BEETHOVEN, bend OOOOver!

Some heavy research left me paralysed, I feel that if I wanna do music review, it should be posted seperately.

music review: MYTH TAKES_!!!

Oh BELATED! What kinda band name is that? What kinda music could that be. Nonetheless, you can't help taping you toes listening, and then tempted to put on out loud on hifi and jumping on sofas like Tom Cruise.

Pitchfork coined them as Punk Disco. So there you go, thanks to the Stokes. It's gone through a lot, Kasabian, falling from the Empire, the Battles, appealing but too mechanic. !!!, however, is mad, audacious and crazy, but never looses grip. Good catchy melodic lines, very over-the-top mixing, layered guitar riffs bring in the chrispy flavour. The lyrics add on the funk, 'Bend over beethoven, Tell mother the news', what else can you say. Not very tasty, it's the music for the masses, delirious stomping zombies with uncontrollable muscle cramps, 'coz it's gotta be true love baby!' BUY IT.

GAZA STRIP

Through the events of threating out all priorities of life, I realise how minute or gigantic architecture's role could be. Taking a picture from my friend JASMINE's facebook, the architecture is pulsating and interactive.

I have to praise the picture for giving such a vivid existence of architecture. The wall, look at the crack and stains. Time, water, life, you can almost conjure myriad stories about this little staircase. A desperate daughter caged by the manipulative parents ran away with her lover in the middle of the night on his little boat. Pitch dark, only moon light reflecting from the water surface leads their way.


And it goes beyond what's physical, architecture embodies everything, borders, thresholds. To put it in political terms is to embarass Hermes the god of transition. Yet, Gaza would always be on the map, controversy.

Western society and die heart environmentalists want to believe that Palestinians are suffering because of iron wrists of the Israeli, whereas Israel sees herself as victims and inevitably gear themselves up amongst her hostile neighbour.

It traces the history of Palestine, wiki writes, 'as a geographical, apolitical term, in its broadest application, it can be used to refer to ancient Palestine, an area that includes contemporary Israel, the Israeli-occupied territories, part of Jordan, and some of both Lebanon and Syria.In classical or contemporary terms, it can also be used to refer to the area once known as British Mandate Palestine, and today known as Israel, the West Bank, Gaza Strip, and East Jerusalem.'

This is where it comes in, a brief understanding:

1. After WWII and in 1947 United Nations partition plan declared Gaza to become part of a new Palestinian Arab state.

2. In May 1948, a day after Israel declared independence, Egypt army invaded the area from the south, starting the 1948 Arab-Israeli War (5-day war).

3. The war dragged on. Instead, Israeli army took over more arabic land, and expelled all Palestinian-arabic refugees into Gaza Strip.

4. To end the war, in 1949, Armistice Agreements was signed between Israel and Egpty, Lebanon, Jordan and Syria, and established the armistice lines between Israel and the West Bank, also known as the Green Line. Egypt occupied the Strip from 1949 until 1967.

5. Oddly enough, Egypt never annexed the Gaza Strip, and the refugees were never offered Egyptian citizenship. Palestinians in the strip are on their own.

6. 1967 June war broke out between Israel and her arabic neighbours. Israel took over hte Strip as a war buffer.

7. In March 1979 Israel and Egypt signed the Israel-Egypt Peace Treaty. Among other things, the treaty provided for the withdrawal by Israel of its armed forces and civilians from the Sinai Peninsula which Israel had captured during the Six-Day War.

8. May 1994, Oslo Accords was sign in the presence of US President Bill Clinton and Israel's Prime Minister Yitzhak Rabin with the PLO's Chairman Yasser Arafat. Palestinian Authority was established, declaring control over the Strip, and peace of the region. Israel would aid the reconstruction of the Strip by providing aids in electricity, water, economy and military.

9. However, many Palestinians believed that the Oslo Accords had turned the PLO leadership into a tool of the Israeli state in suppressing their own people. While benefiting a small elite, the conditions of most Palestinians worsened.

10. While 70% of the fundings to the Strip through Israel and EU were wired directly into Yasser Arafat's Geneva bank account.

11. The Second Intifada broke out in September 2000, leading towards Israeli disengagement of the strip in 2005. Israel still controls the strip's airspace, territorial water and offshore maritime access, as well as its side of the Gaza-Israeli border.

