自耕．酪梨

紐奧良的重創和九二一那座世界不忘在1分鐘內消失的世貿。

詫異和失落。

Katrina激起的大水淹沒這座爵色築起的藍城，它的慵懶氣味由和著濕氣的泥漿掩蓋，它的色彩斑駁脫落，聲音嘶啞，政治紊亂，人民驚恐失措...

這樣一塊絕世的土地怎能在我尚未履足之前就沉睡？期待著它的重建、一如我期待著紐約傷痕的結疤、復原，然後再度勇敢。

The things we crave for concern both material stuff and spiritual needs, such as love, honor, food, and drug. When we crave for it, that's all we could think about. We let nothing else bother us and we concentrate our mind only upon it (we care for it so much that it's almost like we're out of our mind.) We also deem it the most important essence in our present life.

But we usually long for something we have experienced in the past and from which we found pleasure. We long for it either because we want to go back to the good old days or we wish for the re-occurence of this experience (so that we can enjoy the pleasantness all over again, or we can benefit from it.)

What do you crave? What do you long for?

To discuss and write something meaningful in terms of feminism might as well take me seven days and nights, but there is every likelihood that I give the thought up before reaching midway out of my jottings, if any. The lack of confidence haunts me still, even after so many years of English learning/teaching. I should thus start now or never.

Feminism as an agenda hasn't yet been deviated from my mind. Feminists now proclaim that this has officially become an issue not as far-out as before, when at one time it was majorly concerned and correlated with gender equality. Feminists are ready to center on the inner states - spiritual perfectionism in my case - of women, instead of women's stance among patriarchal society, though it is still being dealt with in areas such as Middle East, some parts in Africa and Asia. The old authority-over-bodies-like talks aren't among my concerns for now (not that I don't care for it of course). I do had a feeling of "detachment from my authentic self" and am sensing a terrible urge to please quite recently. And boy what a stun. I certainly don't deem it an obligation to stand up for what female activists do to help preach feminism; it's just something I held before I found out it agreed to feminists' appeal. But when I lost it, panic, panic, panic, that's all I could think of - all these years of "spiritual apathy" that I've been going through... And it relates to Feminism because? I was affected and overwhelmed by some intensive, LOVE. Women-power gets weaken somehow (Yes again, in my own case). What will those people say then about this, I wonder?

Excuse me for I'm giving it a sloppy close. No more feminism talk for a bedtime story.

My love for artificial limbs had started out of nowhere and would soon be gone in no time.

It all began with what was influenced by subconsciousness and was double-checked as my digital-audio player was going through The LAST SUMURAI's torrential flowing of background melody. Limbs being cut down between battles, up-and-down slow-motions of the Samurai knives being replayed one time and another, the full power that nothing else could have left stamped heavily upon me. That's from where this title derived.

I didn't enjoy the plotline or the acting of the stunning Koyuki(小雪) as it was obviously an overbeautified film-making. Yet without doubt it left its mark and that's just the way how Hollywood industries worked well. Cheers.

I bet 10 grand you must be thinking of one by now. Technically speaking, this is a tricky demand. But what I'm trying to point out here is that sometimes you just can't avoid certain stuff happening to your life. The harder you try to leave it the faster it catches up.

Never try to forget anything. It'll grasp tighter like there's no tomorrow.