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llucii listens to... ::
Suzanne Vega's...
...Caramel
I never realised how communistic rhythmic gym could be until I watched Faithless' I Want More music video...
*twirls clubs in greeting, with a .3 difficulty throw and zuan yan+forward roll*
black llucii at 10:33:00 am
black llucii at 3:28:00 pm I went for my first Tango class today... It was wonderful.
History has it that Tango was birthed on the streets and in brothels of Buenos Aires. Bearing African influences,it evolved in the arms of Argentinian gauchos and their mulattos. The dance and its songs are a poetic manifestation of tragic romance; beautiful and sad all at once. Although it was initially thought of as a vulgar display of sexuality, the Tango was really a lamentation of love and its woes. The Tango soon captured the attention of the young upper-class men who began teaching a "purified" version of the dance to their young female counterparts, and so the rapture of Tango began.
The precision and the grace of the dance can really only be brought about by the coalescence of the dancer's soul and the song. Honestly. At the beginning I was preoccupied with trying to get the steps right and my "axis" straight. But really, its only when I started to lose myself in the song that it all started to flow very naturally. (Of course, I also had a very good leading partner. So you could also also very rightly argue that I was mere putty in his hands.)
I can't wait for my next Tango class. I went there with a headache and came out in love. The romantic tragedy that was its beginning and its music that is its life blood, living forever in the moment of the dance, as long as the music kept playing, does nothing more than call out to me, showing me the bond we share. The dancers mere puppets, slaves to the songs that freed them and bound them all at once,... truly soothes the soul.
black llucii at 3:33:00 am
I don't like his music. I don't appreciate his reason & logic. I don't like his paintings nor his lithographs. But I am however, drawn to his style. I like his videos, I like his photos, I like his website, I like his costumes, I even appreciate his makeup. I love the artistry.
black llucii at 3:26:00 am
black llucii at 11:50:00 pm I ran my 11th Equation theory by a friend today, who is a software engineer, and she confirmed that my theory is on the right track. Apparently, its this very problem that plagues computer programmers and software engineers alike. Anything of human hands carries with it the innate possibility of error, the possibility of the 11th equation, the unforeseen circumstance, that calls for rigorous testing. And even then, she says, you never really know when you've got it 100% covered. Thus, the possibility of a computer evolution is very real, as according to the 11th Equation. So for those who weren't convinced before.... ;P Heh!
But of course, this isn't all to it (otherwise I'd have university job offers knocking on my door). Its here that the essential question must be tackled: what is there to evolve to? What is there to become?
Human?
And what does human mean? What does it constitute?
Interestingly, a subject I'm currently studying is tackling this very question otherwise put as the issue of mental states. Many theories have been formed to resolve this: functionalism, computationalism, behaviourism, neuroanatomy, neuropsychology...the list goes on. But it seems that all that has been resolved... or rather, the most convincing of these theories, one most popularly adopted today is the functionalist theory, which essentially states that what is the mental state isn't important, its the function of these mental states that matters (which totally begs the initial question of defining mental states!). Thus, centuries of philosophizing about mental states have reached the conclusion that mental states are just simply mental states, so there!
Question answered? More like question rolled in a ball, stamped to the ground and tossed in the waste paper basket.
You know what? I'm tired. I've been spending too much time thinking about things that, as yet, don't matter. Sheesh! What's new?!! So I shall trotter off and leave this here.
Until a more appropriate time,
black llucii at 6:28:00 pm
For those overseas and haven't catched the Parade, here's how: http://www.ndp.org.sg
By the way, did any of you notice that *Lee Hsien Loong used his binoculars with the cap still on, at the Parade? I can see Singapore headed for a very bright future.
*info courtesy of Blossom's observant eyes
black llucii at 7:00:00 pm **attention**
I have added new links on my page in the drop down box. What's new you ask? More links to some of my favourite band websites and most importantly a link, under the "+perform..." section, to a website where you can try and buy the latest and best pc games!!
Explore... Devour... Satiate.
black llucii at 6:37:00 pm I was going to tell you a story of a person with no integrity, little virtue and loads of selfishness. But then I'd rather not dampen your day. So instead, I shall read you an excerpt from a book I bought today, after an extremely satisfying taibo session.
"Chapter One:
The very last words young Fergal McNally heard in his life were: 'Don't lean out of the window!' The very last sounds were probably the air whistling past his sticky-out ears as he fell the fourteen storeys, the honk of traffic horns below (getting nearer and nearer, of course), and - possibly - the 'SP' of the 'SPLAT!' he himself made as he hit the pavement. Fergal certainly wouldn't have heard more than the 'SP', though, because by the time the 'LAT!' part had followed, he would have been well and truly dead."
~from The Fall of Fergal by Philip Ardagh
Now, on to MY story:
How many of you know where llucii is from? Do you know of her origin? How she got her name? What is she? What is she made of? What does she smell like? What does she taste like?
