遗忘的存在主义

monologue

amnesiac — Sat, 26 Mar 2005 23:06:00 GMT

Stawberry cheese cake and strawberry ice-cream?

The difference is obvious, the latter is a compound of strawberry particles and ice-cream particles thoroughly mixed at a molecular level whereas the former is a physical accumulation of layers of strawberry upon layers of cheese cake.

Mr. L said, whatever man, i don't give a fuck, i just wanna eat it.

Indeed, who cares about the chemistry, people only care about the taste, don't they?

Sweet

once upon 4

amnesiac — Sat, 12 Mar 2005 22:59:00 GMT

Is this forever?

once upon3

amnesiac — Sat, 12 Mar 2005 22:28:00 GMT

night.

One o'clock in the morning.

Dark.

B'Jork Playing in the computer. It was really dark outside, but not completely dark. There has never been any completeness in a developed human society. Individuality wouldn't allow rules to rule the planet. There're always rules of course, but people break rules, just for some fresh air maybe. We're told to be asleep at one o'clock in the morning. But every night there are always some of us who keep ourselves awake. Therefore there're lights that are still on. And continue to be on. Home sickness? Or is it just ennui? Say you're too bored to goto sleep?

Just curious. Why do most people make love at night, whereas porn movies are filmed in the daylight? To satisfy our natural hobby of peeping? Isn't art a reflection of real life? What is real anyway? Aren't we all defined by mass media?

B'York still on. She's non-sexual in a way. Utopia. Parthenogenesis. Can someone be non-sexually sexy?

In a few hours' time, today will be another day. A new beginning, or not.

once upon 2

amnesiac — Thu, 10 Mar 2005 14:12:00 GMT

Lygon Street, home to aliens, density residential area, a lot of Italian restaurants, a lot beers and wines, and the occassional shootings. The food on this street really sucks if you don't like pasta and pizza. They put olives in salads, "Greek" they called it. Ten minutes walk from university, Ten minutes walk from super-market, and Five minutes walk from the cemetery. People don't sleep early . Cos no decent families live here. People are alone, totally on their own. The daily schedule adopted by normal human beings doesn’t really work here. Freedom, that’s the advantage of aloneness. Once i figured out that if i died in my room my corpse might not be found in three months. No one’d even realize.

once upon a time

amnesiac — Thu, 10 Mar 2005 14:01:00 GMT

And then it was another typical Thursday afternoon. The refrigerator had long been emptied. We had nothing to eat last night. Unfortunately when we realized that it was eleven o'clock, and as expected no restaurants of decency would be possibly still open. "That means we had to go for grocery shopping again." I thought.

The sun is out though, in spite of the pessimism. No one'd give a damn about your pessimism these days. The air seems to be filled with that creamy, egg-shell color again. Burning hot. It's what we call electro-magnetic wave within the visible range, or in short, sun light. I feel exposed and naked under this sun. To be honest. It seems that we are vampires who are shamed by our very existence in every beam of daylight.

I could hardly open my eyes. Seeing is believing, but without seeing the sun you know it's there without a question. People said that the ozone layer above the continent of Australia has a huge hole in it, making it even worse an idea to stare at the burning ball. Not as if I want to do it. The last time I look into the sun directly with my naked eyes was couple of years ago when I tried to prove to my little friends that I was brave enough to do it. Back then it almost sounded like a brilliant idea.

On the east side of Lygon street lies blocks of old residential buildings that must have been built during the 70s. Universal style, and Ugly. For some unknown reason all Chinese people in Melbourne call these buildings “refugees’ houses”. Only black people with African looks could be expected to come out from that building. Whether they are really refugees I don’t know, nor do I care, but it is a very fine example of false superiority. As if we do not belong to this category ourselves.

There are churches on both sides of Lygon. Apparently one is not enough to wash away our sins. Christianity becomes very interesting when it comes to our lives. People try to make you believe in something that they have faith in. But “belief” is reason whereas “faith” is non-reason. How does it work?

the differences, or not

amnesiac — Tue, 01 Mar 2005 11:43:00 GMT

Ladies and gentlemen, meet the generation of collective sheepishness.

The differences, another dumb joke

amnesiac — Tue, 01 Mar 2005 06:19:00 GMT

the differences - a joke

amnesiac — Sat, 26 Feb 2005 10:41:00 GMT

上海印象(1)

amnesiac — Wed, 26 Jan 2005 21:51:00 GMT

窗外, 各色的霓虹灯招牌渐渐被点起, 照亮了繁华而冰冷的街道. 夜上海就像是一位饱经风霜的舞女,站在冷落的时间的街角. 黯淡的路灯下, 我看着她漠然地吸了两口烟, 烟缕随风飘飘, 最后被黑幕吞噬掉了......

no inspiration~~(2)

amnesiac — Wed, 05 Jan 2005 20:28:00 GMT

sexual intercourse between a man and a woman has always been a very important means to acquire inspiration....

no inspiration~~(1)

amnesiac — Wed, 05 Jan 2005 20:00:00 GMT

the successful year for movies

amnesiac — Sun, 02 Jan 2005 10:02:00 GMT

the Academy should issue a new Oscar award to "the best prophetic film and director". THEY are the Oracle in this chaotic Matrix......

记忆

amnesiac — Sat, 01 Jan 2005 12:42:00 GMT

Where has the spirit of Christmas gone? Where are those stories about the loving people in our community gone?

amnesiac — Wed, 29 Dec 2004 21:50:00 GMT

Next year, it may sound more appropriate to say "Happy December 25th!".....

我们能从灾难中学到什么?!

amnesiac — Tue, 28 Dec 2004 20:56:00 GMT

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