Bent-Matchbox 20
If I fall along the way
Pick me up and dust me off
And if I get too tired to make it
Be my breath so I can walk
If I need some other love
Give me more than I can stand
And when my smile gets old and faded
Wait around I'll smile again
Shouldn't be so complicated
Just hold me and then
Just hold me again
Can you help me I'm bent
I'm so scared that I'll never
Get put back together
You're breaking me in
And this is how we will end
With you and me bent
If I couldn't sleep could you sleep
Could you paint me better off
Could you sympathize with my needs
I know you think I need a lot
I started out clean but I'm jaded
Just phoning it in
Just breaking the skin
Can you help me I'm bent
I'm so scared that I'll never
Get put back together
You're breaking me in
And this is how we will end
With you and me bent
Start bending me
It's never enough
I feel all your pieces
Start bending me
Keep bending me until I'm completely broken in
Shouldn't be so complicated
Just touch me and then
Just touch me again
Can you help me I'm bent
I'm so scared that I'll never
Get put back together
You're breaking me in
And this is how we will end
With you and me bent
Can you help me I'm bent
I'm so scared that I'll never
Get put back together
You're breaking me in
And this is how we will end
With you and me bent
Wednesday, 22 October 2008
Monday, 20 October 2008
Nights lost
shoulder, face, elbow, arm, forearm, thumb, finger, body, pressed hard against the cold white expanse of wall. Skin pulled tight, squashed, contorted. Limbs huddled. Eye-patch over face.
Sunday, 19 October 2008
People people people
Thats nonsense. 疯了！is nonsense.
I am perfectly lucid. Therefore i shall change it to 烦死了!
For the sake of this blog, lets just add some funny things.
I am perfectly lucid. Therefore i shall change it to 烦死了!
For the sake of this blog, lets just add some funny things.
leon
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Photos i took on trains. Unedited. For i am much too lazy.
Brendan
N112 Amanda, Delvina.
Okay. I'm tired. More to come.
Friday, 17 October 2008
Thursday, 16 October 2008
you
And i filled your hole up with you, and yours with you. Then again i tried to fill you with you. Supplement you with you. I needed you to patch yours, and i needed you to be in you. You in you in you in you in you in you in you in you in you in you in you in you in you in you in you in you.
Saturday, 11 October 2008
Thursday, 9 October 2008
The science of keeping Bananas fresh
To the good people who read this blog:
-Bananas cannot be kept in enclosed surfaces. They must be left to air and have little or no contact with any surface.
Learnt this from living without Riza! (for those who don't know, Riza is my dearest house help)
I shall share a ludicrous photo from the Xi'an trip.
Wedding photographers, prepare to be horrified... for THIS is how they take wedding photos in CHINA!
PP-ed it a little for dramatic effect. :P
Click to enlarge...check out their facial expressions! :D
-Bananas cannot be kept in enclosed surfaces. They must be left to air and have little or no contact with any surface.
Learnt this from living without Riza! (for those who don't know, Riza is my dearest house help)
I shall share a ludicrous photo from the Xi'an trip.
Wedding photographers, prepare to be horrified... for THIS is how they take wedding photos in CHINA!
PP-ed it a little for dramatic effect. :P
Click to enlarge...check out their facial expressions! :D
Tuesday, 7 October 2008
Xi'an
After a bout of joyous posts below, here is the ugly side of life overseas.
Sure, the independence is great. If you live in somewhere huge like China, ever so often you would get the chance to run off to another part without burning too big a hole in your poor wallet.
But what happens when you are vulnerable, alone with your room-mate, and at the moment-inexperienced?
In Xi'an,
- Our hostel booked before hand, refused to accept us. At 4am, we were left without a place to stay during China's golden week. (For those who do not know, golden week is one of China's major holidays. The entire country flocks to tourist destinations during this week. The crowds are choking and accommodation... what a funny word!-it does not exist.)
-The taxi driver that finally found us a place to stay-note that it was the Presidential suite in some dingy hotel. Demanded an extra 100rmb on top of the taxi fare.
-Our money was repeatedly extorted by numerous kinds of transport. Cheating, refusing to run the meter, you name it, we probably went through it.
-In order to get to a waterfall on a mountain 6-7 hours by coach away from Xi'an, we had to buy illegal tickets as the ticket people refused to sell us tickets to seats on a HALF EMPTY BUS. The man who sold us illegal tickets was in cahoots with the bus driver. Together, they took our 100rmb note and exchanged it for a fake one. This unfortunate incident was only reported to us after we were about 30mins away.
-At the mountain, we were told that without enough people, they would not take us back down. We had to wait till the next morning. Note-once again, no accommodation.
-The bus driver then sent us to a dingy motel far from civilization, next to a construction site where they were taking mud out of the yellow river. 150rmb was the cheapest room. It should have been 50rmb in a place like that. Once again, cahoots.
-Stuck on the mountain, we lost the use of our 280rmb room back in the city. Why 280rmb room you ask? Once again, as it was golden week, we could not get train tickets back to Shanghai. Illegal ticket vendors refused to sell us our HARD SEAT tickets unless we paid for the 280rmb room.
-More more, so much more. I can't begin to describe the horror and dismay that engulfed us throughout the journey.
