Thursday, December 10, 2009

Alive apparently

Yes, I do find it hard to even update once a month.
And yes, you are an idiot for reading this.
For what you've just read is equal to not reading this at all.






p/s: That was a joke.










p/s again: You're not laughing.










p/s again: That was a joke too.

Monday, November 16, 2009

(=

Having made your sandcastle with love and patience,
Sit proud and happy when the tide comes in.

Saturday, October 24, 2009

:)

In the midst of office chaotic, one can still find simple joy in harvesting imaginary crops :)

Monday, October 19, 2009

Dark & Twisty,

Life has been chaotic, difficult at times, packed and eventful in the most undesired way.

Yet, it is not entirely unkind.

Evidence?

I am still alive, after all.

Saturday, September 26, 2009

风吹了。。

I saw the wind dance upon my eyes,
It carries a colour one knows not,
And brought along the rain that flies.
With tears behind that hide aside.

Saturday, September 19, 2009

Surfaced

In days that are unwell, even though the period of great endurance is short, the damage created could still be substantial. And in the event of recovery, the wound slowly fades away, hidden beneath a layer of pretense, hypocrisy, denial or simply delusional. The residual scar remains intact, serving as a permanent reminder on what lies awaits, if one should fell again. The experience naturally gained, were uncommon and generally uninvited, yet interesting and useful enough to be graciously accepted, and appreciated in dire times.

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Thursday, July 09, 2009

灰心

I guess its more than obvious that most of my post lately either consist of one sentence, or are plain short. Or shorter than short. It's not that I don't have the time to write, but perhaps just less inspired than usual. Besides the uneventful days spent in the office, maybe there are just nothing much for me to share. Or perhaps I'm quite content with the one liners, simple and factual enough to express oneself. Yes it might seems a little uninformative, but then again, that is not the purpose of keeping this blog of mine. Why should one write when there is nothing that one wants to share? Plus, I am not writing this for anyone, but for myself. Yes, a blog can be a personal medium of free expression in the form of words or photos that is accessible to anything that walks the world wide web, yet it can also be selfish. In fact, perhaps it is meant to be selfish, at least for me. I do not answer to anyone on what I write as long as my conscience is clear and no one's tail is being stepped while I type this miserable post. In short,

Fuck you.

Sunday, June 28, 2009

Hate that I love this song.

I need to know that I broke your heart.
The truth is that it's about me
Hurting just to find a line,
This is giving me trouble

I'd like to know I left a scar.
I'm wondering do you feel free?
Do you still kiss like you kissed me?
Are you still keeping my secrets?

I'm pretty good at honesty,
This is causing me trouble.

You lit me up and hurt me like bullets
These pieces of you are left in me.
The craziest thing is that I love it,
The holes in me, the holes in me.

This is not an apology,
Not sentiment, not surgery.
People falling out of time,
Just tripping and stutters.

You're beautiful, it's not your fault,
and it's causing me trouble.

You lit me up and hurt me like bullets
These pieces of you are left in me.
The craziest thing is that I love it,
The holes in me, the holes in me.


Bullets - Vega4

Saturday, June 20, 2009

B&W


When the world turns black, who will return it's colours?

Tuesday, June 09, 2009

Which one would you pick?

A blunt knife that can cut.
or
A sharp knife that cannot cut.

Friday, June 05, 2009

The day then

6th May 2008

I took what I deemed would be my last stroll before I left my campus of 3 years. The feeling is considerably far, hardly existent. But as I sat on the train back, it started to hit. I asked a friend, yes we would definitely miss each other's company. Three years is not long but nonetheless short, time is cruelly fast and also scarce, they are still plenty yet left to be explored. There were ample amounts of moments shared, yet when the end is near, everything seems so long ago, distant. A life that I once had, or is still holding on to, is slowly reaching its destiny. And here I am watching myself walking away from it as the clock ticks. Deep down I silently wish it wouldn't end so soon, even though I wouldn't call these 3 years great nor excellent, yet it is as eventful and interesting as one could have. Life is painted with plenty of colours from every single possible aspects within a short period, even only when the days left is numbered, it is still being painted. A part of the journey is almost complete, a mark has been made, and the sun will rise again to a new different life that awaits, after all the waiting.


