Phrases to get me by the week


Foreign movies with English subtitles, Two minute toasted carrot cake, Subway's Oatmeal Raisin cookies, suicidal goldfish, psychological math questions, Mr. Lefroy's smile, saying Jean-Pierre Jeunet, aforementioned JPJ's amused face on IMDB, pale faced beauty, the sound of breaking bread crust, people who speak English with a French accent, and a zombified Pride and Prejudice novel.

Five minutes till midnight, o how the time flies!

a minor score




"It was beautiful as I fell in love with the music,
the way the left hand introduces the opening scene,
which makes way for the melody led by the right hand,
be it sad or happy.

And then the fingers trilled playfully along the keys
as the eyes scanned the dancing notes,
written in black bean sprouts which replaced words.

And so the story was told;
the song ended as soon as it began.
The listeners surreptitiously blotted their tears;
touched by wordless story could only appreciated
through the ears."

mr. lefroy's smile




"That sly and seductive smile, sir, has won you the key to my chastity belt."

I don't think my emotional well being can take two Jane Austen inspired works in a day.
I simply cannot.

I devoured The Lost Memoirs of Jane Austen by Syrie James
and the day was then proceeded by Becoming Jane starring Anne and James as depicted above.
That, by far, is my favorite scene in the movie,
where Jane was dancing with a rather stone faced Mr. Wisley
and in a swift move Mr. Lefroy sweeps in with that devilishly coy smile of his-
Oh, so many emotions, I tell you.

Unfortunately, it filled me with much pain, so to say,
to see a highly distinguished individual such as Miss Austen herself,
be portrayed in modern day works
where her romantic ending never comes to be.

Two painfully sad endings in a day, I tell you.
I don't know why I torture myself.

But on the bright side, sad movies often bring about a catharsis in me.
And now while everyone around me seems to be shipping
a particular Fire Girl and Bread Boy into relationships,
I for one will proudly break the champagne bottle
for the shipping of Miss Austen and Mr. Lefroy.

Adieu.

down the drain



Sometimes I wonder if I can wash away my impurities and sins by just sitting in the tub surrounded by the bubbles and the foam and just makes little waves with my hands and swish them 'till they're bigger and bigger and bigger and huge enough to drown me; to drown my sadness and anger and frustration and disappointments and everything that is me-

I watch it all swirl down the drainage 'till I'm no more.

Swept away at sea



Take me away,
let me float away to sea.
Far away from the disappointments,
I thank you very much to leave them at bay.

So take my hand,
jump in with me.
We'll leave this sad, destructive world;
hopefully for a peaceful paradise.

We'll follow the light,
ignore the ones who are against it.
So now I shall bid you adieu;
I hope you'll survive well.
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