Memories of the Wind.
Friday, August 31, 2007
Red moon and White fangs.
红月和白牙曾经令人闻风丧胆。
当它们还威震八方时，它们是多么的不可一世啊！
红月~ 当满月升起时，敌人留的一滴血将会使月亮变得满身通红。
白牙~霎那间，利爪毫不留情的把挡着它的事物撕成碎片。
可是。。
'白牙'已经又臭又没牙了。
在更久以前，'红月'最多只能是小弯月了。
其实，我说的都是我踢球的鞋。'白牙'和'红月'都是我给鞋子取的名字。
Diaozzzz.
我需要新的武器。
New shoes new shoes~~especially when my soccer shoe (white fangs) is so smelly and worn out !!!!
当它们还威震八方时，它们是多么的不可一世啊！
红月~ 当满月升起时，敌人留的一滴血将会使月亮变得满身通红。
白牙~霎那间，利爪毫不留情的把挡着它的事物撕成碎片。
可是。。
'白牙'已经又臭又没牙了。
在更久以前，'红月'最多只能是小弯月了。
其实，我说的都是我踢球的鞋。'白牙'和'红月'都是我给鞋子取的名字。
Diaozzzz.
我需要新的武器。
New shoes new shoes~~especially when my soccer shoe (white fangs) is so smelly and worn out !!!!
Labels: Chinese Writes, lame, soccer
Thursday, August 30, 2007
CHANGE ME
I am fuming. Well, at least in the morning. The fumes are somewhat doused by the rain since afternoon. I thought I have sufficient time in the morning to reach school early. I grudgingly admit that I could have left house even earlier but I presumed that time was on my side. I could miss a bus and reach on time.
.. In the end, I missed probably 2 buses though I was out early. Answering nature's call outside the comfort of home was 2nd nature by now. When I was finally out to cross the road, the bus came and went.
And for 3 consecutive days, I am left chasing after the fumes left by the backside of the bus. Trust me to be fuming. I could only reach school on time. And I guess my academic year's new resolution to be early for school is eluding and corroding fast.
.. I realise that finding stuff to blog is easier when I venture into unfamiliar grounds. I went to the library for research today morning, which is pretty uncharacteristic of me. Some guy was roller skating and grinning from ear to ear. It must be his antics. Nice transportation there.
Perhaps tomorrow I will find someone on stilts. I suggest peddling to school on those single wheels which you often see monkeys performing. I do not know that is called though. Make Nus a circus.
~~~~
And I had the chance to try the newly renovated Arts canteen this week. Finally! It is always packed. Opinion? The quality is still the same, and that means Engine is still my highest rated canteen! LOL! Ooh. By the way, I ate my anything mee (everything also have a bit) at my favourite "water leg mee" stall at Science today. (only chinese understand).
LOL~~~~!!!
Talking crap again. CHANGE ME!
.. In the end, I missed probably 2 buses though I was out early. Answering nature's call outside the comfort of home was 2nd nature by now. When I was finally out to cross the road, the bus came and went.
And for 3 consecutive days, I am left chasing after the fumes left by the backside of the bus. Trust me to be fuming. I could only reach school on time. And I guess my academic year's new resolution to be early for school is eluding and corroding fast.
.. I realise that finding stuff to blog is easier when I venture into unfamiliar grounds. I went to the library for research today morning, which is pretty uncharacteristic of me. Some guy was roller skating and grinning from ear to ear. It must be his antics. Nice transportation there.
Perhaps tomorrow I will find someone on stilts. I suggest peddling to school on those single wheels which you often see monkeys performing. I do not know that is called though. Make Nus a circus.
~~~~
And I had the chance to try the newly renovated Arts canteen this week. Finally! It is always packed. Opinion? The quality is still the same, and that means Engine is still my highest rated canteen! LOL! Ooh. By the way, I ate my anything mee (everything also have a bit) at my favourite "water leg mee" stall at Science today. (only chinese understand).
LOL~~~~!!!
Talking crap again. CHANGE ME!
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Cog.
I changed the music on my blog yet again. This time, you have to start the music manually using the play button located on the right under the section "Music".
The music you are hearing to is Yiruma's adapted version of Canon In D. Awfully nice.
_______
I am finding myself blogging rather infrequently. This is because nothing interesting ever goes on in my life. The cycle repeats itself and I realise I am just a cog in a wheel, running the process in a mundane manner. One day I shall lose my worth and let another cog take my place.
Boring 'o' life.
Oh my oh my. Time to sleep.
This cog needs oil to fine tune.
The music you are hearing to is Yiruma's adapted version of Canon In D. Awfully nice.