Well, I think it'd be alot more fun if I didn't tell you everything all at once. Perhaps at a later time YOU could tell me what you've come to learn about this...elusive character. But here I'll give you a clue. An insight to her nature... her purpose... the prophecy of llucii...
An excerpt of her life, an example of how the prophecy manifests, as recorded on the 7th day:
"llucii says...:: I would love to be there on the day, at the very precise moment when she finally sees who she really is, then crumble, fall, and disintegrate into the pathetic dirt that she is...(she can't be dust coz dust sounds too poetic)... I just want to watch as she melts in disbelief, in her own dire excretions. And after she's nothing but a bubbling pile of gunk...(she can't even be called black gunk coz black is too cool)...I will place my hand above the puddle that she is...and resurrect her. And she will not dare look at anything evermore, for the shame she will hold would be too great to bear...even for one with a neck as thick as hers...I will lift her face so our eyes will meet. She will die once more from shame and guilt, and then I will pardon her, and i will let her forth into the cesspool of life, so she can begin her slow and arduous journey to redemption...
This is the prophecy that is llucii."
This is but merely one of the manifestations of the prophecy. llucii is but a mere instrument of her own construction. Black as a passing shadow, masked by light, illuminated by darkness...her aura of moonlight, her heraldic shield of angels. She walked once, freely upon this earth, but now suppressed by chains of her own binding, released only when the beckoning of the prophecy grows too strongly, to maintain the balance. The balance which she once wrought, and wrought wrong, and thus was birthed, forever bound to the prophecy.
So hark now, little toyol of pittance! I say this once, and only once:
You couldn't get screwed even if you laid yourself naked with a
"Free for all!
Screw me once, screw me twice.
Please, I beg, I'll pay you nice!"
sign hanging around your neck. This is how much you're worth. So now, because I am of reason and of mercy, go back forth to the pit from where you crawled. Attempt to mar my light once more, and I swear, the last light you'll see will be the light from my sword plunging into where the sun don't shine.
I admit, unashamedly, that there are some I'd like to hurt.
*smiles*
black llucii at 4:34:00 pm
black llucii at 5:50:00 am
"Hail, The Red Tide! Your long-lost Comrade calls!"
*twirls clubs in greeting, with a .3 difficulty throw and zuan yan+forward roll*
black llucii at 10:33:00 am
"If degenerating into a mindless idiot is what it means to be a parent,
I shall certainly take care that I never achieve such a dubious distinction"
~Margaret Weiss & Tracy Hickman
Dragonlance: Dragons of a Fallen Sun
I shall certainly take care that I never achieve such a dubious distinction"
~Margaret Weiss & Tracy Hickman
Dragonlance: Dragons of a Fallen Sun
black llucii at 3:28:00 pm I went for my first Tango class today... It was wonderful.
History has it that Tango was birthed on the streets and in brothels of Buenos Aires. Bearing African influences,it evolved in the arms of Argentinian gauchos and their mulattos. The dance and its songs are a poetic manifestation of tragic romance; beautiful and sad all at once. Although it was initially thought of as a vulgar display of sexuality, the Tango was really a lamentation of love and its woes. The Tango soon captured the attention of the young upper-class men who began teaching a "purified" version of the dance to their young female counterparts, and so the rapture of Tango began.
The precision and the grace of the dance can really only be brought about by the coalescence of the dancer's soul and the song. Honestly. At the beginning I was preoccupied with trying to get the steps right and my "axis" straight. But really, its only when I started to lose myself in the song that it all started to flow very naturally. (Of course, I also had a very good leading partner. So you could also also very rightly argue that I was mere putty in his hands.)
I can't wait for my next Tango class. I went there with a headache and came out in love. The romantic tragedy that was its beginning and its music that is its life blood, living forever in the moment of the dance, as long as the music kept playing, does nothing more than call out to me, showing me the bond we share. The dancers mere puppets, slaves to the songs that freed them and bound them all at once,... truly soothes the soul.
Ah! I have found my release!
black llucii at 3:33:00 am
I don't like his music. I don't appreciate his reason & logic. I don't like his paintings nor his lithographs. But I am however, drawn to his style. I like his videos, I like his photos, I like his website, I like his costumes, I even appreciate his makeup. I love the artistry.
http://marilynmanson.com
black llucii at 3:26:00 am
...There I received forever the mark of slavery.
~Simone Weil
~Simone Weil
black llucii at 11:50:00 pm I ran my 11th Equation theory by a friend today, who is a software engineer, and she confirmed that my theory is on the right track. Apparently, its this very problem that plagues computer programmers and software engineers alike. Anything of human hands carries with it the innate possibility of error, the possibility of the 11th equation, the unforeseen circumstance, that calls for rigorous testing. And even then, she says, you never really know when you've got it 100% covered. Thus, the possibility of a computer evolution is very real, as according to the 11th Equation. So for those who weren't convinced before.... ;P Heh!
