The Whole New.

Speaks of a budding future,

the excitement of the unknown,

of how beautiful things will grow,

of how dreams could be realized,

how things can change for the better,

how to make the current into an ideal living state.

It is very funny tho,

as everyday is supposed to be A Whole New,

working towards The Whole New.

Yet there is a specific definition for each season,

and it is implanted upon us, so naturally.

And I believe it is a lot more than just a measurement!

Happy New Year.

You Are So Beautiful to Me.

I do not know where to head

still

as the storm reacts within

How I wish that you could

be here to talk with me

about all I want to say

about all I want to give

and even

about all I am having in my head

and to embrace you with

every bit of salt and water

that I have in my sea

or I should say my ocean

I guess

you were the one that

always appear in my dreams

having them make sense

and

had me wake up in tears

And so

when I made up my mind

I should have seen

these coming

You are who I always dream to be with

after all

最多四个字。

空气

难捉摸

灰尘

在闪躲

天气

阴差阳错

他

在想什么

美女

那么多

温柔

到处散播

人知

易坠落

她

怎么沉默

拥抱，

好不？

Budaktu.

I have a very big dream

inspired by the long hair dudes on TV

bodies moving rhythmically as they play with their toys

of every decimal caught in my eyes

and I say to myself,

I am going to do it.

I do not know where to start

and I only have my very hands to start with

Walking in to those glassed premises or belled doors..

isn't just what I'm fitted to do

and I say to myself,

if I am going to do it,

there's only one way for that.

And as I see you drumming in the arcade,

with the electronic drum set one could least dream off,

your hands and calves were stiff

that you seem to be merely banging hard on the instrument

and you couldn't be bothered by the malfuction toy

how bad was your hair

how rugged was your baju

how the crowd reacted around you

You just kept on playing

with your foot bared,

and the tokens in your pocket.

How blessed are both of us,

to have our wants fulfilled.

狂奔在木屐。

‘好想告诉你

你对我是什么‘

‘好想看见你

翱翔在蓝色当中’

‘且想一起

又隔空仰慕’

真想把你

收起来

当我匿名的宝贝

哈哈哈 哈

来到

这一天

庆祝你的存在

生日快乐

:)

（你说

我狂奔在木屐

头发 散乱）

Outcast.

Christmas themed the party is,

one just couldn't help it but to make it as dominantly planned and designed,

isn't it?

When this sheep is returning home, not to be seen since a whole turn of season,

one just couldn't help it but to make her an outcast,

isn't it?

Then again, what is the purpose of having this Christmas dinner?

Why do you even call it a Christmas dinner..

'It's the season to be Jolly,

tra-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la.'

Tonight.

It was bright and clear,

the way you intended.

You speak like

standing ten feet away from me

As I watch,

the way who you are

and the one who I first thought you were

Aren't you

always the star?

I ponder

I couldn't help it

but to feel

this beauty of the unreached

好美

游。

我可以给你的

我希望是

一座山 一片海 一个星球

我可以给你的

我默地希望 你可以

收容 拥抱 放在心里

好多次

我何想你在我面前

没有阻碍的真实自己

就像我们所渴盼的一种赤裸

这样摊开

没有疑惑

这就是

我可以给你的

亲爱的

我相信我盼的

也是你想要的

我们一起去

会面 好不好？

沮丧

（我第一次

觉得 很沮丧）

其实我真的喜欢

也一直在尝试着

可是我

如果不对了什么

你可以不要就这么离开吗

我也只可以这样自私无助地恳求

（然后

我只能 到此为止）

对不起 亲爱的

我做错了

我……什么都不敢了

请你一定要默默地安慰我

相信我

对不起。

When You Sing.

I remembered how you used to teach me to

sing the song when I came into sense that I love to sing.

I remembered how you were honest to yourself

and the kid you sing the song to,

and also to the dedicated person you sang the song to.

You are a very strong, strong lady.

Also, a kind hearted one.

With you, I got to feel so much like myself, free from any existing structure,

I feel that you and I are together.

It was so nice, only as a kid, I didn't get to realize.

Now that you are on the bed,

in the season of return,

I do not know how to express myself to you,

behind this long line of giving back.

You have taught me to become a good person,

with your hard and tender teachings.

I just do not know how to turn back time...

and I shall not say I wish I could.

I will never forget you.

and the way you used to sing.

I shall, instead...

try to make your last phase of journey an easy one,

like the way everyone loves you.

and I love you too.

Who's Themed.

As much as I want to narrate you a story,

about how this glow that I bumped into:

I feel that I could not swim as freely as I could,

as it is something I yearn to treasure and protect it from within.

It is almost like the blurring of imagination, boundaries, reality...and beauty.

sometimes, it reminded me how much of a fool I can be.

Perhaps it is ought to be, rather than too good to be true,

which explains my position here, standing on the midst of a garden,

with the flowers that i adore.

I wish that I could savour this, longer.

*Stickied.

Hi baby,

I'm off to Babyland for 2 weeks, just so you know...

I will not be reached at the rate that I normally do.