_______
I am finding myself blogging rather infrequently. This is because nothing interesting ever goes on in my life. The cycle repeats itself and I realise I am just a cog in a wheel, running the process in a mundane manner. One day I shall lose my worth and let another cog take my place.
Boring 'o' life.
Oh my oh my. Time to sleep.
This cog needs oil to fine tune.
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
她先下车了。
到了岔口,
就一定要选择转左还是转右.
。。
上了巴士,
就一定要在某站下车。
。。
天空弥漫着惆怅，
黑色里的倒影，
是窗外冰冷的夜色。
白色被黑色吞噬，
是那个女孩的眼眶。
她坐在车厢里，
默默听着随声听，
眼睛泛着泪光。
她是否。。在听着悲伤的情歌？
她是否。。心灵里缺少了星星？
她是否。。梦里还依然看见你？
可是，
她先下车了。
。。。
在悲伤的路上，
悲伤的人相遇。
然而，
悲伤的人都不会在同一个站下车。
Shit.
就一定要选择转左还是转右.
。。
上了巴士,
就一定要在某站下车。
。。
天空弥漫着惆怅，
黑色里的倒影，
是窗外冰冷的夜色。
白色被黑色吞噬，
是那个女孩的眼眶。
她坐在车厢里，
默默听着随声听，
眼睛泛着泪光。
她是否。。在听着悲伤的情歌？
她是否。。心灵里缺少了星星？
她是否。。梦里还依然看见你？
可是，
她先下车了。
。。。
在悲伤的路上，
悲伤的人相遇。
然而，
悲伤的人都不会在同一个站下车。
Shit.
Labels: Chinese Writes
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Yiruma's music.
Yiruma's music is super nice. Falling in love again. ..
If anyone is interested in music of similar genre to the music you are hearing in my blog, please contact me. I got loads of Yiruma's music.
Gosh I was so addicted that I kept thinking of going home today during lecture so that I could listen to him.
-_-
Anyway, my brother told me this very moment that he saw a job with the description, "license to print money". That's cool.
Next time I need money, I can just get him to print some for me.
$_$
If anyone is interested in music of similar genre to the music you are hearing in my blog, please contact me. I got loads of Yiruma's music.
Gosh I was so addicted that I kept thinking of going home today during lecture so that I could listen to him.
-_-
Anyway, my brother told me this very moment that he saw a job with the description, "license to print money". That's cool.
Next time I need money, I can just get him to print some for me.
$_$
Saturday, August 18, 2007
小猫咪拜访。
喵~~
"谢谢猫咪。"
“金勾勾，银勾勾，一百年，不许变!”
。。
《夜月的手》
那手牵住的手，
不真实，
就怕谈谈的余香，
会被风吹散。
然而，
风绕着铃铛玲玲作响，
心的跳动叮当叮当。
那手牵住的手，
不真实，
却像是幸福的印章。
Meow.
"谢谢猫咪。"
“金勾勾，银勾勾，一百年，不许变!”
。。
《夜月的手》
那手牵住的手，
不真实，
就怕谈谈的余香，
会被风吹散。
然而，
风绕着铃铛玲玲作响，
心的跳动叮当叮当。
那手牵住的手，
不真实，
却像是幸福的印章。
Meow.
Labels: Chinese Writes
The Season.
"Hello."
It is the season again.
Realised the more I chase after something, the more elusive it becomes. That's the dawn of realisation for me. I finally threw away the little pebbles hindering and stumping my every steps and thoughts. The letters are there, but they never stay. I need no letters. I only need what is beneath it..
hmmm...
I like the way things are going for me now. The way rain forms, the way the wind blows, the way at which the sun smiles on me is natural, not perplexing nor compelled. It's what I need indeed. A breather, a little kick and laugh out of the amazing record over my one year plus timeline.
And mild regrets, tasting a bit like wine.
It is the season again.
Realised the more I chase after something, the more elusive it becomes. That's the dawn of realisation for me. I finally threw away the little pebbles hindering and stumping my every steps and thoughts. The letters are there, but they never stay. I need no letters. I only need what is beneath it..
hmmm...
I like the way things are going for me now. The way rain forms, the way the wind blows, the way at which the sun smiles on me is natural, not perplexing nor compelled. It's what I need indeed. A breather, a little kick and laugh out of the amazing record over my one year plus timeline.
And mild regrets, tasting a bit like wine.
Friday, August 17, 2007
The letter T is missing.
Listening to Yiruma's rain has somehow awakened my dormant emotions, drowned by a mundane and passerby life. Maybe it has something to do with the night, maybe it has something to do with the music, maybe it has something to do with me again.
