#2 Love

…The girl in the yellow, flowery dress, wearing a star on her cheek and the sun in her hair; light up my day, light up my day…

“Russell Bradbury-Carlin has a theory that many scientists secretly want to be writers and many writers secretly want to be scientists.”

I quote.

I wanna tell you something Mark, something you do not yet know, that we K-PAXians have been around long enough to have discovered. The universe will expand, then it will collapse back on itself, then will expand again. It will repeat this process forever. What you don’t you know is that when the universe expands again, everything will be as it is now. Whatever mistakes you make this time around, you will live through on your next pass. Every mistake you make, you will live through again, & again, forever. So my advice to you is to get it right this time around. Because this time is all you have.
- Prot, K-PAX

One-Liners

This is a compilation of one-liners (i.e. single sentences or fragments) from my mysterious black book that happens to be an address book. Mystery solved. May or may not be used in future poems.

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The inferno in your eyes; they blind and bind me to your retentive frame.

You can’t put out fireflies with water.

It’s so quiet, you can hear the current passing through the lights overhead and the cold stares the chairs give.

City lights on sleepless nights…
…The sleepless nights with city lights…

It was the deer-in-headlights fact that you hit at 100 miles an hour.

I have a thing for your fingers, how they clasp and unclasp…

Tears race down your face and nobody wins.

It was the weight of debris and hubris.

The perfect cloud that doesn’t look like anything.

Maybe if Jack hadn’t used so much fertilizer for his beanstalk…

Unrequited love: If you were poison ivy, I’d jump into you and pretend the itch was my love returned.

The future’s not written in stone, but maybe it’s etched into small rocks that break apart when they’re stepped on.

We’ll make storks fly tonight.

I would jet lag for you.

I’ll leave you to Morpheus.

Who can stop tycoons like typhoons?

Like tapered drill bits that don’t fit;

As if you could roll a pair of dice to paradise…

Unlike time, I don’t wait on your every whim of silence.

We won’t make sense; we’ll break sense…

The intoxicating smell of newly paved asphalt on a sweltering summer day…

Karma gets around, if you know what I mean. As in, she sleeps with everybody.

Welcome to the Lazy Age; the rigor mortis of life like the twitching of a dead man’s hand…

You give me bones to stand alone.

Spindly trees on their knees…

In other words, Frank Sinatra’s got nothing on us tonight ’cause, baby, we’re aiming for the sun.

I’d cut off my arm for you if I was a starfish.

When you frown, give me your lines to write.

Why You Aren’t Invited To Weddings Anymore

10.
You keep tapping the glass with your fork, even after the newlyweds have kissed.

9.
You stick out your foot in the aisle in hopes of tripping the bride.

8.
You don’t even know who’s getting married.

7.
You’re the guy that gets to the venue late and takes the bride’s parking spot.

6.
You think after the wedding, the bride is going to eat the groom like praying mantids. And you keep telling that to everybody you meet.

5.
You try and toast the new couple but forget their names ’cause you’re drunk.

4.
After 5.), you think you can substitute their names with Bert & Ernie.

2.
You can’t count.

1.
When the officiator asks if anybody objects to the marriage, you stand up only to say, “Just stretching.”

Telephone Poles

Those towers majestic
Stretching their p a r a ll e l
Fine lines unwinding
Now they’re Hydro Poles
With wire folds and they’re
Connecting faster than sound
Traveling towards you a thousand miles away
Controlling and rejecting
And defecting and ejecting waves into the air

And they’re
Eavesdropping

Hello
Hello
It’s been so long and I don’t care who’s wrong
My mind wandered to you lately and why don’t you come pay me a visit,
Since it’s fate that we met
Don’t give reasons to appease me, the teaser
I’m fine, but the visit is too costly for me
And your picture, it’s doing a toll on me
Why do we converse on hanging strings?
You leave me on the rims of defeat
Oh look, the sun’s rising on the east…
And the stars die here
Oh,
I wish you were here
Wish you were here
Wish you were here
Not I, there

[Please hang up and try again…]

Pet Peeve

You all know I like text, right?
Well now you know.
And for the longest while, I’ve been angry at a friend for posting up, what I thought, was the most ridiculous font that was only unreadable to me, it seemed.

What I see.

Well, apparently, I found out much later that there is nothing actually wrong with the font and it’s because my Mozilla Firefox text size is set to a certain size of font and after it shrinks to a certain, only this font clumps up. (To toggle zoom, Ctrl – + or -.)

What I should see.

See, you do learn something new everyday.
EARWIGS HAVE WINGS. See?

(Pictures pulled off random Xanga page. Don’t sue.)

April Showers?

