Goodbye

"If something you treasure so much, you should fight for it."

June is yet to come, but I am expecting December. I will leave, leaving off so many things behind. This June Holiday is crucial for my December. Maybe this can be kind of motivation. I must make good use of it:)

These days, more and more things happened. I never feel more like a wild plant, surviving in a harsh yet breautiful environment. To be really tough, I really have to grow up. Why torture or debase myself?:)

From now on, I am going to work hard:):):)

There are some things to be remembered. I put them down here, but they are already in my heart:)

#1: Work hard and concentrate.
#2: Visualise your December every night before you sleep.
#3: Have faith in what you live for. It is beautiful~
#4: Don't deceive yourself.
#5: Emotions cannot be forced.
#6: Increase the frequency yet keep the amplitude low.
#7: Love life. It is so pleasant.
#8: Treasure what you have and treat what you can never have with a laugh.
#9: Wait.
#10: Knock the door at the right moment. It will open for you.

I 've got to work really hard now.

December...December...

I am coming.

Lian Yie

Lele

What are you doing to my plant?>;(

I feel so sad for the coconut. How you broke her heart by ignoring her...

You look absent-minded. Do you miss your mother? Are you crying?

Under much of my nagging, my mum finally sent me the photos of Lele, the two-month-old baby dog. She looks old for her age, though. See, she can even challenge the coconut! What boldness!

We used to have a male dog also named as Lele. That time I was still around to "manage the household". Now I am not around anymore, but I believe the house is more peaceful without me, though it maybe a bit dull. The only way of "remote control" is through e-mail, which is for the most of the time one-directional: from my mum&dad to me.

Why do we have a female dog this time? The reason is very simple. Last time we experienced a grueling period when the male Lele was in rut. Even my dad had to tighten the leash when a female dog came into Lele's vision. For a liberal spirit like him who preferred walking dog off-leash, it was a gut-running horror----for me, my sister, and my most responsible mum who adamantly denounces promiscuity(am I making it too serious?). That was also the first time I got to know that desire of an animal was practically and biologically unquenchable.

Another reason why my mum used to grouse a lot was on dog food. Male Lele used to be very open-minded when it came to food: bun, bread, hot dog, and sometimes pork chop----you threw it, he ate it. After a while, he became fickle and pickish----only hot dog could make him move his butt. If you as usual threw a bun, he would straighten up his neck and sniff it, then lower his "dog-head" down again. There was another problem on hot dog that irked my mum. My sister and I were always the competitors for food with Lele when it came to hot dog. Last time the hot dog was in vacuum package. During a nap we would sneak out of the bedroom and snatch one or two hot dogs from the kitchen shelves. The number of packaged hot dog was decimated ever since, which attracted my mum's attention. The solution of the "filching problem" was disturbing: no more hot dogs in my house. What about Lele then? The pickish Lele!

Another headache for dog-lovers is toilet-training. You need to have patience to repeat over and over again to correct what has been wrongly done. You also have to bear with the foul smell when something goes awry. Moreover, in the beginning you have to demonstrate: lead the dog to the toilet, point at the mini-toilet bowl, and "peel banana", "sit on your knees"----the demonstration was done. Even this could not make sure he would remember, so every time you go to the toilet, you have to beckon your pet to go with you and "see":<

However, everything was difficult before it became easy. See, though my mum used to have so many complaints about dogs in general which greatly ached my ears, she is now always talking about Lele(female) when she's on the phone with me.

And I always say in the end:" Hand the speaker to Lele. I have a few words with her."

The next moment I would hiss in the speaker:" Lele! Bite my mum! Now!"

Of course she never obeys...

Filming+PTC+Eat with the family Day

It has been such a tired morning, but it was really fun!
Filming started at 8:30. Everyone was nervous at the beginning. We stuttered a lot and sometimes swallowed our words. Being a director was not easy. Choosing the scenes, organising actors/actress, noting the light intensity, balancing the schedules. The morning was really running very tight. Thanks to the good cooperation I finished my job by 11:3o. I cannot be an actress----once being in the film for so long, I lose my footing in reality.

