No Response 没有反应的反应
January 15, 2012Sometimes the best response is no response at all.
有时没有反应的反应是最好的反应。
Sometimes the best response is no response at all.
有时没有反应的反应是最好的反应。
“当你拥有的时候，你已经开始的在失去。”
“当你不再害怕失去， 你就真正拥有了。”
爱情是这样， 事业是这样， 名气是这样， 人生也是这样。
“When you own something, you are already beginning to lose it.”
“When you no longer fear losing, that’s when you have truly owned.”
Love’s like that, career’s like that, fame’s like that, life’s like that too.
“This wide and universal theatre
presents more woeful pageants than the scene
Wherein we play in.
All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players.
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts.”
– Shakespeare, William. As You Like It.
Is it of hypocrisy and lies, masks and facades, necessary editions and pretences, or is it of rawness and realness, or a relative lack of control and edition?
Who’s the better actor? I wonder. The one who puts everything on his face or the one who puts nothing on his face? Now you tell me.
乌龟赛跑＋兔子赛跑＝龟兔赛跑
The Tortoise’s Race + The Hare’s Race = The Tortoise and Hare Race
就这么简单, 你看不到吗？
It’s that simple, can’t you see it?
乌龟赛跑不就是乌龟赛跑吗？
Can’t it be the tortoise’s race?
乌龟赛跑是以乌龟的身份和立场出席赛跑； 龟兔赛跑是以旁观者的身份和立场观看赛跑。
The tortoise’s race is first-person narrative and you participate; the tortoise and hare race is third-person narrative and you’re a spectator.
我又没说错，为什么你硬要听错, 又关语言什么事？
If I meant it this way, why must you listen to it your way, and what has language got to do with it?
为什么要给自己设定小框框？ ＝）
Why do you lock yourself inside the box? =)
I’m really glad to have caught up with a group of friends today. It made me realise actually we all have our own sets of problems, be it with relationships or at work, big or small, and that, we are all not alone. Whatever individual bad experience you have had is not anything extraordinarily bad and which sets you apart from everyone else but to put it in perspective and in place, a bad human emotion, phase or experience which you share with many others before you and surely too, many to come, and if any consolation at all, that many before have traversed down the exact same path and felt the exact same emotion that you now feel, so there’s sort of a collective empathy so to speak if that’s any help at all. You’re not the only flickering or dimming star out there in the vast, dark night sky; there are thousands and millions like yourself, each feeling alone and preoccupied with the circumstance in front of them and that’s all they can see; just keep the light, however dim or flickering, because circumstance will change and things will take a turn every once in a while. I have been feeling like a block of wood for some time, as if washed out ashore, devoid of emotion or scared of it, lacking any inspiration, hence I haven’t been writing, because there seems to be absolutely nothing inside, as much as I have stared at the screen many times and tried to force or churn something out, to find an outlet. It’s been a rollercoaster of a ride, a huge paradox, a big enigma, it could be a neverending argument, a complicated dilemma, a seemingly irreconcileable conflict…
At the end of the day, what’s all these about? “Much Ado about Nothing”? “Love’s Labour’s Lost”? What do we make of it all? What sense? Life really should be easier and happier, isn’t it? Well, at least we should all agree that we deserve that little bit more, of happiness, no? Is life really about the process and not the destination? But of course right? Cos there’s no destination to speak of, non-religiously speaking? Life’s really about heartbeat, I think, whatever the process is, whether it’s smooth or filled with bumps and pitfalls, whether it’s improving or spiralling out of control, or even it seems to have come to a standstill, like a body of dead water. It doesn’t matter each time it’s happiness or misery or anger or disappointment or fear or pain or torture or gain or loss or nonchalance or calmness or confusion or mayhem or everything or nothing at all, there’s a heartbeat, however faint, fast or slow or to what rhythm or song, it keeps beating, like a live clockwork, keeps you alive. Never lose that heartbeat, constantly listen to it, feel it, what keeps it beating. When everyday’s a choice… Yes, easier said than done, we all know that, I know that too… But you can do it, I’m sure, you know it too. We all can.
