tofushop: February 2005

Monday, February 28, 2005

whoosh!

lx wants to eat a grilled cheese sammich with two eggs on top;
only 2 krispy kreme donuts;
plus 5 hotdogs with extra extra grilled onions from the chicago cubs' wrigley field;
and maybe one generic-make bagel with philly cream cheese.
if ya know what i mean.
dammit! lx wants an authentic -greenbayroad-homer's-oreo-milkshake!

ok lah i'll settle for chai tow kway and roti prata anytime.
food, glorious food

13:49 | permafrost |

Sunday, February 27, 2005

MP for digression

what does monty python have to do with philosophy? well. besides comic relief.
see link
and link
for some text devices that possibly makes one laugh.

heh

and plato's republic of the ideal state, philosopher-kings, will not work.
comedy will.

15:13 | permafrost |

Thursday, February 24, 2005

singapore, singapore [t610 photos]

17:54 | permafrost |

Monday, February 21, 2005

when roused from sleep

color of music

morning half past four
twenty first february twothousand&five

[ once again.
i awake in black,
to white
to write.
inspired by cafe del mar
flashed a vision
of the beach.

do you see what i see?
sand grains of phuture diamonds
the grooves on each
matching the grooved beat
looping
along with soft horns
an ivory tinkle
tender piano
lacking only a misplaced clarinet
or blues guitar classical.

can you hear what i feel?
waves.
flickering licking flames
of a small candle's glow.
_ _ _ light up my world.
illumina stars and ivory accompaniment
bass deep and drums'
constant rhythm,
groaning frenzied climax but chilled out.

slow peace.
nod my head in beat.
fingers tapping
up the spine.
that magic melody.
a breath of fresh air
a kiss, half open, no tongue
a lingering taste
fades out with the record.

a drum beat continues though.
double bass frets a quarter every bar.
low notes twinkle with hi-hat half-opened.
my eyes closed
fingers still moving.
still moving.
never dead.
always moving.
still
be. ]

- lx.zndr c

12:31 | permafrost |

ai cuo

just a few lines from a song, that speaks volumes. as they sometimes do identify.
i may not know all the words in fan ti zhi, but i know enough when to say i've made mistakes.
my apology is not as they say in french, excuses, but it's admission of my wrong nonetheless.

10. 愛錯
by 王力宏

北風毫不留情把葉子吹落
脆弱的她選擇了逃脫
葉子失去消息風才感覺寂寞
整個冬天北風的痛沒人能說

... 多少不能原諒的錯卻不能重來過

原來是我犯下從沒承認的錯

我從來沒想過我會這樣做
從來沒愛過所以愛錯
我從哪裡起飛從哪裡降落
多少不能原諒的錯
請妳原諒我的愛錯

12:15 | permafrost |

SUЯЯENDEЯ

far east plaza level two i believe. before my underground haircut.
a bit of exploration and following blindly this couple with kids and pram into a black gallery flanked by cement walls, very underground, industrial archi-type..

03:27 | permafrost |

Friday, February 18, 2005

past
present
or phuture

i choose future.
notwithstanding inherent past and present
that i consist of
and without which
the future is naught.

01:33 | permafrost |

Sunday, February 13, 2005

poe try

[ stars fading
heart dying off
to a new one.
music to the left,
right
of my brain
peaceful slumber
awaits
my darkness
silent black. ]

-lx c.

18:22 | permafrost |

Tuesday, February 08, 2005

either something is wonderful. or something is not right.
/
-- i finally stuck my illumina stars on my bedside wall. didn't find the final 2, nor do i know if there are any others missing. in any case, i am sleeping among stars tonight, surrounded by their light incandescence.
/
listening to lush 99.5 finally. and amazed how this past year, aurally i had left behind french-jazzed chill out and bossa, fit for salsa.
/
[translated from romaji]

gaining through losing

everytime this season comes around
something falls out of my hand
standing still...
if I look back all I'll see is loneliness

always, forever...
be proud of the one thing that you believe in day after day

meeting and parting continuously, we walked on this road
it's something that can't be replaced, I think to myself

if that day came, not even reckless passion
full of yearning for that feeling is enough
hiding strength and becoming quiet, let's hold on to our light

this time, without holding onto freedom or affection
start to understand the significance

sharing pain and joy, your burden deepens
don't embellish these single words, just embrace my heart

light is breaking apart the rain clouds
the earth begins to sing

we've been gaining one good thing through losing another
i'm so proud to be with you, my love
now you know the meaning of sunshine after rain
let me tell you life is good, my friends.

if you don't already know. this song by hirai ken, was covered by f4. liu xing yu. pei ni qu kan.

in singapore. i've seen no less than half-a-dozen shooting stars in one night. if you've seen more, especially with our bright city glow, i'd be interested to hear your moonlit stories.
/
well. why do i put other words on this blog, instead of my own prose. i used to think, and prolly still do, that when i write it is because of too-intense heart tears, or maybe my words were too mellow. maybe it has all been said before, words these. is there really nothing new under the sun?

who am i writing for, or rather, who is reading? "you," you might say, whoever you are. this blog post is getting longer, but it does not make any more meaning out of it then if i were to just say one word, "wonderful."

so there, more abstrakt-mind-fuck shhiitt from yours truly.

01:06 | permafrost |

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