Moving

I was reading through my past entries, those really old ones written in JC days. I felt disgusted by the self-absorbed and preachy tone that i used that I decided to close this blog down when May comes this year.

I want to start anew and make the best of things.
So am moving to wordpress soon too :)

Saturday night

I felt like I was racing the sun as I walked back from the bus stop to PGPR. The sun finally set as I reached the main staircase and the sky turned to a deeper shade of blue. Another day has passed but there will still be many more to come.

I usually listen to chen qi zheng as I stroll down that long long path and I sometimes wish that I will just keep walking forever, that I will never reach my room. I guess I can deal with the loneliness as it's part of the deal we get in life, but it's the uncertainty that I find difficult to ignore.

走走停停想想，然后再接着走。

Night

Frankly, I absolutely love but also hate to be wide awake in the middle of the night. My mind becomes curiously lucid as the night grows deeper and strange ideas appeared like exotic insects through my window.
Sometimes i wish I don't wish to be loved.

Tide

I can't recall when was the first time i realized that sometimes no matter how hard one tries, one still cannot make changes to the outcome. It is precisely in the manner one received and reacted to this fact that distinguished one from another.

It takes great strength of character to remain unfliched in such times i guess and tremendous nobility of spirit to realized that the unabove mentioned situation only happens 'sometimes'. May the optimistic get the last laugh.

Sand Artist

Art doesn't have to be expensive.
Because honestly, you can do it with a glass box, some colored light bulbs, a handful of sand and a stroke of genius.



And yeah Salute to the Beatles :)

I wish i can become stronger, desparately wishing. I want to be stronger for the people i love and also for me.

Strawberry

These period is so crazy because am totally engulfed by projects, CCAs and the upcoming CAs...lol which stupid faculty other than Science has such thing like CA2 1 day before reading week?

The song that i cannot get out of my mind these few days:


Let me take you down
'Cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields
Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about
Strawberry Fields forever
Strawberry Fields forever
Strawberry Fields forever

The meaning of life

There are times that we feel life is indeed meaningless but we know it's not true. Simply because otherwise i would have pulled the trigger long ago.

The meaning of life is in the folded musical ticket in my pink spectacle box. It is in the black origami rose that stands in my silver pencil basket, right beside the golden fountain pen that my grandfather gave me. That pen has a engraving on its cover and it reads "Lucky". And of course, when i looked around, the meaning of life is in numerous other things.

It is in the box of peach that my aunt sneaked into my bag when i hurried out of the house on that rainy Sunday afternoon;it is in the nagging letters from my parents;it is in the little white wallet that is nursing its wounds in my drawer;it is in the pink water bottle or strawberry pencil case that marked out a seat for me in the 4pm lecture. And of course it is in the background of the photos on my wall.

It is love that makes life life :)