey ahead, I shall try not to make sense of things too much and live in the moment.
The only thing I can expect is the unexpected.
Tuesday, May 09, 2017
Second chance...?
One night till I take off for Western Australia. Apprehension? I have no idea.
Numbness. Like how I felt when I was chased to boarding. But I have no teacher guiding me now. No one else left. Why.
CS0201 would probably be a total flop, though I really tried my best during the finals. Perhaps I am not cut out to be a journalist.
SP0044 creative wasn't that great either. I felt like it was a repeat of PW all again. Dragging a whole team behind me, taking too much ownership for the ideas and content, and not . Yes I got my A, but that comment on it not having much literary value and not addressing content of the course was slightly irksome. I wouldn't say hurt. but yeah. somewhat unsettled. But I guess he has a point. It may not be that obvious. I wish no one knew the story was mine.
My health is in ruins. But at least I'm not reliant on relaxants any longer. My whole body was aching for the past few days after the accupuncture. The chinese doc probably corrected something in my body and it was reacting violently. My sinus is back too. Asthma abated but still persisting.
My mum was very helpful in buying spare slippers and spare earphones for me. She's out of her mind meditating now. Forgetting to buy dinner for me, then scolding me for eating late. Buying pepper lunch for dinner today even tho I recently ate it. She can't comprehend anything around her, especially my existence, or my leaving. Printing things the wrong way up. I am glad she's doing all that for me, but appalled that she's making the errors she never would have made if she were okay. I have no idea what I can do. When my teacher asked me to give up on her, I didn't want to. But I can't. I can't help. I'm just. useless. as usual.
I don't know if what I'm doing is right. Leaving like this.
Whether what I believe is right. Whether what I pen down makes sense.
Your world must always collapse before you can be reborn again.
I think that's how it works. That let my heart die a thousand times more in disappointment and anguish.
-Idealist
Saturday, April 22, 2017
有故事的人?
最近真的很累。
我很用功。很努力。但是为了什么
因为除了学业再也没有什么证明我的存在。
我很久没有写作创作。我只是一个空虚的灵魂。
她是否会知道。在成长的过程,我每一步走得那么幸苦,走得那么摇摆不定,走得那么绝情。
这个世界为什么如此诡异
为什么同样的事情不断重复。像是八频道的老套喜剧, 导演也导腻了
“如果我眼神里闪烁不屑
可能我 心里一半已经残废”
我不需要什么。
我根本不需要别人的认可。一个伤痕累累的人何必到处讨别人的认可和欣赏呢。
尽情享受着孤独和悲壮的存在。
我还是坚持自己的观念。人不可靠。
我只想一个让我有安全感的住宿。
“四海为家”的人,称的是一种很会打交道的人。那到处漂泊的人,被世界逼迫流浪的人,又是什么样的形容词。
而多愁伤感的我是什么?“少年不识愁滋味,为赋新词强说愁”
我意识到背后的意义。
每个人都有故事。而我的故事是荒唐可笑的。但并不代表我需要任何同情和认可。不必张扬。
安静地活着。少跟别人接触。那就是人生。
我真的很感谢我妈一直在为我出面质问我哥,要他别霸占我的房间
但我只能说,我真心累了。我从来不属于这个家,为何要装出个模样呢。若弄巧反拙,我哥又有了恨我的新的理由。
睡沙发有什么不好的。
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振作呀,恩。那么多人关心你你还不清醒一点
我懂。我都懂。
我不想懂。
-雪
Saturday, March 18, 2017
不同世界
我想 我是喜欢在回忆徘徊的诗人
多愁善感的我 也许显得有些做作
快乐的场合请别邀请我。我不懂
距离越远 就会有思念
思念就是想念从前的你们 还是现在已踏出新的旅程的你?
我想。我属于的是灰色的世界
安静的。忧郁的。
慌忙。慌乱。
靠不住任何人。谁也无法依赖。
我想在嘈杂中消失。
针对世界而遍体鳞伤。
在岁月中被摧毁。
我的无助
只会无尽扩展。
无论朋友 家人
我都无法协助。
只能看她们 堕落。任性。自以为是。
只能一而再地被误会
因为这从来不是属于我的世界
好多人的忧伤
比我更实在
家庭阴影 父亲随时会离开这世界
那, 是天大的罪名
最残忍的命运
而我。没有理由。
就算有理由。我已丧失辩解的意义
其实我这一群朋友。很仗义。
但也始终不会, 也不能读懂我
你能去信仰你所要的
我很高兴
但你自以为自己是救世主
在我这些许的欣慰上
添加了些 心寒
太多的情绪 只会让自己显得懦弱
是吧
-恩
Monday, January 30, 2017
好久不见的你
幽蓝的天空
或者是灰暗的天色
至少还挂着云朵
寄给你我仅有的思念
我试着揣摩
你对待世界的那种诚恳
热血澎湃,不停地学习
不停成长
那么纯真,真实
我都做不到
每逢周末
必触碰无尽黑暗
这样的黑暗
无声无息地抽空了
我对生命的期望,期许
让我在周日时候弥补休息
让我视而不见我的伤心
如果能再见到你
如果能放下我的自尊,任性
让我紧紧抱着你
告诉着你,我试着变得更坚强
可成长路上有些酿跄
别怪我
别期望太多
继续做我的太阳
遥远地照耀着
我未走完的明亮
Saturday, October 15, 2016
落下
发生了个趣事。
一群大学的朋友组在xy的房间里,为她庆生。
说实话, 我根本不想去。因为我觉得庆生是一个特别没有逻辑的事情。更何况, 我完全状况外。我不喜欢那种凑热闹,什么礼物都没准备就到现场的自己。
但我还是被朋友催着。无可奈何嘛。
然而,庆生不只是那么简单。
还听了某人的秘密
就是什么感情问题。
搞笑的是, 一群人在提议解决方案, 用专业用语。这都是什么情况
但在凌晨两点钟, 我怎么能欣赏这一点呢。
我只是感受着满满的困意。。。
接着, 我就去复习天文
我朋友说了些奇怪的话语
首先, 她帮人解决感觉问题会想到自己放不下的失败恋情
其次, 她有些反感。因为每听到别人有了另一伴, 或某人和某人在一起了, 心里有些酸。是不服。为什么我还单身没被选中
我只是抱着手肘, 困惑的听着。
怎么了, 恋爱变成一种比赛了么
这不和逻辑。
在我的世界里, 只要你是我认定的人我就尽量去保护。甭管那是爱情或是友情。感情的源泉就是"在乎" 两个字。这字不带任何杂念, 只有像小孩一样单纯守护这心爱的东西, 不让世界污染。
是我们长大了, 让爱变成复杂, 不单纯了吗。让爱拥有那么多形式, 什么告白, 约会。。。"陪伴"其实才是最纯粹的形式吧。
随着时间的摧毁, 我们会不会再天真的相信所谓的爱情呢。我朋友这样的问我, 但我没有直答。她说看着别人成双成对会让自己更悲观孤僻。是吗。我相信人生是有得有失的。你会学会坚强。珍惜。淡然面对一切。
以上记录一下自己的观念。
-恩