I am replaying the music over and over again, intoxicated by the effect it has on the cluttered pathway to my heart. The season for love is back. I checked my pulse a couple of times and I realise that it is singing to the tune of the mellow night despite its customary objections, in tandem to the blinking lights in the distance.
And no matter how many times I peer through the window, I see the same scene, yet I get a million different jumps in my body every time, the invisible spasms sending multiple sensations to me.The night scene just seems so unreal to me.
The letter T is missing.
GOsh, I am so random and complicated.
I am replaying the music over and over again, intoxicated by the effect it has on the cluttered pathway to my heart. The season for love is back. I checked my pulse a couple of times and I realise that it is singing to the tune of the mellow night despite its customary objections, in tandem to the blinking lights in the distance.
And no matter how many times I peer through the window, I see the same scene, yet I get a million different jumps in my body every time, the invisible spasms sending multiple sensations to me.The night scene just seems so unreal to me.
The letter T is missing.
GOsh, I am so random and complicated.
Labels: random
Thursday, August 16, 2007
风的回忆,
就在时间的转换站,
寂寞的路口,
我带着一箱粉红色的回忆,
背对着风吹的世界。
秋叶被散落了一地，
而星星也遗失了方向感。
我开始期待
一场浅蓝色的雨。
这就是我期盼的美丽。
你在世界的另一端，
是否像我一样，
也带着回忆去旅游？
Labels: Chinese Writes
What meaning?
Many years ago, I was told in English class during Secondary 2 to write an essay on anything. It was obviously not the gimmick "Anything", since it was not conceived at that time. It is really ANYTHING.
I started with the line, "Life is meaningless." And I ended with that.
At least, I do not have this notion now. Not anymore.
I would have started with this line, " Life has meaning."
...
Yet, I would end with that.
I have yet to find more meaning in life than acknowledging its existence.
Maybe I have more memories after 10 more years of life since secondary school.
~上课第一班~
I started with the line, "Life is meaningless." And I ended with that.
At least, I do not have this notion now. Not anymore.
I would have started with this line, " Life has meaning."
...
Yet, I would end with that.
I have yet to find more meaning in life than acknowledging its existence.
Maybe I have more memories after 10 more years of life since secondary school.
~上课第一班~
Labels: random
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
First day of School for me.
School has started and ended with little or no mishaps. I did not recall much of my day happenings except that I attended a boring lecture which ended with 3/4 of the students dozing off or not paying attention, and I gathered that was the most unfortunate event. Things got better later on as the lecture was the only academic ordeal that I had to go through today.
Lunch hour went and I found myself slipping on to the bus and off to kbox at Clementi. It has almost become a ritual which needs to be observed whenever a new semester starts and I was duly served my tidbits with Sk and Ah Pek as company. It was not a wise decision to take up the mike actually as I was still down with sore throat and plenty of phlegm running its evil call of duty. However, I was obliged as I had earlier promised Pei pei that I will join her for kbox after lunch. In the end, I left her to be with her friend while the 3 of us promptly took a room opposite hers.
Erm, I got to admit that we rather enjoyed ourselves despite my lack of form.
And I went for a run with Sk and 秋 after ktv. A refreshing run and what makes me really happy was the dinner that greets me when I got home.
4 dishes! That was the most inviting dinner that I ever had for months. My brother was the cook as he did not go for work today and the prawns, the egg with onion, the vegetable and the minced meat was really sumptuous save for the fact that it was too oily.
And my brother will soon be marrying. It will be a fact next year. However, he will be moving to a new flat and he asks me to join him. That poses a problem. Are we going to leave my aunt and Smelly Tan behind?
Impossible.
Me and my brother. I am the blackie and he's the whitey.
Lunch hour went and I found myself slipping on to the bus and off to kbox at Clementi. It has almost become a ritual which needs to be observed whenever a new semester starts and I was duly served my tidbits with Sk and Ah Pek as company. It was not a wise decision to take up the mike actually as I was still down with sore throat and plenty of phlegm running its evil call of duty. However, I was obliged as I had earlier promised Pei pei that I will join her for kbox after lunch. In the end, I left her to be with her friend while the 3 of us promptly took a room opposite hers.
Erm, I got to admit that we rather enjoyed ourselves despite my lack of form.
And I went for a run with Sk and 秋 after ktv. A refreshing run and what makes me really happy was the dinner that greets me when I got home.
4 dishes! That was the most inviting dinner that I ever had for months. My brother was the cook as he did not go for work today and the prawns, the egg with onion, the vegetable and the minced meat was really sumptuous save for the fact that it was too oily.
