thePIANIST

Monday, 16 March 2015

人之常情

From the surface, at first blush, one can never really tell what goes on in a person's life - what that serious expression is hiding, what that smile is masking, what that blank look is suppressing.

The pains, the wrongs, the accusations...

想要的难道不都是那一点点的认可, 微微的了解, 稍稍的挂念。。。淡淡的情意?

人与人之间所存有的真挚人情,温馨联系。。。

其实, 只是想知道自己不是一个人单独作战。

人, 就是那么的脆弱。
人,也可以是那么的坚强。
一线之差, 可能就位于人之人情。

Labels: chinese, mundane, rambling, writings

22:15; The Pianist'

Sunday, 13 July 2014

Death

Death - the one thing that we all are (secretly) morbidly fascinated with. It's the only certainty we have in this ever-changing environment. Yet, ever so often, we choose not to think about the inevitable.

Funerals - the thing that we say is for the dead. It's the time when the living gather to say nice things and think nice thoughts about the dead. Yet, more often than not, it actually is for the living.

Love - that incomprehensible mystery that we all like to chase after. It's that

Yet, we tend to love broadly instead of deeply.

When I was younger, I always wanted to attend my own funeral - to hear what people would say of me. I often wondered what it is that they have to wait until I'm dead instead of telling me directly when I'm alive.

When I grew up, I then wanted to die before my loved ones - to avoid going through the pain of losing them. I often thought that I would rather die in their arms than having them die in mine.

Now, I think of who I hope would be delivering the eulogy at my own funeral - to figure out who really are closely cherished and loved. These are the ones I want to love deeply, so that there will be no regrets if I ever have to give their eulogies.

Labels: exposition, friends, growing up, love, prose, writings

03:44; The Pianist'

Thursday, 22 May 2014

Connections

If you don't expose the valence electrons, how can you form meaningful, lasting connections?

Sometimes you transfer them to form ionic bonds, sometimes you share them to form covalent bonds, sometimes you donate then to form dative bonds.

Sometimes it's NaCl, sometimes it's H-O-H. Or it can even be (CH3)-O-H. At the end of it all, the whole is greater than the sum of its parts. Different compounds are just formed differrntly with different types of interactions and connections.

Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection,
The lovers, the dreamers, and me...
Rainbows are visions, but only illusions,
And rainbows have nothing to hide...
Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection,
The lovers, the dreamers, and me.

Labels: exposition, growing up, rambling, writings

01:12; The Pianist'

Wednesday, 13 November 2013

这条路

这，这条路怎么走？
我，难道还做不够？
你，会让我回头，靠着你从此以后？

这，这条路怎么走？
我，难道还做不够？
你，会让我回头，靠着你从此以后？

] 许多事虽然不明白，
但我深知主在掌权。
只要你肯回到他身边，
耐心等待主，主必垂听你祷告 -

]] 有时他没有回答，
有时他没给答案，
在我痛苦哀求他时他却离开。
有时他没有回答，
有时他没给答案，
在我痛苦哀求他离开。

这，这条路怎么走？
我，难道还做不够？
你，会让我回头，靠着你从此以后？

Labels: chinese, music, writings

00:34; The Pianist'

Sunday, 15 July 2012

皮包人生。

踏进电梯，手握着皮包和钥匙。低头一看，钥匙在不知不觉中留下了一道疤痕。哎，怎么搞的，皮包原来早已遍体鳞伤！怎么一直都没有发现呢？

也许是因为习惯了拿东西的方式。
亦或者是多次把皮包掉在地上。
每次的小鳞伤，累积了便成为遍体。

生命也不是如此？

也许是因为习惯了某种生活方式。
亦或者是多次不经意的受伤。
每次的小波折、小创伤；
每次的小波涛，累积了便成为汹涌。

Labels: chinese, exposition, writings

16:17; The Pianist'

Friday, 18 May 2012

Does it matter?

