Just went to a debate on Christianity at the Westminister Central Hall with Joanne.
Rather refreshing debate I would say. Haven't been to anything like it before.
It's really different from reading about arguments for and against religion in a book.
But I must say that both the speakers weren't like top notch. I can't say much about the person speaking for christianity because I don't take his stance so I suspect that I may be naturally biased against him. However for the atheist speaker, it seems that he is a little ill prepared to take on the religious speaker and his arguments seem a bit weak. The debate would have been much more exciting if the atheist speaker was someone like Richard Dawkins.
Nonetheless, it's still quite an eye opener.
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
I want to go home....
1:19 am, UK time. 27th February 2007, Tuesday.
Supposed to have lessons later, but couldn't sleep. Maybe it's because of the lousy wine. Maybe it's because I overslept and missed my first lectures in years. I don't know.
Finished watching 少年特工队 on YouTube. Laughed the crap out of me. Had a shower. Waited around sitting on my chair staring into space. I do that sometimes. Don't wanna force myself to sleep if I didn't feel like it. If I tossed and turned on bed I'd feel frustrated. I'm not unhappy. Just want to say that first just in case any of you reading this post has the impression that I am depressed or something.
My good friends would know that I do stare into space and go into my own dimension sometimes. So staying awake and not doing anything doesn't mean anything significant. It's just the way I am.
So, as I was sitting around, my screensaver came up. I used Picasa to generate a screensaver using my photos. I saw much of what seemed like a distant past. I saw the pictures I took when I collected my pink IC. I saw the pictures of me going out with my dance members. I saw the pictures of my family and I. I saw a picture of the group of six celebrating my birthday at Chevrons before I left for UK. I saw a picture of the Ye Sheng, Chin Leong, Renhe, Winston and I enjoying ourselves at the Esplanade Harry's Bar.
These photos of course brought out other memories. Memories of my NS days, my JC days, my dance days and lots more.
The memories are so fresh that that I could smell the air I smelled on that day. I could still remember the feeling of collecting my IC from Jiehan and asking him to pose with me in a photo, ever so vividly. I could still remember the day when the group of six went to MOS and Soon puked all over the place. Haha!
All these things are so close to my heart yet so distant now.
Now I lead a different life from that of my memories. No more late night (or should I say early morning) coffees at TCC or The Coffee Club. No more pool at Pool Factor. No more MOS or "Waititng Bar" looking at chio waitresses and kicking people's ass at the pool table. No more Chivas and Green tea while playing drinking games. No more squash. No more doing store in my "private office". No more dancing till we drop (when I say dancing I don't mean at clubs). No more family. No more cheap public transport. No more sun. No more going to Yew Tee Food Court to eat whatever I want. No more alot of things lah.
Sometimes I really want to go back to those days. But I know I can't and I won't. A person just got to move on. Like I said in one of my posts, 过去只是一种人生经历，而并不是一种负担. What's the point of living life exactly the same twice? When I look back on my past, I feel like a piece of my heart was left back there. A sense of loss sometimes overcomes me. But at the same time I feel a sense of warmth, in knowing that the memories I had are happy and that I had not led a life which deserved no memories.
But it's kinda hard to not feel a little overwhelmed sometimes. The powerful memory in this sense would have to be that of the days when I was dancing, especially in RVHS. Why? Cos it's literally a life changing experience for me.
I want to smell the air of my homeland. I want to feel the warm air of a tropical island on my skin. I want to hear people speak singlish all over the place. I want to see a sea of black heads when I walk into a crowd. I want to feel the presence of my family and friends. I want to sleep on my bed and in my room. I want to play my XBox on my sofa. I want to gorge myself with food at the Yew Tee food court. I want to go to Lot 1 KPool and play pool with Uncle Gan. I want to club like there's no tomorrow with the group of six (drinking, dancing, 猜拳 all included) I want to eat my grandmother's cooking. I want lots of things.
