Memories of the Wind.
Friday, June 29, 2007
Non-stop.
Coughing non-stop.
I am proving myself to be the bane of all cough syrups. And if my coughing doesn't stop real soon, the production of cough syrups will.
Ahhh. I had not tried any cough syrups in actual fact; I am just emphasizing the gravity of my illness.
LOL.
Forgive a person who has been sick for days. He's naturally not in the right state of mind.
Worse still..
I am now sneezing non-stop.
I am proving myself to be the bane of all cough syrups. And if my coughing doesn't stop real soon, the production of cough syrups will.
Ahhh. I had not tried any cough syrups in actual fact; I am just emphasizing the gravity of my illness.
LOL.
Forgive a person who has been sick for days. He's naturally not in the right state of mind.
Worse still..
I am now sneezing non-stop.
The WInged, and the Clipped.
越想越沮丧。
当你越渴望自由时，就越会被自由的绳索捆绑着。~没翅膀的人。
当你越飞越高时，就会开始渴望地上的温暖。~有翅膀的人。
It is just a strange thought. The person who desire freedom will never be truly free because the desire to be free binds him to an invisible set of shackles. Whereas a person who has flew high enough starts to long for the comfort that the rich, moist soil can give.
颇有禅机哦。
当你越渴望自由时，就越会被自由的绳索捆绑着。~没翅膀的人。
当你越飞越高时，就会开始渴望地上的温暖。~有翅膀的人。
It is just a strange thought. The person who desire freedom will never be truly free because the desire to be free binds him to an invisible set of shackles. Whereas a person who has flew high enough starts to long for the comfort that the rich, moist soil can give.
颇有禅机哦。
Labels: Chinese Writes, musings, random, The Emo Club.
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Suspect.
I suspect my aunt is suffering from depression.
She keeps on crying for no apparent reason nowadays and kept saying that no one pities her. She also forces herself to do a whole load of household chores everyday amidst her weeping.
The problem is, me and my brother see no need to do so much chores especially when everyone is seldom at home.
I just help as much as I can..
I was resting in bed today when my aunt came back home in the evening. Being hit by a bout of headache and muscle aches, coupled with a stinging sore throat, I could hardly get out of bed. When she heard that I was sick, she said something later on that made me almost see fire.
"It is your fault that you make me so anxious with your illness."
=(
If I were not sick, a verbal World War 3 would have started.
Lucky for her, I could only amass enough strength to sweep the floor and iron the clothes instead of starting a ruckus with her.
Sobs. 灰先生几时才能参加舞会，认识沉鱼落雁的公主呢？
She keeps on crying for no apparent reason nowadays and kept saying that no one pities her. She also forces herself to do a whole load of household chores everyday amidst her weeping.
The problem is, me and my brother see no need to do so much chores especially when everyone is seldom at home.
I just help as much as I can..
I was resting in bed today when my aunt came back home in the evening. Being hit by a bout of headache and muscle aches, coupled with a stinging sore throat, I could hardly get out of bed. When she heard that I was sick, she said something later on that made me almost see fire.
"It is your fault that you make me so anxious with your illness."
=(
If I were not sick, a verbal World War 3 would have started.
Lucky for her, I could only amass enough strength to sweep the floor and iron the clothes instead of starting a ruckus with her.
Sobs. 灰先生几时才能参加舞会，认识沉鱼落雁的公主呢？
Sick.
生病了。
Down with sore throat and a throbbing headache.
Wonders what is wrong with me.
Today is sleep, sleep and sleep.
Down with sore throat and a throbbing headache.
Wonders what is wrong with me.
Today is sleep, sleep and sleep.
Sunday, June 24, 2007
Memories, fresh
I figure I do not really like blogging about events that are still fresh in my memory, hence the lack of updates regarding my daily life. Rather, I prefer old memories that has some missing pieces to the complete picture. It just adds a certain allure and mystique to it. Hee.
Well, to whoever interested, I wake up, work and teach tuition. No interesting stories, no thrilling encounters, I am just living a humdrum existence. I am pretty much blah blah.
