bitch

What if they are right about world's ending this Sunday the 16th that there'll be a massive shock?

Then I suppose all the pending tasks at hand today they don't matter no more.

Nor you would care to please people that you've always despised. I am assuming that by acknowledging the accuracy of a future prediction, it would have shifted our old way of thinking.

But the paradox is that, a lot claimed that such a shift would actually divert the works of destiny. In other words, our conscious power can change the predestined physical rules.

Isn't it a bitch already? In terms of logical reasoning, such a claim cannot be testified ever.

Yet there's another bitch in our life that we constantly feign an image. We care then we pretend that we don't care about something. People look at your resume which is polished up in the first place to impress, even though we all know exactly clear that this is just another social desirability deception. We don't care. Go ahead and feign it as good as you can - and you better resemble some precedence - for it helps. You caught me off guard when it goes unprecedented.

So there it goes a packaged-self. Stripping out your individuality piece by piece, for no one cares. If you stand out, people would just go "why aren't he like that?" Conformity so it's called. Norm is what we ought to conform to. At least the sociologists and psychologists would agree that we are scattered little dots that consitute to the "norm". Beautiful conception, but ugly preconception I have to say.

Isn't it a bitch when we have to look at ourselves sliced down one way or other? We have never been smaller than that. Can't you just perceive yourself as a perfect whole?

I wonder how many of us like the image they see when they look into the mirror. The stripped self. The reason why nudity is called "obscene" is that we are just way to ashamed of the joy of looking at our bodies, and the joy of appreciating others. We are far more afraid of letting people know that we experience joy out of it. It sounds totally weird, just.

Yet, this is just another bitch.

warhol revisited - 6

Even beauties can be unattractive. If you catch a beauty in the wrong light at the right time, forget it. 

I believe in low lights and trick mirrors.
I believe in plastic surgery.

*Yes so people, there's nothing wrong to get your face done. The thing is, don't go around telling the others who are naïve enough to believe that your barbie doll face is a gift from God.

amaranthine

There's perhaps a constant desire in each of us to have the everlastings.

Word of the Day for Tuesday, August 9, 2011

amaranthine

 \am-uh-RAN-thin\, adjective:

1. Unfading; everlasting.
2. Of or like the amaranth flower.
3. Of purplish-red color.

Though she had been made an amaranthine immortal when she was twelve years of age, she'd had to wait for her extraordinary abilities until her body matured to its most perfect state before fully transforming.
-- Kim Lenox, Darker Than Night
It made him jealous to imagine them lost in this amaranthine profundity.
-- Sir Compton Mackenzie, Sinister Street

Amaranthine is a form of the Greek amarantos, "everlasting," ascribed to an imaginary flower that never fades.

the pivot point

I remember I came across this from Henry Steiner from his recent talk - obviously he meant to make a light-hearted comment - which is about our society, and in this case, Hong Kong, in particular.

According to Steiner, we go from arrogance to panicking like a pivot. There's minimal, or simply no transition in between.

What I have been thinking is, first of all, I agree with his insights. But then I also think that it is just not us who are living in this crammed urban space, but the entire world in general. We tend to overlook possible crises when things go along well, and then all of a sudden we plunge ourselves into this panic mode (whether it is induced or not), as if the sky is going to crash down the next second.

I try to stay blunt and impartial, not that I'm not moved. I do cry sometimes.