I want to feel my heart where it belongs...
Supposed to have lessons later, but couldn't sleep. Maybe it's because of the lousy wine. Maybe it's because I overslept and missed my first lectures in years. I don't know.
Finished watching 少年特工队 on YouTube. Laughed the crap out of me. Had a shower. Waited around sitting on my chair staring into space. I do that sometimes. Don't wanna force myself to sleep if I didn't feel like it. If I tossed and turned on bed I'd feel frustrated. I'm not unhappy. Just want to say that first just in case any of you reading this post has the impression that I am depressed or something.
My good friends would know that I do stare into space and go into my own dimension sometimes. So staying awake and not doing anything doesn't mean anything significant. It's just the way I am.
So, as I was sitting around, my screensaver came up. I used Picasa to generate a screensaver using my photos. I saw much of what seemed like a distant past. I saw the pictures I took when I collected my pink IC. I saw the pictures of me going out with my dance members. I saw the pictures of my family and I. I saw a picture of the group of six celebrating my birthday at Chevrons before I left for UK. I saw a picture of the Ye Sheng, Chin Leong, Renhe, Winston and I enjoying ourselves at the Esplanade Harry's Bar.
These photos of course brought out other memories. Memories of my NS days, my JC days, my dance days and lots more.
The memories are so fresh that that I could smell the air I smelled on that day. I could still remember the feeling of collecting my IC from Jiehan and asking him to pose with me in a photo, ever so vividly. I could still remember the day when the group of six went to MOS and Soon puked all over the place. Haha!
All these things are so close to my heart yet so distant now.
Now I lead a different life from that of my memories. No more late night (or should I say early morning) coffees at TCC or The Coffee Club. No more pool at Pool Factor. No more MOS or "Waititng Bar" looking at chio waitresses and kicking people's ass at the pool table. No more Chivas and Green tea while playing drinking games. No more squash. No more doing store in my "private office". No more dancing till we drop (when I say dancing I don't mean at clubs). No more family. No more cheap public transport. No more sun. No more going to Yew Tee Food Court to eat whatever I want. No more alot of things lah.
Sometimes I really want to go back to those days. But I know I can't and I won't. A person just got to move on. Like I said in one of my posts, 过去只是一种人生经历，而并不是一种负担. What's the point of living life exactly the same twice? When I look back on my past, I feel like a piece of my heart was left back there. A sense of loss sometimes overcomes me. But at the same time I feel a sense of warmth, in knowing that the memories I had are happy and that I had not led a life which deserved no memories.
But it's kinda hard to not feel a little overwhelmed sometimes. The powerful memory in this sense would have to be that of the days when I was dancing, especially in RVHS. Why? Cos it's literally a life changing experience for me.
I want to smell the air of my homeland. I want to feel the warm air of a tropical island on my skin. I want to hear people speak singlish all over the place. I want to see a sea of black heads when I walk into a crowd. I want to feel the presence of my family and friends. I want to sleep on my bed and in my room. I want to play my XBox on my sofa. I want to gorge myself with food at the Yew Tee food court. I want to go to Lot 1 KPool and play pool with Uncle Gan. I want to club like there's no tomorrow with the group of six (drinking, dancing, 猜拳 all included) I want to eat my grandmother's cooking. I want lots of things.
I want to feel my heart where it belongs...
Saturday, February 24, 2007
LIfe's a mess
What are we trying to do?
What am I trying to do?
Life's a mess isn't it?