And my brother will soon be marrying. It will be a fact next year. However, he will be moving to a new flat and he asks me to join him. That poses a problem. Are we going to leave my aunt and Smelly Tan behind?
Impossible.
Me and my brother. I am the blackie and he's the whitey.
Stupidity.
I apologise for being absent for such a long time. Suffered food poisoning just last week and was down with a couple of small illness. In addition, I was suffering from "blogging depression", a term coined by me to sufficiently describe my reluctance to address the audience here. I had a lot to blog about, yet I was distracted by my own vice. I kept on having this sickening thought there has not been enough interest generated in this blog, and I could see no point blogging.
Someone asked me what was my purpose of blogging. Was it a private outlet to vent your frustrations and whine, or was it a public place where secrets are bared and no longer secret? I chose the latter, because I wanted to let people know and read about me. In the end, my blog probably became too intrusive into my personal life. Am I steering my blog in the correct direction? Is the content too inappropriate?
Well, I decide what I want.
Feel absolutely stupid to be pondering over such stuff.
And this will be the first post of the day.
Someone asked me what was my purpose of blogging. Was it a private outlet to vent your frustrations and whine, or was it a public place where secrets are bared and no longer secret? I chose the latter, because I wanted to let people know and read about me. In the end, my blog probably became too intrusive into my personal life. Am I steering my blog in the correct direction? Is the content too inappropriate?
Well, I decide what I want.
Feel absolutely stupid to be pondering over such stuff.
And this will be the first post of the day.
Wednesday, August 01, 2007
Mr Smelly tan and his righteous boy
Mr Smelly tan is the one of the most interesting characters in my life though he is a person of few words.
Today, I went downstairs to ask him to come up and he followed me up obediently like a meek zombie. At the rate I am going, I am soon going to feel like a shepherd leading lost sheep. Anyway, the description of him being a zombie is not exaggerating since he always drag his feet as his movements are retarded due to an ailing body mechanism.
During the lift ride, I questioned whether he is going to continue to sleep through his entire life and I told him harshly that he does not have many more good years to live. He stays muted.
When I reached my unit and opened the door for him to come in, my aunt who was barely asleep rushed out of her room and started ranting at the top of the voice and forbid him to come in. None of my business as I retreated to my room for some quiet. As usual Mr smelly tan is muted.
I bid my time till my aunt was sound asleep and I crept out of the house again to fetch Mr Smelly tan back home. WHen I went over to where he was sitting, he looked at me with his usual dazed look and i had to strike him out of that daze by telling to go up.
He replied " Thought she does not want me to go back?"
I said " She's asleep."
Meekly, he started to follow my trail again.
~~~
Much much later, when he has bathed and lying on the ground in his room, I went up to him and addressed him as
“没用的人~”
He acknowledged by asking "what". Hence I handed him a ten dollars note because my brother instructed me to do so. No thanks, he just offered his hand to relieve me of that 10 dollars note's weight.
Bet he must have been pleased with the payout because he went out in less than 10minutes after the deal has been done and announced that he will be sleeping downstairs.
I guess the bences downstairs is more comfy.
Today, I went downstairs to ask him to come up and he followed me up obediently like a meek zombie. At the rate I am going, I am soon going to feel like a shepherd leading lost sheep. Anyway, the description of him being a zombie is not exaggerating since he always drag his feet as his movements are retarded due to an ailing body mechanism.
During the lift ride, I questioned whether he is going to continue to sleep through his entire life and I told him harshly that he does not have many more good years to live. He stays muted.
When I reached my unit and opened the door for him to come in, my aunt who was barely asleep rushed out of her room and started ranting at the top of the voice and forbid him to come in. None of my business as I retreated to my room for some quiet. As usual Mr smelly tan is muted.
I bid my time till my aunt was sound asleep and I crept out of the house again to fetch Mr Smelly tan back home. WHen I went over to where he was sitting, he looked at me with his usual dazed look and i had to strike him out of that daze by telling to go up.
He replied " Thought she does not want me to go back?"
I said " She's asleep."
Meekly, he started to follow my trail again.
~~~
Much much later, when he has bathed and lying on the ground in his room, I went up to him and addressed him as
“没用的人~”
He acknowledged by asking "what". Hence I handed him a ten dollars note because my brother instructed me to do so. No thanks, he just offered his hand to relieve me of that 10 dollars note's weight.
Bet he must have been pleased with the payout because he went out in less than 10minutes after the deal has been done and announced that he will be sleeping downstairs.
I guess the bences downstairs is more comfy.
Labels: Mr Smelly Tan and his boy.