Does it matter if you get into the mood of inspiration before embarking on a piece composition?
Does it matter if you see the bigger picture before you go into the future?
Does it matter to have the heart before you start?

Does it matter how you really feel before you are thrown into the open field?
Does it matter how prepared you are before you head out and drive the car?
Does it matter if you are uncertain about your next turn?

Does it matter where you're headed toward if you're not going forward?
Does it matter where in life you'll be if you know that's really not "me"?
Does it matter how lead your life if all you have is just a knife?

Does it matter? Sure it does.

But nobody else gives a damn.

Labels: growing up, poem, rambling, writings

01:04; The Pianist'

Saturday, 11 February 2012

Staying positive

Staying positive has always been something I admire a lot in others. There are those who seem indomitable no matter what comes - they just face it with a smile, a positive attitude, and face it head on.

It's also something that I try to do a lot, because I realise that it makes life so much easier to handle. I guess it's also partially due to my liking for rationalising things away.

When 5 people turn up for choir practice, I tell myself: I'm thankful that there are 5, and they are committed to what they are in for. And at least 7 of them have informed me that they can't make it.

When 3 people turn up for fellowship, I tell myself: I'm thankful that there are 3, and they still continue to come despite the numbers. And seeing them enjoy and taking away something makes whatever i do all the more worthwhile. I remember an elder telling me before that when he was young, he was the only one at the bible school and his teacher really didn't want to teach. But he asked the teacher to not deprive him of his chance to learn. 哪怕只有一个人，只要对他有帮助、有影响，我也是不可以停止或放弃。

When someone from fellowship tells me that she finds the activities really boring and she really doesn't want to come and can't wait to get out of it, I tell myself: I'm thankful that at least she still is committed to come regularly. Also, I'm thankful that she is comfortable enough to speak her mind and be totally frank with me. Moreover, at least there is some feedback so that I know what I can work on.

When I see the sec 1 class and feel overwhelmed by their many very different characters, I tell myself: I thank God for the chance to learn the lesson of patience. And the knowledge that they are still in the process of growing up and that I am able to change their lives and make a positive impact on them, encourages and inspires me to press on.

When I see a girl giving me attitude, tests my patience, and stretching my limit, I tell myself: I am heartened to know that on the surface she may seem brusque, but deep inside I sense that touch of dedication and goodness, and I believe that one day she will turn out just fine.

When I go overseas and my flight is delayed and I am at risk of missing my scheduled train ride, I tell myself: there is still that chance that I might just be able to make it, though it really will be a mad rush. If in the event I really do miss it, I'll just have to forfeit the money already paid and get a new ticket. But at least I am still safe and sound. (thank God I still managed to make it in the end)

When I get my results at the end of a semester and they are not as what I had hoped or expected, I tell myself: I'm thankful that I still passed, and it really could have been worse.

When I am due for presentation and I feel less than prepared, I tell myself: it'll be just fine, I'll just go and present whatever I know and have prepared and if there's any question that I can't answer or react, I'll just have to think of an answer on the spot.

And I always tell myself to look at the bright side of things, to see that things are often not as catastrophic as I can make them out to be. And this has served me well in life. Indeed, that's how I sail through life without too much of an emotional turmoil.

Yet, in every one of us, there is something that we are less adept at handling - an aspect of our lives that we find a tad more challenging to have it under control. And there, I realise, is where the balancing comes. I'm not one of those forever-positive forever-smiling kind of person. And I realised that staying positive can be quite a tiring thing which requires quite a bit of my energy. As humans are limited, the amount of energy spent on staying positive in those areas of my life draws on some other area/s of my life. And there is this particular emotional aspect inside me that seems void of positivity. Perhaps I have taken too much to put on the outside, to make sure I stay positive when I engage with others. And when I look inside at myself, whenever it comes to an evaluation of my abilities and skills, the negative energy overwhelms because there is no more energy nor positivity left. The negativity consumes me the moment the pandora's box is opened.

