And there he stood,
clad in a sheer green raincoat.
Backed by the substantial history of 相辉堂.
At his feet, an uninterrupted expanse of yellow withered grass.
He was riveted,
consumed by the image in his mind.
Monday 29 December 2008
Friday 26 December 2008
选择
字里行间，
他对她的期望表露无疑。
我的这个人生过的也太自私了。新经验的刺激是我无法抵挡的毒品，一旦尝到就越吃越过瘾，一心一意想追求这个让我逃离现实的透使。今天自以为是的我才突然发觉到我是多么的堕落。脑里的恶魔甚至还跟我讲－他们是在拖累我，如果没有牵挂我就能自由的狂奔向我充满期待，梦想的人生。
我知道，对他们的思念对他们的需要根本不是他们的错！感情来自我自己呀！牵挂给予我必要的桎梏。有时我真的好想摆脱这些所谓抑制我的根。为了这些根，我得牺牲多少梦想和多少疯狂的计划。
但是，李佳颖是时候找那无从触摸的知足吧。找不到也不能怪别人。你常对别人说追求快乐是不实际的作为因为快乐是不存在的。那，你寻找的经验和梦想也是个无底洞。不知足的你，为了寻找这个你妄想的底即将会牺牲更多贴心，逼真的现实。你应该知道往哪一个方向是成熟的，明智的选择。
他对她的期望表露无疑。
我的这个人生过的也太自私了。新经验的刺激是我无法抵挡的毒品，一旦尝到就越吃越过瘾，一心一意想追求这个让我逃离现实的透使。今天自以为是的我才突然发觉到我是多么的堕落。脑里的恶魔甚至还跟我讲－他们是在拖累我，如果没有牵挂我就能自由的狂奔向我充满期待，梦想的人生。
我知道，对他们的思念对他们的需要根本不是他们的错！感情来自我自己呀！牵挂给予我必要的桎梏。有时我真的好想摆脱这些所谓抑制我的根。为了这些根，我得牺牲多少梦想和多少疯狂的计划。
但是，李佳颖是时候找那无从触摸的知足吧。找不到也不能怪别人。你常对别人说追求快乐是不实际的作为因为快乐是不存在的。那，你寻找的经验和梦想也是个无底洞。不知足的你，为了寻找这个你妄想的底即将会牺牲更多贴心，逼真的现实。你应该知道往哪一个方向是成熟的，明智的选择。
Thursday 25 December 2008
Them in Us
Its Christmas.
I remember Peer. Peer with the leather bracelet sorrowfully decorated with three metal circles. Each mourning a death of someone close to his heart. Peer with more facial expressions than me. Peer whose hand stretching out from a tree trunk adorns my study desk.
Some people come into our lives abruptly and leave permanently.
However, their indelible presence will forever be imprinted upon our persons.
In Boris Pasternak's-Dr Zhivago
-Well, what are you?...What is it about you you've always known about yourself? Your kidneys? Your liver? Your blood vessels? No. However far back you go in your memory, it is always in some external, active manifestation of yourself that you come across your identity-in the work of your hands, in your family, in other people. And now listen carefully. You in others-this is your soul. This is what you are. This is what our consciousness has breathed and lived on and enjoyed throughout your life-your soul, your immortality, your life in others. And what now? You have always been in others and you will remain in others. And what does it matter to you if later on that is called your memory? This will be you-the you that enters the future and becomes part of it.
I remember Peer. Peer with the leather bracelet sorrowfully decorated with three metal circles. Each mourning a death of someone close to his heart. Peer with more facial expressions than me. Peer whose hand stretching out from a tree trunk adorns my study desk.
Some people come into our lives abruptly and leave permanently.
However, their indelible presence will forever be imprinted upon our persons.
In Boris Pasternak's-Dr Zhivago
-Well, what are you?...What is it about you you've always known about yourself? Your kidneys? Your liver? Your blood vessels? No. However far back you go in your memory, it is always in some external, active manifestation of yourself that you come across your identity-in the work of your hands, in your family, in other people. And now listen carefully. You in others-this is your soul. This is what you are. This is what our consciousness has breathed and lived on and enjoyed throughout your life-your soul, your immortality, your life in others. And what now? You have always been in others and you will remain in others. And what does it matter to you if later on that is called your memory? This will be you-the you that enters the future and becomes part of it.
Friday 19 December 2008
Eulogy to My Pink Friend
Farewell my Pink Bike.
We may have spent a short time together, but I knew where to gently nudge your mudguard when you creaked. I knew how your left brake didn't work. I knew that I must never get into accidents for you will be hurt. I knew that I had to sit further back on your seat for it was crooked. I had faith that your pedals would support my weight as I first managed to stand up riding on you. On you, I learnt to ride with one hand. On you I learnt not to fall as I carried a cup of hot soup on one hand while riding you to class. On you, I made my first explorations of Shanghai. On you, I cycled alone to set up my first bank account. On you, I suffered multiple bruises and cuts.
On you, With you, I grew up.
Thank you... I'm sorry you had to die when I wasn't riding you. Wherever you go with your new form as scrap metal, I wish you all the best. Do carry a memory of me with you, for I most definitely will remember you... my pink friend.
On a side note, let us forget all the depressing stuff and be amused at this picture from TIME's "Pictures of the Week". It captures the scene where visiting parents of new students at a Chinese university were allowed to sleep overnight in the gym. :)
We may have spent a short time together, but I knew where to gently nudge your mudguard when you creaked. I knew how your left brake didn't work. I knew that I must never get into accidents for you will be hurt. I knew that I had to sit further back on your seat for it was crooked. I had faith that your pedals would support my weight as I first managed to stand up riding on you. On you, I learnt to ride with one hand. On you I learnt not to fall as I carried a cup of hot soup on one hand while riding you to class. On you, I made my first explorations of Shanghai. On you, I cycled alone to set up my first bank account. On you, I suffered multiple bruises and cuts.