PTC was running quite smoothly. Mr Tan had a lot of work to do, so I was not there to disturb him. From Sec1 to Sec4 every student was so nervous with their parents, as if it was the first time they had ever walked with them. I did not get back my report book, since I had already known my results. (For the faint-hearted please navigate away)This Mid-year was quite a breakthrough for me: I got my first A1 for English. It was pure luck, since I happened to be interested in American politics and read quite a lot on Obama, which came out in comprehension paper. There was regret, too, for my combined humanities. I did not do well for Social Studies. Mrs Sabar's comment was touching. She really knows me, against all odds:)

This afternoon I will patronise the JE Library. It will be a great time ahead. In the evening, I will dine with my "family". Yurou and Mary are also going with us:D

One great news: WJ has passed his driving test! Remeber him?

Oh, by the way. Jason W is taking the four-o-clock flight back to China. I will miss him.

P.S. I am reading "The Appeal" now. A superb work on trial and justice.

I am...

Today is Dragon Boat Festival, but I didn't have time to eat Zongzi.
Our supper is glutinous dumplings, I talked over the phone for too long and missed the meal.
It was after roll-call time, the security guard and the duty person were driving me out of the computer room, yet after seeing my morose face, they gave me an extra half-hour.
If you are unhappy, can you keep pretending?

Negative thoughts are dangerous. They do not suit me.
"They are unhealthy. Keep away from them."my mum always says.
"Do you know a person who is super narcissistic can be at the same time super self-deprecating?"I asked her.
She said it was not necessary.
But whoever knows it may be true.
At least for once.
And I hit the "jackpot"?

"Don't use expletives, it is not good."my deskmate told me.
"Do you think I want to?" I queried her.
Tolerance is key. I used to motivate myself like this.
But whoever knows? It may be the poison you are using to numb your freezing senses.
At least for once?
And I hit the "jackpot".

I like busy days.
They keep me busy that my brain cannot function otherwise.
So I fend off all the nonsense, which I label as "self-judgement" and "mature thoughts".
I dread leisure time.
When you are numbed in superficial bliss you are hurt by tugging pain.
When you close your eyes and you see the scenes.
You shout:"get out! Go to the dogs!"
Then you remember you are supposed to be tolerant.
Beyond any reasons.

Debate.
Translation.
Video filming and directing.
PTC.
Report.
Zi Gengdi.
English.
Soul.

"Why do you push yourself so hard?" a voice said.
"You are such a human dynamo." came another one.
"You know what you are living for."
"You are...for your age."

I'm....?
I know fully well~
There is no need for reminders.

Rain or sun, I shall keep living for the air.
My space..

Forever and Always

Sec 4 seniors!

President and Vice-Ps:D

ALVIN (new President) and "the tigress"

Fag(Zi Jing) and "plus one"(Jia Yi).

Max(funny man) and Jocelyn~

Hooo. The last day for CCA. What a feeling!

"All is well that ends well" is the only sentence that I can describe my 1.5-year CCA journey. When I was a newbie in Estella Administration, the life was difficult. Language difficulty added with cultural difference topped by striving for acceptance and recognition, it was a hard journey initially to take on. All were poured upon me at the same time, when I was still a fledging and yet to harden my wings. Fortunately I have Ms Koh, a real friend beyond everything.

I could not remember all the strugglings before I became a member of EDC, nor could I remember the helpless first few months feeling like a grass in the wind without anything to cling on. When I began to have senses, I was already a part of the picture, in a place I was not familiar.

How it came to an end was all that matters. All is well that ends well. However, it will be forever a mystery to me why everything is not understood till the very end. May our graduation be the same? Or will the "end" never come? Or do I really care, that much, about what is actually fatalistic?

Until the very last day, we sat in the PizzaHut, you looked at me and I looked at you, you knew me and I knew you. But why didn't this come earlier?

It's just not the time yet...

Ok, I will wait, till I graduate, which will be in six months.

Sec4 fellow seniors, we eleven are linked together, willingly and unwillingly, knowingly and unknowingly, let's all hope each other a great venture ahead. Jocelyn, Vanessa, Zi Jing and Yoke Ting, hope to join you in the same Junior College:) Joey, may you find your passion and strive for it. I am waiting to see you shine:P

Sec1 juniors, you are the most hardworking batch of drama members. I really like you very much. Rebbeca, you sing very well. Min Han, keep striving and working hard for your goals. Carmel, you never fail to make us smile. From you guys, I see the future of Nan Hua.

