Sunday, November 28, 2010
I had listened to Guren countless times, watched the PV numerous times. And till yesterday, I finally understood the full meaning and the concept behind the song and PV. How wols am I!
In the beginning when I first listened to Guren, all I know it's about abortion or something related. Till yesterday, I realised it's about miscarriage!
This is what I got from a forum
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"so first, there are objects and colours that represents something in this PV
1. the tap = penis
2. red room = mother's uterus
3. white paint = sperm
4. the girl = embryo
5. colour red = alive
6. colour white = death
it also says that Guren actually means uterus in Jap o.o..? all i know was that it meant lotus...
here we go:
at the beginning of the song you can hear the girl laughing [but i cannot hear that, maybe the single version?] ..which represents the embryo's innocence in the mother's stomach and also the baby's loneliness inside her mother
then you can see the girl moving around in her red dress, in the red room and she was painting the walls with the white paint. But eventually, the room turned white and her dress isn't red anymore but white, it meant that death has come upon the embryo and she died inside the mother's uterus
if you watch the PV again, the girl walks/ move around ONLY when she's wearing the red dress, in the red room. But when gazette was singing, the girl was wearing white and she was standing in a corner, NOT MOVING because she died already so the whole scenery revolves around the death of the embryo
When you refer back to the lyrics, it actually makes sense and the lyrics are written from the mother's point of view.
theres also another version of the story, but it says the mother is GIVING UP on her child and then she regrets what she did.
Guren lyrics
I'm sorry... after awhile, let me sleep by your name
that basically summarizes the whole song
The passing days drew us closer
The pain is matched with joy
Both hands reflect that
I cry when i think of you
the mother and the baby is linked together and obviously she cries when her baby dies
there is a rain of sadness
it's fine just to remain unknown
i tremble for repose, i remembered
what do you want to see in this reeled in dream?
i dont want you to fade
let me hear, even a sigh
a small heartbeat, that isnt there
i want you come here!
the mother does not want the embryo to leave. she wants to be reassured that the baby is still living, even if its just a sigh. the small heartbeat = alive, but it isn't there anymore
unchanging dreams, if this continues on
please dont pause in your happiness
even if it doesnt need to called out but
the drowning days are piling over me.
i dont want you to fade
let me hear, even a sigh
a small heartbeat, that isnt there
i want you come here!
Even the hands of salvation is also in vagueness
Will there be a cocoon at intervals of the second, without the string tearing off?
i want to hear, even a sigh
little rhythm to the sound of the heartbeat
of touched prayers delivered
the name which i cannot call out i held closely
counting with my fingers, i dont want tomorrow to dissapear
hearing with blocked ears
the sound of a broken cradle
the spring time will never come again
the crimson lotus is in bloom"
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I am curious what's up in Ruki's head (or maybe all the 5 guys). How a guy manage to view this from a mother point of view?
*claps claps*
Saturday, November 27, 2010
太忙时，就嫌脑细胞要死掉。
太闲时，就嫌脑细胞胡思乱想。
哎哟！
脑细胞要被我这个矛盾的人弄 ‘笑’ 了。
怪不得我有一点 ‘叮咚’。
真惨啊阿啊阿~
Thursday, November 25, 2010
During school term/assessment period, we wish for holiday to come soon so that we can do the things we want and relax.
We can even plan for the things to do in holiday and so on.
But when the actual holiday is here, the sudden stop of mad rush for deadlines make everyone lost.
And the spending of materials/printing for assessment make everyone too poor to carry out any activities, or rather, limitation in activities.
How sad we can be?
Sunday, November 21, 2010
EOY plans postponed. :(
First attempt to cosplay. :( :(
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Where in this world, there are people who want more love and care from the parents.
Where in this world, there are people who want more attention from the parents.
In this world, I have parents who people are envy for, yet I want to push them away.
How many times I broke their heart?
How many times I'm actually not grateful for the things they done?
How many times?
Countless.
They care. They understand. They forgive. They love
Yet how many times I blame them for not doing so?
Yet how many times I blame them because of minor disagreement and forgetting the great things they did for me?
Many times I realise their love, yet many times I didn't after that.
Many times I feel the guilt, yet many times I forget how it feel.
I sincerely feel that, I don't deserve such great parents actually.
22 years old. Yet immature, irresponsible and ungrateful.
I don't deserve any love from anyone at all. I emphasis ANYONE
I am such a loser.
A great loser.
I should be strike by lightning for being an ungrateful child.
They don't deserve to be heart-broken.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
我已经再也不想开口了，不想再辩护自己了。
已经很厌倦。
因为到最后还是我的错。
我认了。
Saturday, November 13, 2010
I have wings but they are temporary.
With permission, I can wear them for a few days.
However, it has to be removed within the limit days.
If the wings are being worn without permission, consequences I have to accept.
I am really tired of such process.
When will I be granted permanent wings of my very own?
I can't wait to fly high as I wish and nothing will stop me from doing that.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Let's us go
'ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~'
It's over.
My hard work for this semester paid off somewhat.
Now it's time for a good rest and good holiday. :)
Tuesday, November 09, 2010
2 nights- 1 night in school, and the other night at friend's house. All because of completing main projects for coming assessment this thursday.
Let's us all shout
CHEONG AH!!!!!!
:) :)
Monday, November 01, 2010
Back to the bloody hole again.
Stupidity.