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Hi
A few years ago, I abandoned this livejournal because I was unhappy with the writing in it. It was full of angst and everything felt constructed on a backbone of judgementalism. Indeed I came here during a pretty turbulent time, full of uncertainties and naive to vicissitudes, and after a transitive period in life I decided to move on ( Read more... ) -
So cold it's burning
He takes a deep breath, clenches his teeth and tells himself to maintain his composure. Keep calm. Be rational. Detachment from emotions, how many times has he deliberately done this before? To sever the connection with your most primary, instinctive feelings - so quickly, so decisively, a seamless transition from inevitable emotional response to a ( Read more... ) -
break
My internals have ended but IG's start next week. I haven't written in a month and tell you what, it is utter torture. I decided to give myself a short break and this is what I wrote.
( let's see what exams do to the mind... ) -
of birds and children (two scenes)
Children's laughter fill the air ( Read more... ) -
heart of the city
(As a pretext, I had the situation of Hong Kong in mind while writing this. To put it in the simplest, briefest way: conservation is a big issue over here. We have a lot of old buildings that activists want the government to conserve, but many times the government had to make decisions on whether to demolish them or not in order to make way for a ( Read more... ) -
for once, the candle complains
F
L b L
A u A
M r M
E n E
!
Stop imposing upon my body
the virtues you, yourself,
value, but are too plebeian
to pursue. This is a folly:
Your incessant extolment is
a sugar-coated malfeasance
against me. I do not want to
be lit; I do not want to die.
My crippling, predetermined
life is bitter from start to
end, but overly-romanticized.
You speak ( Read more... ) -
the moth
This is a poem I wrote quite a while back, and it is one of the few (of my own) which I kind of like. To be honest, I don't really like most of my work... But here goes the moth ( Read more... ) -
the fish
Once, the lone fish thought water ( Read more... ) -
between you and me
I block her shots one by one.
Each time she blindly stumbles
into what she thinks is fun.
The road is riddled with booby
traps, enemies in ambush, I
guide her like a native guides
a Westerner in the jungles of
Africa. She snaps shots along
the way, whistling, pointing at
exotic bugs, birds of paradise,
an everyday sight for me but
they speak of ( Read more... )