Sarah, thanks for the photo and heartwarming messages. You are one of them who stand with me all along. I really appreciate it. Jocelyn and Michelle, thanks for the cute cards, too. You make very inspiring friends when I come to know it.

Oh, Sec3 juniors, thank you for the medal:) It's great to be remembered!

Sec2 juniors, haha, may you grow up soon:D

Actually, I cannot think of why you sing "Forever and Always" for us today. Anyway, I like it.

Thank you and good bye.

Sure I will miss you, against all odds:)

P.S. When I stepped out again today, you were not there anymore. Maybe we are the same, we are all the prisoners of TIME.

Forever & Always
Once upon a time
I believe it was a Tuesday when I caught your eye
We caught onto something,
I hold on to the night
You looked me in the eye and told me you loved me
Were you just kidding
cause it seems to me
This thing is breaking down we almost never speak
I don’t feel welcome anymore,
baby what happened please tell me
Cause one second it was perfect and now you’re half way out the door

[Chorus]And I stare at the phone and he still hasn’t called
And you feel so low you can’t feel nothin at all
And you flash back to when he said forever and always
Ohh ohhh
And it rains in your bedroom everything is wrong
It rains when you’re here and it rains when you’re gone
Cause I was there when you said forever and always
Was I out of line
did I say something way too honest
That made you run and hide, like a scared little boy
I looked into your eyes;
thought I knew you for a minute now I’m not so sure
So here’s to everything
coming down to nothing
Here’s to silence, that cuts me to the core
Where is this going,
thought I knew for a minute but I don’t anymore

[Chorus]And I stare at the phone and he still hasn’t called
And you feel so low you can’t feel nothing at all
And you flash back to when he said forever and always

And it rains in your bedroom, everything is wrong
It rains when you’re here and it rains when you’re gone
Cause I was there when you said forever and always

You didn’t mean it baby.

Heal

Alex can sing all Westlife's songs.
That was an amazing discovery for me today.

HEAL(Nick Jarl/ Savan)
Even though you’re near me
I need you far away
To be an ocean
To build another wave

I’ll be broken and i know it
But i just can’t seem to find
Another way

Though you want to
Though you try to
You can’t stop the rain
For the first time
It’s not you
Who can heal me

I need some distance
To find another road
It’s not so easy
Sorrow’s such a heavy load

I’ll be broken and i’ll show it
But i’m gonna have to live
Without you here

Poets say as time decays
Broken souls will mend
But june will come around again
So my sorrow’s gonna end

But it’s not you
Who’ll heal me
But it’s not you
Heal me

Pieces

1. We were dragging our feet towards Music A.
We were not to play the piano, but to practice oral(under my sister's coercion, of course).
"You know, you look like you are half-dead!"
That's my sister. She gave me a stern scowl.
"Wrong...I am fully dead."
"I spank you!"She feigned being enraged.
"Hmm...hmm." I noticed something yet remained silent.
"KUANGCHANG!"
That was my sister.
She bumped into a fire extinguisher.
I strolled along and spank her with my oral book.
"Spankable bottom..."I mumbled and made sure it was loudable enough to be heard.
The next moment.
We were dragging our feet towards Music A.
I was wearing that same dead expression.
My sister was waiting...for a chance to~

2. "Mdm Yong cooked curry chicken for us! It was all eaten up! You know, the bowl was this big! This big!"
That was my junior. He was geticulating on all fours.
I glanced at him and then around at other people dining in the canteen.
And I chose to focus on my beef, a wise move judging from the circumferences.
"You know? You know?"He was as loud as my dad~>:(
"Hmm, good...she must be very good at cooking~"
"How about you?"
"???"
"You don't know how to cook curry chicken?"He was genuinely appalled for no apparent reasons.
"@#$%^&!"
"Oh...I thought you know everything...so clever~"
Coldness...goose bumps...spasmatic muscular contractions...hairs stand-on-end.

