2013 resolution

pick up light reading again

do some serious reading too

study german again

try a wider variety of music

stop, or reduce, overthinking

be more patient and understanding

cook

Signs

The signs
Crystal clear
I tried not to neglect the blinding bright
Still
They are only signs.

As if you hear the squeaking of a bird
But you cant make sure til you actually see it on the bough
It could have come from the sound box or
You mistaking that of a chair as a bird's
or your vocal chord tricks my audio

Though - what but signs indicate the arrival of a season
Winter
Spring
Autumn
Summer
Positions of stars
Scent of plants and
Sensual skin would tell

The nature
Perhaps as grand nature
Feelings don't tell but showing alone suffices

Over and under sensitive
What makes beautiful treasure regret
Gem stone under the unadorned

But we are popping and complex
Unlike the flat round world of cosmo of awesome simpleness

Can't afford to lose another

Enigma Variations by Eric Emmanuel Schmitt

Visuals - not yet audio

The plot - of course. Philo thru attitudes to love of diff scales and types to plotting to unexpectation and contrast. Conforming to limitations of humans and lives, Manly feeble- and helplessness. Manifesting and feasting chances and opportunities minor encounters flowing broad plot.
The characters - checked with awesomeness. Carefully moulded fitting sensibility and genuineness. Thorough. Ly celebrates temperaments and the capability of devoting love.
The settings - temporal and spatial - dawn with sense of isolation, or ambiguous seclusion. Winter-wonderland with snow and aurora. Balcony as an attached separate part vulnerable or as platform to connect. The room with the shelf section plus the fireplace as source of warmth simultaneously incinerator, with piano and player and closet.
The symbols and imageries - klimt kuss and. Rifle shot and letters with leaves contained and sofa with clothing scattered around, on them under chill. Sporadic and graceful of daily living true down to earthness
Music. With appropriate pauses and hesitations.
Reflections so appropriately played.

Clapppppppppppppppppppppppppp

with (2)

I wish i were his furniture, which got to be with you last night, which you beheld and appreciated. I wish I were of its proximity, and that you like. I wish i were a cushion, or a pillow, or a blanket, anything soft yo can get hold of and accompany you when you are at ease, and when you feel like grasping, or a daily piece of comfy. I wish I were a hard bed good mattress, well supports and no one but you lay eyes on - unknowingly be with you, which you gently lean against, and me gently lean against the upside down way. Be longing Belonging.

with

I wish i were with you, just be with you - like sitting on your side and listen to what you feel - worried and upset, or okay or whatever. I just wish i could go straight to your room and just be with you so you don't have to undergo troubles on your own, everything alone. An all time receiver of anything yours. I want to be with you, just be with you. Just be with you.

My mind is all yours, so is my heart.

lil oddly triggers breaking petals

I guess i should be less direct and honest being in this job but
I could not help
I dont wanna help

Conversely
I fear me getting deformed
Worldly deformation stinks
I loathe indeed
Freaks not me but the majority
Mutation indicating tumor pushing cancer

Pardon my swearing and immaturity for being almost uncovered but
I want to feel the earth the way it is
Unarticulated, bear and innately natural
I need to so I can stay alive, genuine as can be

Boss appreciating me the wrong way. It makes nauseous pride and chronic decay
I feel like carrion
Attracting flies

Whats wrong with people hiding from one another.
So wrong. Utter helplessness.

This is nothing desperate I
Wish I would be a part of doomsday
Epic.

Eh. Some seconds errie

It feels really weird. If anonymous is right abt me being a bird in a cage you r a fan nearby. Wheezing wind comfy for humans freak me out with the same weaktensity. Your challenge from nowhere fucking freaked me out just 15 mins ago. or maybe its the earphone - your know birdie is particularly sensitive with their ears - eerie.

Just this morning i was abt to put down 'maybe my method works - overlooking' - but this night the resolution comes clearer - mayb its ostrich's head in sand - avoidance and not just ignorance. Im such an ostrich bird. Huge of cowardice.

Needa suppress headstrongness the quest for ultimate clearness this is no pond or reservoir but salty ocean pretty lunatic. Hm. I thought i liked fluctuation and uncertainty and anything wicked and gefaehrlich? The so called intensity.