“A countdown can fly past, or it could feel like a lifetime.”
Nonetheless, the countdown has begun.
It’s in sight, finally.
It’s day 5.
.
it almost seems that
if it’s meant to be,
all things in the universe conspire to get you there
and if it’s not,
all things in the universe conspire to not get you there.
a lot of times in life, it is so.
i tend to believe it’s meant to be,
the path taken.
It’s strange to go on a holiday in your own country, how often do you do that? 4D5N Singapore. When you’ve been away for a while and will be away for a while more.
Familiar yet estranged at the same time, you learn to see the everyday things and routine that you do in a more beautiful light, and you learn to appreciate them, and be grateful for them.
Apart from, needless to say, family and my favourite people…
I miss driving my car, wherever, it will take me, therapeutic, the comfort of being in the driver’s seat, the liberty and spontaneity to do so, sometimes top down and wind in my face.
I miss playing soccer with the usual group, the partnership, the freedom of expression and play, the happiness of a child at the playground.
I miss sleeping in my own bed, like most would, tucked in, pampered, safe, and I miss showering in my own bathroom, most myself.
I miss jogging, a proper path, at the beach, to sweat it out, and I miss going to the gym, not that I loved it before or love it now.
I miss the sights and smells, the clean roads.
I miss opening the house lock.
I miss the routine and the lifestyle.
I miss writing, the inspiration to write.
It’s not so far away now…
I look forward to my own homecoming.
Welcome home soon =)
It is important to have Consistency of Character in acting.
But more so, it is important to have Consistency in Character in real life.
Both would lend you Credibility and Respect.
Our worldly education has probably conditioned us to vary our speech, action, and treatment of others dependent on or according to the social position, status, and wealth of the person, or how advantageous the person is to us, but “just because it is doesn’t mean it should be”. There are two common Chinese expressions: “Pray to who’s above and step on those below”; and “See a ghost, speak its language; see a man, speak his language”. Some would say or see it as adaptability and survival; I say it’s simply flawed and Inconsistency in Character.
You do not say one thing and do another; you do not do one thing and say another. You do not speak sweetly, do more, or act better just because the person is more helpful or useful to you but because you want to. That’s Consistency in Character for you. How could inconsistency in character be attributed as a strength in the form of adaptability and survival skill? How could an essential trait like consistency in character be blurred, overlooked and undermined through time and in our society today? That’s something I find hard to understand or accept. Easier said than done perhaps, but Consistency in Character is definitely more admirable and worthy of respect, coated in gold.
Some of our worldly ideas and concepts, those imparted to us, those we adhere to as truth and fact, those we don’t even need to think about, may be essentially flawed and susceptible. This is just one of them, in serious need of some Deconstruction, and this deconstruction begins and takes place in your Consciousness.
I now understand why people sometimes choose to be lost, no, not lost, in their own world. Perhaps it’s not such a bad thing after all. It could be a refuge, a haven, a quiet place, a controlled environment, where one coils or cuddles back into, where one feels a sense of security and comfort, whether false or not, at least it feels so. For a while now, I’ve been too much of a fire element, too hot-blooded, having a response and reaction to every stimulus, fighting for every little cause, expressing freely directly responsibly, whether at work or in my personal life, it’s been a bit too much to take, for me and probably the people around me, it might be a negative energy, I want to mellow down, less is more, keep some, go easy, be sometimes a bit ignorant, more of a water element, be sometimes a bit more in my own world, and it might be easier.
I told a friend, “I want to be more like you. More in your own world. And now I understand why.” I asked if she was optimistic or pessimistic, she said she’s hopeful. Sometimes, you feel as if you haven’t been good enough for the world or haven’t lived up to it. It was suggested it might be heathy to occasionally also believe “sometimes, perhaps, the world hasn’t exactly lived up to you too.” Not that anyone owes you a living though, not in that sense.