I might just sink myself to the seabed or meditate among the mist up on the hills,

please forgive me being 'inconsistent',

because this is the time where I regain my consciousness...from the senses that I am once so familiar with.

The flare directly on top of the TV,

conversations men spared in the living room,

sound of the grill door dragged,

birds chirping in the morn...with the coffee orders,

mum's gentle voice beside the bed...

Baby I'm home now,

first time I feel rooted.

Imagine.

When the sun starts to set,

I was eventually thrown into fear.

Have I not tasted the tip of it since...

I can ever recall from the distanced dimension.

I panic as it crept,

from my toes, to my ankles,

now the grip on my shoulder...

...there is so mere to fight for.

Silently I wish that I could not be seen.

Silently I seek for a parasitic slumber on whatever source I could ask for.

Silently I imagined that the grip could be loosen,

and I would be left drifting with the flow,

to be waken up on the other shore of hope.

This secret dream of mine.

寻找

在寻找 或到达的过程中

有时候

会放肆 然后猖狂

其实 倒影看来

真的有点可笑

不 是真的很可笑

笑得自己很可悲

可怜地可悲

有时候情不自禁觉得自己好丑

所以选择不要做自己

还是 这也是一种自己 ｘ

在不想说话前

——“好伤心。”

I Could Have Been A Striker.

1. Absolute bliss is when you went for a morning alimentary canal exercise on the homey bowl -that never fails to have you welcomed.

...not having to worry on starting the day wrong.

2. Many among us have dreams. Consciously or not, we tend to work towards it.

...uhm having dreams, forgetting them, and had them picked up some time after?

3. Oh man, having oneself the discover she/he's being slightly preachy than usual....

...sucks big time.

4. I do not fit Starbucks because I don't own Prada, Coach, I-Pad-Phone-Touch-MBP, and

...this place is meant to be a heaven for splurge in the first place.

I'm a puffer fish.

5. I miss the place wear I've grown up, sing songs, danced with my mom, stalked the school band, theatered in despair, cried for the field...

...I need a ride home.

5 random facts for the day.

Gobblegobblegobble.

Flow.

Sadness,

flows like a stream.

To the floor,

to the streets,

to the sea.

Where art thou my dear,

I tried hard not to seek for you.

The day I most fear,

is just as near as my eyelids.

For the mask will not be shed off anymore,

gute nacht.

呼唤

晚上 风的呼唤

心被侵袭

顿时隔着四面墙 内只剩颗白球

我不知道 不知不觉

球飞了起来

四处游荡

游到了一个似陌生的仙境

它喜欢 喜欢逗留在那个地方

如果我离不开

这仙境山谷

我会一直坠入

放开

直到 有值得离开的泉源

现在让我 醉一下

在你的怀里

- 黑白

Peace.

今天

除了你之外

我学 了一个新去向

是 平静

这时刻

我顿时觉得

好 宽阔 好 舒畅

漂浮在 风平浪静的蓝布上

而你

就是 照耀着我的蓝天

发射你的光芒

染透了 我脚下的布

（我想说这个

好久好久了）

不过 这个

我再说一次

也会一直留给你

——谢谢

Ji Lang Ji Pua.

Ivy,

now I've figured out why this song appear in my head suddenly.

It is because not long ago (the previous Chinese New Year),

I have been watching too much TV,

which has this as part of its movies,

and this song happen to be its OST.

Come to think of it,

I like this movie.. because it feels so real? Although it's one of the Singaporean's technic of manipulation in their productions...I seem to willingly surrender to it- to this cliche script and ironic expressions.

Above that, this song actually warms me up so easy. It feels like a cradle song, to put all into bed.

(And all of a sudden, I feel that this place has alot of things to cheer of, instead to grief upon, so... everyone has the right to have a happy ending, or even to be happy concurrently.)

(当下，当下！）

I wish I could spread my urge of expression.

心—

很久没这么开心了

我的夜晚没有这么开花 过

使得 我突然敏悦起来

谢谢你 :)

Circuit.

The celebration of World Statistics Day acknowledges the importance of national and international statistics and aims to strengthen the awareness and trust of the public in official statistics.

Weeks ago, there was this act of disagreement to the statement above.

Bullshit statistics,

when the other is trying to prove so hard that it is never easy to conduct one?

I was just thinking, why would rebellious thoughts scatter for the sake of being egoistic? Is it a form to prove its existence in the mere wide leeway?

Why, as one thinks that he himself is expended, that he has the power to turn everything upside down, so called the power to speak, but not have his eyes open and see the purpose of every happening?

It is sort of amusing to witness this drama everyday.

To grow old doesn't mean that you have to be different from who you were.

Please save a lil innocence in yourself as you move on...

このままじゃ

I am relieved on what went over.

As in, it finally came to an end, this dreamy lil situation.

In fact, there are no more better ways to end this up.

Wasn't it too hard to handle,

or too easy to obtain,

the pace wasn't too encouraging nor forceful,

and it is still as natural as it could be.

From now on, it is another point of start.

I shall turn back and give you an expression of the innocent-

"Thank you."