You wait. You don't wait. Where's the line? When do you decide to change from action to inaction? The truth is I don't know where is the line. But are we asking the right questions here? Is there even a "standard" line to begin with? I don't think so. We cannot judge things across the board. I think at all points in time we need to ask ourselves what is it that we are trying to do. The question of "why" isn't that important here. Because most of the time, we don't know why we are doing things. It's just a "feeling" type of thing. Some of you may feel that this is a too adhoc and loose kind of way to take things in life. You may feel that in life there needs to be standards (like ISO 9002 or smthg). That's true as well. The need for standards is not in conflict with the "variable line" I am talking about here. You derive your "standards" from yourself, and no one else. The "standard" need not be the same each time. But then would it mean that you lack consistency? Again the answer is no. Just because the "standards" aren't the same doesn't mean that you cannot derive the same conclusions for different situations. For example, 2 men murdered their wives under very different circumstances (just imagine any circumstance for yourself, there's no loss of generality). Most of us would probably arrive at the conclusion that what the 2 men did was wrong (I hope). But the "standards" in which we judge them could be very different. This leads me to my next point.
You choose. You don't choose. When do you choose? When do you allow life to choose you? When do you choose to do something instead of another? How do you pick out which criteria is important and base your judgement on that? Choice is a concept central to many things in life. If you think about it, you will find that it is true. (at least I did) It is something which I cannot describe in words to anyone. You just gotta think about it yourself. Pull yourself out of your shell and look at things from the outside. But what I CAN tell you is choice is a beautiful yet cruel idea. It introduces uncertainty and freedom. Yet at the same time it can make you loose your direction. It is perhaps the most objective concept introduced in a most subjective manner. Choice makes the world (at least the human part of it) the way it is. You choose, what if you choose wrong? You don't choose, so you wait. But you might just miss a once in a lifetime opportunity. So how? Is there a "standard"? How does one arrive at decisions? That's easy.
You think. You don't think. You think through each step carefully and chances are you will arrive at a conclusion in line with your aims and objectives. But if you keep doing that, you can't keep up with the pace of life. And also, is life ALWAYS about aims and objectives? Isn't it tiring to be ALWAYS chasing after something? Somethings are best to left to the non-thinking side of you. Sometimes if you just allow things to flow in their naturaly state, it will turn out beautifully and be more than what you can ever expect. But that's SOMETIMES not all the time. Haha! So when do you CHOOSE to think or not? At this juncture, we return to the notion of "standards". When you think, is there any guarantee that you will arrive at the same conclusions each time? Where is the "standard" in you? Must the "standard" be the same each time you "think"?
You change. You don't change. Imagine a painter teaching his apprentice how to paint. Years later the apprentice becomes an accomplished painter. In his works you see traces of his master. But it doesn't mean that the apprentice copies every stroke every colour to produce his works. He learns why the master use certain colours and how the master executes certain strokes of the brush. Likewise, I believe that there's this core inside everyone which defines who they are. This core hardly changes (though it CAN change) This core represents a powerful tool capable of handling any situation in life, although in a certain "style". But just like the apprentice doesn't produce replicas of his master's art, a person need not be the same throughout his life. Imagine a person being the same throughout his life, quite boring isn't it? Just because you have always done it doesn't mean that you have to do it now. Just because you have wanted it all your life, doesn't mean that you want it now. I guess the pertinent questions now would be "what are you 'standards'?", "what is your choice?". It's ok to change as long as it doesn't violate your morals or your core. Be true to yourself and others. Let your choice reflect who you are and what you think.
To wait. To choose. To think. To change. I don't think I can ever understand fully what these 4 things mean to me. Funny as it is, if I live my life using these 4 factors, I don't actually have to understand what they are. I feel that I have much more to say about this but this entry is seriously getting to long. So in conclusion, I feel that life isn't fixed and yet there's this constancy about it that's hard to explain. You live in this moment and that's all that matters. What you do now may affect the future but what you can do is only in this moment itself. (if you get what I mean) Think about it. You don't have to know what you want or why you want, but be aware of who you are and live life as you would like to.
What am I trying to do?
Life's a mess isn't it?