People sometimes live with arms wide open, only to be hurt and then they recoil into their own world; people sometimes break out of their shells in an attempt to welcome and let in the world again. Funny how life can be a constant flux like that, huh.
essentially is about another being but too often we might have too much pride, arrogance, authority, and centredness in ourselves. Until we come to terms with that, we might not really know how to love.
I was in complete shock and disbelief when I saw the newspaper headlines regarding the relationship between my fellow professional, Yangtian, whom I much respect for his qualities, and myself — “Buddies no more”, “Celeb Pals Split”… Yangtian is a good colleague, friend (a definition of friend can be quite vague), and fellow professional, whom I have had the opportunity to work closely with and often been pitted against, and who displays a great deal of qualities which are quite differing from mine and which I can learn a lot from; confidence, eloquence, courage and pluck being some of them that I admire about him. And especially in a supposedly sensitive and less easy period for him in the present moment (which I’m sure would quickly come to pass), it would not be in my integrity and conduct to speak negatively or ill about him or us; it would be against my principles and demean me as a person.
The reports, as usual and necessary, are hyped up and dramatised; however, they are untrue in the angle they were put across and definitely harmful in this case. Right from the beginning, the professional relationship between Yangtian and myself have been coined by the media — to be “buddies”, “friends”, “brothers”, just “colleagues”, or “rivals”, or “competitors” (or anything or nothing actually) — according to the convenience of the angle the article wants to be written. It would almost seem hypocritical for me to say we are great “buddies” and the best of pals, but at the same time I definitely am not so short-sighted and narrow-visioned to see him first and foremost and only as my “rival”; actually I see him first and foremost as a person, a budding youth, one with great light and energy. Hence, it is hard for me to say exactly what we are in one word; it is a wonderfully multi-faceted and mutually-dependent kind of relationship, and we are “nothing” the media puts us to be or wants us to be. What I tried to do was to give a very honest and objective observation of our relationship, that naturally we drift apart inevitably as we move on to different projects (as is the case with many actors and their co-actors on many occasions), and that we might somehow be feeling a bit of the strain from the long-overdrawn, hyped-up pitting of us as rivals or competitors fighting for the one top spot, the tortoise and hare in a race.
Unfortunately, I can only bemoan the fact that words from my mouth when transferred to the pen of the reporter undergoes a whole great deal of editing, photoshop, cut and paste, glossing over and highlighting at preferred areas, and that the pen is not in my hands. But since I have enjoyed the benefits of a so-called celebrity status, I should also understand and not complain that I have also subjected myself to the mercy, impression, like or dislike, love or hate, praise or criticism of others and the rules of the game I have put myself in, and to play it gamely. I come from a literature background and I’m just glad that my pen is in my hands and directly connected to my thoughts and feelings here. Sometimes perhaps, honesty is not the best policy, especially when you try to speak the truth to people who do not really care about you as a person but who see you as a means to an end, an object not a subject. I’m still learning… though I see myself persisting in an ideally direct and honest fashion, even it might not be the most self-beneficial and worldly-wise to do; at least I can face myself in the mirror come end of the day.
I come to address this issue, pressed for, but not to clarify nor explain but first and foremost as a person with basic integrity. I have always seen myself first as a person, like anyone else with basic human needs and emotions and insecurities, and then later as an actor or celebrity, whatever you call it. It does not feel good to be wronged or maligned or smeared, but sometimes it happens and that’s life. When celebrity status intrudes into and calls into question a person’s integrity and character, I hope to have some voice in it. I shall call Yangtian personally to clear some unnecessary bad air generated for us and I hope to reduce the harm done for us by the articles written, if I can be allowed so. This is neutral and passive, not meaning to defend nor offend.
“There is enough light for everyone.” There is no need to fight for light.