On you, With you, I grew up.
Thank you... I'm sorry you had to die when I wasn't riding you. Wherever you go with your new form as scrap metal, I wish you all the best. Do carry a memory of me with you, for I most definitely will remember you... my pink friend.
On a side note, let us forget all the depressing stuff and be amused at this picture from TIME's "Pictures of the Week". It captures the scene where visiting parents of new students at a Chinese university were allowed to sleep overnight in the gym. :)
Wednesday 17 December 2008
Monday 15 December 2008
Some classes in China
Want to know what my professor teaches during computer class?
Look at the picture below! YES!
-he illustrates the different pens, markers and colours and thickness one can use on Microsoft PowerPoint. :)
Can you imagine your professor scribbling all over his slides? AMAZING.
By the way, i have to endure this every Tuesday night for one and a half hours. He also goes through all the different templates and side transitions. With GUSTO.
Another Class:
Marxism Journalism Theories...
For our exam briefing, the teacher separated us into foreign students and local students.
I being the curious creature I am, sat in for the local students briefing. There, she stated her high expectations for unique viewpoints, loads of out of textbook references, etc and provided samples on how we can address the exam questions.
For the foreign students briefing her expectations were...
- write more than 20 lines,
- come on time
-write 留学生 beside your name
- She told us the exam question, told us to go back and arrange the info...
- For the second question, an evaluation on News articles using Marxist theories, she told us that half our answer can be descriptive of the news article, and the rest just a simple good/bad evaluation.
-Then she concluded with... Lets just give and take a little. My expectations are not high, come on time, do the work and I'll give you a decent grade.
When i asked her if foreign students can get an A, she said well... foreign student standards are obviously not as high as the local students but... I gave one jap student and A before. ONE!
TADA! I don't know whether to be insulted, amused or grateful.
I guess how i feel is written all over Sirong's face below.
-note the raised eyebrow.
Look at the picture below! YES!
-he illustrates the different pens, markers and colours and thickness one can use on Microsoft PowerPoint. :)
Can you imagine your professor scribbling all over his slides? AMAZING.
By the way, i have to endure this every Tuesday night for one and a half hours. He also goes through all the different templates and side transitions. With GUSTO.
Another Class:
Marxism Journalism Theories...
For our exam briefing, the teacher separated us into foreign students and local students.
I being the curious creature I am, sat in for the local students briefing. There, she stated her high expectations for unique viewpoints, loads of out of textbook references, etc and provided samples on how we can address the exam questions.
For the foreign students briefing her expectations were...
- write more than 20 lines,
- come on time
-write 留学生 beside your name
- She told us the exam question, told us to go back and arrange the info...
- For the second question, an evaluation on News articles using Marxist theories, she told us that half our answer can be descriptive of the news article, and the rest just a simple good/bad evaluation.
-Then she concluded with... Lets just give and take a little. My expectations are not high, come on time, do the work and I'll give you a decent grade.
When i asked her if foreign students can get an A, she said well... foreign student standards are obviously not as high as the local students but... I gave one jap student and A before. ONE!
TADA! I don't know whether to be insulted, amused or grateful.
I guess how i feel is written all over Sirong's face below.
-note the raised eyebrow.
Sunday 14 December 2008
Saturday 13 December 2008
Wednesday 10 December 2008
YOU!
Let me take a breather from my frenetic essay writing and complain about you.
Unscrupulously you used me. Tactlessly you told me. Stupidly I helped you. Amazingly I helped you again. Shamelessly your chat window would pop up. Warily I will watch the lines forming.
Look how paranoid I am.
Unscrupulously you used me. Tactlessly you told me. Stupidly I helped you. Amazingly I helped you again. Shamelessly your chat window would pop up. Warily I will watch the lines forming.
Look how paranoid I am.
Sunday 7 December 2008
Home
And suddenly, I really really really want to go home.
I want to see that half smile of yours as you wave goodbye to me.
I want to see that half smile of yours as you wave goodbye to me.
Saturday 6 December 2008
HAHAHAHA
From Miss Austen's Regret-
Scene- Young innocent niece is about to introduce Miss Austen (her aunt) to future fiancee.
Niece: Oh I'd just die on the spot if you don't like Mr Plumtre
Jane Austen: I'm weak with adoration already
Niece: Please don't expect a Mr Darcy
Jane Austen: My darling girl, this is the real world. The only way to get a man like Mr Darcy is to make him up.
Scene- Young innocent niece is about to introduce Miss Austen (her aunt) to future fiancee.
Niece: Oh I'd just die on the spot if you don't like Mr Plumtre
Jane Austen: I'm weak with adoration already
Niece: Please don't expect a Mr Darcy
Jane Austen: My darling girl, this is the real world. The only way to get a man like Mr Darcy is to make him up.
Friday 5 December 2008
The Bully
It was so cold today. I stood there and watched the bullying shanghai wind try to push as many bicycles as it can out of its way. Fat, ferocious and mean, it even tried to take my ears off! I swear i thought that it was going to have its way when my ears started glowing red from its relentless punches.
When it knew that my hardy ears and fingers were going to stay on, the nasty wind stealthily switched its target and weaseled through my ears into my brain. It then proceeded to push it around and disorient the poor sitting duck. Vulnerable and moist, it started spinning and falling apart.
When it knew that my hardy ears and fingers were going to stay on, the nasty wind stealthily switched its target and weaseled through my ears into my brain. It then proceeded to push it around and disorient the poor sitting duck. Vulnerable and moist, it started spinning and falling apart.
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