You wait. You don't wait. Where's the line? When do you decide to change from action to inaction? The truth is I don't know where is the line. But are we asking the right questions here? Is there even a "standard" line to begin with? I don't think so. We cannot judge things across the board. I think at all points in time we need to ask ourselves what is it that we are trying to do. The question of "why" isn't that important here. Because most of the time, we don't know why we are doing things. It's just a "feeling" type of thing. Some of you may feel that this is a too adhoc and loose kind of way to take things in life. You may feel that in life there needs to be standards (like ISO 9002 or smthg). That's true as well. The need for standards is not in conflict with the "variable line" I am talking about here. You derive your "standards" from yourself, and no one else. The "standard" need not be the same each time. But then would it mean that you lack consistency? Again the answer is no. Just because the "standards" aren't the same doesn't mean that you cannot derive the same conclusions for different situations. For example, 2 men murdered their wives under very different circumstances (just imagine any circumstance for yourself, there's no loss of generality). Most of us would probably arrive at the conclusion that what the 2 men did was wrong (I hope). But the "standards" in which we judge them could be very different. This leads me to my next point.
You choose. You don't choose. When do you choose? When do you allow life to choose you? When do you choose to do something instead of another? How do you pick out which criteria is important and base your judgement on that? Choice is a concept central to many things in life. If you think about it, you will find that it is true. (at least I did) It is something which I cannot describe in words to anyone. You just gotta think about it yourself. Pull yourself out of your shell and look at things from the outside. But what I CAN tell you is choice is a beautiful yet cruel idea. It introduces uncertainty and freedom. Yet at the same time it can make you loose your direction. It is perhaps the most objective concept introduced in a most subjective manner. Choice makes the world (at least the human part of it) the way it is. You choose, what if you choose wrong? You don't choose, so you wait. But you might just miss a once in a lifetime opportunity. So how? Is there a "standard"? How does one arrive at decisions? That's easy.
You think. You don't think. You think through each step carefully and chances are you will arrive at a conclusion in line with your aims and objectives. But if you keep doing that, you can't keep up with the pace of life. And also, is life ALWAYS about aims and objectives? Isn't it tiring to be ALWAYS chasing after something? Somethings are best to left to the non-thinking side of you. Sometimes if you just allow things to flow in their naturaly state, it will turn out beautifully and be more than what you can ever expect. But that's SOMETIMES not all the time. Haha! So when do you CHOOSE to think or not? At this juncture, we return to the notion of "standards". When you think, is there any guarantee that you will arrive at the same conclusions each time? Where is the "standard" in you? Must the "standard" be the same each time you "think"?
You change. You don't change. Imagine a painter teaching his apprentice how to paint. Years later the apprentice becomes an accomplished painter. In his works you see traces of his master. But it doesn't mean that the apprentice copies every stroke every colour to produce his works. He learns why the master use certain colours and how the master executes certain strokes of the brush. Likewise, I believe that there's this core inside everyone which defines who they are. This core hardly changes (though it CAN change) This core represents a powerful tool capable of handling any situation in life, although in a certain "style". But just like the apprentice doesn't produce replicas of his master's art, a person need not be the same throughout his life. Imagine a person being the same throughout his life, quite boring isn't it? Just because you have always done it doesn't mean that you have to do it now. Just because you have wanted it all your life, doesn't mean that you want it now. I guess the pertinent questions now would be "what are you 'standards'?", "what is your choice?". It's ok to change as long as it doesn't violate your morals or your core. Be true to yourself and others. Let your choice reflect who you are and what you think.
To wait. To choose. To think. To change. I don't think I can ever understand fully what these 4 things mean to me. Funny as it is, if I live my life using these 4 factors, I don't actually have to understand what they are. I feel that I have much more to say about this but this entry is seriously getting to long. So in conclusion, I feel that life isn't fixed and yet there's this constancy about it that's hard to explain. You live in this moment and that's all that matters. What you do now may affect the future but what you can do is only in this moment itself. (if you get what I mean) Think about it. You don't have to know what you want or why you want, but be aware of who you are and live life as you would like to.
Friday, February 23, 2007
On my way home
Passing by the Natural History Museum.
