Feeling mopey. I don't want to work right now but of course I have to.

1. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_ZBkO1LAlhI&feature=channel_video_title
2. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OWdC8juULNw&feature=channel_video_title
3. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uGCvSSdu9qs&feature=channel_video_title

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2QzGvoUMBoA
My mixpod isn't functioning to my expectations.
I haven't blogged in a long while -- I've been ill.
I want to watch this movie when it comes out:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TWX4QbORz-Q&feature=channel_video_title
Because James Franco's in it, yes.

In a moment I'll finish reading the second chapter of Le Petit Nicolas and the last 20 pages of The Sound and the Fury (a book that is really about lovelessness, gosh, I hate Jason).

I might blog later!

Being sick has made me miss out on so much, it's horrid.

Goodness me, I haven't been ill for a year -- literally.

Last time I was sick (if I remember correctly) was March 23rd, 2010.
This is crazy!

I suppose it's good to get sick once a year, it boosts your immune system.

I'm not feeling so good but I'm taking the opportunity to read The Sound and the Fury and find out the definitions of the list of unfamiliar words I jotted down whilst reading Pride and Prejudice. I know, ages ago.

The Sound and the Fury is such a complex book to read. It makes my brain whirl.

If I feel better I'll do some writing tomorrow!

Read The Sound and the Fury is taking me a very long time.
It's quite difficult to comprehend.
One moment's he's Benjy, the next he's Benjamin, and it ends with him being Maury. What?

Also, I don't know why Quentin's talking about incest and why the Father gave him a pistol.

Finally, what does it mean when Benjy says 'he can't stop' but he isn't crying?

Anyhow, memorable quote:

“When Father gave it to me he said, Quentin, I give you the mausoleum of all hope and desire; it's rather excrutiatingly apt that you will use it to gain the reducto absurdum of all human experience which can fit your individual needs no better than it fitted his or his father's. I give it to you not that you may remember time, but that you might forget it now and then for a moment and not spend all your breath trying to conquer it. Because no battle is ever won he said. They are not even fought. The field only reveals to man his own folly and despair, and victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools.”

Thank you, my sentiments exactly.

My sentiments exactly.

Or not.

Posting again because the last post was horrid.
Not up to my usual standards.

Maybe I'll just run away to read.

The Sound and the Fury is coming along pretty well.
I don't feel like talking today, that's why I'm listening
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZuRpADKxesQ)
and writing (this).

It's been a long time since I wrote a story, I think I will,
one that denotes meaning. After reading As I Lay Dying
and getting into Faulkner's writing, I've discovered that
I want to write like that too, trick people with flowery
language.

Fun.

I must honestly say that I was not born a good person.
Experiences that I've been through led me to being a
good person. I have never been in other's minds before
but I know I'm one that thinks a lot. I'm always thinking...
and I know that the ideas that I think about are big factors
that make me the person I am today.

I do want to be good.

The question above is something that has to be considered
though.

Maybe it's just your general society? I don't know.
Or maybe it's just the way you act and people peg you as
'good.'

I don't really want to think about this right now.

I don't want to exercise my mind greatly, that's why I'm listening

(http://www.youtube.com/watch?=zEGGCKF5OTA&feature=BF&list=PL27C432DFE738C0EF&index=25)

and writing (this).

Bye, everyone.

At the moment, I suppose I need to take a breather and think.
I miss writing...

de·lin·e·ate/diˈlinēˌāt/Verb
1. Describe or portray (something) precisely.
2. Indicate the exact position of (a border or boundary).

Just thought I'd share, so I can keep the definition in my head.

Like I said, I suppose I need a recess, a little lacuna and respite to collect myself.
I wonder if there's a synonym for 'collect myself,' I just went and found a couple for 'breather'.

I wonder if there's a way to delineate my sentiments.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xbIsSzhmL9c

Hi, everyone.

"In a strange room you must empty yourself for sleep. And before you are emptied for sleep, what are you. And when you are emptied for sleep, you are not. And when you were filled with sleep, you never were. I dont know what I am. I dont know if I am or not. Jewel knows he is, because he does not know that he doesnt not know whether he is or not. He cannot empty himself for sleep because he is not what he is and he is what he is not. Beyond the unlamped wall I can hear the rain shaping the wagon that is ours, the load that is no longer theirs that felled and sawed it nor yet theirs that bought it and which is not ours either, lie on our wagon though it does, since only the wind and the rain shape it only to Jewel and me, that are not asleep. And since sleep is is-not and rain and wind are 'was', it is not. Yet the wagon is, because when the wagon is 'was', Addie Bundren will not be. And Jewel is , so Addie Bundren must be. And then I must be, or I could not empty myself for sleep in a strange room. And so if I am not emptied yet, I am 'is'.