OR maybe they do drift away, slowly and taking ages, drifting after all - just like any emotions like love and affection and patience. Things get stale and unimportant whats indeed the point of engagement and participation? Oh wow i sound like i am the oh very experienced mid age of shitty sophistication.

Strategy works not well when we are dont do simple and direct and not lying, confrontation.

Complications everywhere and reading surface and physical and other people's intricacy distract - some effective penicillin. temporary. Do u want to just say it, nth too serious coz i dnt expect you bother.

Thank you anonymous, sorry that i worried you and thank you for caring for somebody you dnt know. I hope we learn to care abt those even better deserved :) much love.

danke fuer die lieder.

dear music,
you are the most warmly welcomed here just
i hope im not becoming a distraction.
stay focused, pull yourself together and
win what you are running after
just don't overwork and get it with
grace.

i'm getting a good seat for
too -
trying
finally im trying
never mind if i end up don't get cause
it the experience of sheer trying thrills

danke fuer die lieder.

herzliche Grüße

Awesome in a peace of mind

Dear thank you for being responsive. You are the unique awesomeness that planted a part in me and i was and am truly flattered we have been crossing in all ways. If you would be pleased, catch up and we will explore explication of the now and then. - I think you read me intrinsic honesty i cant help. Put it at lift now and - focused and shoot the moon plain and clean.

Your response lifted my day, danke.

At my own discretion

i dnt mean to stir just - I do what worths and what should be done, at my own discretion, regardless of what it leads up to, whether i deserve the end result or not, whether we deserve it or not, whether it does us good or not. inevitably out of control, unforeseeable from the utmost beginning anyways - why bother. Too strong an attitude vielleicht too headstrong aber
一些對的事應該做，結果控制不到 - 控制不到很好 - 根據當時的判斷進行了就好。
應該做的事做了就好。共勉之

原諒我還太年輕需要激烈的對應。

在那些我累極虛脫的時候、我需要一個陪我跛步靜靜作伴之際，你在十三小時的遠處我捉不住我要崩潰了 - 太不妥；加上你昨天為我好的拒絕通話而今早我工事上出現假的山洪暴發 - 我太需要你哄了先擱置一下理性好嗎。雖然，聽到你為我感到氣結的時候我還是很感動，我知道你在夜深還唸我；而我亦清楚你是實際的穩妥的類，但。
***難道你還未了解我是那種必先滿足心理需求才照顧得上生理睡眠需的intensity嗎？
我是整天都要聽要verify好多遍

還好有幾個死黨在附近唉。

6 Hour Classical Music Playlist by JaBig: Beautiful Piano Mix for Studyi...

Reflection near the annual big project wrap-up

Was the hyperness from overworking? And the hunger too? I feel like tomorrow is the end of everything - everything fun and less routine - maybe a good break i need. And i like good sparks from new combo. Good chemistry happening - and this exothermic process has been exhausting. I like i having to take care of some 10 features and collateral and editorial stuff. Made a leap indeed tasted what got him addicted. Fun sustained and - maybe i can hold on to this slightly longer. Next tues will b flexer phew.

Change and forward. Absence makes Presence.

唉唉呀每次黎到呢d要chur 甚麼甚麼的就好厭倦，我真的不那熱衷於。。。然後思緒蔓延至我不希罕不適合不應該做當這的自負想法，然後沉溺於人生意義甚麼的沒完沒了，然後老細長輩個種不解不屑聲音嚮起 - 我想死。
想說些甚麼不滿的會變得很粗魯，可能是混得多就覺得說爆一點淘心裡的怒氣多盡一點 ; 但其實從來訴不盡 - 是沒有對的人，而自己沒有，不是對的工具。
吹散我吧，沖有點太重 ; 要不就撞死我吧，一下子重擊，受不了正好一了百了。
我需要人文學的廣闊心思呀d
添點戲劇性好嗎 - 回頭看大家都成記憶中的故事 - 還說要活在當下 - 我想死
天哪今。個。月。把。該。做。的。做。好。吧。

work out of the void

bore. dom. and
insatisfaction

"PR is to 'package the truth and tell the truth which may or may not be the total truth'"
- and this aint oxymoron
this is artificiality that
makes me sick

literally.