The only invigorating element for me is the purchase of a few yogurt masks, eye pads and a few new pens recently, not to mention the inviting addition of my new little soft toy, Stitch. He is now resting comfortably on the top left corner of my bed, vying for space with Kon and Doraemon.
Kon seems a bit irritated by him but Doraemon is pleased to see a new friend.
Ahhh. My imagination going havoc.
~@@~
Actually, I met up with Sutji and a couple of secondary school friends last sat for a bbq at Sutji’s condo. She came back temporarily and will be flying off again this Tuesday. I have not seen her since secondary school because she flew off to Australia that time. How time flies. That was 6 years ago.
There is one particular thing that I will always fondly remember Sutji for.
Sutji is a councilor and she is pretty particular about the length of the fingernails of each student in the class. To me, she’s a deadly enemy since I am always too lazy to cut my fingernails. I always leave it to grow till my fingers can go and poke others and leave a cm thick mark on someone’s skin.
She just detest my long and unkempt fingernails and one fine day, she told me that she will help me cut my nails since she always brings her nail cutter with her. To which I agreed happily.
"OH ok lorr."
^^ =)
She will help me file my nails after she finished cutting my nails. That was excellent service!
Nowadays, I file my nails too. That reminds me of her.
...
Some things evoke our memories easily. Ironing my brother's clothes reminds me of my mum. She must have told herself to iron till the clothes gleam and stand so that my brother will go to work everyday neat and smart. I do so with the same goal.
Now, my soft toys are my perfect obsession too.
Well, to whoever interested, I wake up, work and teach tuition. No interesting stories, no thrilling encounters, I am just living a humdrum existence. I am pretty much blah blah.
The only invigorating element for me is the purchase of a few yogurt masks, eye pads and a few new pens recently, not to mention the inviting addition of my new little soft toy, Stitch. He is now resting comfortably on the top left corner of my bed, vying for space with Kon and Doraemon.
Kon seems a bit irritated by him but Doraemon is pleased to see a new friend.
Ahhh. My imagination going havoc.
~@@~
Actually, I met up with Sutji and a couple of secondary school friends last sat for a bbq at Sutji’s condo. She came back temporarily and will be flying off again this Tuesday. I have not seen her since secondary school because she flew off to Australia that time. How time flies. That was 6 years ago.
There is one particular thing that I will always fondly remember Sutji for.
Sutji is a councilor and she is pretty particular about the length of the fingernails of each student in the class. To me, she’s a deadly enemy since I am always too lazy to cut my fingernails. I always leave it to grow till my fingers can go and poke others and leave a cm thick mark on someone’s skin.
She just detest my long and unkempt fingernails and one fine day, she told me that she will help me cut my nails since she always brings her nail cutter with her. To which I agreed happily.
"OH ok lorr."
^^ =)
She will help me file my nails after she finished cutting my nails. That was excellent service!
Nowadays, I file my nails too. That reminds me of her.
...
Some things evoke our memories easily. Ironing my brother's clothes reminds me of my mum. She must have told herself to iron till the clothes gleam and stand so that my brother will go to work everyday neat and smart. I do so with the same goal.
Now, my soft toys are my perfect obsession too.
Saturday, June 23, 2007
泡沫
~~~泡沫产生时，总需要有一个条件，即可产生泡沫的原料，和借于吹过的吸管。吸管是一个工具，少了不 可，没有它开始时的压缩和压力，原料是断然不会产生那个光辉的过程的。。。。~~~
敢请被风中吹起的泡泡,
你们是要往何处飞？
随缘吗？
可是你们只有一瞬间的寿命，只能在周围的空间破灭。。
别犹豫不决。
追逐充满浪漫主义色彩的美丽吧。
因为不管是带着甜蜜或悲伤，
你们都一定会凭空炸开。
I am just like a bubble.
敢请被风中吹起的泡泡,
你们是要往何处飞？
随缘吗？
可是你们只有一瞬间的寿命，只能在周围的空间破灭。。
别犹豫不决。
追逐充满浪漫主义色彩的美丽吧。
因为不管是带着甜蜜或悲伤，
你们都一定会凭空炸开。
I am just like a bubble.