3. I was eating an ice stick in the TV Room.
My sister was reading at a table near my sofa.
"What's that?"
"Ice stick~"I knew well how to arouse her appetite.
So I flashed the colourful package in front of her eyes, which were overflown with envy and unjustified anticipation.
"Can I have one?"
"One what?"
"One bite~"she stuck out a finger to indicate how small the bite would be.
"Nope..."
"ERRRMMM??"
"You know?"I was acting mysterious,"You will get swine flu...Mr Tan told us not to share food."
She squinted at me from the corner of her eyes to show her despise.
"Reasonable." I thought as I licked at the multi-coloured ice stick, enjoying every bite of the chill.

She was eying me...adamant and persistent.
"I will give you the last bite, ok?"I was overpowered by my commiseration.
Again...
She squined at me from the corner of her eyes to show her despise.
"Hmm, reasonable...reasonable."
I am a good person, but maybe not a good sister.

No. I am good~

A Better Place

Ivy wants to go to a better place. She needs a pair of shoes. Once a fairy told her the most important things for a woman were a pair of shoes that could bring her to a better place. Ivy remembers. But she could not find what her heart desires.

Ivy climbs over a mountain and sees the sea on the other side. She says to herself," I wish to go to the sea."

Ivy goes for the sea yet is marooned on a desolate island. She is among different tribes and cannot decide which one to join, so she sets up the "I" tribe.

Ivy despairs over the "better place" but never forgets her old wishes. "I need another pair of shoes," she thinks.

Ivy is walking and every step is like walking on the knife tip. She looks up and sees the monkeys laughing. She looks down and sees her toes bleeding.

Ivy throws a stone at the monkeys. Then another. Then another...The monkeys keep laughing. She feels drained out.

An albatross flies over the island and drops a message in the bottle in the near sea.

"My letter!" Ivy cries," Finally it comes! Someone is saving me."

"You will get a pair of shoes," the note reads," but before that, you have to learn to walk on the knife." Ivy nodds. She is waiting for that day to come.

RE: Korean version V.S Taiwanese prototype

If you step into the TV Room at some ungodly time you will go berserk.

Yesterday I happened to watch the blockbuster Korean version of "Meteor Garden" and had a heart attack. It is genuinely hurting to see the original Taiwanese version has been changed into such a "masterpiece" of superficiality. Admittedly, the scenes are more dazzling in the Korean version with all those sumptuous parties and breathtaking views, which are just traditional features of most Korean dramas to "nurture the eyes of the audience". If you watch the Taiwanese version and judge from the current standard of modernity, you will not find anything impressive. In fact, you might think the male protagonist's house like a hotel room "in construction" and his bathing robe as something your father also wears, let alone the outdated Nokia phones used by the main characters. However, if you really want to compare the two versions, the Taiwanese one definitely will win out.

As for the plot, the original one is very long and slow paced, which has the benefit to show the emotions and the "changes" of emotions in a very detailed and believable way. Yesterady when I watched how one scene jumped to another without any elaboration, I doubted the producer over-estimated the number of nodes of Ranviers in our nerve cells.

As for the acting, I quite approve of the Jin Sicao in the Korean version, though I am not sure she always grasps the real feelings of the female antagonist. Like in the party, when she was dancing with Zhi hou, she was superfluous with her joy and was beaming all the way! On the contrary, Xu Xiyuan reveals a more subtle and reticent character of oriental women, which makes her acting more natural and professional. As for the males, I admit all the four flowers in the Korean version are handsome, but once again, they are more suitable to be idols than actors. F4 in the Taiwanese version actually had never received any professional acting training when they were casted, yet their bearing and abilities to emphasize made them shine without borders.

Both versions have ample use of flashbacks and music. The images from the Korean version are definitely more beatific and more suitable to make into bedroom posters. However, since the emotions are not amply shown yet just flashing past, the impact of those scenes is greatly abated. To be honest, though the marine vessel in the Taiwanese version is so dilapidated and the dancing hall so perfunctorily furbished, I still like it for its genuineness. Moreover, I like the music in the Taiwanese Meteor Garden more!

As the Chinese saying goes," one is always most impressed with the first person he meets in a party". If you really like the Korean Meteor Garden, there is nothing to be sorry about. However, if you are really interested in the plot and want to have a proper meal instead of instant noodles, I sincerely recommend you go and watch the Taiwanese version.

Sane...

I suddenly realise that I am not an ultimate mugger, there is a person actually posting five new vocabs daily online. Puff...since your job is to post them, at least I can plagiarise them. As for the copyright...sorry.