"it's dangerous"
i reckon
i agree
my some rebels put me in danger

and i could not help it.
i stick to my disapproval.

and manipulation is not derogatory?

fml
boring and muede

what you high words shaking off your skull there's value in every job
screw your contemptuousness
sounding as if yours is high profession and theirs are not

how your ba-bling-ba-bling world runs without other wheels
blind disciple.

and this other lady of fuckin attitude
fuckin fckin altitude

think about
- a teacher educates a person
- a doctor treats one
what do you do white collars - typing some thousands of worlds and playing with fuzzy languages
r puts it right - the mo liu-est those wips.
whats the point when you're perfectly on track
hitting keyboard for the information of your boss
not even but notorious girlie
hierarchy
consuming energy for
vanity and burning hours burning money for no reason but
mere circulation of
rage and tiredness

and indeed money is the
tool

give me food and shelter and freedom - then i dont need no coin for gratification

whip me cream

dear yelena sergeyevna - the drama

im forgetting what the instant thumps are about but eh
the impact and the loudness last

written and sets in 1980 USSR
four students broke into a teacher's dwelling place attempting to obtain the key to their test papers
behind gleeful disguise of her birthday celebration

getting her lax with alcohol and exposing supposedly vulnerably - elate
they reveal their wish, fake side of their fake purpose
in some pitiable grounds of
wasted talents misplaced forgone - undeserving
and
petrifyingly
heroic leadership under verification - some hardcore strengthening for future glory - noam - bull shit?

and teacher holds onto the moral high ground - not a playground for manipulation, in-adaptable to so-called contemporary values and pursuits

translating into stern fights

more intense tactics - clever - identification of her antigony
her pity for vulnerables she cares
essentially every
- initially throwing the drunk out of the window
developing into
- raping the 'come back' girl

the drama within the drama
the skit as the stab-puke leading to her ultimate collapse - he says

and she does have broken down
nothing she can support except giving up on the world - at the scene

poking and introspective
driving the good insane
so
conclusio simply - f-athetic
either you mergeS in the cluster of evil, meaning you giving up holding onto your integrity, or
you burst, meaning you giving in and giving up

aha what's so different
sadness of the world
cruel brutality and bluntest - something

----------------------------------------------
who could ever elevate oneself to cloud nine - where the hell is cloud nine not even ever in existence.

deeply depressing

it gave me a headache for sometime

villainous art that lasts punkt

----------------------------------------------

complicates comes in the marxist ideologies

the frail of idealism - communism combats capitalism

ay and ouch nah go dig the script yourself take some sociology courses online.

everyday im shuffling ups and downs

everything ends
and he says it doesnt matter as long as you seize every moment
and i still feel sad
about the limits crowned to good happenings
about the bad things taking up the definite space of potentiality
no potential of good when it cant be infinite
finite
i accused him being a coward
but really me is indeed

another good colleague leaving
hes going after his aspiration
why aint i
whining in vanity
fucking sickening

random random randomness is okay playing orders within the void

the fact remains the fact

i hate my mum, and i see no traits of me of her descent. wonder what other than biological bridge we could make of if i ain't her egg. em this idea makes me wanna puke. she is so least and so belittlable i mean the way to avoid conflicts is really to ignore the being. ouch in so cruel.

relax uptightor and uptight flexor. you manifest the faultiest out of sync attitude in a majority of your intercourses. gather your faces and sharpen your wit. its annoying when you attempt giggling away misbehavior and stern up against laughies. stinker bitch.

prophecy on negative timeouts

im such a prophet so
right even i said for temporal satisfaction its been given a time limit
or the pleasure a timeout for boredom
noam
falsch.
me muede

Wiederbesuchen. Wiedererleben.

the experiences people are having
not yours
immer besser

Liberalismus
auf der anderen Seiten der Welt

is it the place that constrains
the objective environment constructed perceived subjectively
or am i setting these limitations
bars around myself

i reckon not

aya woe oh vertile woe to no avail lest it spreads lest it prevails
mutant thoughts
Gedaechtnis

am im going back to see the real pictures
filmed by fantastical films you place before my optics

honesty plus boldness

honesty plus boldness
我總是誠實到 讓別人驚訝
只是抱持著對得住自己的真實感受的宗旨
活得太超現實嗎
爽快也 痛快 而危險
但一下下的劇烈痛感也比酸麻陣痛來得容易抵受吧而
其實也 變態的 有點pleasurable 謂之
暢快

活道

所以我跟他講了
要解開的要重建的要挖開的
now is the time
and im so very thrilledddddddddddddd and excited just at the thought of it.

