clap your hands say nay

taking a break from studying. for a while. to be on twitter might be fun, for a while, and why it works for so many people such that people writing on blogger are on the decline (ayat cam keling), what i mean is, the reason why people use twitter much more than blogger to disseminate thoughts, is that it offers instant gratification. people can reply instantly, and you’ll be much more exhilarated to use it to communicate etc. on the other hand, there is a lost of quality. (quality tweets?), or verbosity. as in, since characters are limited you’d have to carefully craft/trim your words as to make it concise and direct as possible. that is, if you choose to practise it that way…. twitter ain’t poetry. heh. they are forgotten easily. i’d like to preserve my thoughts, not my conversations. or thoughts about conversations. in my own space. and then you scroll, scroll endlessly and you might press the ‘add to favourite’ button accidentally on random conversations that has nothing to do with you (faaaar removed) and then curse yourself to no end…. what stupidity.

i want to watch ingmar bergman’s wild strawberries. borrowed the dvd, it’s just waiting to be played on the tv. YET since i excellently re-positioned the sofa and table and tv such that they are all in proximity to the heater (yes people it is winter), the housemates decided to camp there ALL day. first day i was around, putting on the seventh seal, but then came a person or two that lodged themselves permanently on the carpet near the heater bringing in tables and sleeping bags there. i have issues with space, and the conquering of one, and foreign movements. or sound of movements. my ears must be so accustomed to silence i cannot tolerate non-silence, especially when i desire it so. privacy issues. so i retreat in my room, facing the window, listening to the sound of stillness of my own silence and study and write and read a bit when i am bored….

i must acquire the habit of having a proper diary soon. reading rilke’s “diary of a young poet”, partly because i was bored studying at the library, decided to drop by to german lit shelf, and pick pick pick. the florence diary deals with art. greek art. skipped most of it (and probably the rest of it), and reading the interesting ones. like his ode to salome. isn’t blogger like that? you read the first few sentences and decide to dismiss it and move on move on intermittently to someone else…..

i wonder if that is also the case when you compile twenty people in one book, and the reader just picks the ones he wants to read, because you write boring things. published, but not read. what a tragedy.

none shall find me interesting. 😦