And that's how it suddenly struck me - that sudden breathlessness, as though some form of panic attack was initiated inside me, in the deep recesses of my heart. Because when it comes to matters like this, I just spiral down into extreme negativity, and doubting myself becomes the norm. And then the helplessness. And then I try to find an outlet to vent.

I hate it.

Labels: rambling, writings

23:58; The Pianist'

Tuesday, 1 November 2011

What's in a child?

Was on the bus home just now and saw this little baby in the stroller. And I thought to myself: it would be nice to have my own kid; I think I'll make a good dad.

And then I quickly asked myself why I wanted to have a kid. That brings me to the broader question of why do people want to have children?

Is it because we want to make sure that there is someone who will provide for us and take care of us when we are old?

Is it because we want to experience the 'joy of parenting' which the world tells us is one beyond words?

Is it because we love kids?

Is it because we want to exert some form of control over someone else's life?

Is it because we want to make sure there'll always be someone who will remember us after we die?

Is it because we want to (or we have to) carry on the family line?

Is it because we think that we'll make a better parent than some others?

Is it because we think that we'll make a good parent?

Is it because we just want to have sex and babies are a (not necessarily bad) by-product?

Is it because we want to inject some new element into our relationship?

Is it because we finally feel ready to have a child? And that still begs the question: why do you want to have a child?

Is it because that is the way society works?

Is it because that's the example we learn from our parents?

Is it because that's supposedly what we are supposed to do (after marriage)?

And then it struck me that from my limited generation of reasons/ideas above, they generally fall into 2 categories: (1) selfish reasons; or (2) societal norms.

(1) - hardly can we say that we want children because of some altruistic reason (well, of course if you think that satisfying your gramps' or your parents' wishes is altruistic then fine by me)

(2) - sometimes we don't really think much about it, because having children is just 'the way things go', or to quote someone from the previous generation: '如果你不生孩子，那你结婚来做什么？' (of course that goes into the topic of marriage, which isn't quite the topic here today)

I'm not saying that it's wrong to have kids, nor is either of the categories above wrong. I'm just pausing to reflect on why people actually want to have kids. Then of course there are those who fall into neither - I don't really bother whether I have kids or not, so if it comes then it comes.

All that said, either way, the child never ever gets to choose to be born (or not). I didn't choose to come into this world. That decision was made for me by my parents. And on that note, to those parents out there - if you decided to have a child, no matter how the child turns out, you are the one responsible for the child. And to those who love to lament '早知道就不把你生下来', too bad man, don't blame the child. You decided to have the child, so if you regret it, don't blame it on the kid. He's the most innocent one. In some sense, he's even the victim of your decision.

Nonetheless, that doesn't give us (as children) the reason to blame everything back on the lack of choice in coming into this world. Let's face it: none of us had that choice. So deal with it. Yes the world's unfair - no one ever tried convincing the world otherwise. If you wanna wallow in your the-world's-unfair pathetic state and get stuck in that rut, it's time to get your act together and live life like a man (or a woman).

*Really rambly thoughts today. Feels good typing without an essay question or word limit or restriction or academic grading in mind.

Labels: exposition, rambling, writings

22:04; The Pianist'

Tuesday, 18 October 2011

喘

不知不觉中，已来到了十月中。不对，不应该是不知不觉。其实就一直知道时间就是过得那么的快，那么的匆促。或许是因为刚忙完了二哥的婚礼，又或许是因为刚忙完了两个作业，不知怎么的，就突然有一种不可形容的疲惫。可能是心灵上的累，反正就是什么都不想做，不想管。原本应该是准备明天的课，但就打不起精神来。