即使不work out我也因嘗過試過盡力過而無怨了

其實真的很難得
要的也許只是期望管理要明暸
時地人有變 過去的總是good old times.

comfy pain

a heavy dose of fun does its magic
elixir to illness
content
temporary romance

but erm tomorrow is another day of
heaevy jet of pain
right shot into the vain
spasmic lame
utter fear

but erm tomorrow is a friday
aka last work day of the week

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh mell be alrache
comfy pain

written on first sick off day from work.

agzg!

活在烏雲下下著暴雨後哭著呆著感觸太多而不能自控的過去了吧

al gu zu gebstg.

會看明白 最懂我的不明所以

那次從下火車後搶著進佔手
回以
走到上水彩園商場按著
說事發太突然
山洪暴發的激烈衝動不知如何就裏
之前的
的火車上走得進門

是天意安排好的要經歷的是躲不過的
那翻雲覆雨的晚上睡在手臂上
很攪笑的當時說手臂要大因為

有幸持份講
其實只要是
就依靠得很自在了

還有那段天天早上很睏的把面上的粉抹在
的上班日子
睏著仍念念的


水中的

繼續譜下去

讀挪威的森林第1%有感

我以為。他這一塊是空白的。承不下我。
原來是滿瀉。倒到看不見形又探不著邊界。 太高深的人不是人。是神。

而若然能成為繆思。我願意成為石頭給揸出血。因為我見悶了。我貪我想我要爭取。

念思考。念遼闊。我想不著邊際和高深莫測一下。

我想睇書寫paper搾壓摔達

thoughtless intensity

the thought of troubling your night put a dopey shape on my face so

could never peep through the hole to observe you at night so

being never certain being dedicated to your ups

myfsry

and it ultimately leads to my well being

when my well being depends on yours

o wow im so intennnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnse

blushes bruises ERLEBENEN aha

water it off
refrigerate it
before da fermentates and snowballs into
an igloo

o ski im in winter

and it sounds so swell remembering er
voice conquering all pitches waltzing off songs bySHenda
er so SH'aentle
arrow through me peek me through er bussy

or er in solitude and self pity

Parteitier practitioner
tanzing in swiftness selfcontained


geeeeeez ying ying veli veli ging


* just
why have i always THESE ISSUES of
crashing at
the adoration of

randomly selected cool persons

Die Leiden des jungen Werthe


ARBEITSDILEMMA
arbeiten mit familien :OOD

那狀態

我以為的
洗刷了4,5年
還怎麼這樣
還會刻意去逗

也許是感覺不是人
而我失去了可以回到那狀態的能力
所以就當是人的罷

多想當時可能可減現在的
是好是壞

intensity

my lunacy

if i cant sleep i wont force myself to
cause
i well deserve a sleepless night

and tomorrow
i want to see my swollen eyes
because i so well deserve them too
like
you ve punched me into my eye sockets
and
clear juices bursted from within the turgid balls of jella bella watery
like
my skull has been microwaved
my face red hot
forehead brittle
pretty cheeks smeared rosy red
and
brain juices electrified atoms

paralysed brain
stagnant brain activity
sterilized brain image

where go my fanatic dreams
becoming reality
my
dear
overwhelming
authentic
lunacy

fellow follow very soul

you pole

thank you for the kind words and i sorta believe in that but am yet convinced.
or my heart too thin
or my will too weak

but shall it ever comes into shape in reality you would be accredited

and he res the pole i could set eyes on.
--> i wonder what he looks at. proud of him.

what would become of us when
lifes not for repetition and looping

why were they so utterly different the distinct experiences the persons the time the actions the temperaments.

because me too has had changed

that was so so much adrenaline
this is so so much mucus

sunday afternoon a quarter past thirteen
i couldn't function figure out the length of my slept
but reserved a spot for my had-dream storyline
my piano teacher and bix guy

you said smx makes an exclamate
i wish i aint a punctuate
or if that relates to me at all?
and why wouldnnt you make a hello
extend the sentence paused
save if any remaining remorse

i miss you being in more frequent touch
but bygones are the irretrievables

oughta create some new relationships and new touches

it crashes at a spot

noam noam noam noam noam...

am i in love with my job?...

