I am thinking about transitions. And you sprang to mind. It was 7, almost 8 years ago. You left, leaving me in my fits of melancholy for being left behind. Words have always been my best friends, so I wrote. To you, to myself, to my counselling teacher (I was told to do so). I still remember her, my counselling teacher. It was the first time anyone has mentioned that word to me. You are in transition period, she said.
Since then, I have been through a lot of transitions. Each one felt less painful than the previous one. I guess the thing about growing up is that you learn to hold things lightly in your hand, knowing that one day, you'll have to let go.
We used to sign off our letters with God bless you. When internet came into the picture, it became GBU. Then it became Take care. And now, almost no more e-mails.
It's OK, really. Even when each transition brings us further from the good old days, we'll just have to go on, right? Because these are the days, those were the days.
Friday, 28 September 2007
Saturday, 22 September 2007
Mid-autumn Lights, Clarke Quay
Iridescent lanterns with little wishes
L; I think God must have kissed your face
Sunguria Red and Sake Sunrise静夜思
疑是地上霜 I think that it is frost upon the ground.
举头望明月 I raise my head and look at the bright moon,
低头思故乡 I lower my head and think of home.
中秋节快乐！
Just as Christmas is incomplete without the magical and dreamy snow, Mid-Autumn Festival will not be complete without the lonesome beauty of the full moon and lantern lights.
Monday, 17 September 2007
Monday blues
The first day of the week has almost ended. After a day of slaving away in the lab, I'm not sure I can say that I have done anything of significance today, and this in turn, makes me feel extremely robbed of the day. And this pattern of life has been going on for almost a month now. I don't know for how long more I can continue existing like this. I fear one day my sanity will just snap in the lab. Sigh.
I keep on telling myself that next year, life will be different. I'd like to think of entering the next phase in life as changing a mode of transportation. I have been taking bus my whole life, and next year I will be in a faster pace train. One day, hoffentlich, I could have my own car and live life in my preferred pace. Sometimes I feel really tired; I don't know what I am doing anymore.
On a side note, the weather is lovely today, albeit a little on the hot side. Each time I see those big, shady trees in NUS, I'm reminded of how those days, not too long ago but thousands of miles away from here, I used to watch people having lunch in the open, lying on the grass, talking and laughing, and sometime just reading a book.
I keep on telling myself that next year, life will be different. I'd like to think of entering the next phase in life as changing a mode of transportation. I have been taking bus my whole life, and next year I will be in a faster pace train. One day, hoffentlich, I could have my own car and live life in my preferred pace. Sometimes I feel really tired; I don't know what I am doing anymore.
On a side note, the weather is lovely today, albeit a little on the hot side. Each time I see those big, shady trees in NUS, I'm reminded of how those days, not too long ago but thousands of miles away from here, I used to watch people having lunch in the open, lying on the grass, talking and laughing, and sometime just reading a book.
Tuesday, 11 September 2007
Wouldn't it be nice...
to lie on an enormous couch with a best friend, watching an old romantic comedy DVD, with chips and drinks within reach, no worries or deadlines in sight.
to close your eyes and sway to your favourite tunes.
to have someone call you, unexpectedly, just because you are missed.
to lie under a big tree on a clear, sunny day and knowing that everything is alright in the world.
Wouldn't it be nice if these were not only wishful thinkings.
to close your eyes and sway to your favourite tunes.
to have someone call you, unexpectedly, just because you are missed.
to lie under a big tree on a clear, sunny day and knowing that everything is alright in the world.
Wouldn't it be nice if these were not only wishful thinkings.
Sunday, 2 September 2007
Perfect Song for a Quiet Sunday Afternoon
This song has a sort of transcendent effect on me. On the first tinkling of the piano, it's no longer this little corner of the world for me, but a timeless, vast space where I can just lie down, peaceful and loved as the melody plays on.
