Do not say this oath thoughtlessly…

by on Aug.12, 2016, under film, quote

Joker: Question! Would you die for me?
Harley Quinn: Yes.
Joker: That’s too easy. Would you… would you live for me? Hmm?
Harley Quinn: Yes.
Joker: Careful. Do not say this oath thoughtlessly! Desire becomes surrender. Surrender becomes power. You want this?
Harley Quinn: I do.
Joker: Say it. Say it. Say it! Pretty pretty pretty pretty…
Harley Quinn: Please?
Joker: God, you’re so good.

Source: Suicide Squad 2016

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recent recaps & to-dos*

by on Apr.01, 2016, under blahblahblah, Daily, review

  • the things. making me doubt
    the only thing in my life that I was sure was real?
  • did not know. fever cause numbness.
  • constantly mesmerized by the night lights*
    i. thought. that was my destination.
  • surreal emotions.
  • the 20+ yrs of memories
  • Tzui’s opening was something to be happy about
  • Mika Ninagawa Exhibition.

To dos…

  • Books to read
    Damn Good Advice
  • artsy films
  • diet plan
  • new journey for next year?
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I only sleep with people I love, which is why I have insomnia.

by on Jan.11, 2016, under blahblahblah, Photography, reprise





all my sweet toys.
sunset in dark days
rope. untied.
moving on-
splendid dates.

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closure for an endless dream.

by on Jan.11, 2016, under blahblahblah, Daily, him, Life, Thoughts

back to start.
it’s been 7 month.
i am letting you go for good.
thank you for everything and nothing.
remember when i asked you to take me away
and you said you will always standby me?

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by on Jan.11, 2016, under numerous

today i made an impulsive mistake
i registered my number with line
so i deleted everything and every piece of memory.

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so i hear they sing.

by on Dec.15, 2015, under poetry, quote

Here, here will I remain
With worms that are thy chamber maids.
Oh, here
Will I set up my everlasting rest,
And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars
From this world-wearied flesh.
Eyes, look your last.
Arms, take your last embrace.
And, lips, O you
The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss
A dateless bargain
to engrossing death.
Come, bitter conduct,
come, unsavoury guide.
Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on
The dashing rocks
thy seasick, weary bark.
Here’s to my love…..

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Sadness for eternity

by on Oct.26, 2015, under Daily, him, missflora, Thoughts

we tried, we failed
and now we just have to bury everything
along with the memories
six feet underground.
I still miss you.

Sorry that i failed you, and i failed us.

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LOVE. is. sw.e.l.l*

by on Aug.19, 2015, under him, Life, missflora, Thoughts





light of day
Speaking of principles & checklists.
r.e.v.i.e.w, how i miss you so.*

  • thy sweet craziness.
    …..SINful secrets buried.
    events uncaptured, faces unphotoed.
    memories cant be forgotten.…/the things that reminds me of you.

pictures & films without faces.
s.l.o.w motions, candid ideas. foamy affairs….
the dirty. sexy S.P.L.A.S.H.E.S.
ever so hectic subway streets
//of chaotic surprises….
IMAGINATIONS beyond illusions.

broken dates & disappointments.
expectation unfulfilled.
What happened in the middle of AUG?. …believe.after.belief.
how she
for. the.
touch of .
her STAR crossed.

hoping to get a real farewell.
another chinese valentines, i miss you and i m sad.

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typhoon soudelor.

by on Aug.08, 2015, under Daily, event

Thanks to daddy n mommy<3 for providing me and oreo a safe shelter in the crazy typhoon day. praying for all my friends and families. God bless Taiwan.*

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by on Aug.04, 2015, under blahblahblah, missflora, Thoughts

she’s a perfectionist in most things,
but a truly disabled in relationship
Someone who is incapable of love, or simply doesnt know how.
pure sorrowness, thoughts all drown to someone far a.w.a.y.
lack of substance & cutting down on the substances,
a relationship that talks no more about feelings, each other
but work.
what’s left to it?
what will come out of it?

i wish we can turn back time, when no whatsapp/line/wechat are invented,
emails are not used, we have actual conversations and phone calls,
we do skype and writings in letters…a stamp on the mail,
when there was more temperature to things,
some warmth, sweetness.

P.S. i need to do a new review and do it soon.

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