---------------------------------

slipping away are the 

moments when i drain myself in contentment

indulge in thoughts of existentialism and metaphysics

philosophy exercise good and grim trainer

for work is weary

for life has become weary

now needed are moments of breach

emptiness and hollowness filled with physical output say

running or

swimming

which i so neatily happily engaged just yesterday

time when

nothing cross my mind except the

visual of blue water across sight and

cool ripples aka hydra tactile motions gliding on my surface

contentment of another sort

and i cant weight which is heavier

what has life become

incessant absorption in absorption

tiring yet rewarding

now so torn out tiring and

is so still rewarding?

and how indeed exactly was absorption rewarding when

one has yet the courage to produce some change out of it

externally

how is enrichment of oneself meaningful if

it can't be shared made influential to a community small or big

for

the world is a big web of

connections and interrelations

a blend a mix of

however saturation

make it matter

be affective

-- it could be deeper

but perhaps shallower simpler has greater effect and

if so it indeed is the deepest out of all

and substance and depth keep mutating

-- how could one stop thinking writing this trail of thoughts training leading to

an unknown destination or

it crashes at a spot

was zwischen

little surprises and whims and mischief

i wish you would sing me a song like bruno mars

paint me like gustav klimt

or write me poems like keats

did

to open me up

or we could co-create

art becoming life

give me some mellow melody

rock into coral reefs

And everytime you give me a rock, someone turns it into a coral

Reef relieving, but still I got a grinder from you, which cuts my skin and blood runs through

Coral an eye pleasure but its dead, and very so is rock --- well, can I just, dump it though?

In exchange for a living coral --- something organic and living and --- it gives some right response shelter of Nemo

I am not a pebble collector.

vielleicht sollte ich nie denken

aber glauben

daran glauben

steadfast glauben

und Gefuehle verlieren

oder Gefuehle von meinen Woerter und unseren Erinnerungen

meine kuenstliche und ausgebrochene Ueberzeugungen

erstellen

ich kuemmerne nicht an dem Struktur

sum it all.

thank you best friend. heart beat running away.

anything im not (yet)

brittle bones and aching knees

bruised buccal and swollen feet

vanished teeth and

stutter

but still the mutter

wrinkled cheeks want no face life

deeper complexion and fairer skin

on which there are moles

on which there are creases

freckles for the youth

muddle for the aged

slim not bony she's wrapped in sheets

embodied

coffined

papery thin by collagen drain

could it be

collapsing lips

dropy breasts and stinky miss

who wants it indeed

age and time steal it

pasteurized past beauty

balding

is the heart

balding is

my memory

i can't imagine how painful it might be

is it soft and subtly sour

or is it sharp and bitter and blunt

so badly i'd rather have is

castrated

being fragmented for fear for aging

toast for death

human ps/cycles

whim and mischief

在火車上車廂間的接駁狹縫

未窄如縫

思路正寬

回憶如潮

觀看電影畫面

裝惱淚臉

drama太多

氣力太小

堅持欠奉

走得下去嗎

我們欣賞對方的mischievous 嗎

whims

take it off. take off

spring

roll

ing down my face

aint no hot- and spiciness

and i thought about if i should hit again

to

like

check if

you are still awake

missing me or

dead asleep

still something between man and woman

i wish you were here to touch my face

-----------------------------------------

i have stopped idealizing people

i don't quite whine about you being away but i whine about our fights after your return

which is like a year away

and i dont know if its pessimism

or

i just wide thought it wrong

or

i knew us too much

or

i being immature to deal

i still wish there's someone who knows everything of me

what i think and how i feel and

yes like play

catering to me

i know its stupid and it could do me harm but

or a 'lucky' friend?

or maybe a twist in presentation will do or

really do i deserve

being on my own

-------------------------------------------

and in that moment i could swallow the grit

sharp pain throat-cutting but

knew it would go down get digested

churning and pressing and

crushing

why cant we live afree

and i still very hope that we can go beyond the expected

live out the me me

-------------------

and if a change in perspective would fit me in

--> i am not so eager to fit in

-> and i see people who live out others too so

take it off. take off

Landmark Rush - ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh i miss this city!!!

