Nothingness

いま、会いにゆきます

Raising the Bar

For myself? A little scared and very worried. Whatever will be, will be. Que Sara Sara...

Windy Monday

What a windy day, with greeneries around him and looking up at the vast sky, he realises that it's not a clear day today. The sky is not blue, but it's decorated with lots of white and fluffy cottons. The clouds slowly float away, changing the sky scene every now and then.

With a heavy heart, he trudges on, moving slowly but steadily, carrying the hope that he will see rainbow soon. The clouds continue to float away from his view, while he continues to keep going. The wind still continues to blow, but it doesn't blow his troubles away.

Alone among the geenery, he sighs. He tries his best to stay positive, telling himself that things will only get better. All things can't stay inertia all the time. Things that fall will rise again. Likewise, things that go up and one day fall, and may fall real hard. He heard from a wise man the other day: "I was born to live. All living things are born to live, and since I am born to live, I wanna live a happy live. I wanna do what I love doing, and not to follow the norms blindly."

Eminem - Not Afraid

十字路 と私

The clouds and their various formation
Always busy, going about their own work

The trees and their continuous swayings
Are always busy as well, forming various kinds of howlings during storms, and breezes on a quiet day

The forests and their flora and fauna
Are busy growing, forming canopies and protection for the earth

The queen ant and her soldiers
Are also busy finding and ferrying food home

The people in the city
Are busy going about their own work

The people at home
Are also busy with their own affairs

その人生

A Raining Wednesday

Dark, overcast sky was looming even before dawn broke. Loving every bit of a rainy day. Streaks of rain come pouring down, the scene is not as great as that of snow flakes falling from the sky, but one calms down when seeing the rain beating against the trees, the pavements, houses and the window panes. The rain seems to make the discolored trees look even greener, the limping leaves fresher, and the dirty roofs of the houses cleaner, washing away the accumulated dirt.

Didn't work very hard in the morning. Will work hard soon.

あなたを愛する

Quiet Monday, Stormy Tuesday

Monday was slow; no emails, no calls. No communication for a straight 7 hours. The weather was relatively warm, but not too hot and humid. Another Monday of the week had passed. Still no news.

Tuesday came. The sky was already overcasted early in the morning. A huge storm followed and blue skies appeared in the early afternoon. Will there always be sunshine after the rain? Worked really hard in the morning without distraction. Will rewards come eventually? Went back to have a session with Soseki Natsume for an hour. Got distracted and continued to work hard. Tuesday has come and gone. Another week will soon pass. What a life.

Another Overcast Monday

Things are getting slower
Hopes are getting dimmer

Signs are getting weaker
Days are getting shorter

Energy is dwindling
No matter how hard she tries

Unable to control her mental state
She lets herself go with the flow

How long does she have to wait?
Nobody knows

A Tribute to Mrs Lim SL

Just the other day, I heard from a high school friend that my form teacher from 3A and 4A had passed away due to cancer. She was only 15 years our senior. I felt a great tinge of regret and sadness coz I didn't have a chance to thank her personally for the principles and life philosophy that she had incalcuated in me. I missed her every now and then. I owed my good results in my 'O's to her. She piqued my interests in both the Biology and English subjects. She treated us like friends and never in her history as our form teacher during those 2 years had she yelled at us or 'annoyed' us.

She loved to look good and seldom repeated her outfits more than three times. We loved to see her in her different pretty dresses every morning. I recall that in an outing to the beach, her then 4-year old son mistook me as her coz we were both wearing the same hair style. I also recall she asking my closed group of friends why I was such a snob, I didn't say 'hi' nor smile at her when I saw her outside the classroom. My friends explained that I was short-sighted and was unable to recognize people even 50meters away from me. I never had a chance to formally apologize to her for this. I guess it's too late now.

RIP, Mrs Lim.

Dreamland

All sorts of weird dreams appeared; dreams from the distant past and dreams from the recent past. Time ceases to exist the moment one goes to sleep. People sleep when they are tired or when they are bored. Sleeping is a form of escape, escaping from real life, escaping from our thoughts. Our thoughts about the past, the present and the future. We know about the past, the present, but we do not know about the future. Our dreams tell us our past and present, sometimes ridiculous; but they never tell us about our future. How I wish my dreams could tell me about my future, even if it's ridiculously far-fetched.