Fulfilling.

As much as having a beautiful meal, with a great company, I recalled.
It was nothing that could be substituted, even at every attempt of reenactment.

I am thus fulfilled, after a season of change,
in another dimension this time.

It might be too overwhelmed for one other to keep, in the process of transmission.
I am sorry that I had insisted.

But now, I feel that I could leave anytime, if it was permitted.
If that was ever arranged.

I would embrace myself tight, as I embrace forgiveness.
I would let my grudges go, though I'm not sure if I'm ready to do so.
I would float lightly in the air,
a state that one has lead me into.

Fly with me, love.

Flutter By.

1. Of all the good things you said,
I started to doubt thy means.

2. Fourth dimension to be seen through mirrors.
It's a spectacle!

3. Pineapples became,
somehow symbolic lately.

4. If ever I'm an architect, working at construction sites.
I would imagine myself fishing on the sheave.

5. Only the crowd in Rio could sing X from Ipanema like an anthem.
You know, how they do it on candle-lit tables, hundreds of them under the same roof.

6. Faces I see
when relationships sail in the bed of blue waves. And I cry.

7. I'd love to say-
I'm a great actor. Literally, and the other way round.

8. Indigo is her colour, and it will always be.
Ah well, yes, it's just a garment.

Byakuya.

Snowflakes sprinkled on your head,
it kept me wondering,
what was it that had that triggered,
without mercy,
it must have been.

This very condition it sits,
where it isn't proportioned with time,
nor the flying fox,
nor the Northern star.

The universe is speaking,
it keeps me pondering...
whenever senses gathered and fluid
like a blossoming flower.

I wonder where does it resolve to?
Would it be, like,
one that exists without a purpose,
which is only feasible for a black hole to consume
- of all that one could reason of.

It is only a mere act of nature.
Better if I were to only witness from afar,
...snowflakes sprinkled on your head.

Farewell.

Silent felt so awkward between us,

when normally, we could still vibrate by just being static，

like mannequins in the display frame.

I guess each of us had our own ways to express our very last moments,

and I was sitting inside of my cubicle, looking through the window frame,

tracking my sight forward.

Why do I see you, you and you being so frail,

why do I see shells without... sparkling souls

where am I standing now, I asked

And I got to talk to the mirror in the corner of the cubicle,

I told her, now then I know, how it feels.

And then I said,

I guess this is how they express our very last moments, together.

It was an exception.

It was how tristeza was the chain of cause and effect.

It was... the emotion of dread in the air.

When I left,

there was nothing to be brought along with.

then again, I guess, this is how it should feel when the train really stops,

when the end, collapse.

So much of the emotional ride, like a cyclone - the whole could be dragged,

much like human, are we-

such dramatic art of thy beauty.

"Auf Wiedersehen, a bientot"

Sunday Afternoon.

星期日 中午

把你藏在心里

好好的 呵护

滋润 你

想要你 靠在我身边

星期日 中午

太阳高挂

照亮 且温柔

你说我是阳光

其实 我好想就这样

暖你一辈子

星期日 中午

通过照射大地的 宽宏

我 守护你

痕迹

老师的脸上

增了许多 岁月的痕迹

种种的 经历

那么潇洒 你

我看见

你给与我们的恩

深藏在心里

（虽然我们交叉点 不频）

Backagain.

When I was sent out to feel as much,

back then.

With the not so prepared shell,

but a very prepared fluid.

Under these huge green pointy roofs,

grande halls with ever familiar faces-

And the ever-dampy underground air that one could taste...

I have never felt so much welcomed to be back,

do things I feel best- and it will still be.

When I hook my eyes to the man,

conducting.

When I pushed my every breath to finish a resonance,

making sure I spit consonance,

wiggle a lil more than the others,

though I may look absurd,

for always trying too hard.

When I turn back, to see the ever together mates,

also the new potentials,

I could not wait to look forward for everything,

everything that could happen.

