Eric is the only person I know who types "ha ha"s on chat, instead of "haha"s.
They disturbed me a little at first. That's probably how they sustained my attention.
"haha" is already a funny looking word,
but "ha ha" is ever more peculiar.
Note the space in between.
There is enough space for a world to fit in.
Do you know a lot of people who type "ha ha"s on chat?
He is the only person I know, I think.
If you do too, I'm a little sorry if I didn't think of you.
Wednesday, 19 July 2006
Thursday, 13 July 2006
Reminder: The Jilted Lizard Loves Her
So, I was walking along, walking along in my dream, when I met a quite handsome young lizard. Confessedly, I'm not sure how handsome lizards look like, but I imagine that a handsome lizard would look quite like how this lizard looked like.
"Hello," I said, in a friendly manner, for it was not too often that I meet anyone in particular in dreams.
"Hi," he replied, dejectedly.
"What’s wrong?"
"The love of my life has left me for another."
Awkward silence.
"The love of my life has left me for another. Now I am all alone."
I squatted down beside him with quiet condolence.
"My life has lost all meaning for the love of my life is gone. She was all of my meaning and now I am empty."
He looked at me and heaved a sigh so deep that, I suspect, lizards can never ever heave a sigh nearly as deep if not for being in a dream.
"I heard you take pictures in dreams," without waiting for my concurrence, he requested, "Take a picture of me, to remind all the other lizards... and everyone out there, everybody. Everybody..."
I took out my camera and waited for him to finish his sentence.
Nothing. I hesitated then prompted, "...remind them that...?" A least offensive prompt, I thought.
"No…" He looked at the ground in front of him and he begun to wept,
"Remind them that I love her. And she is my everything. And she has left me. And I am nothing. Remind them that I love her. And that she has left me. And that I love her. And that my tiny heart has broken into one. million. pieces. I gave my heart to her... and when she hastily threw it back at me, when it fell to the ground forever, when it smashed into one million pieces forever... I love her still, with all of every single one of my one million pieces. I have one million hearts that love her, but she has left me. And I cannot forget my sorrow and I cannot confront myself and I cannot confront everything that I thought I knew that I thought I was my courage is broken my spirit is broken my love has left me..."
He looked up from the ground, and sighed again at the sun,
"Remind them that I am a jilted lizard.
And that I love her."
With that, he stood up. He looked to the right of the road. He asked me for the time.
I didn’t have it.
He said nevermind.
He rubbed his face with the back of his left wrist. He walked straight ahead and away from me.
Perhaps, I was a little disoriented with his emotions. I forgot to take a picture of him. Instead, I was looking at his solitary figure... wondering what would be the right thing to say...
A shiny black car zoomed by to run him over.
"Hello," I said, in a friendly manner, for it was not too often that I meet anyone in particular in dreams.
"Hi," he replied, dejectedly.
"What’s wrong?"
"The love of my life has left me for another."
Awkward silence.
"The love of my life has left me for another. Now I am all alone."
I squatted down beside him with quiet condolence.
"My life has lost all meaning for the love of my life is gone. She was all of my meaning and now I am empty."
He looked at me and heaved a sigh so deep that, I suspect, lizards can never ever heave a sigh nearly as deep if not for being in a dream.
"I heard you take pictures in dreams," without waiting for my concurrence, he requested, "Take a picture of me, to remind all the other lizards... and everyone out there, everybody. Everybody..."
I took out my camera and waited for him to finish his sentence.
Nothing. I hesitated then prompted, "...remind them that...?" A least offensive prompt, I thought.
"No…" He looked at the ground in front of him and he begun to wept,
"Remind them that I love her. And she is my everything. And she has left me. And I am nothing. Remind them that I love her. And that she has left me. And that I love her. And that my tiny heart has broken into one. million. pieces. I gave my heart to her... and when she hastily threw it back at me, when it fell to the ground forever, when it smashed into one million pieces forever... I love her still, with all of every single one of my one million pieces. I have one million hearts that love her, but she has left me. And I cannot forget my sorrow and I cannot confront myself and I cannot confront everything that I thought I knew that I thought I was my courage is broken my spirit is broken my love has left me..."
He looked up from the ground, and sighed again at the sun,
"Remind them that I am a jilted lizard.
And that I love her."
With that, he stood up. He looked to the right of the road. He asked me for the time.
I didn’t have it.
He said nevermind.
He rubbed his face with the back of his left wrist. He walked straight ahead and away from me.
Perhaps, I was a little disoriented with his emotions. I forgot to take a picture of him. Instead, I was looking at his solitary figure... wondering what would be the right thing to say...
A shiny black car zoomed by to run him over.
Sunday, 9 July 2006
想你 10
如果有一天 我睡醒过来
就不再这样地淡淡想念着你
将会是怎么样的感觉?
那时的我 是怎么样的一个我？
那时的你 会不会感到任何差别？
你会不会知道？
我会不会想念 这样想你的我？
我会不会想念 这种细细的伤心， 这种微微的心痛,
这种淡淡的想念？
那时的我们就是变了吧.
那时的你 会离我更遥远.
可能就是远到让我想想你也想不到.
就不再这样地淡淡想念着你
将会是怎么样的感觉?
那时的我 是怎么样的一个我？
那时的你 会不会感到任何差别？
你会不会知道？
我会不会想念 这样想你的我？
我会不会想念 这种细细的伤心， 这种微微的心痛,
这种淡淡的想念？
那时的我们就是变了吧.
那时的你 会离我更遥远.
可能就是远到让我想想你也想不到.
Monday, 3 July 2006
July
July is like the Wednesday of the entire year.
After July, it's all down hill, baby.
Thursday is August and September.
October is Friday!
Saturday is November.
December is Sunday.
Monday is January, February, March.
Tuesday is April, August, June. June is like Tuesday night.
I think we should celebrate July 1sts.
Because Wednesday mornings are worth celebrating.
And July 1st is like, half year. So saying, happy July 1st! is like saying, Happy New Half Year!
That makes June 30th, New Half Year Eve.
I probably should have thought of this earlier,
I probably should have told you this earlier,
so we could have celebrated this year's July 1st together.
We could have waited up, on June 30th night, for July 1st.
Like a private joke you know.
Like we're cheating on them.
When the rest of the world feels the unreasonable sense of relief every January 1st, we can feel another unreasonable sense of relief on July 1st!
Behind
Their
Backs.
HAPPY NEW HALF YEAR!
Or in their faces,
HAPPY NEW HALF YEAR!
for that matter.
After July, it's all down hill, baby.
Thursday is August and September.
October is Friday!
Saturday is November.
December is Sunday.
Monday is January, February, March.
Tuesday is April, August, June. June is like Tuesday night.
I think we should celebrate July 1sts.
Because Wednesday mornings are worth celebrating.
And July 1st is like, half year. So saying, happy July 1st! is like saying, Happy New Half Year!
That makes June 30th, New Half Year Eve.
I probably should have thought of this earlier,
I probably should have told you this earlier,
so we could have celebrated this year's July 1st together.
We could have waited up, on June 30th night, for July 1st.
Like a private joke you know.
Like we're cheating on them.
When the rest of the world feels the unreasonable sense of relief every January 1st, we can feel another unreasonable sense of relief on July 1st!
Behind
Their
Backs.
HAPPY NEW HALF YEAR!
Or in their faces,
HAPPY NEW HALF YEAR!
for that matter.
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