12. Even after the disengagement, questions still raised whether Israel is controlling the Strip, while closing its borders and limiting Palestinians from trade, job, access to other countries.

13. Hamas won the 2006 Palestinian legislative elections. The region continue to refuse recognising Israel, renounce violence and agree to honour agreements previously made by the PLO, Israel, the United States, Canada, and the European Union froze all funds to the Hamas-controlled government. They view Hamas as a terrorist organization.

14. Internal disorder between Hamas and Fatah, a major Palestinian political party supported by the EU, started in Jan 2007, cuasing further damage to the region, and shape fall in GDP.

15. Israel closed its border, destricted trade with the Strip, declining jobs, leading to further deprivation.

16. Hamas has made no effort in controlling the continued firing of Qassam rockets from the Strip across the border into Israel, targeted at Israeli civilians. According to Israel, since the Hamas takeover of the Gaza Strip until the end of January 2008, 697 rockets and 822 mortar bombs have been fired at Israeli towns.

17. In January 2008 the situation escalated and Israel curtailed travel from Gaza and entry of goods, and decided to cut fuel supplies to the Strip on January 19, resulting in power shortages.

All these go on and on every day, now. It's not easy to put a blame, but usually we'll put it on the bigger, richer one. Human instinct. Whereas Israel did seem to have HUMAN RIGHTS issues towards the Palestinians (hot now between Tibet and China), it's still hard to tell how it could have gone that wrong if the arabs weren't killing each other, maintaining their anti-Zionist hostility, allowing corrupted and extreme government to rule. I cannot take side, just like I cannot say who more diabolic, Darth Vader or Anakin Skywalker?

powers of 10

objectivity, the moment is not the passing, empty; but the great moment of life in universe that pulsates in it, leaving mark from it movement, act, story after story. Such a strange paradox.



The powers of ten, where is the scale, possibility, beginning, just as the ends of the old one that looks like the new one. existence in the universe, interaction, behavious and activities. Craftsmanship, Plato and Chimpanzee. Stories of progress, realm of the real spirit is rarely achieved, evolution is endless retuition of zero. The end of the scale is the end of our knowledge. No more, oblivion.

I was first shown this movie when I was a 1st yr architecture undergrad. I didn't understand anything about it, now I think I do a bit more. Things keeps on recurring in our life, we didn't realise them because we were ignorant. I have a believe that people you meet in your life are those whom you have already seen myriads of times before. You didn't know them, you didn't see them.

碰撞而消亡

海洋最深處為北太平洋西部馬裡亞納群島以東的馬裡亞納海溝。馬裡亞納海溝為一條洋底弧形窪地，延伸2550公里，平均寬69公里。一般認為海洋板塊與大陸板板塊相互碰撞，因海洋板塊岩石密度大，位置低，便俯衝插入大陸板塊之下，進入地幔後逐漸溶化而消亡。

ATTENTION!

It reminds me of plenty. a beautiful intermission of Proust's a la recherche du temps perdu by Paris Opera Ballet. Ballet in recent years has picked up a lot from modern dance, even though it has maintained all ancient languages of balance, tempo, symmetry and complex leg work, croises and en points; it has also mixed with gymnestics, floor work, improvising quality and theatricality of contemperary dance.Does feel a bit awkward, but the emotion of the cello passages just drives you into the abyss of petty bourgeoisie entertainment.

MIAS NON! 2 male in skin suits performing like that, doubt the victorians had the appetite for that. Maybe it's a reference to Proust's vol 4 Sodom and Gomorrah, or maybe that public has already accepted the intimacy of musculinity as a matter of factly. Anyhow, no point seeing it as inclinating to homoerotic, the sheer beauty of form is just enchanting. from Proust ou les intermittences du coeur

And then, does anyone write Ballet music anymore? I used to have that dream, be like Tchaikovsky, or Prokovief. I know, it's funny :) but imagine, one day, nobody would know how to play a harp or a trumbone, when everyone has gone to play PSP and dansing on stage like psychics in muscle cramps.

Grizzly bear, I'm starting to love them too much.

not buying the FRIEND EP though, still find the band of horse and CSS versions a bit horrifying.

