一首让我倾听的歌。

我坐在椅子上,看日出复活
我坐在夕阳里,看城市的衰弱
我摘下一片叶子
让它代替我
观察离开后的变化

曾经狂奔,舞蹈,贪婪地说话
随着冷的湿的心腐化

带不走的丢不掉的
让大雨侵蚀吧
让它推向我在边界
奋不顾身挣扎
如果有一个怀抱勇敢不计代价
别让我飞
将我温柔豢养

带不走的留不下的
我全都交付它
让它捧着我在手掌
自由自在挥洒
如果有一个世界混浊的不像话
原谅我飞
曾经眷恋太阳

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Page-Turners, Life-Transformers, New-Companion…. Whatever it may be to you.

They are always with you, on your way to work, at your bedside, even to the toilets. For once, with them, you can take your lunch alone, seriously hoping nobody joins you, just so that you can finish it quick… There are some books you just can’t put down.

I would love to but I don’t read a lot. I used to think that library books carry most germs and I rather buy than borrow. After the recent economic downturn, I went back to browse the shelves. Ok, it’s not the downturn, it’s just a sudden interest in other hobbies and a change of priorities in life??

I have made a list, only 4 actually, of titles I cannot forget.

Asylum - Patrick McGrath

I read the synopsis on the internet on one boring working day and decided I have to read it. This one, I borrowed from the library. You will love it if you particularly like to read on the mentally ill and a bit of romance… I have a liking for this sort of stories, it brings me to another world, a world I can never comprehend.

Dogs of Babel - Carolyn Parkhurst

An ex-colleague lent it to me, highly recommending it. It is amazing. A story of grief-stricken love. I like the illustrations of Brazil and masks in the story. It brings me places.

Norwegian Wood - Haruki Murakami

Introduced by a school mate. Truly a classic. I love how Murakami brings his readers to Japan and their bars. You will eventually fall in love with jazz music. You would imagine yourself as the female lead….. and wished you are never out of it.

Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden

Need I say more? It brings you a whole lot of insights into a world we may never see, or know. The movie has certainly did the story well, with beautiful people and amazing acting. Splendid.

I guess I enjoy romantic novels the most. Novels that allow me to indulge in the character itself, going where he/she goes, seeing the things he/she sees… It’s amazing how every read transforms our ideas of life and the world. The power of words strung together. The benefits of being literate. The indulgence in reading.

Now, pick up a book. Enjoy your trip to work, meals alone, toilet-times with a new companion.

Revelation for a New Year

新年快乐!

In the midst of the preparations to welcome the roaring Tiger, I am also working on my assignments due on earlier in the afternoon, this Friday, and another, the following Monday. But I have to say this, I am particularly enjoying the research part of the work! The WWW is amazing, although information might not be as accurate as the ancient books in the library, the amount of it is extensive. At the end of the day, they are all differing opinions of people.

Well, I am thankful that I begin studies before work. To adapt to reading, analyzing and writing all over again without the pressures from work. After a few pieces, I am getting more efficient. My friend had always reminded me, at the end of the day, if I have improved my reading, writing, analytical skills and am able to express myself, I have achieved the objective of university studies.

On my first day of school, I am greeted by a class of tired and expressionless adults. I am further disappointed by a lecturer who tried her very best to talk about the house rules and read from slides that can be downloaded from the student portal. At that point, I felt a prick on my conscience. I started asking myself, “How good do I think I am then? Will I perform better as a lecturer?” BUT, I paid a hefty sum of $500++ for a module of 3 face-to-face, 2 tutor-marked assignments and 1 discussion board, I travelled to the school in 1 hr 20 minutes, shouldn’t I be expecting something more? My conscience is clear. And I am determined to spend more time on my research and assignments instead. Haha, a revelation for the new year!

For the sake of shopping, dining and having a great deal of fun with no worries throughout the holidays, I am heading back to Microsoft Word. Till then, have a blasting chinese new year!

Inventory List!

When I was young, I dreamt to have a room all to myself. When I finally had it, I drew a poster with my name on it and pasted it on my door. I painted my walls in my favourite shade of purple that dimmed my room a lot. I shifted my bed nearer to the window, so I could wake up to the glare of the morning sun. Soon after, I discarded my bed and slept on the sturdy 8 inches thick mattress. I added white drawers, one big, one small, a black bookshelf and a black and white wardrobe, for the sake of colour-coordination, I stick to black and white, as my purple wall was overpowering. Now it stays.

Now that I am older, I dream of having a house of my own. In Singapore, we can forget about having a house per se, gardens, ponds and private swimming pool must be accompanied by a string of housekeepers. So a nice high-floor unit will do. I am obsessed with storage spaces. I like to discard old things to make way for new things. I like to categorise. So I might come up with an inventory list.

So if I ever forget where I left the 15cm metal ruler that I need for my handicrafts, I can refer to my list. It shall go like this: 4.a.01 which meant Room Number Four, Cupboard A, Drawer 01, with an updated map attached to it for clarity.

I get excited, just talking about it.

“By His stripes, I am healed!”

When the kid of the opposite table cries solely for the sake of attention at the top of his lungs, thumping his small feet on the ground that creates a mini tremble of the earth on my side and that made me want to go over to strangle the mother of that child of allowing this to disturb the peace of my dinner, I know that I am suffering from pre-menstrual syndrome.

Usually, without the syndrome, the tremble of the earth is richter scale 0.0001 and the urge of strangling will not be as strong.

Devil’s modus operandi to irritate me is predictable:

1) Children with no proper manners and respect for general public and parents with no intention of disciplining them.

2) Sudden realisation of an assignment due soon and I have made plans to go for a nice meal.

3) Clutches of the past and a question of worth.

4) Sudden urge to own a designer label, yet realising I do not have the means.

5) Public transport liken to a can of sardines.

6) Discovery of layers of dust on my bookshelves that has been there for ages.

And the list goes on. Haha, it is amusing to be of high self-awareness, yet unable to exercise self-control at times like these.

Premenstrual Syndrome: PMS is a disorder characterized by a set of hormonal changes that trigger disruptive symptoms in a significant number of women for up to two weeks prior to menstruation. (http://usdoctor.com/pms.htm)

It is a disorder, therefore, it can be healed. It has actually gotten better through the years and my closed ones are thankful for the reduction in outbursts from me.