talking to you in bed - quality time appreciation

shooting stars werent there

some overstatements but

shines and gleams are

glowing from within when

you talk to me

you tell me

you explicate yourself

my head wasnt nodding

my body wasnt leaning forth

but my torso was

turned so my face

was touching against the pillow case as if

it was your face

and your voice beams through the wire

the audio cord links me and this exhaling gadget

invisible waves like brain waves

magnetize us as they did some days in June

my respectable month

and you were telling your life your week your days your minutes

your body juice gets perspired get paid

your brain juice bounces and boils itself

a man at work

nothing quite substantial to tell

but tik tok goes is the time

and our time together

and i love this quality time when i get to know you more

cause we have started so in haste

weve started when we barely knew each other and we have to make up for it.

nothing quite substantial here but this is so it might work out

bit by bit of disorientation mounting up to a direction

even if a direction leading to nowhere its direction

blinks. emotions. fluctuations. hesitations

and i doubt
i have like zero confidence that we would be life-long partners
maybe im really no good for relationships
relations so realistic and pragmatic and
matured

ah

where is my lucky song friend --> wish im in love with my best friend.

its also deceptive to say i love you
i mean
there's quite no unique thing in you that i like
like him
i mean
you are all good like real nice and touchy but
aint no artist aint no muse

and i wish its a muse or soul mate
someone inspirational for my idealistic surreal world

ah

brutal not if i say break up tho
but how will i untangle if i eventually find one
or how to be if i eventually not find one
how will i know

how do i know if i ever would or would not

hm. i should write down anything that pops cause
they are blinks

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Watch Your Language! (In China, They Really Do)

By MARK MCDONALD

| March 13, 2012, 1:43 AM7

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HONG KONG — Scaling the wall. Buying soy sauce. Fifty cents. A mild collision. May 35. Mayor Lymph. River crab.

These words — mild, silly, inoffensive — are part of the subversive lexicon being used by Chinese bloggers to ridicule the government, poke fun at Communist Party leaders and circumvent the heavily censored Internet in China. A popular blog that tracks online political vocabulary, China Digital Times, calls them part of the “resistance discourse” on the mainland.

Internet usage in China, of course, is massive. A single microblogging site, Sina Weibo, has more than 300 million users. Nationwide there are some 460 million users of the Internet, and more than 300 million Chinese can access it on their cellphones. No need to mention the numbers on Twitter and Facebook: They’re blocked by the Chinese government.

Internet traffic is examined with a thoroughness and ruthlessness that is almost admirable in its scope. The term “Great Firewall” is appropriate and descriptive — and also banned by the censors. The government prefers its own name for its Internet surveillance program — the Golden Shield Project.

The system ferrets out pornography and commercial scams, but it also blocks certain search terms. Its algorithms sniff out words or names it considers politically odorous. It sometimes deletes offending messages altogether.

More than 16 percent of all messages in China get deleted, according to a study by the Language Technologies Institute at Carnegie Mellon University in Pittsburgh. The survey, published in the online journal First Monday, analyzed 70 million messages sent last summer, mostly on Sina Weibo.

“Weibo users — whose numbers recently surpassed 300 million — realize the days of unfettered, anonymous criticism may be drawing to a close,”writes Andrew Jacobs, a colleague in the Beijing bureau of The New York Times. “Beginning on March 16, new government regulations will require real-name registration.”

In short, no more anonymity.

“Another rule will require Sina Weibo to review the posts of those who have more than 100,000 followers,” Mr. Jacobs says. “Those ‘harmful’ to national interests, according to the rules, must be summarily deleted within five minutes.”

The Carnegie Mellon team found “295 terms with a high probability of being censored.” China Digital Space has compiled its own impressive dictionary of political slang and terminology, along with etymologies and back stories.

So good luck searching for terms like Tibet, immolation, the Dalai Lama, Falun Gong, democracy movement, Sheng Xue (dissident writer), Ai Weiwei (outspoken artist), Liu Xiaobo (imprisoned Nobel laureate), June 4 (date of the Tiananmen Square massacre in 1989), and Playboy (the magazine).

