mister pearl

dak han yum cha...LOL

i never thought that someone would say this to me

com´ on
this is such a cliche

either we ll do sth more than just yum cha
or
we ll never meet again

well
i hope we ll meet at epic
;)

u r a pearl

seriously i was chicken enuf not to comment on that n on u
still need t to crystallise my thoughts
yet a crystal
yet impenetrable

yr string of words
yr beams of thoughts
r
like lasers
stronger
starker
than infrared
ultra
violet
as blue ray
rats
rat

you cheated
m cheated

no
just yet to comprehend

enchanted
by
mystery

dizzled dazzled
diesel muscles

whimsy whamsy
clammy horny

im dropping it goddamit.
this goddamn intro to journal.

MIKA - Blame It On The Girls ( Live Good Morning America 09-25-2009

Hong Kong 係 Nummer eins...

from a friend's fb shared link. enjoy!!

World's Greatest City: 50 reasons why Hong Kong is No. 1 CNNGo

天啊
我很想念香港
見到朋友在上載於臉孔書的照片
極度希望自己就與他們在一起
在家在學校在打球在香港便捷的鐵路站

人離鄉
未太賤

不過
的確

龍床
不及
狗竇

即使
香港
天不高
環境窄

我還是愛它的

hong kong novelty.

my laughing genie in whipped cream dischargers/ eating whipped cream under 37 degree c

i wanted to write a tribute for anaesthesia, people who invented it, surgery, and people who invented it. wanted to thank modern tech. could not imagine what would happen if i break my arm in like 1700, not that i would not be able to have my bones realigned, but i could have died from pain during the course of incision and surgery, if there were such things.

if there were previous life, i thought i might have died from breaking my bones, and the pain it caused. i was probably from england, or germany. so i might have been a gent, or a hitler fan. i bet lol. i kid. dont take me seriously.

so i wikipediaed anaesthesia, n linked n clicked n jumped over to Chirurgie, by accident, then i came across this - laughing gas.

so what the heck is laughing gas (it reminds me of laughing gor btw XD). its a gas that makes people both numb, n laugh (i dont know why. too hilarios to be true: hell! a gas that makes people laugh?!) "euphoric effect" it has it says.

"Nitrous oxide, commonly known as happy gas or laughing gas, is a chemical compound with the chemical formula N2O. At room temperature, it is a colorless non-flammable gas, with a pleasant, slightly sweet odor and taste. It is used in surgery and dentistry for its anesthetic and analgesic effects. It is known as "laughing gas" due to the euphoric effects of inhaling it, a property that has led to its recreational use as a dissociative drug...
Nitrous oxide reacts with ozone and is the main naturally occurring regulator of stratospheric ozone. Nitrous oxide is also a major greenhouse gas and air pollutant. Considered over a 100 year period, it has 298 times more impact per unit weight than carbon dioxide...
Nitrous oxide (N2O) is a dissociative drug that can cause analgesia, depersonalization, derealization, dizziness, euphoria, and some sound distortion."

so, think abt this:
global warming comes with hullcination. how funny it could be.

n i miss my chemistry:

NH4NO3 (s) → 2 H2O (g) + N2O (g)
2 NH3 + 2 O2 → N2O + 3 H2O
HNO3 + NH2SO3H → N2O + H2SO4 + H2O
NH3OH+Cl− + NaNO2 → N2O + NaCl + 2 H2O

well, sort of.

now i know why people have natural high.

pieces of the cripple

oct 15 - gift for sis' bday lol: portrait of this naked man.
love his face. he was real sleepy. kinda like a buddha.

though, his body is not quite good sketch.

another post

room, after >1.5 months,
kinda messy. but look at my Deutsche Mauer. good progress huh.

after a weekend of revision. felt like learning 100 more new vocab.

m putting it here only because i find this beautiful. i didnt break my wrist or finger or phalanges.

then, x-rays of my broken bones. so you'll know how serious it had been. im using past perfect. as if it affects me no longer =]. yea, m doing all good. no worries.

write to escape the ravine

feel so compelled to write something.
at least little something

have been fairly stressed

wouldnt know why
i mean
i know why
but they shouldnt have been reasons big enough to put my heart in the valley
have i been too sentimental
too emotion
i wouldnt know
i just wouldnt know
i just dont want to know
i just wouldnt want to know
maybe i would want to know
or maybe not
i dont know
annoying
i dont know what i dont know what i know and what i want to or not want to know
super annoying

so there is my genius fracturing my arm.
and there is my retarded skipping and lagging behind in class
maybe i could but i havent even tried to read
ernest, f scott and gertrude
virginia coming up
i know not what im gonna do
i just hated novels for class
they are too long for me
this is an excuse i confess

whatever
i just dont know what would i become after like 5 or 10 or 15 years
would i remember all these?

