The Land of Conjurors

Plenty of matters devastatingly unsettle me for the trip this time. Others might think they are trivia. The trip, which it should have been made simply by both my classmate and I, however, intervened by others in the middle of planning without any alarm. A friend of my classmates is kindly willing to provide us with a vacant flat. My classmate and I thus will have longer stay in Taichung than the last time as we can incorporate some new places in our itinerary, while the others tend to show their highly acclaimed "photographic skill" as merely taking pretty photos on campus. I just don't understand why those people come with us along the way in such convenience. All we head over Taichung  for the entirely different purposes when it is basically on the same road but not on the same ground. My classmate and I chiefly "go back to" Taichung because we do have precious memories in Providence University (PU). But those people aim to "go to" Taichung as a kin...

And we are nothing but the good one. Plain, nothing but pain. No, as if you think of us, think no more. She has made her position quite clear. I should have known that, or I just intended to keep my lips sealed. Funny how it could be, she is a nice person, that's all. And we all are nice people who try to help others as much as we can. She corrects you when you are in the middle of labyrinth and find the entrance to get it in. It is the obligation of basic contact between she and us. Blame the past pace that twitches you intensely. And ask her? Ask no more. We move so far, undergoing a turning point, and we make such a detour on our road as we still can barely cease but be kept pushing forward. Fortunately/Unfortunately we at length return to the place at which we have stood at first. Perhaps the cruelest thing is not derived from the reality or the evil one. At times the cruelest thing are those who attempt to behave nicely, a nice one who shows plain senses on everything. Vertigo...

No one is here. Disembodied in a void. People are all gone except me. Perfect moment.  As the diver and the shark encounter,  tranquility permeates the room as if the time was soundlessly frozen.  No body, nobody but plankton. Far nearer I seem to be lessen. Me, the shark would not recognize missing each other deep in the sea where a bloc is intangibly weaved. Perfect moment if losing me, losing. In osmosis, rusting. Minimal element, a curious thought come like a plague as  people are all gone except me, toyed, disembodied in a void.

Just to be a loser and nothing else. Sometimes it is not the problem of love, perhaps the lack of feeling erodes me more or less. Things that are not said will find another way. But you even find it sick of trying to make fun of yourself. Nothing is for a certain purpose, and I finally realize that we are the people who are talking to no one. To do things always becomes wrong especially for us since we disappoint others, we are the disappointment. Better remain silent for anything as we always let others down. S had told me the circumstance of society that will draw out of your humanity. Perhaps I am undergoing such condition which keeps absorbing my feelings. Sooner or later I will become nobody. Right, sooner or later. Waiting is wasted if the horrible timing is always about to come. S is the typical criminal when looking upon her face. A word she wouldn't say but grey as she got plain feeling for anything she sees and tastes. She is not the person who is meant to be like this. A...

The choice can no longer be made at once. Love becomes vague and rational, as always. Spiritual love always is put in the second place. Few people deem that friendship can be no less than love. The worst thing is that I can never be in love, in a relationship. Or, I can never choose to fall in love, again. It seems that there is a choice for us, but those choices are preceded and settled right there. Pathetic. The most fearful thing comes to me, marking the dead end that I have stuck in this pole. One chooses this does not mean one happily stays with it. I deeply know it is didactic to say that one makes excuse for not facing the problem of one's own. If this is not a chance to learn how to solve the problems by knowing the self, then what else is it? It is not to solve the problem, I can say that as well. Everyone can say such excuse without one's responsibility. First time to hear this absurd excuse for not solving the problem as if solving the problem is a kind of easy way ...

There is a place, perhaps sublunary but wild in our breast for centuries. The motor has been set in necessary locked in some nucleus beyond miseries. Deep submerged, along the folds, fold by fold seen far nearer trapped in the motor yet be translucent. Once for whom assumes unlocks the motor, of his pupil mydriasis, bursting  –  a marble belched slipping into our treacle a fly caught in a pulp embroiled within the eight-pattern universe altered into imagined cosmoses fueling, as powders scattered til its sideways seeing catches our light in which we unknow of all that we have known.

Recently snowing under with my business and can scarcely take a small break in chaotic writing. But, just too late to find this out! Also found that the later part of this song is same as the part before G-Dragon sang his solo, "Crooked" at 2013 MAMA Awards. It might be a segment of the song initially two years ago and ultimately created this one. I am intoxicated by this music video for there is a bit element of image regarding dream-pop musical style. The title is called "Sober" nonetheless; the sober element in this new video based upon the image seems to look like 2NE1's MV "Happy." The message of "Sober" may echo their another new song "Loser" though it presents a lighthearted and cheerful atmosphere. Anyways it deserves to be kept in the future for further study of BigBang's works. Besides, I'll find some time to check the translation of its lyrics if unoccupied. Watching BB's new musical video always brings me lot...