想睡觉吗？不完全是。想找人聊聊吗？也不太确定。可能是两个星期连续的一直在赶，一直在冲，所以现在只想坐着，什么都不作，就任时间流逝。尽管如此，其实自己也很清楚，脑子现在都还是满的，不是在为明天的功课准备着急，就是在为明天的事而计划，要不就是在为现在的‘闲着’而感到内疚。当然知道时间是宝贵的，但其实只想坐着-没有为任何期限担心，没有为任何计划而懊恼，没有需要做出任何的反应。或许这就是最真实的我：完全不去想、完全不去感觉。真的是这样吗？

不是生活不愉快或不幸福，但只想停下脚步，歇一歇，呼吸新鲜的空气，完全没有搅扰或逼迫。当然，我能够有闲情在这里发表表达，已经是很幸福的了：知道有身边的人连这种‘奢侈’都没有。

但，我们能够这样去比较吗？有这个必要吗？

难道每个人不是有自己的选择权吗？有自己的价值观吗？我选择这个时间在这里，不去温习功课，当然后果我要自负，不能怪其他人。但我知道因为今天不读，会导致明天必须补偿，造成我更多的压力。或许我会埋怨。啊，不去想它吧！

Labels: chinese, exposition, rambling, writings

00:13; The Pianist'

Monday, 11 July 2011

Life is like a diamond

Life is like a diamond.

It is precious.

For it to shine, it must go through stresses and a whole lot of crap.

Some like it big and conspicuous, some are contented no matter how small.

Most importantly, it has many facets. From a certain angle, you may not think it's worth a lot. Yet from another angle, you may actually find it attractive and beautiful.

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We play many roles in our lives. You can be a boyfriend, a student, a son, a brother. And in each of this role, you have a designated responsibility. And you might think of yourself as a failure if you do not accomplish a particular something.

A mother may feel that she is a failure if her kids do not have a full breakfast before leaving home.

A father may feel that he is a failure if his family is not provided for.

An elder sister may feel that she is a failure if she does not give the kind of love her mother gives to her family.

An elder brother may feel that he is a failure if he cannot protect his younger siblings.

A younger sister may feel that she is a failure if she does not lighten the atmosphere during family gatherings.

A younger brother may feel that he is a failure if he still gets treated like a small boy.

A friend may feel that he is a failure if he cannot be there when his friend needs him.

A lover may feel that he is a failure if he can be there with his beloved, yet is unable to help.

A partner may feel that he is a failure if his beloved does not call when feeling down.

What, then, is your failure?

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And because life is multi-faceted, perhaps things might actually look better if we try to take on a different perspective.

Labels: exposition, prose, writings

22:48; The Pianist'

Thursday, 16 June 2011

Age difference and relationship

Was chatting with my friends just now and the topic of age came up. Not that we were discussing how old we are (or how old we felt being around the sec1s), but my friend mentioned that her friend who's 22 y/o is married to a guy 37 y/o.

Yeah I know I've said that age is just a number. But I couldn't help it but instinctively react with a 'woah'. Perhaps society has constructed me to react that way. Nonetheless, 15 years difference. Another of my friend was quick to point out Dr Sun Yat-Sen and his 3rd wife who were 26 years apart.

Well, age is but a number, no? I've heard of couples differing by 5 years or 10 years, but 15 years is indeed a first for me. Perhaps what shocked me was the sheer number and also the fact that the couple has 2 kids. Leaving the kids issue aside, I suppose 15 years does seem a little wide. But it's pretty subjective isn't it? To me, 5 years difference is perfectly acceptable while some people feel that the maximum should be 2. I guess it's a matter of the environment we grew up in. My parents differ by 5 years, so I would think that 5 years is perfectly normal. Then I have friends whose parents differ by 9 years, and so they wouldn't be too surprised if they heard of similar couples. So, really, who decides what number is too big or too weird?

Assuming we take a 22 year old and a 12 year old. 10 years difference. Even for me who has no issues with 10 years difference will object to this simply because it's pretty paedophilic. What about a 7 year difference for a 23 year old and a 16 year old? Arguably this is more acceptable but some will still feel that it's a tad paedophilic. What if we were looking at a 25 year old with a 35 year old? Still 10 years apart, but it doesn't seem half as bad as a 22-12.