PS. Bjork lover as I am, have downloaded the 'POST' cover album at STEREOGUM.
Honestly it's aweful, But Ed's Possibly Maybe is alright. Check out the OK COMPUTER cover album too, it's equally bad, but exciting nonetheless.

consciousness

snow that came almost a bit too late. always uninvited but never cease to surprise, it went up my ankles.



cold air fills the space. I push my head out of the window, dig it into the thick air, sniffing oxygen so hard I want to snizz. What a beautiful feeling through the Oesophagus into the lungs. A chill so acute and unambiguous traces its way into the pores of the lungs, the temperature so alien to the body.

This is conciousness. Breathing, the most intimate and simple interaction with the environment. I've recaptured it in the wilderness of Gloucestershire, where waves of mountains covered by flat turfs of grass, where the individual becomes so small, and possibly so guiltlessly happy.

Have been stressing myself out so much with studies I've heard this aweful news about a classmate killed in a car crash during the holiday. Prompts me to review my life and all priorities I've set. To work hard and get a lot of good grades and praises and then whop! you die. What's left in your life to mourne about? who is there to remember you and carry on your spirit? How much would you have given to people you cherrish and love, and those who felt the same to you?

One of my favourite places is the cemetory, it's tranquil and full of events, both natural and imaginary. On the graves, what are now underground would always be protraited as 'doctor, and the loving father always', or 'to my loving wife'. It's family, the role we see with eager disdain, that carries on. My father, I dreamt a horrible dream about you, I just wish that moment never come.

Looking at the mirror and that face starring at me, I'd marvel at how beautiful some other faces could be, stern and dignified, composed as if it's gift of will; whereas this one, this one of mine's angular and asymmetrical, colourless and distant. Would all those beautiful faces lives with less remourse that I do? How much could I fall for this face in the mirror? Is this a practise of confidence? or is it just a life long struggle of defense? If the me that loves myself a bit too much does not exist, where will there be the grip to handle of the lightness of being? Or if I am as ignorant and arrogant as I could always have been, would you approach me with more eagerness and marveling at my beauty instead?

Enough moaning of insecurity. All is full just trouble missing. The saturdays devoted to getting rid of the whirling dust in my very room, the empty fridge to fill, eggs and milk all gone, all evians consumed, please don't even bother with the wine bottles, coz I still have to think about the colours in the dinner plate. All underpants are dirty, could that be my excuse for not turning up at school? Digging here and there, filling the leaking holes of life, I still need to figure out whom I love the most where to put the adjectives and how should I hold the glass. Inevitably minute and weightless details of being. life.

Becuase of the diabolic existence of STREAMING. I've seen almost too many films. There's never too many, so the ALMOST is essential.The only film I remember myself seeing in cinema is THE FLIGHT OF THE RED BALLOON. Coincidentally, It gives me these beautiful flashback of MARIE ANTOINETTE,a sketch of life in its very essence. This time it's the city of Paris, a balloon and a mother.



Plot. a week, a month, paris, a woman as a devoted artist, mother, friend, landlady. Period.

Life goes on, suffering, 'this is intolerable', enjoyment are being questioned, 'why do you have to buy presents?' the boy asks, 'so that everyone could be happy', the mother replied. This is life. All the hows and whys and when and whats, entangled by time, so exhaustive that Juliette is always out of breath, grasping her pace, and becoming passive by events and circumstances around her. Red Balloon's existense as an observer? an emblem of chinese heritage? a resemblence of the Au pair from beijing, floating and experiencing an alien city of smog and rubbish bins?

Where do I stand when it comes to PARIS? I love it so much I can't even fathom the facism of piss. Can the film be shot somewhere else? can the mother not be a puppeteer? can the red balloon not exist in the movie at all? YES, but NO.



The next one would ne THE FUNNY GAME. Knowing it's Haneake, it just would not be very funny. I have never been intimidated by challenges of the directors, but an escapism as expensive as £9 in the dark, I'd think twice. Lars van Trier and David Lynch are those I remember who could provide me with such 'cinematic thesis' of a weight so immense as if it's cardinal.



awaiting for CHANSONS D'AMOUR and PARIS. Christopher Honore again in a musical like investigation of love and sexual tension. I think DANS PARIS was an imperfect immitation of novelle vogue, a dirty attempt in doing what JL Godard did already too beautifully in A BOUT DE SOUFFLE and SLOW MOTION. Nonetheless Louis Garrel and Romain Duris and Juliette Binoche, can't be too careless.