Happenings

Let it rain~~~

The night was dark, humid, and chilly, with clusters of cloud congregating at the far end of the sky. I felt the tempest in brew. The deep and thick blackness enshrouded the spire of a nearby church, which shone in the moonlight with a shimmering skin of light, utterly vulnerable as it was about to be swallowed up by the surrounding darkness. S crawled alone along a desolate lane unhurriedly. She knew the storm was coming, but somehow this time she chose not to budge.

The first few drops of rain pelted on her "claw", the coldness of which snapped her train of thoughts. She stared blindly at the glittering drops of rain splattered on her shell, shaking involuntarily with the rhythm of the pelting rain. Her claw was stinged...

A flash of lightning tore the sky apart. S felt her shell cracking. It was only her heart, but that was what she realized later. Almost the end, she thought, scooping out the soil soaked with rainwater with her two powerful claws. S was about to be home.

The silence of the air startled her and made her shiver with sadness. It had nothing to do with the rain, nothing to do with the day, nothing to do with her den, but everything to do with her self. She is a S, being a S means being merciless, but she could not even make it clear who to blame for her "plight", or a minor misfortune----her nature told her it was H, but her heart told her it was herself.

That is the dillemma of being a S----if you are not strong enough to suit the name, you fortune is inverted; but if you are strong enough to be relentless, you have to bring yourself along a long journey, with mutual hurting as the destination. The result is hard to behold, but it is impossible to look away...

S decided to face it. It was expected, she falsely reassured herself. Unlike charges can attract, but they can never remain neutral forever. One of them has to be discharged, and the one is S.

One scoop, two scoops, three scoops...

S was home.

She was in. She is now out.

A Thorn in the Flesh

Cheer up lah..............

These days we learn about Cold War. The fact that the prosperous West Burlin being a thorn in the flesh in the communist-dominated East Germany did not strike me as odd.

There will always be thorns, as far as there are differences. And, there are always differences. So the fate is sealed: there are thorns.

A cone in a paper bag can inflict great hurt. What about a number of cones lying together in a bag? Will the bag be pierced through? The pressure will decrease for sure, since the surface area increases. The hurt is not that much.

So, a cone should be with cones, so the piercing part does not hurt.

By the same token, when the cone is inside a paper bag, it should fell its sharp part and turn to a cylinder, so it does not hurt, either.

Then the East Germany will not feel the hurt...

Phoenix

Born out of the fire, glaring amidst glints, shining after tortures, crying for the most valiant,

Phoenix fights for its life; she fights out of a life.

It is a time for Phoenix

Breathe and Take a Ride

Life is like a roller coaster now: one moment you wallow at the plight of your misfortune, another moment you become unfazed by what could have burned you up. Not only one's mood becomes volatile like a beaker of alcohol vaporising in the open air; one's mind is go whirling from one polar to another, without suitable reasons to account for all these changes. Could all these be the symptoms of distress? Should not be. The real slaughter is yet to begin. But I have heard the sounds of knife-sharpening and smelt a scent of sordid death right there waiting to cloak us all.

The gravity of being a graduating student really sinks in. For the first time in my life, I begin to use a timetable and really keep my schedule for more than two weeks. My life is more organised that way, with every hour being alloted to perform diffrent tasks. This rids me of the confusion of thinking over what to do for the next day and motivates me to go on even when my mood goes from the zenith to the nadir.

In the new year, I begin to learn more and more about the limitations of myself that have lurked unobserved previously. Instead of mourning and pitying about them, I set to view them in a new light. Maybe it is my fortune to view my weakness in such a positive light, or maybe it is just a disguised excuse that I seek for myself; I prefer it to be the former.

My seniors' JC results were released someday last week. Disappointment was the basic mood while resignation took the second fiddle. Competition is so intense that it is hard for us scholars to get a footing; a strong, firm, unwavering footing. The situation for 2009 is just as formidable: one has to move on or one will drift back.

With more and more issues in my hands at the same time, I take a joy in juggling my life. Sometimes it is really hard to strike a balance between study and life; sometimes you just get engrossed in the task you are doing and all other worries are pushed back. Sometimes you find solace in the peace of a balmy night; sometimes you are plagued by inexorable anxiety that encroaches on your heart.

No matter what Sec4 life has in store for me, I will sail ahead; no matter what kind of tempest I will face, I will fight through; no matter how many times bitterness dominates my heart, I will always find the way out--the way directing to my dream, against all odds.

Nice sleep, babe.