Monday, August 28, 2006
was reading through a (brain damn heavy) friend's blog, and came across this.
"the words are merely the vehicle that carries the ideas."
look at that. it looks so.. plain.
but look closer.
the
words. are
merely. the
vehicle.
like ya, just Vectors of The Idea. and the idea is what its all about.
(ok at this point i know you think i'm just concocting up the usual nonsense i always do, but just shut up and read.)
so anyway, all along we've been trying to think up of bombastic words to replace what has earlier been deemed to be 'noob' by lit teachers.
such as 'good' 'bad' 'happy' sad'..
and we've been phrasing our thoughts in the most retarded manner.
ie remember how 'Her skirt flowed in the breeze' got mangled into "Her voluminuous culottes billowed in the frosty gale"? like wth that poor person standing in the middle of a windstorm, little wonder why her skirt didn't blow up like a parachute and shuttle her off to lalaland.
and look at my archives. i'm just, staring in stupefied awe at how so many scientific terms were used in the construction of something that carried a message so simple. like
"bio practical made no sense." or "cambridge examiners, i kowtow to you."and a feeling of this-is-so-jag-in-the-face washes over me when it finally dawns on me that this, the sputtering of words that carry stupidly shallow ideas, is what defines an unpolished rant. it sometimes comes in the form of a complaint, or an emo "i wish i wasn't born" thing. or whatever la, you know what i'm driving at.
and while posts that sound bombastic are entertaining (to a very microscopic minority of the human population) i somehow think that it's important, once in a while, to put the more subtle lit skills into practice and write things that are not superficial.
things that people cant just swallow at face value.
ideas people have to know you to understand, thoughts that people have to be in a certain unique position to decipher.
...HAHAHA!
sorrysorry. you know how it is sometimes, things get so serious that you cant help laughing.
reminds me of that horrible chinese lesson, i seriously needed to go to toilet but tt monkenehneh laoshi dont let me go. and i was seriouslyseriously dying. but cos it was so serious, i couldn't stop laughing.
so she kept me back for 9034sadweiu%&$#98324 lightyears.
crazy woman.
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and here i've been, searching all over for lyrics/quotes/poems for ways to put my thoughts into words, when i dont even have to.
because there's no need to.
because its something i have to make myself forget.
and by having hope and losing it again and again
i'll only feel more and more like an idiot.
so yup, that's it. (:
7:01 PM
reach for
the stars(:
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