I would apologize for the lack of craft when writing this entry. However, this was exactly what it is. Ugly, brutal, matter of fact. Cheating.
I have come out of this a different traveler. One that does not trust. No one, anyone, everyone. Walking down the mountain road at night to our dingy motel, my greatest fear wasn't the impenetrable darkness or the chance of rocks tumbling down. No. It was the sound of human voices. A whisper, the flicker of light, even a footstep gripped me with fear. I was scared. Scared of people. People. My own kind. So scared of the very people i put on a pedestal and sought after.
But photos are never ugly are they? Now see the beauty that this country does not deserve.
.
.
.
I tried to find photos. I can't. The beauty is tainted.
Sure, the independence is great. If you live in somewhere huge like China, ever so often you would get the chance to run off to another part without burning too big a hole in your poor wallet.
But what happens when you are vulnerable, alone with your room-mate, and at the moment-inexperienced?
In Xi'an,
- Our hostel booked before hand, refused to accept us. At 4am, we were left without a place to stay during China's golden week. (For those who do not know, golden week is one of China's major holidays. The entire country flocks to tourist destinations during this week. The crowds are choking and accommodation... what a funny word!-it does not exist.)
-The taxi driver that finally found us a place to stay-note that it was the Presidential suite in some dingy hotel. Demanded an extra 100rmb on top of the taxi fare.
-Our money was repeatedly extorted by numerous kinds of transport. Cheating, refusing to run the meter, you name it, we probably went through it.
-In order to get to a waterfall on a mountain 6-7 hours by coach away from Xi'an, we had to buy illegal tickets as the ticket people refused to sell us tickets to seats on a HALF EMPTY BUS. The man who sold us illegal tickets was in cahoots with the bus driver. Together, they took our 100rmb note and exchanged it for a fake one. This unfortunate incident was only reported to us after we were about 30mins away.
-At the mountain, we were told that without enough people, they would not take us back down. We had to wait till the next morning. Note-once again, no accommodation.
-The bus driver then sent us to a dingy motel far from civilization, next to a construction site where they were taking mud out of the yellow river. 150rmb was the cheapest room. It should have been 50rmb in a place like that. Once again, cahoots.
-Stuck on the mountain, we lost the use of our 280rmb room back in the city. Why 280rmb room you ask? Once again, as it was golden week, we could not get train tickets back to Shanghai. Illegal ticket vendors refused to sell us our HARD SEAT tickets unless we paid for the 280rmb room.
-More more, so much more. I can't begin to describe the horror and dismay that engulfed us throughout the journey.
I would apologize for the lack of craft when writing this entry. However, this was exactly what it is. Ugly, brutal, matter of fact. Cheating.
I have come out of this a different traveler. One that does not trust. No one, anyone, everyone. Walking down the mountain road at night to our dingy motel, my greatest fear wasn't the impenetrable darkness or the chance of rocks tumbling down. No. It was the sound of human voices. A whisper, the flicker of light, even a footstep gripped me with fear. I was scared. Scared of people. People. My own kind. So scared of the very people i put on a pedestal and sought after.
But photos are never ugly are they? Now see the beauty that this country does not deserve.
.
.
.
I tried to find photos. I can't. The beauty is tainted.
Alison's Shanghai Life
Here are a few photos from my life in China:
My Room. :) Please note that the beds aren't so big. Its the distortion from my precious Sigma 10-20mm.
Guess which is my bed?
Our apartment. Yep, they isolate us from the local students. (留学生) means international students. Our apartment is located furthest north on the entire Fudan campus.
Fudan's Journalism block. I have my Chinese classes here. This picture is only here to showcase our primary form of transportation. Bicycles-自行车.
More to come! :)
My Room. :) Please note that the beds aren't so big. Its the distortion from my precious Sigma 10-20mm.Guess which is my bed?
Our apartment. Yep, they isolate us from the local students. (留学生) means international students. Our apartment is located furthest north on the entire Fudan campus.
Fudan's Journalism block. I have my Chinese classes here. This picture is only here to showcase our primary form of transportation. Bicycles-自行车.More to come! :)
A different traveller
This year has been a rather eye-opening one.
I've been to the wilds of Russia, visited the Red Square and had the incredible opportunity to meet wonderful people from all parts of the world.
I've scaled a mountain, felt euphoria and the deepest of despairs.
I've slept on trains, sat on trains, suffered on trains.
I've tasted Xi'an. Felt pain in Xi'an. Changed in Xi'an.
I'm in China.
This year hasn't ended...
Drinking vodka and eating meat with random Russians on the train.
Climbing the mountain-please note pained expression.
Battling the crowds in Xi'an.
I've been to the wilds of Russia, visited the Red Square and had the incredible opportunity to meet wonderful people from all parts of the world.
I've scaled a mountain, felt euphoria and the deepest of despairs.
I've slept on trains, sat on trains, suffered on trains.
I've tasted Xi'an. Felt pain in Xi'an. Changed in Xi'an.
I'm in China.
This year hasn't ended...
Drinking vodka and eating meat with random Russians on the train.
Climbing the mountain-please note pained expression.
Battling the crowds in Xi'an.
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