++ july 13,2008 ++
I no longer feel like I want to finish this post, so I will just post what little amount I have already written.
++ . ++
In the past few days, a collection of thoughts and revelations have begun to gather in a desolate and undiscovered continent of my mind. And since then, they have compiled themselves to become somewhat of a noteworthy hub of thoughts. So, along with some smooth night music and a fading grasp of reality (due to the current time of 12:03am, which is quite late for me), I will begin to scribe these thoughts in as coherent an order as I deem fit. Let's begin...
* * *
I have recently picked up on Sherlock Holmes, and am undertaking the complete novels and stories of his adventures along with Dr. Watson. So far, these tomes have already taught me much. After all, my mind learns from even the most common and obvious of places. One of these discoveries is that I and Holmes have very much in common, as bold and arrogant a statement as that was. In a queer and bizarre way, I see this to be very true. (Although through the lens with which I view the world, any two things can be seen to have a strong link with one another.) But alas, that would be my current thesis.
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Le Preface
So that is the narrator who begins this tale. From the lens of his own mind comes the story that you are about to enter. Although none is told of the narrator's own character, it is very much easily identifiable through the subtext - his odd and detached perception at times, and equally as much his invigorated passion at others. Note the irony in this autobiographical paragraph.
However, although in every story, there are many roles to fill, the protagonist is not that of the narrator. If not, then, who is? And who offers the necessary antagonism?
Even in hindsight, once having completed this read, the answers to these questions cannot be readily produced. You will see what I mean further along.
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A Brave New World
Monday, June 30, 2008
Saturday, June 28, 2008
jun29.2008
I now think that it's fairly safe to assume that despite it being beyond our notice, we, as human beings, speak far too often on behalf on our image - a front sometimes devoid of honesty and integrity. Needless to say, it's naught but a subtle manifestation of the vanity that so plagues our world.
* * *
--- I miss the days, don't you know?
* * *
“Winwood Reade is good upon the subject,” said Holmes. “He remarks that, while the individual man is an insoluble puzzle, in the aggregate he becomes a mathematical certainty.”
* * *
Impossibility is very much a possibility. - Anonymous.
* * *
With more to come...
* * *
--- I miss the days, don't you know?
* * *
“Winwood Reade is good upon the subject,” said Holmes. “He remarks that, while the individual man is an insoluble puzzle, in the aggregate he becomes a mathematical certainty.”
* * *
Impossibility is very much a possibility. - Anonymous.
* * *
With more to come...
Friday, June 27, 2008
jun27.2008ii
* * *
A few interesting quotes that I have recently picked up from Sherlock Holmes, the Complete Novels and Stories:
If my future were black, it was better surely to face it like a man than to attempt to brighten it by mere will-o'-the-wisps of the imagination.
-Watson
Holmes alone could rise superior to petty influences.
* * *
Dear Diary,
It's not everyday that you feel a certain way. Something you've never felt before. I bet you haven't. But I wouldn't be surprised if you have. A certain sense of melancholy. A sense of a seemingly insignificant yet sentimental loss. Garnished with a tingly sensation of helplessness. After all, what is there in this world, save for that?
* * *
A few interesting quotes that I have recently picked up from Sherlock Holmes, the Complete Novels and Stories:
If my future were black, it was better surely to face it like a man than to attempt to brighten it by mere will-o'-the-wisps of the imagination.
-Watson
Holmes alone could rise superior to petty influences.
* * *
Dear Diary,
It's not everyday that you feel a certain way. Something you've never felt before. I bet you haven't. But I wouldn't be surprised if you have. A certain sense of melancholy. A sense of a seemingly insignificant yet sentimental loss. Garnished with a tingly sensation of helplessness. After all, what is there in this world, save for that?
* * *
jun27.2008
Les Mots du Jour:
abase: v. to lower in position, estimation, or the like; degrade.
abdicate: v. to give up (royal power or the like).
aberration: n. deviation from a right, customary, or prescribed course.
abeyance: n. a state of suspension or temporary inaction.
abject: adj. sunk to a low condition.
abjure: v. to recant, renounce, repudiate under oath.
ablution: n. a washing or cleansing, especially of the body.
abnegate: v. to renounce a right or privilege.
aboveboard: adv./adj. without concealment, fraud, or trickery.
abrade: v. to wear away the surface by friction.
abrogate: v. to abolish, repeal.
abscess: n. a collection of pus in a cavity formed within some tissue of the body.
abscission: n. the act of cutting off, as in a surgical operation.
abscond: v. to depart suddenly and secretly, to escape arrest.
absolution: n. forgiveness, or passing over offenses.
absolve: v. to free from sin or its penalties.
abstemious: adj. characterized by self-denial or abstinence, with drink, food.
abstruse: adj. dealing with matters difficult to be understood.
abut: v. to touch at the end or boundary line.
accede: v. to agree.
accession: n. induction or elevation, as to dignity, office or government.
acclaim: v. to utter with a shout.
accost: v. to speak to.
accouter: v. to dress.
