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Thursday, 10 April 2008
Romeo, oh Romeo, where art thou oh Romeo? ; 14:31

It's so dark that Romeo didn't know who he was fighting. Now, by torchlight, he sees that it was Paris--Mercutio's relative. Romeo thinks he remembers Balthasar telling him that Paris was supposed to marry Juliet, but he's so overwrought he's no longer sure.

Even now, Romeo isn't selfish. He gives his rival due honor: he buries Paris near Juliet, and curses Fate that frowned on Paris as well as on the lovers. He calls Paris, "one writ with me in sour misfortune's book," and promises, "I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave."

Then Romeo sees Juliet, and forgets everything else. As he looks ather he speaks the final irony:
O, my love, my wife! Death, that hath sucked the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.Thou art not conquered.(V, iii, 92-94)

You're right! we want to tell him, Death hasn't conquered her!
Another sad thing about these tender words is that they're so beautiful.

Romeo is inspired in Juliet's presence, but he's about to remove himself from her forever.
Before he starts his final farewell, he sees Tybalt, also buried in the family vault. A gentleman until the end, Romeo begs forgiveness of Tybalt, and promises that he'll kill himself to avenge Tybalt's death.

But Romeo can't keep his eyes off Juliet. Suddenly Romeo wonders if Death is in love with Juliet, and keeping her beautiful for himself. He makes his final farewell--a last look, a last hug, alast kiss. He raises the poison and cries, "Here's to my love!" This echoes Juliet when she drank the Friar's potion. Neither is able to do it for him or herself, but they have courage to do it for the other.

The poison is strong, and he dies instantly. Time has finally closed in on them. If he had waited only a few minutes, they could have lived.

My heart aches every time I read the ending. *sigh*

The Young Republic - Blue Skies (mp3)

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what is the meaning of salvation in this context? ; 14:04

For the first time, Siddhartha is experiencing love, both its joy and its pain, for his son. The boy is accustomed to living in wealth and luxury and having all his wishes granted. He is sulky and defiant toward this old father--a stranger to him--and this father's drastically simple life and menial tasks. Siddhartha hopes to win the boy's affection by kindness and patience. Vasudeva warns him that it will not work, that he must let the boy go his own way.

A day comes when Siddhartha asks the boy to perform a small chore, and the boy turns on him in rage. Soon afterward, little Siddhartha runs away. Vasudeva has given Siddhartha good parental advice.

Little Siddhartha did give up a life of luxury--but not by choice, only because he was obliged to go with his mother. Now he must live with old men who have nothing that the boy values. Siddhartha's love and patience can't win the boy, but can only make him ashamed of his resentment and therefore more resentful. Now Vasudeva advises Siddhartha not to follow the boy. But Siddhartha, made unwise by his love, sets out after his son.

He goes as far as the gate to what had been Kamala's grove. There he stops, reviewing his years spent here until disgust with the life of pleasure had overtaken him. He realizes that he can't force himself on his son. He crouches in the dust, waiting for the pain of loss to subside. Vasudeva finds him and they return together to the ferry.

Little Siddhartha's rebellion against his father recalls Siddhartha's rebellion against his own father. Is this a case merely of a generation gap, or do you see something more in these two situations? What are the similarities and the differences in the two father-son conflicts? A further question arises: Do you find any hints that little Siddhartha will eventually turn from the materialistic life and become a seeker of wisdom like his father?

SIDDHARTHA: OM

Siddhartha still feels the pain of his loss. He envies travelers with children whom he ferries across the river. Even criminals have children whom they love and who love them--why not he? He no longer feels superior to ordinary people. Their concerns, however trivial, now win his sympathy, and their vitality and ability to endure suffering win his admiration and love. Sages are different from ordinary people only in their grasp of the unity of all life

One day, with the wound of his loss especially painful, Siddhartha rows across the river, intending to search again for his son. He hears the river laughing at him. Looking down, he sees his father's face reflected in his own. He is reminded that he left his father as his son has left him. It is a comedy of repetition, and the river is laughing at it. Siddhartha rows back to the hut and confides his pain to Vasudeva. As he does so, he feels his pain being washed away.Listening to and looking into the river, Siddhartha sees his father, his son, and himself, each alone and lonely. He sees Kamala,Govinda, all yearning, all flowing away in the river. He hears all the voices of humanity blending together into the word Om that signifies perfection.

When Siddhartha looks again into Vasudeva's face, his own face reflects the same serenity. He is no longer fighting against his destiny and struggling with conflicting desires. He is now full of sympathy and compassion for all creatures. He has surrendered himself to the stream of life and the unity of all things.

Vasudeva now shines with a godlike radiance. He has waited for Siddhartha to arrive at this wisdom. He says farewell and disappears into the woods.

At this culmination of Siddhartha's lifelong quest, how do you think he has in fact won this ultimate wisdom? This chapter traces the stages he has passed through on the road to serenity. But what do these stages represent? What is the meaning of salvation in this context?
in review, Herman Hesse's Siddhartha.

Moby - Last Night (mp3)


http://cuppacakes.blogspot.com/ <--- I MISS HOME~~

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Wednesday, 9 April 2008
sleepless.curses~ ; 04:42

I cannot sleep.

Damn. class in 3 hrs too. HAH!

I miss home so badly right now. It is not funny.

Who can commiserate with me?

Just cause I miss home.
Here is a cool MALAYSIAN HIPHOP OUTFIT.


Phlowtron - Adikku Pandai Menari (my little brother/sister is good at dancing) (mp3)

Their Myspace page. (here)

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been a while... ; 02:58

oh! been a while innit? You lazy jerk. (>.<)

The past few months, its been a long road to hell.

This lazy student should not blog. this lazy student should study.
but this lazy student is distracted.

I lack intelligent thoughts. I am getting extremely boring as i advance in age.

Why do people fret too much? More to the point, what the hell am i fretting about?

I love blogging for myself. LOL

I HATE IT WHEN PEOPLE THAT TXT YOU AND THEN TAKES AGES TO REPLY TOUR TXT!

u get angry, yet you still replies back. WHY?
Toxic. how toxic~ *smack*

Right. A few music gems to share. No links as yet. Yah I am lazy. So for all the people that actually do bump into this site. U know, you are in for a treat sometimes...
(boohoo i love my bad grammar and comprehension =p)

Vandalism - They are from melbourne!
SMASH DISCO - VANDALISM MIX

DIRTY SOUTH FT. RUDY
LET IT GO (ORIGINAL MIX)

KAZU KIMURA - 12th April 08, spinning @ ffour.
RESOUND

ELECTRO FUNK LOVERS - Yeh! Another Made in Melbourne
TIME TO BEGIN - EFL MIX

note: i will upload during weekend.

Sidebar.
im in a relatively grumpy disposition, tired and pissed off.
All these assignments are really starting to take a toll on me.
All those chem notes. must finish. Must do revision. Must. MUST...

Oh yeh. I want to know why.

Why are some people so deceitful? Why? Why must people cheat?
Why must people sleep around? Why is it so hard to know what they want, what they really really want?

Do not waste people's life. toxic. how toxic.
What a lack of consideration for the other person.

"When I held you in my arms, can you feel what I am trying to say each time? "

Post-ramblings.

something i read in the library today. i jotted it down. its appropriate.

"It is only prudent never to place complete confidence in that by which we have
even once been deceived." Rene Descartes


bad blogger.com. my blog would not appear using customized template....
So yeh, till i figure it out. im stuck with this ugly template atm. *sigh*

random... i got an email regarding my school fees today. Apparently I owe AUD 4.80 and need to pay it immediately to "AVOID PENALTY". ROFL

xoxox

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