morgueville,heartland living.

what's love? it's such a small word. yet it seems to mean so much. so much so it gets weighed down like an anchor to the deepest depth of the oblivion. unknown. undefined. it's such a cliched question, too. which taiwanese dramas and hollywood movies made it seem like a standard to reach upon and something deep to ponder about. they made it such a sacred form of action, of human emotion. something so god-damned beautiful. so beautiful it hurts. complete with Kleenex and the corniest of 'radio-friendly' lyrics trying hard to disguise as poetry. and were brownings and jennings so embarassed. (i thank bob dylan everyday. and lately joni mitchell.) they made it so sickly sweet i swear i could die of diabetes. they made it so graphic. so erotic. like as though passion was made of it. some of them made it so unwelcomed. uninvited. because they built boundaries around it. this and that means love. not anything else. because that was what nature made it. the Above said so. it was also about pining. about suffering and crying your hearts out. only through a certain degree of sufferance can real love surface. like pieces of clothing, undressed. one by one. painfully.

love is simply, love. it's simple. and it is free, and basically, just caring for somebody. no obligations. nothing. it just is. it was us damned fools who made it so difficult to understand. get over it, for crying out loud. but lately, maybe not lately. more like since. but it has since, become a genre ever since films and mass communication was invented. anything goes.

watched alexander. it was ok. not gladiator or ben hur-fantastic. not troy-good. or cleopatra-mediocre. it was between troy and cleopatra. go figure. homoeroticsm seemed to be a heavy thing in the film. which probably was simply brotherly love back then. but who knows anyway? like history could be true. it was still love.

promenade photos (why isn't prom or gradnite called promenade anymore? it sound cooler. 'hey are you going for promenade?' 'yea. bought a daniel yam for promenade.') are still uploading. till i finally see a certain chan mui mui online and she can send hers to me and i can finally sit down and caption them all. meanwhile. why do you even care? unless of course, my presence is worth your clicks and time.

which it better be. or else.

earwax: barry white - you're my first, my last, my everything. (remember ally mcbeal? i love this song.); taufik batisah - belaian jiwa