It seems that the people are all walking faster than me.
That's fine.
Why should I walk as fast as them?
What time is it?
I don't know. Doesn't matter.
There is no desire to walk any faster or slower.
I feel at ease now.
Feeling,
Every air molecule that touches my face,
The cool air at the back of my neck,
My hair rustling in the wind,
Every breath,
Every step.
In this moment,
I am no longer the centre of everything,
I am everything.
I fill my reality with myself.
Taking in every sound, every sight, every breath, every smell.
Thoughts come and go.
I let it come and go.
This is reality,
My reality.
Everything around me,
I am aware.
I know where I am going.
I put my feet exactly where I want them to be.
I take in each breath with awareness.
I feel at ease.
No shred of automacticity.
No sign of disorder.
In this moment, this step, this breath, this thought,
I am myself.
Can it get more real than this?
Can it really get more real than this?
It seems that the people are all walking faster than me.
That's fine.
Why should I walk as fast as them?
What time is it?
I don't know. Doesn't matter.
There is no desire to walk any faster or slower.
I feel at ease now.
Feeling,
Every air molecule that touches my face,
The cool air at the back of my neck,
My hair rustling in the wind,
Every breath,
Every step.
In this moment,
I am no longer the centre of everything,
I am everything.
I fill my reality with myself.
Taking in every sound, every sight, every breath, every smell.
Thoughts come and go.
I let it come and go.
This is reality,
My reality.
Everything around me,
I am aware.
I know where I am going.
I put my feet exactly where I want them to be.
I take in each breath with awareness.
I feel at ease.
No shred of automacticity.
No sign of disorder.
In this moment, this step, this breath, this thought,
I am myself.
Can it get more real than this?
Can it really get more real than this?
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
About whiskey
My third shot is next to me right now.
My Chivas (18 Year Old) is finishing soon. Not finishing it tonight though. (not that fierce) Moreover, if I finish it so fast then I gotta find a way to get more. Too lazy to do that. Haha!
Just got me thinking of some things.
First of all, pardon me if I spelt whiskey wrongly. I heard that "whiskey" can be spelt as whiskey, whisky or bourbon depending on whether it is from the US, Scotland or Ireland. But it doesn't matter, you know what I mean.
Haha!If I sound incoherent at any point in time, it may be because I don't know what I am typing anymore. No lah. I don't get drunk drinking alone. And I don't like to get drunk or even high for that matter. I just want to enjoy the drink. (Which is also why I really don't like things like Vodka)
My Chivas is 18 year old. That makes it almost as old as me! So much work and resources has gone into the making of this whiskey. Not just that, it waited patiently for at least 18 years to end up in my hands. It's fate.
I'm not some whiskey expert but I do appreciate the effort put into making a bottle of whiskey. And you really learn alot from drinking a good bottle of whiskey. (I started to realise this since the first shot of Zhonghan's Green Label especially)
Imagine, this very bottle of whiskey could have ended up with some rich kid who would piss it away just to get high. Now, I'm not saying that I am the "god of whiskey" or something. But at least I appreciate the warmth it gives me and the content it holds within it. And the fact that it "has waited 18 years for me" (sounds like some love movie. Haha!) makes me enjoy it even more. I mean, of all the makes of whiskey and all the bottle, it has to be this one that comes to me. For this I am grateful to the makers of this fine whiskey sitting in front of me right now.
Alright, don't know if any of this makes sense. Will read it again tomorrow to double check. If you are reading it, it means that I haven't deleted it which means that it makes sense. Haha! Gotta enjoy my last shot and go to sleep liao...
My Chivas (18 Year Old) is finishing soon. Not finishing it tonight though. (not that fierce) Moreover, if I finish it so fast then I gotta find a way to get more. Too lazy to do that. Haha!
Just got me thinking of some things.