Labels: Chinese Writes, musings, The Emo Club.
Sunday, June 17, 2007
幸福
Read through some of my previous posts and I seriously feel that..
没有一个人会永远幸福．
也没有一个人会永远的不幸。
一些人可能会认为太过牵强，
可是我坚持相信不幸中也有自己的幸运。
没有一个人会永远幸福．
也没有一个人会永远的不幸。
一些人可能会认为太过牵强，
可是我坚持相信不幸中也有自己的幸运。
Labels: Chinese Writes
Thursday, June 14, 2007
星期四的默默茶,Thursday's moo moo chua.
星期四的默默茶
Thursday's moo moo chua.
只想享受，
捧在我手里的默默茶。
续一点温暖，
珍惜这此刻的宁静。
我的字句，
代替了言语。
不加糖，不加奶，只加眼泪。
No sweets, no milk. Tears please.
~~~~~
I guess you have been wondering what the heck is this Thursday's moo moo chua about. Well, if you have been a fond and loyal visitor of this blog, you must have come to realise a trend that I have been setting. I love to create columns in this blog and the notable ones include "spooky tales", which was the forefathers of the respective columns that follow. Other better ones include "Mr Black and Mr white", "The Adventures of Bubble" and my most accomplished masterpiece,
"Friday night is the mood for love."
Now, why choose a name that sounds remotely similar to "Friday", except the difference in the day of the week? Actually, Friday was chosen last time simply because I love the name and the very atmosphere at that time of night creates the perfect mood for blogging. Furthermore, Sk is my mutual advisor cum buddy during the journey back home after Yishun session where we breached on the topic "love". The journey was never boring. However, my inspiration started to wane after the stop of Yishun sessions and hence the end of "Friday".
Besides, Thursday has its important significance in my heart. Thursday was the day when the first girl that I really liked called me over the phone to talk because she was bored and though the entire conversation lasted less then 5 minutes, that was enough for me to remember it for a good ten years. I remembered another time when I hummed a tune which I created to her over the phone and it was Thursday too. Thursdays are when miracles happen.
In addition, my first sweet outing with my buddy happens to be a Thursday, if my memory serves me well. And and and~~ her birthday falls on a Thursday this year. And my birthday is on Thursday this year too!!! Haa..
Thursdays are when miracles happen and when we take a sip of moo moo chua.
Intrigued that I use 默默茶 (moo moo chua)?
Because moo moo chua is actually a fantastic friend and a 好男人. I am not doing an advertisement for him but whoever marries him will be very blissful, that is for sure. I am just stating plain facts.
However, that does not really answer the question yet.
Hence, here comes to the most intrinsic part of this post. This new column's aim is to write about the views and things that the 好男人 will do and will not do. It will probably stretches till my birthday, which will mark the end of this column. Hopefully, this will be fun and enjoyable.
Till next week before we meet.
Dedicated to whoever understands.
平凡的语气，那么苦涩的回味。
欲夺眶而出的泪，却又落不得干脆。
我找寻着的美，总是比我狼狈。
冥冥中是否，谁又属于谁？
Labels: Chinese Writes, Fri nite is the mood for love., moo moo chua.
忘记了我是谁
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Tortoise time.
Time effectively slows down to a halt when it comes to idling at work. I could hear seconds ticking by and striking chords with the rusty mechanisms in the ear drums and it certainly has an augmenting effect when it comes to the art of hypnotism. I struggle to hold back the heavy weights that the eyelids are imposing due to the creeping moments. In addition, they apparently were sulky with the lack of rest in recent nights. .
Having nothing to do, and coupled with the fact that I am totally exhausted, I left my office one hour earlier.
I went to walk around for a while with myself, went to the comics shop with myself, ate some supper with myself.
I ended up having a great time. All with myself.
Thanks to you, myself.
Me-time is always great.
别忽略自己。
....
I really wonder why I keep on posting stuff that no one understand except myself.
At this rate, no one will read my blog except self centered me.