1. atruism: unselfish thoughts 2. dubious: doubtful 3. egoism: self-centered(ness) 4. pivotal: important, decisive 5. tantamount: equivalent to

1. alleviate: to relieve, lessen 2. assimilate: absorb mentally; adjust 3. clad: dressed 4. palatable: agreeable 5. telegenic: related to televised image (TV, videos, music)

1. burgeoning: to grow or develop quickly 2. demographic: arithmetical; numerical 3. impunity: freedom; exemption from punishment 4. overwrought: extremely/excessively excited or agitated 5. vanguard: forefront; leader

1. amalgam: a mixture or combination 2. bona fide: genuine; honest 3. effigy: dummy 4. feckless: ineffective; incompetent 5. reconciliation: reestablishment

1. annihilation: utter destruction 2. austere: serious; strict; uncompromising; 3. paradox: a seemingly contradictory statement that might be true 4. syncretic: reconciliation of two principles into one environment 5. venerate: to regard or treat with reverence

Oh man, I will frequent your blog this June holiday...

East & West

I have been here for more than one and a half years, yet it is quite a routined life confined in the West. Since the school is in the west and I am not a wanderlust, for the most of the time I still stay in my 10 square-foot room. In more recent days I break the record of going East thrice within one month. It may sound completely unimpressive, but for a home-hooked, pillow-hugging and a standard bookworm like me, it is a totally different story.

Pasir Ris and Bedok for last month, Expo and Tanah Merah for these days, all these east territories attracted me intentionally or unintentionally like a magnet(if there are east and west poles). Singapore's terrain is quite similar, you will not feel like going to a totally different place from east to west. On the contrary, MRTs with almost the same outlook and overhead bridges with the same flowers planted on them have created quite a homogenous look for this "Garden City". I remember when the bus drove us back from Malaysia last summer(are there four seasons?), I could feel the breathing of the land here: the same overhead bridges, the same conduits for the rain water, the same roadsigns with white words on green backdrop, and the same broad and clean streets. That was totally different from Malaysia, a country more resemblant to China where you can see bare highways with clouds of weird shapes.

In Singapore, even the east and west are the same. One good point for this is that you will never lose your ways. In case you do not know your way, you can always move your lips to ask. Here, people are much simpler so worries about being abducted by human traffickers are almost unnecessary. As a result, I grow bolder with time. No matter it is an old man going for his morning jogging, a savvy-looking businessman or a maid walking a labrador, for most of the time they are willing to get you where you want to go. What a convenience!

However, being much more familiar with the west, I still find here more hospitable. When M&D came here last June holiday, and we went off at Clementi after a tired day-out at Central, it was quite a mutual feeling that we were home. Walking at night is scary, especially if you refer to the night-time incidents in San Francisco. Yet in here you just feel safe.

Though in east there are more entertainments, I think I still prefer west. However I cannot deny that the white sand beach at seaside is bewitching.

Wait~If I have to buy a house, that will be in Bishan~~~Why? Because of...haha:)

