A friend is someone who reminds you of your initial dream,
and motivates you to persue it and not give up.

Thanks Wendy.

Missing Out

Went in to work yesterday
and there were a lot of new changes.
Exciting changes.
A whole new list of desserts,
a whole new range of Christmas products.
While my manager was briefing us about the products,
I realized that I am not going to be part of the team
throughout this busy season. Again.
I'm definitely missing out.
Thinking about all the potential fun times.
Geez. I really want to stay.

Rock 'n' Roll

And suddenly, Rock 'n' Roll becomes the new gospel for me. Seriously, the music genre today is lacking the "rolling" factor.

H1? Likely.
4 down and 1 more to go.

Anyway, Jersey Boys tonight.
Should be good.

Coffee

Good coffee makes the world go round.
On a side note,
the take away latte I had from Seven Seeds today,
though still good,
was slightly below its usual standard.
Hrmph.
Different barrista I guess.


















Kelvin's Cuppuccino from Seven Seeds.

Dream

I had another funny dream.
Dreamt of going to some posh zoo,
very early in the morning,
together with my mum, dad and sister.
There was a flock of fluffy chicks,
a seafront walk,
and some indoor fashion show.
Of course,
there was a souvenir shop as well.
Bizarre!

Fingers

My ten stubby fingers.
They used to dance on the piano keys.
Waltzing between the blacks and whites,
they made music and art
together with Debussy and Mozart.
They were trained to precision,
crafting the perfect tone.
They were dedicated to art,
they were dedicated to beauty.
Today they no longer dance,
but fumble clumsily across the laptop keyboard,
making monotonous typing noise.
Corrupted they are now,
for betraying the art of beauty.

*

I went to my housemate's practice recital earlier on. He played Schubert, Beethoven, Liszt and another one which I can't remember. At least I can still follow the score with my eyes. At least I was not lost among the notes and music symbols. I gave some pretty constructive criticism. But to be a critic who can no longer play, that's very lame.

Despite the significantly improved financial situation,
despite the presense of close buds with similar heritage,
despite the familarity of Melbourne,
I still feel like an outcast.
I'm not satisfied with my life here,
not when I know that there's so much more out there.
I don't feel belong here,
not when the world is whispering in my ears.
I want a change.
No, I need a change.

Missing Europe

Flipped through my photo album of Europe.
Gosh, I miss those times there.
The people I met, the food, the sights,
the atmosphere, the culture, the history,
the people I travelled with, the money spent,
the train, the wine. EVERYTHING.
I miss them dearly.

Every little detail, every single excitement,
I yearn for them now.
The arches and domes in the cathedrals,
the cobblestone streets and astrological clocks,
the feeling of lost in a foreign land,
the cheese and bread for lunch,
and even the grin and laughter after (quite a few) beer.
It was a crazy trip around 13 countries.
It was definitely the best year of my life.

Unlike now,
STUCK and TRAPPED with responsibilities.
So caught up in the process of turning into an adult.
So sick of this mundane, repetitive, well planned life.
Give me back my fresh breath of air!
Give me back my Europe!

《我侬词》

读了11年的古诗古文，
其中最有感触，最有印象的，
莫过于管道升的《我侬词》。

“你侬我侬，忒煞情多；
情多处，热似火；
把一块泥，捻一个你，塑一个我。
将咱两个一齐打破，用水调和；
再捻一个你，再塑一个我。
我泥中有你，你泥中有我：
我与你生同一个衾，死同一个椁。”

管道升并非是什么诗仙，诗圣，
《我侬词》更不是什么世代绝作。
有时，还真得纳闷。
那么多的诗词中，
为什么偏是这首。

也许，
是她那微妙生动的文采，
也许，
是她那让旁人羡煞的浪漫。

Friends

Truly great friends are hard to find, difficult to leave, and impossible to forget. -Randolf, G.

Those were in the olden days,
stipulated, clear and genuine.
It might be ironic for me to say this,
but a friend today,
is merely a term loosely used.
Overrated. Without a doubt.

Perhaps, it is time to think about it
back from the very beginning.

Sergei Rachmaninov

I walked in my workplace and P's Rachmaninov was playing. At that instance, I was enlightened. I realized what I've been deprived recently was simply Sergei Rachmaninov.

A late romanticist whose music is so intense and filled with expression of grandeur. The shear emotion from his music is simply overwhelming.

Chopin and Bach, you've done well. Its time to move on.

Plate Smashing

We went plate smashing after work, along our way home. Partners in crime were the manager and the barista. The plates were the rejected saucers. Broken pieces were every where in the various dark alleys. I wonder if we were caught in cam. It was reckless. Yet, it was fun. The sound of the smashing plates, the strength you put it when you toss it as far as possible, the joy you share with your partners. It was a good night. I'm not under the influence of alcohol. Well, maybe just a glass of pinot noir.

La Maison en Petits Cubes

Inspiration always comes at the wrong time of the semester.
Hey, stop distracting me. I actually need to study!
Arrrghh!

赏花

花开花落，
周而复始。
人生离别，
虽无常难舍，
却与花无异。

绽放，灿烂，
枯萎，凋零。
一切归原，
即又复始。
欣赏，相惜，
悼念，痛惜。
既秋已逝，
过冬待春。

Sins

There is this side of me that I constantly suppress.
The me that vessels the deadly sins:
lust, greed, gluttony, pride, envy, wrath and sloth.
He resides in me,
underneath my consciousness,
sharing the same shadow as I walk.
He takes over me whenever my conscience is weakened.
He manipulates me whenever my judgement is clouded.
I fear myself sometimes,
not knowing when he will surface,
not knowing what he will do.

And within a day,
I spent $800 on vanities,
wasting all my previous efforts.



HIERONYMUS BOSCH: The Seven Deadly Sins