From time to time over the past year, the words jasmine, Egypt, Jon Huntsman (the former American ambassador) and Occupy Beijing also have been banned.

And after the Fukushima nuclear disaster last March, online searches for the term “iodized salt’’ were blocked, presumably to quash the rumor racing across China that eating large quantities of salt would prevent radiation poisoning.

Two of the most pointed online jabs are “grass-mud horse” and “river crab.”

Another colleague in Beijing, Michael Wines, has explicated the origin of grass-mud horse, describing the horse as “a mythical creature whose name, in Chinese, sounds very much like an especially vile obscenity.”

(Interested readers can scale our own well-mannered firewall and find a fuller description of the terminology here.)

“Conceived as an impish protest against censorship,” Mr. Wines writes, “the foul-named little horse has not merely made government censors look ridiculous, although it has surely done that. It has also raised real questions about China’s ability to stanch the flow of information over the Internet — a project on which the Chinese government already has expended untold riches, and written countless software algorithms to weed deviant thought from the world’s largest cyber-community.’’

A subtitled video of the gamboling horse (草泥马) is here — they’re actually alpacas — and Ai Weiwei singing the equine anthem in Chinese is here.

Perry Link, the author of “Liu Xiaobo’s Empty Chair,” described the use of code words and Aesopian allegory by Mr. Liu and other popular bloggers like Han Han: “Harmony, for example, is a key word used in the government’s rhetoric, and Internet writers use hexie, or river crab, which is a near-homonym (河蟹 ) of the Chinese word for harmony, to mean repression.’’

To be harmonized, these days, is to be censored.

“Officials are aware, of course, of its barbed meaning on the Internet,” said the Chinese writer Yu Ha in an essay in the IHT Magazine, “but they can hardly ban it, because to do so would outlaw the ‘harmonious society’ they are plugging. Harmony has been hijacked by the public.”

A handful of the underground terms we mentioned earlier, with characters from China Digital Times:

* Getting soy sauce. “A humorous way for netizens to distance themselves from a sensitive or political topic.” The etymology derives from an on-the-street TV interview about a celebrity scandal. A man interviewed at random, according to China Digital Times, issues a profanity and says he has no connection to the matter, proclaiming, “I was just out buying some soy sauce.” (打酱油)

* Scale the wall. Bo Xilai, the powerful head of the Communist Party in the megacity of Chongqing, has been entangled in a mysterious political scandal in recent weeks. So his temporary absence from a session of the National People’s Congress last week sent rumors flying online. Many bloggers reported that they were gathering information “over the wall” or were “scaling the wall’’ — that is, going beyond the Internet firewall, using a tunnel or proxy. At one point, there were mentions of big doings (出大事了) in “the tomato,” (西红市), which in Mandarin sounds like “western red city,” a new online euphemism for Chongqing. To scale the wall: 翻墙.

* Mayor Lymph. China Digital Times calls this “a code word for its near homophone, Charter 08,” the democracy manifesto that enraged the government and turned up its paranoia dial to 11. Mr. Liu, the principal author of Charter 08, remains in prison. (淋巴县长)

* Mild collision. A subway crash in Shanghai last fall injured hundreds of passengers, and the accident occurred shortly after a high-speed rail crash that killed dozens and injured nearly 200. The rail incident outraged many Chinese, and the authorities were on alert for mass protests.

“The evening after the accident, CCTV, Xinhua and a Shanghai television station all reported that ‘a mild collision’ occurred on Shanghai’s Metro Line 10,’ ’’ according to China Digital Times. “The claim that this was a mild accident elicited the derision of netizens who felt that the reporting was more intended to dampen fears about China’s train system than report what actually occurred. The phrase ‘mild collision’ instantly became an Internet buzzword.’’ (轻度追尾)

* Fifty cents. “Netizens first coined the term ‘Fifty Cent Party’ to refer to undercover Internet commentators who were paid by the government to sway public opinion’’ by posting pro-Beijing statements, reputedly for 50 cents a shot, according to China Digital Times. (五毛党)

“Now, however, the term is used to describe anyone who actively and publicly posts opinions online that defend or support government policy. As such, the so-called Fifty Cent Party has become the object of much scorn for many netizens.’’