That's why I figured that age is a number, and also a signpost to suggest the stage the person is at. It's like a quick reference to the sort of life a person might be having. Schooling or working. So if you meet someone for the first time and the person says he's 15, you'll ask which (secondary) school he's in; if someone says he's 18, you'll ask whether he's in poly or jc or ITE; if someone says he's 22, you'll ask whether he's studying at a university or if he's working. So there you have it, age is a rough guide to where a person might be in life. Of course, all these at the risk of stereotyping.

Alright just a short post about my take on age and numbers. To all the couples out there whose age difference may be significantly wide (however you want/choose to define it), I wish you all the best in your relationship and no matter what people say, always remember that age is but a number which is a quick reference to the stage in life you are at. You may not be in the same stage with your partner now, but one day you will be. And at that time, you'll realise that age is but a number, and love transcends all that.

Labels: exposition, love, prose, writings

18:31; The Pianist'

Sunday, 8 May 2011

寻

坐在冷清的岩石上，望着一望无际的太平洋，抛开喧哗的城市生活，离开了残疾的现实。

天空有云作伴，海洋有浪花同行。

我独自坐在冷清的岩石上。

我在寻找，寻找一个愿意与我坐在石头上的人。

我在寻找，寻找一个愿意与我坐在石头上，什么都不说的人。

我在寻找，寻找一个愿意与我坐在石头上，什么都不说，一同观看景色的人。

我在寻找，寻找一个愿意与我坐在石头上，什么都不说，一同观看景色，一同思考生命的奥秘的人。

我在寻找，寻找一个愿意与我坐在石头上，什么都不说，一同观看景色，一同思考生命的奥秘，一同体会彼此的爱的人。

我在寻找，寻找一个愿意与我坐在石头上，什么都不说，一同观看景色，一同思考生命的奥秘，一同体会彼此的爱，就这样过一辈子的人。

我在寻找，寻找一个愿意与我坐在石头上，什么都不说，一同观看景色，一同思考生命的奥秘，一同体会彼此的爱，就这样过一辈子，也感到是一种无比的幸福的人。

会难吗？那么，你，愿意吗？

Labels: chinese, love, writings

03:45; The Pianist'

Saturday, 1 January 2011

回顾一零、展望一一

一年又过了，新的一年又来临了。我不知道这对你有什么影响，抑或者这只不过是新的一天，没什么大不了。刚才在脑海里做了简单的一番回顾及展望，发现过去的一年里我学到了很多，也发现在来临的一年会有很多的责任及挑战。

过去的一年实在不容易 - 许多的起起落落，后悔莫及，所谓一失足成千古恨。所幸神的恩典够用，总算平平安安的熬过了一年。人际关系、感情、友谊、学业、灵命：太多的选择，太多的错误。

收拾心情总是不简单的一回事。除了面对残酷的现实，接受过去的存在，更要鼓起勇气，挺胸走完接下来的路途。还真是谈何容易。也就这样，因为有了不健康的应对机制导致时间的浪费，蹉跎岁月。不仅如此，还傻傻地犯了大错，后悔莫及。之后，还很幼稚地草草了事，不多考虑就寻找另一途径转移注意力。尽管如此，还是十分感谢神让我经过这一切，因为这让我更珍惜我的性命、健康及周遭的朋友们，也从中学习了许多、从中了解到神的计划是完美的。

学业上也不都顺利。成绩不理想，尽管再怎样的拼也只不过如此。但只要做了最好，不管结果如何，我依知道谁掌管明天。

当然，2010也有不少成长成熟的机会。在学校的合唱团，神给于我不少的机会及挑战；在教会的少年团契，神教导我要谦卑虚己；在教会的合唱团，神给我看到他的能力无穷无尽。

