Memories of the Wind.
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Little Play
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Little Brown and his left over waste.
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Little Brown Happying on the ten point star.
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Little White. Reminds me of Whitey Chan.
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Little White posing with Mini Moo sweet. A real Moo Moo will pose with Little White if possible after camp.
Hello and GOodbye for now.
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Beary cute.
Haa.. Anyway this is a picture of the (四大才子) talented bears that are taking too much of my bed space.
There are actually 8 bears resting on my bed now. Gosh, I need to get my sex checked. I am behaving like a little gal. Ahahaa.
ps:
left from right:
Kon, La la, Stitch, Ding Dang.
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Whitey-chan~~ Whee!!!
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She is called Wendy. A cute little girl but lonely. (Oops. too lazy to rotate the picture already.)
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Hence, she got herself a little dog. The dog is called Whitey-chan.
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Ahh. Cute Whitey-chan. Cute.
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Whitey-chan likes Beni. Yeah.
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Whitey-chan loves to read and write. Loves the way knowledge makes him giddy.
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Whitey-chan likes strolling.
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Whitey-chan is still strolling.
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Say bye bye to Whitey-chan as we go away.
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Elmo loves Whitey-chan. Sun-tanning is fun. Whitey-chan just don't get black, because he is Whitey-chan.
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Absolutely crazy. I was having a field day because my colleagues are all in a meeting and I was the only one free. Free. Free. Free. Too free.
Free to let my imagination roam.
And the double Ws came into mind. Wendy and Whitey-chan.
Whitey-chan is going to travel places soon.
Thank you for your kind patience and hope Whitey-chan will meet you all soon. BYEEE.
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
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？
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Labels: art
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
My quote.
Most I have forgotten, but I still remember one or two.
Two~
1. Never give a beggar money. They will take your money to buy a bigger tin.
2. The idiot is the one who think too much.
I penned one recently.
Nothing is too difficult to handle if you get the better of time.
And I do believe one can be a master of time. - beni.
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But I feel like a slave to time now.
Sunday, April 08, 2007
Love your rice.
There are a few lines from the book that really made rice out to be the most delicious food in the world. And how apt it is. Adapted :"I thought about what a wonderful thing it is to eat rice. First you let the smell drift up in lazy spirals, sweet and elusive; then you look at the colour of it, softer and whiter than the surrounding steam. Carefully you put a steamful of it into your mouth, and feel each grain separate on your tongue, firm and warm."
OooOo. Never has rice been so gingerly treated and warmly thought of, at least not by me, nor most Singaporeans, I will presume. The security of a home, the stability of 3 meals, and the promise of a future, and the sense of love is mostly within reach by Singaporeans. Hence, it is small wonder that people start to be more wasteful.
Hmm.. In deep thoughts~~~Not many people get to eat rice, rice which is abundant in Singapore yet scarce in other countries living in poverty.
We really should cherish our rice more.
In addition, looking at my mum, who really wants to eat rice, yet can't, I can't help but love my rice.
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zzz. I seldom read nowadays, if not for my tuition kid who insisted on lending me this book.
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
Love in the cards
Below is a work by me that was my own version of Love in the cards. The words are original. As for the 2nd pic, it was an excerpt from the original work.