And what the ears could hear,

was not only the harmonies I'd pursue, forever

but the fluent flow of their very accent,

warming the cold spread of this odd-shaped room,

which is, what I always recalled

of recognizing it is a home.

The voices are enough to tie each of us together,

as if...nothing else mattered.

Why which is,

I can not wait to be back,

more than singing at anywhere else.

Jason Lo.

I do not know that this is the Jason Lo

that I used to be crazy on his 'Youuu-huuuu's'

back in primary

blasting the music in MTV

feeling like jumping all around the house..

is the one that I interviewed as a CEO

talking about Paramore and their music

sweating around with reporters and lights

and had the cameraman talked about what they used to have in Quickie...

...is actually the same Jason Lo.

(of course, the one I saw in TV and in real life is like...10 years difference?)

I would never have even dream about that.

Aiyoh,

hit me hard.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Moo.

There was a lorry beside the car,

on a stucked traffic,

that you could not bother to add on extra thump of blood through the vessels,

and then you just drive,

like the other lifeless zombies to the graveyard.

Then you heard something that you weren't supposed to notice,

"on the way back home",

that there was a cow, standing on the lorry.

She's in choco brown.

Not too fat nor skinny,

rather small she is.

I even intend to moo to her

on a half-hanged window

of all the things I do, besides driving.

And I was then reminded about Hari Raya Haji the day after.

One lonely moo in a lorry,

I couldn't function much on thinking,

but to be trapped in emotionally... just lets me down,

of the cow,

heading to the same direction we all are destined,

settled on the other side of an unknown.

For the purpose of being sacrificed,

moo- rest in peace.

Selamat Hari Raya Haji,

Salam Aidiladha to the muslim friends.

Ouch.

I was tad sensitive of the pain nerves after I read the story of this organ donation process.

The very night I was a bit high on Tiger and...
I hurt my left toe with a quick swing of the toilet glass door.
I guess my motor system ain't really functioning well.

And man it hurts a lot, but I couldn't cry a sound, and it's like only just one toe, when I actually read the whole process of this undergoing of the recovery from a surgery?

After that it seems that I kindda came across people hurting parts of their foot and every time their eyebrows seem to meet and lock, I smile with empathy,
man I feel you!

Ad-hum.

Today I get to do my thing...

it seems that I couldn't go without it, heh.

I came to realize that I really get to meet interestin people everyday I step out.

And that each time I only have A chance to speak for myself.

Of course we feel happy when it is ourselves that lead us to the paths we pointed,

and indeed we have to prepare for the worst,

like what the heck, I plan to google for table manners online!

But it was real nice to have hummed in the same frequency with a new person that I've known, it made me have a new perception of forms of acception,

all I know is a song that we fool around made me feel good all night :)

That is how some people talk to the others. :D

Mechanism.

I bought myself a pair of Sanuks today.

And 3 books on a book fair yesterday.

Indeed I am living the life that I wish I have to.

I foresee the shoes to be bought.

I foresee my books to be owned, with utmost satisfactory.

Guess I've learnt on how to live in an urban mechanism.

I have to gain my insides back.

Duh-Dub.

FADE INTO BLACK

Everybody know this is going somewhere..

I do not remember how the world spins.

How karma works.

I understand everyone is working hard for something,

but I still do not understand how things are meant to be measured... and gifted/ pounded/ pushed to one being.

It is not that I don't like to adapt myself.

Why am I working so hard on one when I am already destined to be another ?

And suddenly I wish that this is the only and best offer that I could get.

Speaking about choices, I'm glad this is a whooping fast 'decision'!

Duh-Dub, Dub-Dub.

FADE OUT

早上

早上起床时间
不算太迟

下去搭车时
天色是暗蓝的

我搭上去

说早安

转几圈

工作

好比在家一样

我把这里当 家 了（吗？）

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油油地

今天，我去弹钢琴。

虽然， 隔离越久就越心虚。

可是那个在脑子里印烙的旋律……

还有它油油的声音，

真够我实了一个晚上。





p/s: 虽然我配不得你好

可是我还真的很喜欢你！:)