Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
I have come to the conclusion that politics are too serious a matter to be left to the politicians -- Charles De Gaulle (1890 - 1970)
The cure for boredom is curiosity. There is no cure for curiosity -- Dorothy Parker (1893 - 1967), (attributed)
I do not want people to be agreeable, as it saves me the trouble of liking them -- Jane Austen (1775 - 1817)
Every person takes the limits of their own field of vision for the limits of the world -- Arthur Schopenhauer (1788 - 1860)
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Thursday, April 7, 2011
and its alwaz me who never read;
it's alwaz me.
unknowingly frustratingly sadly;
drawn in a situation where;
things happen in such speed;
so hard for me to breathe;
overwhelmingly disturb by such a thought;
do not know whether should be happy or sad;
reaching to such extend that;
all good things happen at once now;
and I just so so wish;
it’ll turn out badly;
all will just turn out badly;
my sorry self included.
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Monday, April 4, 2011
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
is it ok to kiss you?
if it’s not ok, you can ask me to leave;
i can go;
im not here by chance, u know?
im here by choice;
i stay because i want to;
and you know i want to;
you insist on me making my own decision;
i was afraid to burden you further;
you say i am no bother;
i want to know if you really want me to stay;
you stay silent;
i miss you;
i mean it.
Monday, March 28, 2011
Friday, March 25, 2011
flash of lighting;
he starts to weep;
then he’s laughing;
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
im losin' direction!
i just don't deserve your love.
Monday, March 21, 2011
Sunday, March 20, 2011
so this is the time and this is the test;
a test of patience;
how long will he grab this before he eventually decide to let go;
i dont think it will last long anyway.
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Monday, March 14, 2011
Everyone is a prisoner of his own experiences. No one can eliminate prejudices - just recognize them
i know u care for me;
i want u to care for me;
i dont want u to stop;
i dont want u to tell me to get lost;
i dont want u to tell me this is ur life, go do whatever u want;
i dont want that and u know it;
it saddens me and it’ll break my heart if we stop what we do;
u might say time will pass and life goes on;
u might say u’ll find someone, but why would i want to do that?
why would i?
yea of course, because i want something that u dont;
there’s really no point of something to happen if they dont end up at the same direction, right?
u know there’s this thing between us for as long as i can remember;
we dont talk about it but we know is there;
im too weak and i dont know what to do;
i feel stupid with my one-sided feeling towards u;
i said eveything that i suppose to and not suppose to;
it might even be possible now that u r getting bore and sick of me;i dont know, u never say;
………..i never want u to ever get rid of me……….and i never good at how to show it….i just do………….i just do.
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Sean Maguire: Thought about what you said to me the other day, about my painting. Stayed up half the night thinking about it. Something occurred to me… fell into a deep peaceful sleep, and haven’t thought about you since. Do you know what occurred to me?
Will Hunting: No.
Sean Maguire: You’re just a kid, you don’t have the faintest idea what you’re talkin’ about.
Will Hunting: Why thank you.
Sean Maguire: It’s all right. You’ve never been out of Boston.
Will Hunting: Nope.
Sean Maguire: So if I asked you about art, you’d probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo, you know a lot about him. Life’s work, political aspirations, him and the pope, sexual orientations, the whole works, right? But I’ll bet you can’t tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You’ve never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling; seen that. If I ask you about women, you’d probably give me a syllabus about your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can’t tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You’re a tough kid. And I’d ask you about war, you’d probably throw Shakespeare at me, right, “once more unto the breach dear friends.” But you’ve never been near one. You’ve never held your best friend’s head in your lap, watch him gasp his last breath looking to you for help. I’d ask you about love, you’d probably quote me a sonnet. But you’ve never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes, feeling like God put an angel on earth just for you. Who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn’t know what it’s like to be her angel, to have that love for her, be there forever, through anything, through cancer. And you wouldn’t know about sleeping sitting up in the hospital room for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes, that the terms “visiting hours” don’t apply to you. You don’t know about real loss, ’cause it only occurs when you’ve loved something more than you love yourself. And I doubt you’ve ever dared to love anybody that much. And look at you… I don’t see an intelligent, confident man… I see a cocky, scared shitless kid. But you’re a genius Will. No one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine, and you ripped my fucking life apart. You’re an orphan right? [Will nods] You think I know the first thing about how hard your life has been, how you feel, who you are, because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? Personally… I don’t give a shit about all that, because you know what, I can’t learn anything from you, I can’t read in some fuckin’ book. Unless you want to talk about you, who you are. Then I’m fascinated. I’m in. But you don’t want to do that do you sport? You’re terrified of what you might say. Your move, chief.