Fishing in the Air and Sowing Seeds

To kill two birds with one stone.
Pigs might fly.
The grass is always greener on the other side.
Rome wasn’t built in a day.
All mouth and no trousers.
More haste, less speed.
Once a use forever a custom.
Let the dead bury their dead.
There is no smoke without fire.
To put all one’s eggs in one basket.
To leap out of one’s skin,
To fish in the air.
To look for a needle in a bundle of hay.
A bad beginning makes a bad ending..
A bad thing never dies.
A bad workman always blames his tools.
A bully is always a coward.
A closed mouth catches no flies.
Actions speak louder than words.
Adversity leads to prosperity.
A faithful friend is hard to find.
A fall into a pit, a gain in your wit.
A fox may grow gray, but never good.
A good medicine tastes bitter.
A leopard cannot change its spots.
All good things come to an end.
A miss is as good as a mile.
A new broom sweeps clean.
A man cannot spin and reel at the same time.
An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.
As a man sows, so he shall reap.
A single flower does not make a spring.
A word spoken is past recalling.
A young idler, an old beggar.
Beauty lies in the love’s eyes.
Better late than never.
Birds of a feather flock together.
Blood is thicker than water.
Cannot see the wood for the trees.
Constant dripping wears away a stone.
Creep before you walk.
Don’t make a mountain out of a molehill.
Don’t try to teach your grandmother suck eggs.
Do well and have well.
Even Homer sometimes nods.
Each bird loves to hear himself sing.
Easier said than done.
Every little helps a mickle.
Every day is not Sunday.
Every dog has his day.
Everyone’s business is nobody’s business.
Every potter praises his own pot.
Experience must be bought.
Fields have eyes, and woods have ears.
Fire and water have no mercy.
Fools grow without watering.
Forbidden fruit is sweet.
God helps those who help themselves.
Great minds think alike.
Habit cures habit.
Harm set, harm get.
Hear all parties.
He knows most who speaks least.
He laughs best who laughs last.
He sets the fox to keep the geese.
He who does not advance loses ground.
If you venture nothing, you will have nothing.
It is easy to be wise after the event.
It is hard to praise all.
It is no use crying over spilt milk.
It never rains but it pours.
It takes three generations to make a gentleman.
Jack of all trades and master of none.
After meat, mustard; after death, doctor.
All is over but the shouting.
As poor as a church mouse.
Entertain an angel unawares.
A fool may give a wise man counsel.
A man cannot serve two masters.
Love is blind.
All things are obedient to money.
All things are difficult before they are easy.
All shall be well, Jack shall have Jill.
A little spark kindles a great fire.
A little leak will sink a great ship.
A life without a purpose is a ship without a rudder.
At one’s wit’s end…

I forgive U

Conformity comes with rules,

Maturity comes with ages.

Perceptiveness comes with experience,

Forgiveness comes with love.

To forgive is a virtue, but once again, nobody says it is easy.

Initial shock followed by gloom, initial hatred surrounded by bewilderment.

The giant gap swallowed by darkness, the slim crevice for the injuried to take shelter.

And there is always a saint. With him comes the light.

Then enlightment shall prevail.

A Lump

The wind was strong today. For the first time I felt I was almost blown away by the invisible force, tugging me and adamant to bring me to nowhere. Dining time has thinned once and once again and recently it has hit the all-time nadir of merely five minutes. The meal was nice, but could not be swallowed in that carefree way as usual. I felt a lump in my throat, blocking all my senses and feelings, just holding me down and down to the place unknown.

Was it pressure? Was it due to Mr Tan's important words on "21st May"? Was it due to Ms Ng's electrifying countdown to 35 teaching days? Or was it due to Principal's "work-hard" message? We can live our lives peacefully day in day out but at the end of each day we still have reasons to feel empty. We seem to be working all the time but when reality strikes we still can be as vulnerable as a stray. We are able to dream about the future but still feel the "realisation" so faraway, so vague, so intangible.

"Every household has its own business to worry." What are in my house? Can I sort it out?

Maybe the process of inspiration is also the process to feel the weight upon your shoulder, to feel the burden pulling you down, and to feel the lump in your throat. Six months of way to go. The time is always running so rationally that our irrational mind can never get the hang of it. You can see the door. You stretch out your arm. You take out the key. But you do not know whether the key fits in or not.

The bends will become straight by the time you set you hands on it. This time, if they do not turn straight, I will hammer it flat.

Hi! Babe, I'm on The Way~See you there, too.

Fate...

Fate has no logic. You cannot argue with it any more than you can argue with a tornado, and earthquake, a terrorist...

"There was once upon a time a farmer," I told myself, "who wanted to go across a tumultuous stream." "He carried with him two chicken, a cow, a cage of parrots, a baggage of cabbage, two sheep and the bow and arrows passed down from his ancestors as legacies. Facing the stream that was so full of peril, he faltered. He said once and once again to himself: if only I get get across with the bow and arrows, I am willing to drown all the others. But please...let me get away with my legacies..."

"The result was: he sailed across safely to the other side of the stream, leaving all his possessions on the bank except the bow and arrows. It was an exhausting journey, during which he thanked God once and once again for his holy help, and for his mercy that had calmed the water and let it abide his will. However, when he set his foot on the solid ground with the bow and arrows in his hands, he began to look glumly at the direction from which he had come, look glumly at the two chicken, the cow, the cage of parrots, the baggage of cabbage, and the two sheep, regretting that he had not bring them along. He cried and cried for that until the bow and arrows bagan to rust..."