First of all, pardon me if I spelt whiskey wrongly. I heard that "whiskey" can be spelt as whiskey, whisky or bourbon depending on whether it is from the US, Scotland or Ireland. But it doesn't matter, you know what I mean.
Haha!If I sound incoherent at any point in time, it may be because I don't know what I am typing anymore. No lah. I don't get drunk drinking alone. And I don't like to get drunk or even high for that matter. I just want to enjoy the drink. (Which is also why I really don't like things like Vodka)
My Chivas is 18 year old. That makes it almost as old as me! So much work and resources has gone into the making of this whiskey. Not just that, it waited patiently for at least 18 years to end up in my hands. It's fate.
I'm not some whiskey expert but I do appreciate the effort put into making a bottle of whiskey. And you really learn alot from drinking a good bottle of whiskey. (I started to realise this since the first shot of Zhonghan's Green Label especially)
Imagine, this very bottle of whiskey could have ended up with some rich kid who would piss it away just to get high. Now, I'm not saying that I am the "god of whiskey" or something. But at least I appreciate the warmth it gives me and the content it holds within it. And the fact that it "has waited 18 years for me" (sounds like some love movie. Haha!) makes me enjoy it even more. I mean, of all the makes of whiskey and all the bottle, it has to be this one that comes to me. For this I am grateful to the makers of this fine whiskey sitting in front of me right now.
Alright, don't know if any of this makes sense. Will read it again tomorrow to double check. If you are reading it, it means that I haven't deleted it which means that it makes sense. Haha! Gotta enjoy my last shot and go to sleep liao...
Sunday, February 18, 2007
今朝有酒今朝醉，莫使金樽空对月
刚刚吃了团圆饭。
其实也不能算是个团圆饭，因为家人都不在。要算的话，应该算是个“结缘饭”吧！
人与人之间能聚在一起总得靠个“缘”字。能在此时此刻，此情此景，共度这佳节良日还真是难得。或许明年，就算能有同一个地方，吃同一顿饭，人也可能都不一样了。这种感觉有点像在巴黎过新年的感觉。生命中的每一刻都是昙花一现，稍纵即逝。有时还真让人觉得有点恐慌。
按照新年的惯例，酒是一定得喝的。当然，今年也不例外。而且也喝了不少。放心，我没这么容易醉。醉的话也不会写这么一大堆了。
可今天喝酒的感觉不大一样。平时都习惯了一个人或跟一些好友喝。那种感觉很轻松，很自在。今天喝的就不是这样。也没感觉特别轻松。也许还不够尽兴吧。
或许不是酒和环境的问题。或许是我的问题。
可能是最近脑子里想了太多东西了。杂乱的思绪阻碍了品酒的气氛。所以说“酒不醉人，人自醉”还真没错。心情对，有酒没酒都一样。
我想我应该快点清理脑中的思绪，否则错过的真得太多了。“今朝有酒今朝醉，莫使金樽空对月”这句话还真是应该去细细的品味一番。
其实也不能算是个团圆饭，因为家人都不在。要算的话，应该算是个“结缘饭”吧！
人与人之间能聚在一起总得靠个“缘”字。能在此时此刻，此情此景，共度这佳节良日还真是难得。或许明年，就算能有同一个地方，吃同一顿饭，人也可能都不一样了。这种感觉有点像在巴黎过新年的感觉。生命中的每一刻都是昙花一现，稍纵即逝。有时还真让人觉得有点恐慌。
按照新年的惯例，酒是一定得喝的。当然，今年也不例外。而且也喝了不少。放心，我没这么容易醉。醉的话也不会写这么一大堆了。
可今天喝酒的感觉不大一样。平时都习惯了一个人或跟一些好友喝。那种感觉很轻松，很自在。今天喝的就不是这样。也没感觉特别轻松。也许还不够尽兴吧。
或许不是酒和环境的问题。或许是我的问题。
可能是最近脑子里想了太多东西了。杂乱的思绪阻碍了品酒的气氛。所以说“酒不醉人，人自醉”还真没错。心情对，有酒没酒都一样。
我想我应该快点清理脑中的思绪，否则错过的真得太多了。“今朝有酒今朝醉，莫使金樽空对月”这句话还真是应该去细细的品味一番。
Thursday, February 15, 2007
CNY dinner
Just went to the CNY dinner organised by IC Singsoc.