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Monday, March 7, 2011
Trust yourself. Think for yourself. Act for yourself. Speak for yourself. Be yourself. Imitation is suicide.
Sunday, March 6, 2011
there were nites when we wanted to see each other, as usual;
though it was already late, as usual;
we know that’s the thing we must do, as usual;
i arrived at your house, as usual;
drove to our fav bar, as usual;
“2 beers”, as usual;
no talking, as usual;
nonetheless miss each other honestly, as usual;
made love and still not a word, as usual;
i got up and left, as usual;
u never asked me to stay, as usual;
we parted, as usual;
then eventually found each other again, as usual.
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Friday, March 4, 2011
she never used to be so precise;
not to me;
with what’s going on;
she never wants to tell me much;
that she is afraid of something;
she never used to be so precise.
looks up at the framed photo on his desk of a woman playing the cello.
There is a knock at the door.
Neil enters and closes the door behind him. He appears to be nervous.
Neil, what’s up?
Can I speak to you a minute?
Certainly. Sit down.
Neil goes to take a seat but notices the chair is piled up with books.
Neil picks them up and Keating gets up from his seat to help him.
I’m sorry. Here.
Excuse me. Get you some tea?
Keating goes to a table in the corner and begins pouring several cups.
Like some milk or sugar in that?
Gosh, they don’t give you much room
No, it’s part of the monastic oath. They
don’t want worldly things distracting me
from my teaching.
Keating gives Neil a cup of tea and they return to their seats. Neil
looks at the photo on the desk.
She’s also in London. Makes it a little
How can you stand it?
You can go anywhere. You can do
anything. How can you stand being here?
‘Cause I love teaching. I don’t wanna be
I just talked to my father. He’s making
me quit the play at Henley Hall.
Acting’s everything to me. I– But he
doesn’t know. He– I can see his point.
We’re not a rich family like Charlie’s,
and we– But he’s planning the rest of
my life for me, and I– H-He’s never
asked me what I want.
Have you ever told your father what you
just told me? About your passion for
acting. You ever show him that?
I can’t talk to him this way.
Then you’re acting for him, too. You’re
playing the part of the dutiful son. I
know this sounds impossible, but you
have to talk to him. You have to show
him who you are, what your heart is.
I know what he’ll say. He’ll tell me
that acting’s a whim, and I should
forget it. That how they’re counting on
me. He’ll just tell me to put it out of
my mind, “for my own good.”
You are not an indentured servant. If
it’s not a whim for you, you prove it to
him by your conviction and your passion.
You show him that And if he still
doesn’t believe you, well, by then
you’ll be out of school and you can do
anything you want.
A tear falls down Neil’s cheek and he wipes it away.
No. What about the play? The show’s
Well, you have to talk to him before
Isn’t there an easier way?
No, you’re not.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
none of this seems possible;
looking at it again right now;
some feelings begin to subside;
the time that we needed to do some thinking;
never seem to arrive at the right moment;
guess we just have to make it happen anyway;
we shouldn’t do that to each other anymore;
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Friday, February 11, 2011
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Monday, February 7, 2011
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Friday, February 4, 2011
Thursday, February 3, 2011
“Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get — only what you are expecting to give — which is everything. What you will receive in return varies. But it really has no connection with what you give. You give because you love and cannot help giving.” - Katharine Hepburn