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i've always been touchy about privacy and space, i suppose i need them more than most, perhaps. my thoughts are living breathing creatures, they need room to grow and thrive, not people invading my head and trampling all over them. these thoughts are shy too, they can't function when watched or probed, they don't perform on demand even for myself, but leave them alone and on rare occasions they do little tap-dances in the recesses of my brain.
[Listening to: without you by air supply]
[by the way i tried to say]
It's so strange the way your shifting perceptions of someone - good, bad and everything in between - can seem to change them when all along they're always the same person and you're the one seeing them differently. -- Johnny Voodoo by Dakota Lane
[Listening to: a sorta fairytale by tori amos]
[by the way i tried to say]
i think i like bollywood films- song and dance and colours and costumes make for mesmerizing shows. we do need to inject some vibrancy in our lives yeah, it doesn't matter that happy endings are not realistic. if prancing around coconut trees and water fountains makes people happy, so be it. bollywood films = world peace, everybody grab a stranger's hand and move to the music, jangle the bangles and spread the lovee.
[Listening to: ready for love by cascada]
Thursday, October 19, 2006
[by the way i tried to say]
so the definition of identity is how yu see yourself and how the world sees yu. to me, it's a definition that has no end: the idea that comes to mind is of someone looking at a photograph of himself, and in that photograph he is looking at himself in a photograph, and in that photograph he is looking at himself in yet another photograph, and the process goes on and on till it becomes infinitely small. it's impossible to reach something solid, we keep trying to pin down in exact terms what we are, but to do so would mean detaching ourselves from the picture and how does that happen? how yu see yourself will always include how the world sees yu, just as how the world sees yu will then include your view of yourself - we get an endless swallowing of a picture within a bigger picture.
[Listening to: through the glass by stone sour]
Sunday, October 08, 2006
[by the way i tried to say]
this sounds rather freaky but i think sometimes i do what i do just to see how people react. cheap thrill really, but i get a kick out of hoping for something surprising. chances are i'll be a really sadistic parent because i'll end up treating my kids like experiments and keep intentionally provoking them just to see what happens.
[Listening to: what hurts the most by rascal flatts]
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
[by the way i tried to say]
sometimes people try so hard to hear yu, when all they have to do is listen. everything speaks, even silence, they mutter soft little messages about yu and me and everything else in between. all it takes is to quieten the babbling thoughts in your head, those thoughts that perpetually threaten to barge out in the messy form of talk, if even for a while. it's more difficult than it sounds, in that it does not sound, to listen.