展望新的一年，我确实感到害怕。有许多的责任托付在我的肩膀上，也有许多的挑战即将向着我横冲过来，也有许多现在不能预料的试炼潜伏其中。学校合唱团的压力，法律系的功课，青少诗班的提升，崇拜司琴的塑造，青少培训辅导的挑战，少年团契的策划。。。

但不管如何，我知道神的道路高过我的道路，神的意念高过我的意念。他的心里有蓝图，他的时间不错误，一步一步带领我前途。我也深知主的恩典够我用，他的信实何等广大。

愿2011年我能够更加体会神的同在！

Labels: chinese, writings

00:59; The Pianist'

Sunday, 21 November 2010

imperfect communication

Communication is doomed to imperfection – perfect communication by means of human language would require that all interlocutors have identical cultural backgrounds and physical makeups.

Came across the above while revising for exam tmr. Yeah first paper's up tomorrow but I'm here. Haha oh well, came across something that I felt strongly so didn't let pass the chance to head down here for a while. More or less done preparing for tmr's paper, gonna just head down to sch tmr morning and do my best, and see how things go.

Communication between 2 people will tend towards some misunderstandings at times, simply because that is how things are. Through some arguments, disagreements, quarrels, fights, unhappiness do we then realise and learn. What's important is not be bogged down by those unpleasant feelings, but to tell yourself that you just learnt one new thing, and eliminated a possible source of conflict in the future.

Only through constant communication (and accordingly, misunderstandings at times too) can 2 people get to know each other better, and understand each other's quirks and what makes one tick. It's a transient dip in pleasantness between the parties, but a long-term growth and maturity in the relationship.

Labels: exposition, writings

22:43; The Pianist'

Friday, 22 October 2010

Changing perception of kids

I guess some things just come with age. Maybe they grow and sprout because of some belated turning on of some gene; maybe with the onset of age, you start to be more receptive of things; maybe with age comes exposure and with that, you become more open-minded to things. Whatever the case, I find myself increasingly tolerant of kids.

I start to realize that indeed, all that kids want is to have fun – generally harmless fun. Save for the occasional malicious ones (think Edmund Hooper in King of the Castle), the innate desire of a kid would be to enjoy himself. Given, an equally compelling craving of a kid would be love and affection (and attention). I’m not too sure what’s going on in me for this pretty big change. But the moment I found the kids really adorable on Children’s Sunday last month, I knew I was in for it. Oh wells. Sometimes change just strikes you when you don’t even know it.

And as I took some time to think back and reflect on what brought about this change, I decided that it’s a combination of internal and external factors. How expected and politically correct. Anyhows, internal factor first. I would think that it’s that age where thoughts of having a life-long companion, a family, a house etc seem to come naturally.

As for the external factors, I think it’s after more interactions and exposure to different perspectives that I have come to be more receptive of alternative considerations. One interesting note, it’s not the first time I have been presented with alternative viewpoints but in the past there is that strong resistance against acknowledging that kids can be so adorable. In the absence of any logical explanation, I therefore would say that the softening of an otherwise hard-line stand is likely to be attributed to age.

Talking to people, listening to their childhood experiences, contemplating how childhood should be like, I find myself convinced by these people. I guess my own childhood experience heavily coloured the way I look at things, which is not surprising because we are always subjected to our pre-conceived notions which are invariably a corollary to our personal experiences.

Well, what can I say? I never fail to be amazed at the changes that undergo in my life, whether intentional or otherwise. To quote a friend, life is a heck of an adventure.

Labels: growing up, writings

02:16; The Pianist'

Monday, 20 September 2010

packing

A couple of interesting things I found whilst packing through my drawers:

1) Random poem I wrote don't-know-how-many-donkey years ago.

2) Looked through the 16PF personality test report done in JC. Was particularly amused by this part:

Mr Edmund's profile suggests he has similarity to persons who express interest for the following career fields related to his unique activity interests:

Child Development, Social Service, Counseling, Teaching

Occupations directly related to Mr Edmund's unique activity interests are:

Occupational Therapist, Religious Leader.