It was at this restaurant call Habour City. Pretty good.
But there were quite few dishes though. Nonetheless, we made full use of the free flow rice, especially Kenneth. I guess he really made his mark tonight. From now on the whole Singsoc will know him as the one who eats alot of rice, The 饭桶 (i.e. the rice tub)
It was quite funny though because the waiter and the manager actually made fun of him and passed him a HUGE bowl of rice and challenged him to finish it. He didn't in the end. But nonetheless his ability to chomp down on massive amounts of rice is amazing.
The whole dinner was very cheerful. Everyone had fun. It's nice.
Well, it's the next best alternative to being home with your family. Wait a minute, in UK, these people ARE family. They are the ones closest to you in this foreign land. But at the same time, they aren't the same.
Hmm... How do I put this in words?
I can't.
The feeling is just different. Afterall, I've spent CNY with my family all my life. That's not to say the feeling tonight wasn't good. It's nice and heart warming, but in a different way. On one hand I'd love to be back with my family. On the other hand, I'm glad that I had the opportunity to experience all this and to spend this special time of the year with wonderful people.
Family's good. Friends are good. Friends like family are good. Family like friends is good. You can't always have it all. Enjoy it while you have them.
(photos on flickr. find it too much of a hassle to upload to blogger)
It was at this restaurant call Habour City. Pretty good.
But there were quite few dishes though. Nonetheless, we made full use of the free flow rice, especially Kenneth. I guess he really made his mark tonight. From now on the whole Singsoc will know him as the one who eats alot of rice, The 饭桶 (i.e. the rice tub)
It was quite funny though because the waiter and the manager actually made fun of him and passed him a HUGE bowl of rice and challenged him to finish it. He didn't in the end. But nonetheless his ability to chomp down on massive amounts of rice is amazing.
The whole dinner was very cheerful. Everyone had fun. It's nice.
Well, it's the next best alternative to being home with your family. Wait a minute, in UK, these people ARE family. They are the ones closest to you in this foreign land. But at the same time, they aren't the same.
Hmm... How do I put this in words?
I can't.
The feeling is just different. Afterall, I've spent CNY with my family all my life. That's not to say the feeling tonight wasn't good. It's nice and heart warming, but in a different way. On one hand I'd love to be back with my family. On the other hand, I'm glad that I had the opportunity to experience all this and to spend this special time of the year with wonderful people.
Family's good. Friends are good. Friends like family are good. Family like friends is good. You can't always have it all. Enjoy it while you have them.
(photos on flickr. find it too much of a hassle to upload to blogger)
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Sunday, February 11, 2007
Saturday, February 10, 2007
Corrine May -- Fly Away
Just got Corrine May's -- Fly Away from Han.
I absolutely love this song. Especially when I am alone in a quiet room (and especially when there's whiskey! haha!).
It's just so soothing.
On top of that, it really describes what I am going through. Still remember listening to it before I came to UK...
I absolutely love this song. Especially when I am alone in a quiet room (and especially when there's whiskey! haha!).
It's just so soothing.
On top of that, it really describes what I am going through. Still remember listening to it before I came to UK...
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
I Can't Believe It!
This is the 100th post in this blog. Centenary post, so to speak. (Learnt of the word "centenary" because my school recently celebrated its 100th anniversary)
Never imagined that it would last so long. Really got into the habit of blogging now that I am here in UK. Perhaps if I continue long enough I can look at this blog and remind myself of the "past". Haha!
Just to let you guys know, my previous blogs (notice the plurality) never went pass 20 posts, I think. So this is quite an achievement. Haha!