So it’s been a ridiculously long amount of time since I last blogged (about a month and a half) and honestly, nothing much is happening. Well, sure, there’s school, but there’s always school. My birthday came and went, and I still feel older than I should be, just like my last birthday. Life’s short; I’ve almost lived a quarter of my life now. It’s about time I think about how to live the rest.

Final exams are in a week and I haven’t started studying. It’s that end-of-the-school-year feeling where you abandon everything thought of education and go outside to enjoy the sun. Yes, Mr. Sun has reluctantly shown his head here and it’s rather distracting, but I’ll live. On another whim, my muse has come back and I’m spewing out lines faster than I’m thinking. Maybe I’ll post a poem here soon. I’m still wishing I can have a chance to become an English teacher as a back-up plan.

Yeah, that’s all I’ve got.  If you’re bored, visit: www.jayisgames.com
Facebook, anyone?

Eight Eating Etiquettes with Asians.

I’m still in the CNY mode, so here goes. (By Asian, I mean Chinese. Sorry, South Asians!) Hopefully the advice belows makes you on good terms with Asians relating to their culture through dining. Especially if you’re meeting your hot Asian girlfriend’s parents for the first time and they’re not white-washed. For all the points below, assume you are eating at a Chinese restaurant, and you are the minority there. That means NOT Asian, buddy.

1.
Arrive on time. Needless to say, Asians are vey judgemental while not on the outside. Being late will only label you as a slob. And that’s minus 2 brownie points.

2.
If it’s a special occasion (ie. birthdays, Chinese New Years), bring a gift. Like oranges, because…that’s how Asians are (for lack of a better explanation). For Chinese New Years, I think the unspoken rule is that married folks need to give children money in red pockets.

When you are excepting gifts, it is custom to refuse it first, preferably 3 times. If the giver doesn’t not seem to want to insist 3 times, once is fine. As long as you look reluctant to receive it.

3.
Pour the tea for everybody. This is only polite, and you should do this especially for elderly people or people generally older than you. Do not order or water Coke, as that will make it seem like you are not trying to get to know your guests. Love the tea, and pretend you’re drinking coffee instead.

4.
Learn how to use chopsticks in advanced.
This will impress Asians a lot. Forks are a no-no.

5.
Answer the interrogation questions during mealtime. This is like an interview and if they don’t like you, you’re pretty much screwed. Make you job sound glorious, even if you’re a programmer. (No offence). Don’t say how you enjoy making out with the parents’ daughter or anything stupid like that. You might get…um…injured very badly.

6.
Research some Asian dishes you can order in advanced. You won’t be getting any French fries. Don’t order Western food in a Chinese restaurant. There’s a reason for that.

7.
Dress decent. Don’t overdress, but dress ‘decent’.

8.
Paying for the bill. I don’t know if only Asians can do this, but you must seem that you really want to pay for the meal to the extent of fighting for your right to pay. Yes, this seems ridiculous, but I assure you that this is not some Asian conspiracy to scam you for a free meal. Seriously.

And that’s it.
Don’t hold me responsible if anything back fires.
Because I’ll delete this site faster than you can say “Nee ho maa??”

Chinese New Year.

Yes, I am inexplicity Chinese.

And like most Asians that celebrate Chinese New Year, I also enjoy the get-togethers which proclaim the tradition of our forefathers before us. Where we can revel with those tiny mandarin oranges and rice wine. (I don’t really drink that stuff though.)

Being the third-generation of an immigrant family in Canada, all this multiculturalism takes away from the festivities just a little. I no longer go to the heritage Chinatown with my parents like I did when I was younger. (This is mainly due to hygienic reasons.) I no longer marvel at the old herbal shops and the family-oriented lifestyle. (“Orient”, haha.) And so this Chinese New Year, the year of the Golden Boar, has become mundane. The ritual of family dinners has been replaced with the risk of giving more money in red pockets (“lai see”) than in receiving them.

No wonder the youths of today, the generation Y, Z, ampersand, etc… feel so lost; they are a mash up of identities and cultural clashings. We have nothing to call our own, constantly warring with Western ideologies and Asian superstitions that lead to nowhere. The sheltered life where parents apply pressure for them to become doctors because that’s the only ‘respectable’ occupation. The result is the relaxed, complacent, and vegetative state of youths, rotting away on the internet, hanging out in malls and movie theatres. This social ambiguity is only fought with depression, distraction, and the formation of gangs. This is evident within new immigrant communities, where they first learn “Chinglish”, and mixture of Chinese dialect with various and random English nouns and verbs, a cacophony strung together.

I don’t know what to think anymore, but I know I’ll never see the color red the same way again.

A Picture.

Just thought it would match the theme.