Argghh.. Noooooo~~~
Dun~~~~
Must read my blog, ok? I try to make it more readable and probably more obscene contents to attract you all.
LOL!
Promise? Ok. Night guys and girls.
Having nothing to do, and coupled with the fact that I am totally exhausted, I left my office one hour earlier.
I went to walk around for a while with myself, went to the comics shop with myself, ate some supper with myself.
I ended up having a great time. All with myself.
Thanks to you, myself.
Me-time is always great.
别忽略自己。
....
I really wonder why I keep on posting stuff that no one understand except myself.
At this rate, no one will read my blog except self centered me.
Argghh.. Noooooo~~~
Dun~~~~
Must read my blog, ok? I try to make it more readable and probably more obscene contents to attract you all.
LOL!
Promise? Ok. Night guys and girls.
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Rose-colored Glass
© Shaowei All Rights Reserved
Rose-colored Glass
written 12th June 2007
She said she loves you and your brother from birth
She leaves for heaven but these words stay on earth
These days, you don't get used to the kitchen's quietness
Cause after all, she has been around for twenty six years
A woman forced with a strong heart after being alone
The two small hands turned rough to build you a home
Too bad we couldn't sing her at the room she once roamed
But I'm sure she would look from heaven and listen to this song
It didn't took us long to notice that something was wrong
When everyone's around and yet he still seems so alone...
We'll be waiting for you at the other side of the rose-colored glass
Nothing happens too slow and nothing comes too fast
Like all brothers walked side by side, together no one will be last
If you can't see any, we'll be your rose-colored glass
I can still remember her smile when she cooked us a meal
You smile when you're happy, we don't need no pills
Take your mother's hand, you know there's no more ordeals
Just to see the two of you grown, everything has healed
Tell Benny we'll be here too, there's no need to run
This very moment, she might be looking at the same sun
Feels like she's saying thank you for taking care of her son
Well, we said thank you and your son for taking care of us
It didn't took us long to notice that something was wrong
When he jumped and danced like that's mistakes to atone...
We'll be waiting for you at the other side of the rose-colored glass
Maybe our hands don't reach enough but the heart does
Like all brothers stand side by side, we believe and we trust
If you can't find any, we can be your rose-colored glass
Yeah, the rose-colored glass...
Yeah, let both your eyes see through...
Let us be your rose-colored glass...
I can still remember her smile when she cooked us a meal
Just to see the two of you grown, she knew everything has healed
dedicated to Henry and Benny
A poem by a friend named Shaowei, to me, and my brother. Thanks.. =)
Monday, June 11, 2007
～峰小侠～ no. 1.
～峰小侠～
我沉浸在朦胧月光里的碎语，
心理藏着绵绵的问候和思念。
敲了敲，仍然徘徊不去。
我迷恋过。
我爱过。
我也心痛过。
不想再过。
我却躲不过．
。。。
峰小侠的得意武功是情剑，拿的剑是情剑。他使情剑是为了斩断情根，然而，用情，不用慧，乱哉，乱哉。
！剪不断，理还乱！
剑尖在空中幽幽的划了一个圆，在月光照耀下，锐利的剑犹如翩翩起舞的女郎。
而舞出的剑花仿佛飘来了浓浓的花香．
被熏醉了．
~~
*vomit blood la..*
I don't really know what I am typing now. lets just forget about it and sleep.
Night~~
不可不信缘。到底是划了一个圆，还是一个缘呢？
我沉浸在朦胧月光里的碎语，
心理藏着绵绵的问候和思念。
敲了敲，仍然徘徊不去。
我迷恋过。
我爱过。
我也心痛过。
不想再过。
我却躲不过．
。。。
峰小侠的得意武功是情剑，拿的剑是情剑。他使情剑是为了斩断情根，然而，用情，不用慧，乱哉，乱哉。
！剪不断，理还乱！
剑尖在空中幽幽的划了一个圆，在月光照耀下，锐利的剑犹如翩翩起舞的女郎。
而舞出的剑花仿佛飘来了浓浓的花香．
被熏醉了．
~~
*vomit blood la..*
I don't really know what I am typing now. lets just forget about it and sleep.