Never imagined that it would last so long. Really got into the habit of blogging now that I am here in UK. Perhaps if I continue long enough I can look at this blog and remind myself of the "past". Haha!
Just to let you guys know, my previous blogs (notice the plurality) never went pass 20 posts, I think. So this is quite an achievement. Haha!
黑白画映
黑白画映，是张学友的歌。
2007年2月6日，凌晨1点。我听着这首歌。
当然，这是我非常爱听得一首歌。 否则我也不会在我的blog里提起它。
我记得这是我在军中常听得一首歌。它让我想起过往种种回忆。
想起以前在我的storeroom里面偷懒睡觉。想起以前在bunk里，边听歌边聊天。想起PACES2 rollout的时候，没日没夜的干。想起在medical centre的pantry里面吃canteen food。想起每晚都偷跑到medical centre看电视。（说到电视，我已经很久都没看华语电台了！）想起commercial stocktake后跟staff tok讨off。 一段一段的军中生活片段，浮现在脑海里。
发现到， 原来40 SAR从来都没离开。虽然在当下，大家都认为那是个人间地狱，但那一段同甘共苦，同舟共济的时光，永远都会牵动着我的心弦。
真奇怪，怎么想起的都是一些快乐的时光? 苦日子都跑到哪儿？late book out, 被CSM整， outfield， 等等。现在想起，总是美好的。人就是这么“犯贱”的动物。哈哈！
或许人生就是这样的。我不知道。我还年轻，心情还不定。这种深奥的道理我还不懂。 懂如何？不懂又如何？老子说：“道可道，非常道”。所以就算我懂，我也不可能说给你听。否则我就不是真懂。哈哈！
过去只是一种人生经历，而并不是一种负担。人之所以能够回首当初， 或许就是因为我们要懂得学习。不，我说的不只是从过往的经历吸取教训。 我想更重要的是要学习如何以轻松，宽容的心面对生命的一切。宽怀对待生活中的起落沉浮。待人以诚， 以德服人。
哈哈！之前我说“道可道，非常道”。 现在我又在这里说了一堆。或许我真的还不懂吧。
2007年2月6日，凌晨1点。我听着这首歌。
当然，这是我非常爱听得一首歌。 否则我也不会在我的blog里提起它。
我记得这是我在军中常听得一首歌。它让我想起过往种种回忆。
想起以前在我的storeroom里面偷懒睡觉。想起以前在bunk里，边听歌边聊天。想起PACES2 rollout的时候，没日没夜的干。想起在medical centre的pantry里面吃canteen food。想起每晚都偷跑到medical centre看电视。（说到电视，我已经很久都没看华语电台了！）想起commercial stocktake后跟staff tok讨off。 一段一段的军中生活片段，浮现在脑海里。
发现到， 原来40 SAR从来都没离开。虽然在当下，大家都认为那是个人间地狱，但那一段同甘共苦，同舟共济的时光，永远都会牵动着我的心弦。
真奇怪，怎么想起的都是一些快乐的时光? 苦日子都跑到哪儿？late book out, 被CSM整， outfield， 等等。现在想起，总是美好的。人就是这么“犯贱”的动物。哈哈！
或许人生就是这样的。我不知道。我还年轻，心情还不定。这种深奥的道理我还不懂。 懂如何？不懂又如何？老子说：“道可道，非常道”。所以就算我懂，我也不可能说给你听。否则我就不是真懂。哈哈！
过去只是一种人生经历，而并不是一种负担。人之所以能够回首当初， 或许就是因为我们要懂得学习。不，我说的不只是从过往的经历吸取教训。 我想更重要的是要学习如何以轻松，宽容的心面对生命的一切。宽怀对待生活中的起落沉浮。待人以诚， 以德服人。
哈哈！之前我说“道可道，非常道”。 现在我又在这里说了一堆。或许我真的还不懂吧。
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