* May 35. In other words, June 4. Also on the censors’ blacklist are any consecutive combinations of the numbers 6, 4 and 89. (五月三十五日)

some 也斯 sharing =]

人面
也斯

青澀的表皮緊抓住自我
又總招引不相干的邂逅
不願被誤當橄欖或山稔
老想說清楚自己的味道

擁抱過仔碰傷留下黑斑
在盤中飽經文火的蒸熬
不再計較皮膚緩緩舒開
露出了核表滄桑的人面

柔和了又仍是夏日酸澀
感染千重菜餚還被感染
隱沒了還翻新眾人胃口
飽饜外再尋清新的開始

鴛鴦
也斯

五種不同的茶葉沖出了
香濃的奶茶，用布袋
或傳說中的絲襪溫柔包容混雜
沖水倒進另一個茶壺，經歷時間的長短
影響了茶味的濃淡，這分寸
還能掌握得好嗎？若果把奶茶
混進另一杯咖啡？那濃烈的飲料
可是壓倒性的，抹煞了對方？
還是保留另外一種味道；街道的大牌檔
從日常的爐灶上累積情理與世故
混和了日常的八卦與通達，勤奮又帶點
散漫的……那些說不清楚的味道

delivery

too much watching
too much easy indulgence
addiction horticulture

writing about labor pain
some tearing and bloodshed down there
right above inner sides of thigh
sharp as screeches

picture some spheres bowling balls exploding expanding enlarging tunnel
fleshy bloody tunnel
doraemon time machine

acquiring no permission bring to living
mid-wife midwifing
some lives
some meaningful things

want no flowers on st. valentines

if i am the unique and special, i would want a special present should this day be our special day too
if every girl gets some petals, i would not want the same
a boy would better save up on this flower-inflation day and surprise me with a decent bouquet some other moment

like
flowers on st. valentines day come no surprise or do they
but they mean something
a lot more indeed
if they arrive on another

google doodle speaks well
i want your being with

it's a day of love
and love has a lot more to do with emotions than some wraps and sweets

give me dopamine otherwise
love pill you could prescribe
elixir you could bathe me
with

someone from the north

some gazing
no stars
from afar
and still proximate
among some 50 others

and you come through the crowd as people dismiss
acting by chance of randomness
and stopped
chit
chat
talk
and
gaze a while slightly inappropriate
if not
exceedingly some folded split seconds long

swallow swog

bubbless boiling
empty gases brewing

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monologue of a piece of fragile glass

should stop fretting when things go against your will

at the very instant

you don't own the world

you don't own anyone but yourself

when you reach out it is probable that the he/she/it is engaged

but his/her/its him/her/it

and it doesn't mean you lose him/her/it

just be calm

stop being a fragile glass

you are the only one that could calm me down

experience proves

i dont appreciate good intentions manifested in an awful manner

and probably very few people do

and my tempers come in a domestic setting

my client's, at work

scheisse genug

still cling to everyone born to be a goodie

still half optimistic

or maybe not so when most act like a dumb idiot

idiocracy.

meritocracy only applies to those whose good intentions bright talent shows

forgo the potentials

*you are the only one that could calm me down, blog.

lawlessness

and in this world of lawlessness

creatures mind only sensual pleasures

m the partygoer goes caressing

moving like jagger

grinding against a counter sex of an unfamiliar face

never mind because

we don't any ways look

shutter my fluttering eyes feather ends of your birdie

party rock is sharp it cuts across it hurts

and i quite like the pain aka ecstasy

mind losing

shake that

everyday we're shuffling

alternatively raising our waists like

hip high a slanted triangle

make me your radio

turn me up when you feel low

when it feels awful

twitch and change the channel

la la la la la

la la la la la

you make me feel good

every night some new excitement

recurring in the safe zone of mere fleshiness

hahahahahaha i feel like writing a LOVE riddle now

named "the hunger artist"

dedicated to my love 13 hours away:

where art thou, dinner

thought i dashing on streets of central

dark descends

knights arrive

rival thoughts align

forty-five and four tubes

minutes ticktocks fly

a cry at heart

brain juices dry

pocari and rye

feeding sunshine

noam noam mine

ding dong cling clang lime

dessert, are you thirteen hours from me

refreshen Sie?

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wild thoughts gallop in a boring night