"I'm like the farmer," I told myself again," only that I'm not going to let my bow and arrows rust...not like this."

One must learn to let go, if one has made a decision to abandon certain things.

Just like sometimes, you have to cut off one finger to save your palm...

E.M.P.Y without T~

Exams are over. No, exams were over. I was diving into a world of fantasy and a life of undreamable when I was suddenly knocked awake...

My dietary habits became more and more irregular. On the day after my last paper, I rushed back to do what I had been wanting to do for such a long time----watching online TV. This resulted in almost 12 hours sedative lifestyle without moving and dining. "The Phantom on Baker Street" was bewitching which held me fixated to the chair for more than two hours. I did not blame myself then, which I do now~Later I opened the even more dangerous Pandola's Box, Taiwanese drama series. I dived into "Meteor Garden" until my eyes became as dazed as meteors: a "browsing through the plot" ended up in a "2:35a.m night nap". That was horrendous! I didn't blame myself then, which I do now, but only slightly this time.

It has been three days since then, yet every day was so irregularly organised with tightly scheduled timetable heading to one place to another, appointments, gatherings. My feet almost swollened up as the yarning and moaning went on. I have never been so busy and tired. Ah Si said "without you (Shan) I could not breathe." I desire a breath, too, an emotional one, and at least a physical one.

Every night I bumped into my room and collapsed on my bed.

My brain could not work.

What was I rushing through?

At last I became my own sarcophagus.

But wait, let's cherish those "hurrying days" first and relish the sweetness in those moments:)

Guo shuai's 18th birthday:D:D:D

Female gang!

Pose...GO!

MM with his "little drink" :D (the mongo one, not the tiger, lol)

Sy wanted to hide his face, only succeeded doing it "partially"

Watching Champions League outside a pub.

Fans! 0.0

Went sightseeing along S'pore river.

Went to City Harvest with Shir, Merrien, and Xixi!


Zi geng di meeting at SPH~

People working hard...

Jiayou!

Life in Literature

Welcome to the world of C Lit...

Mind you, literature can be "fun", but a life in literature can really "mean" a lot, especially when exams are cramming in...even it is in Chinese...!

You have to etch a file in your memory...

Your white board will become a total change...

There is much to write about...

Even graph paper has to be used...you write on whatever you can find...

It can be colourful, just like a poisonous mushroom~~~

They appear as sms to shock you...

And all you can give are exclamation marks!!!

Life in literature can really "mean" something...you have to get yourself out of the whirlpool...
and try to "enjoy" the everyday"surprise" it gives you...

Titanic, Youth and so on...

I watched the Oscar epic Titanic again. It is still a touching movie with wonderful music and pictures at all times. Revolutionary Road these days make big news, from which we see the old Leo and Kate, both not as dazzling as they used to be 11 years ago. "Youth is a terrible thing," people say. Those who marvelled at Leo's beauty ten years ago might find his change in "shape" intolerable. Is "aging" really so terrible?

I used to be sympathetic towards Leonardo. After all that glory and youthful beauty, he let himself be carried by the wave of "aging", comparing to many other leading Oscar stars who still remain as prime as ever. However, after watching Titanic again, I find him a fortunate man. Despite all his fame, he after all does not pay that much attention on how he looks. He used to look good. He now does not. But he does not pity himself, which is why we should be like him: concentrating on what he has brought about with his beauty, rather than what his beauty is about. Titanic, a riveting movie unfazed by time, will forever live on, as a lifetime legacy in one's living years.

Young Leo.

Old Leo.

Let's remember him for his Jack.

Favourite lines in Titanic:

1."I've got you, I won't let you go."

2."Women and propellers don't make it."
3."That's interesting! You see people."
"I see you."
"And so?"
"I see you wouldn't jump."

4. "You are a spoiled little brat."

5. "To make it count, meet me at the deck."

6. "Listen! You cannot change anything!"

"Yea, only you can change yourself."

(ten minutes later)

" I've changed my mind."

7. "I want you to draw me like tha French lady. Wearing this."

"Hmm..ok"

"Wearing only this."

8. "You jump, I jump."

9. "To win the ticket is the luckiest thing in my life. It brought me to you."

10."What's your name, madame?"

"Dawson. Rose Dawson."