How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home."
--Darl

"That was when I learned that words are no good; that words don’t ever fit even what they are trying to say at. When he was born I knew that motherhood was invented by someone who had to have a word for it because the ones that had the children didn’t care whether there was a word for it or not I knew that fear was invented by someone that had never had the fear; pride who never had pride. I knew that it had been not that they had dirty noses, but that we had had to use one another by words like spiders dangling by their mouths from a bean, swinging and twisting and never touching, and that only through the blows of the switch could my blood and their blood flow as one stream. I knew that it had been, not that my aloneness had to be violated over and over each day, but that it had never been violated until Cash came. Not even by Anse in the nights. He had a word, too. Love, he called it. But I had been used to words for a long time. I knew that that word was like the others: just a shape to fill a lack; that when the right time came, you wouldn’t need a word for that anymore than for pride or fear." --Addie

The two most memorable quotes in Faulkner's As I Lay Dying.

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-- E.E Cummings

On many an occasion, my sentiments exactly.
This guys is crazy awesome.

Green by David Herbert Lawrence

The dawn was apple-green,
The sky was green wine held up in the sun,
The moon was a golden petal between.

She opened her eyes, and green
They shone, clear like flowers undone,
For the first time, now for the first time seen.

Before the white chrysanthemum by Yosa Buson




















Before the white chrysanthemum
the scissors hesitate
a moment.

Japanese-style post today.
Pray for Japan, everyone!
I've been to Japan, and I love it -- I love the people, the smell, the nature, the city, the food, so many things.
Now, they need us.

Rather breviloquent post tonight.

Goodnight, everyone!

Hello everyone, today I want to blog about how your career and daily lifestyle affects your physical appearance.

Earlier I paid a visit to a beauty shop and could not help noticing that the beauty advisor's skin was whole, unblemished, and beautifully blushed (my apologies for an inadequate description).

What you specialize in reflects in your appearance.

For example, an athlete possesses a great body build, a hairdresser a fine hairstyle, and a manicurist impeccable nails.

When I become a teacher, I wonder how I'd look like!

Full of wisdom, hopefully.



vex·a·tious   
[vek-sey-shuhs]
–adjective
1. causing vexation; troublesome; annoying: a vexatious situation.
2. Law . (of legal actions) instituted without sufficient grounds and serving only to cause annoyance to the defendant.
3. disorderly; confused; troubled.

Couldn't help but noting down the definition, as the term is constantly popping up in Pride and Prejudice. Nice alliteration demonstrated there, hopefully!
























Finally, an interesting poem, recently posted on twitter by James Franco, who is unabashedly all kinds of awesome in my books.

Problems by Langston Hughes
2 and 2 are 4.
4 and 4 are 8.

But what would happen
If the last 4 was late?

And how would it be
If one 2 was me?

Or if the first 4 was you
Divided by 2?

Thus concluding today's sanguinely thought provoking, though rather brief post.

I tried my best.

"Affectation of candour is common enough— one meets with it everywhere. But to be candid without ostentation or design— to take the good of everybody's character and make it still better, and say nothing of the bad— belongs to you alone." -- Jane Bennet, Pride and Prejudice

'"Your humility, Mr. Bingley," said Elizabeth, "must disarm reproof."
"Nothing is more deceitful," said Darcy, "than the appearance of humility. It is often only carelessness of opinion, and sometimes an indirect boast."' -- Pride and Prejudice

'"My ideas flow so rapidly that I have not time to express them──by which means my letters sometimes convey no ideas at all to my correspondents."' -- Mr. Darcy, Pride and Prejudice

'"The indirect boast; for you are really proud of your defects in writing, because you consider them as proceeding from a rapidity of thought and carelessness of execution, which, if not estimable, you think at least highly interesting. The power of doing anything with quickness is always prized much by the possessor, and often without any attention to the imperfection of the performance. When you told Mrs. Bennet this morning that if you ever resolved upon quitting Netherfield you should be gone in five minutes, you meant it to be a sort of panegyric, of compliment to yourself -- and yet what is there so very laudable in a precipitance which must leave very necessary business undone, and can be of no real advantage to yourself or anyone else?"' -- Elizabeth Bennet (I think), Pride and Prejudice

As you can see, I've started a new book!
The bolded sentences remind me so much of myself.