Night~~
不可不信缘。到底是划了一个圆，还是一个缘呢？
Labels: Chinese Writes
Aye
Aye.
I haven't been posting for so long that I almost forgot my log in password, though that possibility is easily refuted by the gearing up of my brain mechanism.. Been busy these few weeks, especially with work and tuition commitments that I have to reassess my priorities. That includes blogging, even though my life has been eventful enough recently for me to crap incessantly.
Well, I decided to tell you guys about boring and simple fare instead of the bigger and important things that have happened recently.
~不着边际~~ la la la.
One of my favourite pastime includes going to the library for some little quiet.
And I love 几米．Just finished reading "谢谢你，毛毛兔。这个下午真好玩。" and it seems to bite into my emotional world.
Another pictorial book that made me go wow is Sadjunu's "The first rain".
金光浩 SADJUNU
「SADJUNU」─1998年所畫的漫畫之主角名，誤打誤撞的沿用至今。熱愛漫畫，喜歡媽媽、朋友，還有金屬製品合唱團(Metallica)、漫畫、 攝影、塗鴉、RAISON、村上春樹、釣魚、具有特效的電影、咖啡…希望能創造出成功的漫畫人物，最大的願望是一輩子都靠畫畫賺錢
..로 쓰려고 했는데 왠지
우울해 보여서 관뒀다. -_-a;;
* sadjunu님에 의해서 게시물 복사되었습니다 (2004-12-07 04:31)
I recommend this book if you got the chance to read it. I really love the way the author depicts certain things and despite the book being mostly about love, he also inserted a few little episodes about his mum and it goes to show his love for his mum. That is rather inspiring to see.
Words in the book.
~我相信所謂的緣份，就像是天上落下的第一滴雨，一定會落在城市的某一處，我期待著與你的相遇.~
每次下雨时，总会有第一滴雨吧．那么，哪一滴是第一滴雨呢？每个人总是会认为，自己看到的第一滴雨一定就是那场雨的第一滴吧．
那么，最后一滴呢？
－－－－－
I haven't been posting for so long that I almost forgot my log in password, though that possibility is easily refuted by the gearing up of my brain mechanism.. Been busy these few weeks, especially with work and tuition commitments that I have to reassess my priorities. That includes blogging, even though my life has been eventful enough recently for me to crap incessantly.
Well, I decided to tell you guys about boring and simple fare instead of the bigger and important things that have happened recently.
~不着边际~~ la la la.
One of my favourite pastime includes going to the library for some little quiet.
And I love 几米．Just finished reading "谢谢你，毛毛兔。这个下午真好玩。" and it seems to bite into my emotional world.
Another pictorial book that made me go wow is Sadjunu's "The first rain".金光浩 SADJUNU
「SADJUNU」─1998年所畫的漫畫之主角名，誤打誤撞的沿用至今。熱愛漫畫，喜歡媽媽、朋友，還有金屬製品合唱團(Metallica)、漫畫、 攝影、塗鴉、RAISON、村上春樹、釣魚、具有特效的電影、咖啡…希望能創造出成功的漫畫人物，最大的願望是一輩子都靠畫畫賺錢
..로 쓰려고 했는데 왠지
우울해 보여서 관뒀다. -_-a;;
* sadjunu님에 의해서 게시물 복사되었습니다 (2004-12-07 04:31)
I recommend this book if you got the chance to read it. I really love the way the author depicts certain things and despite the book being mostly about love, he also inserted a few little episodes about his mum and it goes to show his love for his mum. That is rather inspiring to see.
Words in the book.
~我相信所謂的緣份，就像是天上落下的第一滴雨，一定會落在城市的某一處，我期待著與你的相遇.~
每次下雨时，总会有第一滴雨吧．那么，哪一滴是第一滴雨呢？每个人总是会认为，自己看到的第一滴雨一定就是那场雨的第一滴吧．
那么，最后一滴呢？
－－－－－
Labels: art
