Black Beauty
You have no room for light, love is lost on you. I keep my lips red the same like cherries in the spring. Darling, you can’t let everything seem so dark blue. Life is beautiful but you don't have a clue. Sun and ocean blue. Their magnificence, it don't make sense to you.
              

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Men With Fabulous Flower Beards [boredpanda]

Previously: Guys With Fancy Female Hairstyles

7/26with 128,440 notes

Let me tell you about this guy. His name is F, he’s a graphic designer and he sits beside me in office. He has a fish tank and a bunch of action figurines laid out on his desk. During my first week, I would hear fart noises coming from him but whenever I looked over, he would be intently staring at his computer, as if nothing had happened. I found out not too long after that not only does he make fart noises with his mouth, but other weird sounds too. Like when someone yells on the other end of the office or when something drops, he would impersonate them all. At this point, I feel like he just parrots all these noises without even realizing he does it. It’s just so funny and it keeps me entertained. 

There was this one time when the sole from my shoe fell out and I was quite helpless (not to mention I had to go to a casting later in the afternoon). After I showed it to him, he immediately went downstairs to the shop lots to check if there were any shoe repair shops open, and when there was none, he helped me get double-sided tape and went around the office asking all the women if they had extra shoes for me. 

He is just the sweetest person people. He laughs and grins a lot and I feel like he is just so chill and nice and sweet and happy and he’s just super easy to get along with. tbh, he’s precious. 

7/26with 2 notes

Yesterday I had to go to my office at around 6:15 in the morning because I had to go to a commercial shoot (the shoot went on from 7am to  8pm, I’m so exhausted and I never want to hear the words “action!” and “cut!” ever again but that’s another story to tell). So, my mum dropped me off in front of these flights of stairs that lead to my office building. I always use these stairs to go up but this was my first time using it at dawn. My mum was kind of worried because there wasn’t any lights but I told her that I’d use the light from my phone so it’ll be okay. And so I did.

When I came home at night, my mum asked if the person walking next to me was my colleague. I asked her, “which person?”

My mum saw a man walking up three flights of stairs beside me. She saw him once I switched on the light from my phone. She saw that he wasn’t very tall and that he was wearing jeans. From her car, she said it looked as if we were chit chatting.

But,

There was no man. I was all alone. There was not a single person next to me. I was all by myself until I went into my office where only one colleague greeted me. So, there’s your horror story for the day. 


"Shanghai is a beautiful place, but it is also a harsh place. Life here is not really life, it is a competition…Every village, every city, everything is changing, it’s as if we are possessed by a spirit — like in a strange horror film.” 

I have not read a book in almost 8 months (not inclusive of the handfuls of non-fiction political, historical and environmental research books that make me go -.-) But, I finally have the time now and managed to pick up ‘Five Star Billionaire’ by Tash Aw a couple of weeks ago. 

'Five Star Billionaire' is basically about four migrants from Malaysia trying to settle down in New China; each of them attempting to remake their identities in the beautiful and incredibly vibrant city of modern Shanghai. Except, Shanghai doesn't quite turn out the way they imagined it to be, and our four characters find a hard time trying to grasp exactly how fast this city moves and how unforgettable they really are to the world. So, it isn't exactly a 'happy' book but I would say that it is a happy-sad kind of book. It made me happy even though it was sad? It's a good kind of sad, basically. 

Aw is just so eloquent with his words. I especially loved the comparisons between Shanghai and Malaysia. Because our characters all grew up in Malaysia, it makes the book all the more relatable to me And even though I don’t particularly share the same stories as them, there is still something that just really clicks and connects. Like culture for example and even language too since Aw sometimes inserts ‘chinese-cantonese-malay-english’ slang words into their conversations.

A review of the book described Aw’s description of Shanghai so perfectly that I really can’t and won’t even dare to phrase it in another way- Yiyun Li comments that Aw writes “with both the astute observation of an outsider and the deep understanding of an insider”. I love that. I love that so so much because it is so so true. 

I guess the biggest drawback for me would be the lack of climax. The novel kind of goes nowhere, if you know what I mean? Like there isn’t this big climax twist to the story or anything like that. I mean the story does get somewhere, there is a buildup but somehow I guess it just isn’t executed very well? Like I think the author himself kind of tones it down a bit (probably a tad too much) but well, I won’t get into it too much because it didn’t really matter to me when I was reading it. I just really enjoyed reading about the characters and Shanghai and Malaysia and I guess that was enough to make me enjoy the book, a lot. 

Anyway yes! yes yes yes! This book is just so great and I did really enjoy reading it, to the point where once I was done with it, I hesitated to put it down and wanted to hug and caress it instead, like I do to my dog. Not that the book is as cute as my dog. No one is. 

7/22with 2 notes


Title: Wu Yifan/吳亦凡
Artist: Time boils the the rain/時間煮雨
Album: Tiny Times 3/小時代3
Plays: 41832

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時間煮雨 - Times boils the rain

風吹雨成花 時間追不上白馬
你年少掌心的夢話 依然緊握著嗎
The wind blows the rain into blossoms,
time can no longer catch the fairytales of youth
Those dream talks in the palms of your youth,
are you still holding them tight?

雲翻湧成夏 眼淚被歲月蒸發
這條路上的你我她 有誰迷路了嗎
The clouds turn and gush into summer
The tears evaporate with the steam of time
On this path, you, me, and her,
has anyone lost their way?

我們說好不分離 要一直一直在一起
就算與時間為敵 就算與全世界背離
We said we’ll never separate,
that we’ll be together forever and ever,
even if we must fight against time,
even if we must stand against the world.

風吹亮雪花 吹白我們的頭髮
當初說一起闖天下 你們還記得嗎
The wind blows, lighting the snowflakes,
whitening our hair,
Once we said we’ll venture into the world together,
do you still remember?

那一年盛夏 心願許的無限大
我們手拉手也成舟 劃過悲傷河流
Midsummer of that year,
we wished those infinitely large wishes
Hand in hand, we became the canoes
that rowed across the sad river.

你曾說過不分離 要一直一直在一起
現在我想問問你 是否只是童言無忌
You said we’ll never separate,
that we’ll be together forever and ever,
now I want to ask you,
were they only empty words of naivety?

天真歲月不忍欺 青春荒唐我不負你
大雪求你別抹去 我們在一起的痕跡
The years of innocence cannot bare to be betrayed.
Through the wild youth I never left you.
Snow storm, please don’t erase
the prints of us together

大雪也無法抹去 我們給彼此的印記
Snow storms cannot erase
the memories we imprinted upon each other.

今夕何夕 青草離離
明月夜送君千里 等來年 秋風起
What a night is this,
amongst the lush green grass ,
under the bright moon, I bade farewell to thee,
until the autumn winds of longing blow again.

Translation cr: here

7/18with 8,334 notes

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