And those are
Les Mot du Jour.
abase: v. to lower in position, estimation, or the like; degrade.
abdicate: v. to give up (royal power or the like).
aberration: n. deviation from a right, customary, or prescribed course.
abeyance: n. a state of suspension or temporary inaction.
abject: adj. sunk to a low condition.
abjure: v. to recant, renounce, repudiate under oath.
ablution: n. a washing or cleansing, especially of the body.
abnegate: v. to renounce a right or privilege.
aboveboard: adv./adj. without concealment, fraud, or trickery.
abrade: v. to wear away the surface by friction.
abrogate: v. to abolish, repeal.
abscess: n. a collection of pus in a cavity formed within some tissue of the body.
abscission: n. the act of cutting off, as in a surgical operation.
abscond: v. to depart suddenly and secretly, to escape arrest.
absolution: n. forgiveness, or passing over offenses.
absolve: v. to free from sin or its penalties.
abstemious: adj. characterized by self-denial or abstinence, with drink, food.
abstruse: adj. dealing with matters difficult to be understood.
abut: v. to touch at the end or boundary line.
accede: v. to agree.
accession: n. induction or elevation, as to dignity, office or government.
acclaim: v. to utter with a shout.
accost: v. to speak to.
accouter: v. to dress.
And those are
Les Mot du Jour.
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
jun04.2008
我寫了這首歌 是一首簡單歌
不複雜也不難唱的那一種歌
這不是 那種 只剩下那鋼琴的歌
也不是 那種 不能只是朋友的歌
這不是 那種 兩個人的故事寫在一本小說
那小說裡有誰在花田裡犯的錯
這就是 一首寫給你聽的一個
Love Song 一直想寫一首
Love Song 你給了我一首
Love Song 那DJ會播放
這也許會上榜
不過我只想寫出一首
Love Song 一直想寫一首
Love Song 你給了我一首
Love Song 你就像那夏天的涼風
吹過我的面孔 真想飛
在我心底 你就是 我的第一 想說愛你*
我寫了這首歌
是一首簡單歌 不複雜也不難唱的那一種歌
這不是 那種 童話裡會遇見的歌
也不是 那種 真真切切愛我的歌
這不是 那種 兩個人的故事寫在一本小說
那小說裡有誰陪她看流星再降落
這就是 一首寫給你聽的一個
Love Song 一直想寫一首
Love Song 你給了我一首
Love Song 那DJ會播放
這也許會上榜
不過我只想寫出一首
如果你是一幅畫 你會是最珍貴的一幅畫
如果那畫家是梵高的話
有何貴人前來有錢花 個個向你求嫁
梵高他說 你們都該回家
如果你是Melody 就是最動聽
所有的人都會跟著一起唱
就算在夜晚 你的星太亮
讓我忘了月亮代表我的 Love Song
Love Song 你給了我一首
Love Song 那DJ會播放
這也許會上榜
不過我只想寫出一首
Love Song 一直想寫一首
Love Song 你給了我一首
你就像那夏天的涼風
吹過我的面孔 真想飛
在我心底 你就是 我的第一
不複雜也不難唱的那一種歌
這不是 那種 只剩下那鋼琴的歌
也不是 那種 不能只是朋友的歌
這不是 那種 兩個人的故事寫在一本小說
那小說裡有誰在花田裡犯的錯
這就是 一首寫給你聽的一個
Love Song 一直想寫一首
Love Song 你給了我一首
Love Song 那DJ會播放
這也許會上榜
不過我只想寫出一首
Love Song 一直想寫一首
Love Song 你給了我一首
Love Song 你就像那夏天的涼風
吹過我的面孔 真想飛
在我心底 你就是 我的第一 想說愛你*
我寫了這首歌
是一首簡單歌 不複雜也不難唱的那一種歌
這不是 那種 童話裡會遇見的歌
也不是 那種 真真切切愛我的歌
這不是 那種 兩個人的故事寫在一本小說
那小說裡有誰陪她看流星再降落
這就是 一首寫給你聽的一個
Love Song 一直想寫一首
Love Song 你給了我一首
Love Song 那DJ會播放
這也許會上榜
不過我只想寫出一首
如果你是一幅畫 你會是最珍貴的一幅畫
如果那畫家是梵高的話
有何貴人前來有錢花 個個向你求嫁
梵高他說 你們都該回家
如果你是Melody 就是最動聽
所有的人都會跟著一起唱
就算在夜晚 你的星太亮
讓我忘了月亮代表我的 Love Song
Love Song 你給了我一首
Love Song 那DJ會播放
這也許會上榜
不過我只想寫出一首
Love Song 一直想寫一首
Love Song 你給了我一首
你就像那夏天的涼風
吹過我的面孔 真想飛
在我心底 你就是 我的第一
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