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Labels: memory
Labels: memory
Labels: expression, huayu, memory
Labels: memory
Labels: memory
Labels: expression, memory
Labels: memory
Labels: memory
Labels: expression, memory
In a time when everyone is feeling stressed, i felt nothing.
perhaps maf reminded me of my old pains, my sorrows, worries.
things that meant to me more, even if foolishly so.
i wonder if things were presented too early.
but its all okay.
Ikimonogakari takes the feeling further today, with their new double A side single yell/joyful.
im bringing yell here in advance, though i intend to share it at a later and more appropriate time.
its easy to understand, its easy to feel.
it may sound classic.
but she sang a song so close to my heart.
and they gave me a video, so closely relevant, related.
i will sing a song of goodbye, a yell for our dreams, softly.
when our time comes, i know, i will.
Ongoing constructions
9:45 PMconstructions are obstructions, but can give much amazement too.
a tall crane appears.
taken from atop the highest floor, yet it climbs higher than the highest.
and while that doesnt affect unless some cataclysmic crane collapse on hdb occurs,
the inconvenience spreads elsewhere.
like blocking out the whole carpark so that cars cannot pass.
the little pavement behind the block was seemingly abit too spacious, and so the ingenious workers came up with the great plan to allow traffic flow.
see the highlighted red part?
Cars are diverted up the ramp by the workers 
then travel across the pavement and out to the other end.
howcool. i wish i could drive a car behind that block.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
nightlights: orange and white.
12:04 AMstaring across the wide expressway,
the lights have changed.
a usual warm orange, replaced by a cold, almost sinister white.
ahh, why the change?
it looks weird to me when my usual window scene changes.
id wish i wasnt limited by my camera.
PS: The result of a long exposure? streaks of light by running cars~
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Mandarin
12:41 AM用华语作为表达方式，早已浮现在脑海中，却时时刻刻抛到后脑。
人生如此短暂，孔子名言 “三十而立。。” 想加个十八而争取。
继续的 “四十而不惑” 值得某人关注。
是否完全不受外界诱惑? 人本来各有千秋，思想成熟也可是视为长处。
看来自己更需充分了解，累积岁月的经验。
或许才能摆脱沉迷的魔爪。
缺乏信心，因而防止一句“拭目以待”。
... ... ...
考试来临，分考卷， 收考卷。
根本不似人们所谓的里程碑。
因筹备功夫疏忽，墨水不足，
想着问题，拿起钢笔答卷，就如写遗书。
... ... ...
天，突然变黑。
雨，紧紧跟着乌云的背后。
我，紧紧跟着你们的背后。
雨水虽透过防火衣，温暖已钻入内心。
我好喜欢这似乎完美的假象，
我好渴望大家梦想起飞的那一刻， 走出国土不再是妄想。
我好珍惜照到的过去，目前苦中之乐。
明日，即将变成今日，昨日，往事。
我却依然想着明日的快乐。
明日，可以回顾往事。
... ... ...
六颗星星悬挂黑夜中。
在巴士上，偶然经过当日的白色巨塔。
那时，一颗星在天空中闪耀。
短暂的幸福，感到可惜或自豪？
交话当中，显然不曾拥有，却早已失去。
那痴情的语气，真令人惊叹，同时羡慕，嫉妒。
人非圣贤，孰能无过。
可一再错过？
条件，并非不足，然而事发条件却是关键。
“伸出右手，摘下夜里的星星。”
保留，寻梦。
... ... ..
人的牵挂，思念，感情，思想，以文字表达，显得长久。
还请读者见谅。
Sunday, September 13, 2009
slack
10:00 PMim slacking, and i sometimes wonder if i can help it?
id like to blame everything around me. and myself.
then your voice rings again.
See. blame everyone.
sigh. i remembered how much salt u'd take out of personality quizzes.
retook my MBTI [ Myers-Briggs Type Indicator ] to see how id fare after all these years
i remembered him saying, how people will change?
its tough, i suppose.
edging here and there, shifting a little,
the world changed? or we knew ourselves better?
be the latter.
putting through results into the analysis feed proved no shock.
the things we wanted to hear, the things our hearts voiced, the things the mirrors shall reflect.
^^ i dont mind advising people to take up the MBTI.
http://www.humanmetrics.com/cgi-win/JTypes2.asp
and a short link to where u can analyse those results
http://www.keirsey.com/handler.aspx?s=keirsey&f=fourtemps&tab=1&c=overview
ohwell. econs fly away.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
kite
11:49 PMatop the open green space,
the free people unwind chords.
strings attached to its motifs, their feet ran.
pulling, a lift underneath,
it picked up and spread its wings.
up and above they went.
a beautiful sight, a carefree heart.
never forgetting the little speech.
smile, to know an answer to a place.
ache, to wonder if it was even a valid dream.
to share a dream, or to have already flown high.
sitting on the grass, realizing how much i longed.
longed to fly the kite.
A drink
11:21 PMA patron entered a cafe, and sat down.
residing, somewhere far away in a lofty corner, unforgotten, a cup of ice lemon tea.
on another tabletop, visible, yet only imaginable, some black coffee.
close, near, a different way, a cup of ice blended caramel coffee.
even more distant, faintly squinting, a dollar coin atop the can of chrysanthemum?
a realistic glance, an acknowledging sigh.
pick up the milk and to take a next sip.
falling down
6:29 PMfall down, feel it burn.
a scratch, some tear, and scars.
fearlessness?
speeding down a path of no return.
turn breaks dont work, they merely pull one onto a ground.
to learn, is there not but the hard way?
yet prophecy dictates a bigger fall.
and foolishness? i glide on towards it.
hurt, over and over. to learn?
today i kissed the asphalt again.
Monday, September 7, 2009
phy lecture is..
11:44 AMphy is so much fun.
A burnt brain, after sitting sorely through 2hrs.
He stands in front, slightly wasted, not many listening indeed.
A mock bunny, pestering for a first glance?! Hah, when it be read twice a day? ~.~
New inspirations arrive, limited by my battery life.
Till then, catch a mouse~
Saturday, September 5, 2009
nothing
12:15 AMnothing much, nothing more, nothing done.
a post that meant nothing.
was the only value held of nothing?
nothing, they had been.
nothing of a start to begin.
no emotions? nothing of meaning
where something times nothing will give nothing.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
nightsky
10:58 PMa sky littered with stars,
from a cot, an outreach,
little small hands that stretch.
a vast black canvas,
pretty, they had filled up a void.
from their faraway places.
they gave shining hope.
giggling as it stubby fingers grasped the air in its room,
stars shine, periodically.
too far to pull down, too far to hug,
and yet they become its relief from the swaying branches, the whirring sounds of wind, the silhouette figures of clothing.
guiding, like a lullaby, so it could sleep, sleep in peace.
someday, the stars will disappear,
but new ones will blink brightly in place,
to substitute the light.
yet, it shall grow up to know,
the lustre of stars will only so be affixed outside,
that the diamond ring so advertised by jewellery shops will never match in equalled stardom.
unless its mama lifted it high enough,
a baby cried, dissatisfied only to stare at a nightsky.
grow, until the day a meteor shower falls.