i still feel that jay chou's older songs are much nicer than his newer ones. it's like his new ones just can't really seem to match up to the older ones, no matter how you listen to them. and i think the same applies to stefanie sun.
the reason why i am bringing this up is because it seems that there's jsut this conflict with the past. it's like some things just set the standard. and our expectations are raised. but when the things that follow are just a tad off, we feel very disappointed.
are we then bound by the past? a past which defines our perceptions and expectations?
more on the past, i just read murakami's ice man. it's a short story. but it really is vintage murakami( i read it from vintage murakami, a collection of his so-called best writings). it is so murakami to write seemingly-absurd stuff, scenarios which, in actual fact, carry deep insights and meaning.
and after reading it, i am left thinking about the power of memories and their trap. how the past can work either way. and the need for a future. or you will forever be bound by the past. the agony. and be careful what you wish for.
more precisely, i have no conception of a future. that's because ice has no future. all it has is the past enclosed within it. ice is able to preserve things that way-very cleanly and distinctly and as vividly as though they were still alive. that's the essence of ice.
the ice man was as lonely as an iceberg in the dark night.
i don't know when this started or when it ended, but when i regained consciousness i was in a world of ice, an eternal winter drained of all colour, closed in alone.
the eternal past, heavy beyond all comprehension, had us in its grasp.
now, there's almost no heart left in me. my warmth has gone very far away. soemtimes i forget that warmth ever existed. in this place, i am lonelier than anyone else in the world.
he is telling the truth. but a wind sweeping in from nowhere blows his white words back and back into the past.
at the same time, i am wondering how to strike a balance, a compromise between two very different people. seems that one will always lose and feel alone; there doesnt seem to exist a place for both of them.
the reason why i am bringing this up is because it seems that there's jsut this conflict with the past. it's like some things just set the standard. and our expectations are raised. but when the things that follow are just a tad off, we feel very disappointed.
are we then bound by the past? a past which defines our perceptions and expectations?
more on the past, i just read murakami's ice man. it's a short story. but it really is vintage murakami( i read it from vintage murakami, a collection of his so-called best writings). it is so murakami to write seemingly-absurd stuff, scenarios which, in actual fact, carry deep insights and meaning.
and after reading it, i am left thinking about the power of memories and their trap. how the past can work either way. and the need for a future. or you will forever be bound by the past. the agony. and be careful what you wish for.
more precisely, i have no conception of a future. that's because ice has no future. all it has is the past enclosed within it. ice is able to preserve things that way-very cleanly and distinctly and as vividly as though they were still alive. that's the essence of ice.
the ice man was as lonely as an iceberg in the dark night.
i don't know when this started or when it ended, but when i regained consciousness i was in a world of ice, an eternal winter drained of all colour, closed in alone.
the eternal past, heavy beyond all comprehension, had us in its grasp.
now, there's almost no heart left in me. my warmth has gone very far away. soemtimes i forget that warmth ever existed. in this place, i am lonelier than anyone else in the world.
he is telling the truth. but a wind sweeping in from nowhere blows his white words back and back into the past.
at the same time, i am wondering how to strike a balance, a compromise between two very different people. seems that one will always lose and feel alone; there doesnt seem to exist a place for both of them.
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