So much that had happened, so much that has not.
So much that is long forgotten, and those that are still here.
So much that one could have today, and not tomorrow.
So much that what will come tomorrow, while yesterday is lost.
So much can one hope for, and the rest we care not.

Wednesday, June 03, 2009

Thou shall wait.

等待是一种期待,
也许是一种忍耐,
也可以是一种悲哀,
偶尔,根本就是一种伤害。

可是没有等待,
就失去了期待,
若不期待,还会有意义吗?
意义不在,
爱,也变成一片空白。

等待,可以让人觉得委屈,
也可以成为一场悲剧。
但,当等待结束时,
可以让人觉得满足。
到头来,等待,
也可以是一种幸福。

Friday, May 29, 2009

路也漫长。


要走的路还很长,
要到的终点还很远,
要等待的日子还很多,
期待的那一天,还有多久才会来?


Sunday, May 24, 2009

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Night and day.

The night is quiet,
The day is long.
The hour is gone,
But more days will come.
The light is thin,
Yet it is there.
I'll walk to it,
Even if, the road is long,
For time is short,
And the end is near,
Who would be there when it's here,
Will I be? Will you be?
For no one knows.
Until it comes.

Thursday, March 05, 2009

I did.

For what was done,
Cannot be undone.
For what that can be undone,
Was never done at all.

For what one do,
Is what one did.
For what one did not do,
Is also what one did.

Thursday, February 26, 2009

You did

It aches, and I cannot ease the pain.
It cries, and I cannot wipe the tears.
It shattered, and I cannot mend it back.
It fell, and I cannot catch it.
It's all gone, and I cannot find it.
It's all done, and I cannot undo it.
I broke my heart, yet again.

Will you ease my pain?
Will you wipe my tears away?
Will you mend it back?
Will you catch me when I fall?
Will you help me find it when its gone?
Will you help me undo what that's been done?
Will you unbreak my heart?
Will you make it a wholesome again?
Like you once did?

I pray you will.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

太阳下山了。。。。


The road, is never uninteresting.
There is only uninterested people.
I took the path alone,
Yet alone was not what it feels.

Yes, I wasn't lonely,
But all I could see,
Was the golden orb,
Settling down in the horizon.

And further down the road,
My emotions were robbed.
Replaced by something else
For what it is, cannot speak itself.

And then, I fell hard.
It does not hurt,
But it was a hole so deep,
Not one can see.

And while the sun sank,
I cried, and I smiled.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

For what you are

For what it is, and for what it was.
For what that is not, and for what that was.
For what that was once was, and for what that was not.
For what was what, and for what was it,
For what was then, is then.
For what was now, is what that counts.

Friday, January 02, 2009

It came, and it went.

I guess I've read too much of 2008 wrapped up entries that writing mine seems, odd. Truth be told, I don't even know where to begin.

Too much there is in a year so short, yet the time period is yet the same, with the rest I had been through for the pass 22 years of my jaded life.

Yet but when I tried to recalled what that has been, and what that has not, it seem too far even to look upon it once more.

Not that it isn't there anymore, I just don't know where to look, or if I actually want to know where is it, all this while.

Maybe it's not even hidden, just my eyes never seems to sway that side, not anymore.

Or maybe I do, just simply unknowingly accustomed to ignoring its existence.

An existence that shall fade as time flies, but it does not disappear just like that, for its meant to stay, just behind.

Too much that had happened, too much that have not.
Too much that has been, too much that has not.
Too much that was, too much that was not.
Too much that was gained, too much that was lost.
Too much that was now, that then was gone.
Too much it was for a year, but the year is now done.
And what's done, cannot be undone.