Does not do gymnastics

so stoked about how much good music is happening right now

Mon, 04 Mar 2013 15:03:54 +0800

nevver: Calvin and Hobbes

Mon, 04 Mar 2013 15:02:29 +0800

nevver:

Calvin and Hobbes

We need more homonyms;

Fri, 01 Mar 2013 02:51:00 +0800

We need more homonyms;

"Mind you, sometimes the angels smoke, hiding it with their sleeves, and when the archangel comes,..."

Fri, 01 Mar 2013 02:19:34 +0800

““Mind you, sometimes the angels smoke, hiding it with their sleeves, and when the archangel comes, they throw the cigarettes away: that’s when you get shooting stars.””

- Vladimir Nabokov (via weaverofstars)

I’m purrdy clever

Thu, 28 Feb 2013 13:51:25 +0800

I’m purrdy clever

Ah, Universe. You are getting trickier everyday.

Tue, 26 Feb 2013 07:32:06 +0800

Ah, Universe. You are getting trickier everyday.

“I am sorry. Do you.. still want me to stay?” She looked away from the mirror and...

Tue, 26 Feb 2013 03:39:00 +0800

“I am sorry. Do you.. still want me to stay?”

She looked away from the mirror and gazed at Rachel’s face— full of sadness, marked by that pained expression that exposed all those lines on her forehead. The room is silent, making last night’s memory easier for her to remember no matter how hard she tries to forget. She looks down on the ground, out of words, before finally saying “Do you ever realise how wonderful it is to watch two people embrace in films?”

“I don’t. And honestly, that’s the last thing on my—”

“You get to see their faces, both of their faces, Rachel— the second they press their bodies against each other. You know when one is smiling, or crying

happy tears, or when one is wishing that it’s not happening instead. Then you’d know exactly what it is they are feeling right at that moment. So here’s the mirror. Come sit beside me, and just hold me, so you can now see for yourself what you’ve been missing out on during all those times I’ve held you and never wanted to let go.”

nevver: Library

Tue, 26 Feb 2013 03:38:45 +0800

nevver:

Library

nevver: Pantone Parings

Tue, 26 Feb 2013 03:31:31 +0800

nevver:

Pantone Parings

Je suis désolée.

Fri, 22 Feb 2013 21:46:30 +0800

Je suis désolée.

”..lie for a while with your ear against the earth / and...

Tue, 19 Feb 2013 20:00:00 +0800

”..lie for a while with your ear against the earth / and you’ll hear your sister sleeptalking say / “Your hair is long / but not long enough to reach home to me.”

Midnight Coward.

Mon, 18 Feb 2013 01:54:00 +0800

Post-Stars feelings. Waking up to intentions. Oftentimes I want to disappear, too.

Something about sharing a cigarette, that is so intimate.

Fri, 08 Feb 2013 10:16:38 +0800

Something about sharing a cigarette, that is so intimate.

nevver: Verb your Noun

Fri, 08 Feb 2013 10:16:19 +0800

nevver:

Verb your Noun

Photo

Fri, 08 Feb 2013 10:02:30 +0800

"But the problem with readers, the idea we’re given of reading is that the model of a reader is the..."

Fri, 08 Feb 2013 09:36:19 +0800

“But the problem with readers, the idea we’re given of reading is that the model of a reader is the person watching a film, or watching television. So the greatest principle is, “I should sit here and I should be entertained.” And the more classical model, which has been completely taken away, is the idea of a reader as an amateur musician. An amateur musician who sits at the piano, has a piece of music, which is the work, made by somebody they don’t know, who they probably couldn’t comprehend entirely, and they have to use their skills to play this piece of music. The greater the skill, the greater the gift that you give the artist and that the artist gives you. That’s the incredibly unfashionable idea of reading. And yet when you practice reading, and you work at a text, it can only give you what you put into it. It’s an old moral, but it’s completely true.”

- Zadie Smith (via lyras)

Half-full possibilities versus half-empty possibilities

Fri, 08 Feb 2013 09:29:00 +0800

Instructions:

1. Write “…” on small pieces of paper

2. Repeat step 1 about fifty times

3. Throw everything inside a glass and stop halfway

4. Cover

5. Shake

6. Store for future use

7. (optional) Overanalyze present situation

8. Undo step 6

9. Repeat step 5

10. Stare

11. Take a nap

nevver: Magnificent Ruin

Tue, 29 Jan 2013 22:38:22 +0800

nevver:

Magnificent Ruin

"There is something maddeningly attractive about the untranslatable, about a word that goes silent in..."

Tue, 29 Jan 2013 22:07:00 +0800

“There is something maddeningly attractive about the untranslatable, about a word that goes silent in transit.”

- Anne Carson, from “Variations on the Right to Remain Silent” (via proustitute)

On the Dwindling Number of Drinking Friends.

Wed, 23 Jan 2013 05:24:00 +0800

Back when I was young(er) I was a big fan of social drinking(a.k.a. drinking with friends, their friends, those friends of their friends, random strangers, more strangers, et.al). I found it somewhat exciting— the world becomes smaller as you get to meet more people. I guess the ground rules for social drinking is to be as friendly and as accommodating as you could possibly be, and the fact that alcohol makes this easier is just one of the many reasons why a lot of people do it on a daily basis. Of course that feeling of togetherness brought about by drinking in groups or drinking with random people is only fleeting, but that’s what makes it fun even more— and I have to say that I enjoyed it, for the most parts.

But then there’s also the part where I slur my speech as I try desperately to carry on with a conversation with another drunk person. And another. And another. There’s also the part where I spill drinks all over the place and trip over things. That part where I try to say sorry for being clumsy to no avail as my half-hearted apology falls on deaf and drunk ears. That part where I get funny faces from a few girls whose names I completely forget minutes after being introduced, then later on attempt to make out with the moment I feel them show even the tiniest bit of interest in me(which is obviously, alcohol-fueled— making it always a deadend). Then I become socially inept all of a sudden, apologising once again for acting weird and strange, and then go on with a litany of unsolicited explanations through text messaging to make things appear normal and end all of them with “it’s just the alcohol talking”.

Then years go by. I get older and I tire easily. The number of friends I choose to share a drink with dwindled, I can count them with my fingers. At present, I can count them using only one hand. I find this one-on-one/small group drinking setting with people who have the same tolerance for alcohol a rewarding one, much better because it offers more intimacy. It’s amazing how apologies become history. How silences can be treated as something golden and not as red flags. There’s no need to blurt out forced and lame observations just to keep the comfort level at a standard courtesy minimum. Previous make out attempts had become forgivable and didn’t require explaining after the alcohol has worn off(though this only applied to one person, since making out with the other three has never been and will never be in the agenda). Plus the alcohol cooperates and goes down nicely— not a lot of toilet-throw up sessions in this gig, which makes room for more conversations and musings and on most nights— more whining about where our lives are headed and what to do with all these feelings. Also, more sincere and hearty laughter. In the end, everyone wins.

It’s hard to reread this post without thinking how drinking through the years(whether in groups and more recently, in twos)has become a way for me to reel myself away from everything, whenever the need arises. I admit it does, on most nights, especially when I sit alone on my favorite couch at home while drinking a cold Pale in my underwear. It’s not at all as bad as it sounds. I become calm, relaxed, less anxious, and strangely enough— I become more of myself. This part, I can wholeheartedly share with these four people whom I consider as the best companions for an alcohol-induced escape that doesn’t really require a minimum of six drinks just to reach that “what-we-have-here-is-a-moment” moment. For me, that’s always a good thing.

I picture bottles being raised at this point, followed by that one clink that will always be music to my ears.