But of course, this isn't all to it (otherwise I'd have university job offers knocking on my door). Its here that the essential question must be tackled: what is there to evolve to? What is there to become?
Human?
And what does human mean? What does it constitute?
Interestingly, a subject I'm currently studying is tackling this very question otherwise put as the issue of mental states. Many theories have been formed to resolve this: functionalism, computationalism, behaviourism, neuroanatomy, neuropsychology...the list goes on. But it seems that all that has been resolved... or rather, the most convincing of these theories, one most popularly adopted today is the functionalist theory, which essentially states that what is the mental state isn't important, its the function of these mental states that matters (which totally begs the initial question of defining mental states!). Thus, centuries of philosophizing about mental states have reached the conclusion that mental states are just simply mental states, so there!
Question answered? More like question rolled in a ball, stamped to the ground and tossed in the waste paper basket.
You know what? I'm tired. I've been spending too much time thinking about things that, as yet, don't matter. Sheesh! What's new?!! So I shall trotter off and leave this here.
Until a more appropriate time,
---The End---
black llucii at 6:28:00 pm
HAPPY 39th NATIONAL DAY, SINGAPORE!!
You're as old as Linda Evangelista.
For those overseas and haven't catched the Parade, here's how: http://www.ndp.org.sg
By the way, did any of you notice that *Lee Hsien Loong used his binoculars with the cap still on, at the Parade? I can see Singapore headed for a very bright future.
*info courtesy of Blossom's observant eyes
black llucii at 7:00:00 pm **attention**
I have added new links on my page in the drop down box. What's new you ask? More links to some of my favourite band websites and most importantly a link, under the "+perform..." section, to a website where you can try and buy the latest and best pc games!!
Explore... Devour... Satiate.
black llucii at 6:37:00 pm I was going to tell you a story of a person with no integrity, little virtue and loads of selfishness. But then I'd rather not dampen your day. So instead, I shall read you an excerpt from a book I bought today, after an extremely satisfying taibo session.
"Chapter One:
The very last words young Fergal McNally heard in his life were: 'Don't lean out of the window!' The very last sounds were probably the air whistling past his sticky-out ears as he fell the fourteen storeys, the honk of traffic horns below (getting nearer and nearer, of course), and - possibly - the 'SP' of the 'SPLAT!' he himself made as he hit the pavement. Fergal certainly wouldn't have heard more than the 'SP', though, because by the time the 'LAT!' part had followed, he would have been well and truly dead."
~from The Fall of Fergal by Philip Ardagh
Now, on to MY story:
How many of you know where llucii is from? Do you know of her origin? How she got her name? What is she? What is she made of? What does she smell like? What does she taste like?
Well, I think it'd be alot more fun if I didn't tell you everything all at once. Perhaps at a later time YOU could tell me what you've come to learn about this...elusive character. But here I'll give you a clue. An insight to her nature... her purpose... the prophecy of llucii...
An excerpt of her life, an example of how the prophecy manifests, as recorded on the 7th day:
"llucii says...:: I would love to be there on the day, at the very precise moment when she finally sees who she really is, then crumble, fall, and disintegrate into the pathetic dirt that she is...(she can't be dust coz dust sounds too poetic)... I just want to watch as she melts in disbelief, in her own dire excretions. And after she's nothing but a bubbling pile of gunk...(she can't even be called black gunk coz black is too cool)...I will place my hand above the puddle that she is...and resurrect her. And she will not dare look at anything evermore, for the shame she will hold would be too great to bear...even for one with a neck as thick as hers...I will lift her face so our eyes will meet. She will die once more from shame and guilt, and then I will pardon her, and i will let her forth into the cesspool of life, so she can begin her slow and arduous journey to redemption...
This is the prophecy that is llucii."
This is but merely one of the manifestations of the prophecy. llucii is but a mere instrument of her own construction. Black as a passing shadow, masked by light, illuminated by darkness...her aura of moonlight, her heraldic shield of angels. She walked once, freely upon this earth, but now suppressed by chains of her own binding, released only when the beckoning of the prophecy grows too strongly, to maintain the balance. The balance which she once wrought, and wrought wrong, and thus was birthed, forever bound to the prophecy.
So hark now, little toyol of pittance! I say this once, and only once:
You couldn't get screwed even if you laid yourself naked with a
"Free for all!
Screw me once, screw me twice.
Please, I beg, I'll pay you nice!"
sign hanging around your neck. This is how much you're worth. So now, because I am of reason and of mercy, go back forth to the pit from where you crawled. Attempt to mar my light once more, and I swear, the last light you'll see will be the light from my sword plunging into where the sun don't shine.
I admit, unashamedly, that there are some I'd like to hurt.
*smiles*
black llucii at 4:34:00 pm
I want to go home...
black llucii at 5:50:00 am
drooling...
aching for life...
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