Haha OT and Religious Leader. Nice.

Labels: mundane, poem, writings

03:11; The Pianist'

Tuesday, 17 August 2010

small things

Sometimes, the smallest of things can have impacts bigger than can ever be imagined.

It takes 1 small prick and a few drops of blood, and one can be tested negative or positive for HIV.

It takes 2 words for one to be joined to another in a civil union and to spend the rest of their lives together.

It takes 3 words for 2 people to start a relationship.

Yet most of the time, the focus is not so much about these small acts itself - it's the larger connotations behind them.

You cannot tell what sort of a lifestyle a person has, but him going for a HIV test gives insight.

You cannot be sure that the most quarrelsome couple you have ever known will survive being together, but them getting married suggests that they might work things out.

You cannot agree that the two people should be together, but them reaffirming each other connotes something more.

And so we come to the idea - that the thing itself is not so much the crux, but the overarching thoughts associated with that simple action or those simple words - sometimes we mean it, other times it's bringing out our point.

Labels: exposition, prose, writings

02:17; The Pianist'

Monday, 2 August 2010

Marriage

Marriage is not about never being tempted again,

it's about remembering the best and walking away from the temptation.

Marriage is not about never socialising with your friends again,

it's about remembering your commitment to somebody to be there at the end of the day.

Marriage is not about never being disappointed again,

it's about remembering that the person comes as a whole package.

Marriage is not about never having arguments and fights again,

it's about remembering that the person is worth it.

Labels: love, poem, writings

23:40; The Pianist'

Friday, 11 June 2010

‘你’ 的原点

突然间有一股冲动，想要挨夜不睡，看日出。

但两个人一起欣赏日出，总比自己一个好。

突然间有一股冲动，想要跑啊跑啊，去找 ‘你’。

但想了一阵子，自己也其实不清楚到底 ‘你’ 是谁。

‘你’ 会是怎么样的一个人呢？

‘你’ 会是谁呢？

莫非 ‘你’ 就是我还没有忘记的那一位？

也许 ‘你’ 就是一直在我身旁的那一位？

难道 ‘你’ 就是与我好谈的那一位？

或者 ‘你’ 就是我以前想的那一位？

谁知道，可能 ‘你’ 都不存在。

再次回到原点，心胸纳闷，扪心自问，但又没有答案。

卡住了；

原点。原来我对自己的了解只不过那么一点。

原点。原本以为自己选择了方向，才发现可能要错了这一点。

原点。原因-结果可以是那么的残酷，也可以是那么的幽默，截然可以成为爆点。

原点。自己也不清楚了，不知道了。

Confused.

Labels: chinese, exposition, rambling, writings

04:27; The Pianist'

Thursday, 22 April 2010

a storm is brewing

A storm is brewing. Well, quite literally. The incessant flashes of lightning accompanied by the rumblings of the thunder. And yes, the rain has just started to come down in full force.

Ahh such weather usually creates two kinds of reaction - it makes one want to snuggle up in bed (with or without someone else), cover up with the blanket and just take a snooze; alternatively, it gets one into that pensive and reflective mood. For now, it's the latter.

Not that I'm thinking about anything in particular, but it's just -the- mood.

The Rain (drops)

The cascading rain drops

Passing by my window,

One in but a million

Without much of a shadow.

Without much choice,

Only one directional craft,

The only alternative

Is to go with the draft.

And there you have it. Life.

Labels: mundane, poem, writings

17:13; The Pianist'

thePIANIST;

~ice dragon~
edmund
twenty one
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bmt-b sispec-g eti-ep
npcc choir
piano

theLOVE;

violin
saxaphone
jazz
spiritual revival.renewal
books
lit
friends
love

theWISH;

personalised room
~~keyboard~~
~~games~~
~~books~~
love
guitar lesson
jazz piano lesson

theCHATTERBOX;

theESCAPES;

theHISTORY;

theCREDITS;

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