just after 3 years
i feel like losing all my beloved (adjective, past tense) biology
i mean
i really liked it
but now i can say almost no jargons of the endocrine system
i want my biology back

not sure if it's a waste of time
i mean
what im studying
why mi studying
what for

i told myself i loved literature i loved art
they inspire me
in fact they do
but
so what
in this secular
mudane
carnal
world
how good it is to be inspired?

am i desparate
am i too disappointed
have i been too cynical
have i been too lofty

god damn this whimsical girl who lives on this earth and lives not in this world
goddamn
god forbade!

and you are from hk, this extreme place of practicality
god forbade

and im yelling god forbade when im not that devout and pious
god forbade as a platitude as a goddamn god forbade cliche
how ridiculous
this is a wanton's speech

i sigh
i push my deepest breath of air out of my alveoli!
ay ayy ayyy ayyyy ayyyyy

whatever
no one hears it



so i was saying my broken arm n awful academia
n
granny is hurt
n
im physically distant from my beloved family and friends
n
i cannot concentrate at work
(this is why im typing this)
(this is both the cause n result of all other causes i think - vicious circle)
damn

but i know what i should do
i tell myself to focus on how blessed (too religious a term) or how lucky or how (simply) good things around me are
i do things that make myself FROH
zum Beispiel
stalking catty's blog (Laughing out loud, well it does make me so happy Laughing out loud)
i dont know
stay on pandora radio (that's pandora.com, too bad that it only works in th US), but it's awesome
draw naked people as an escape (i just love drawing, or better say anything involves a pen n a paper that is not writing. no wait, i love writing, but nothing academic)
and cook good food: yes ive been eating so well. i dont have a meal plan but i eat so healthy. i love mushrooms n sweet peppers n veggie n yogurt n chewy oat or granola bars
und so weiter und so weiter.

yes
i make myself pretty happy

but im so eager to know why im doing what im doing in here

i meet great people here
seriously
journalism people
a photographer from reuters who travels the world n followed obama throughout his election
another photographer who took (funny and) serious pictures of bush during his 8 years of presidency
a person from washington post who lived to observe a family and has written a great story of this grassroot family (shadow another person. it amazed me. i'd like to try!)
some others

i mean, i mean i bet, these people wouldnt have imagined all these experiences back then, would they?
just so, what would i become?

*4 pages german worksheets - pending
* in 20 minutes im going to sketch a naked man.

dont worry, i only have 1 german class tmr.
wouldnt be too bad if i sleep at 2 tonight
i have tea with me :]

granny brownie analogy, or, elegy

Water recedes
You see the bottom of the river bank
It’s not the pretty glittering stones that shine the moonlight
Not those ostrich egg like smooth gem stones that slime and slip bare feet
Not those spiny spiky like hostile shells or urchins that make habitat for nemos
But just bare soil
Soil too dry
Loathable brownies
No one wants to eat
Disgust to digest

So mucus moistures
Enables its edibility
Mechanically affectionately

Doesn’t quite work isn’t it

Dry soil grows no tears
A single droplet of dew - I thought it might be

Headache
Fever heat

I put the earthy paste of brownie back into the oven
It warms and heats and –
Dries up even worse
Not true
It’s already at its driest state as can be
It simply feceates
Feceasation
A form of sublimation
By contrast
Reduces every possible on earth

Cyclical
Rejuvenate
Revigorate

Water restores
Returns to planet mother earth the soil

Sail through mists of misery
Woes and trees
Still a piece of dry bread
Unnoticeable crust
Abandoned face

I wait for the heat to recede
I wait for my eye brims to dry

How would I be mad at you
I was the one who bragged and boasted and spitted
Spilt my bullshit all over
I tainted your face
Foul was my mouth

I loathed my tongue
I hated my teeth
The strong white composition of enamel the least thing I needed
I wished my enamel would become my bones
As breakable
As fragile
As useless
Would then I depend on it no longer
I have no credit

I am a cripple
I am a dumb

I only wanted to trim my thoughts
Crimson were my lips
Crimson was my blood
Nothing at all is rosary
To be appre’d in prayers or hymns

wt ive been doing these days =] kinda begeistert.

Ich bin ratlos.

Villeicht mag ich nicht den Journalismus.
Ich glaube, dass ich begeistert von dem bin.
Ich glaube, dass ich durstig nach Zeitung zu schreiben.
Ich bin nicht noch neugierig, nicht genug.

Ich lese gern.
Ich schreibe nur meine Meinung gern.
Aber ich schreibe immer nur meine Meinung, sondern nicht Informationen.

Ich kann nicht mit fremden Menschen eine Befragung machen.
Ich bin nicht genug motivieren.
Angst habe ich.
Nervös bin ich.

Ich bin ratlos.