thoughtshowerings

换了新的样貌，心情大增！ 其实老早就想要换了，可是就是懒惰，心有力而毅不足。 好不容易找到一个自己心仪的 skin, 花了一点心思，让它有些色彩，因为它原本很单调，很不“我”。 但是这一点的心思却让我感到十分满意。好像有点大画家完成作品时，骄傲的向大众展示。 最近看到了好友A也开始用中文来表达她心中的点点滴滴，再来是收拾旧书时找到中学用的高级华文课本，感触特别良多。还记得中学时有多么讨厌高华课，老师的字一向来左耳进，然后就完整无缺地从右耳出。到了初级学院，发现不用学中文，多么高兴！ 可是现在我才发现我其实还蛮热爱语文，不管是英文或华文，用对的文字和形容词时，感觉特别爽。好像背后手伸不到的痒，忽然有个人来扒， 叹了口气，好陶醉！

Just watched a program, did not really take note of the title, but it showcased Brunei, and how its Sultans lived. I was shocked, flabbergasted, horrified at the amount of wealth pumped into creating the Sultans' lavish lifestyle. Words fail to find their way into my mind to describe how exaggerating it is. Gold adorns impossibly towering heights of flawless marble imported from Italy, large shimmering jewels sit upon mahogany staircase, intricate hand sewn patterns made from gold sprawl the carpets. An airy indoor swimming pool, lighted with soft and comforting lamps with a personal butler inside your hotel room. A personal theater where Whitney Houston, Micheal Jackson, Madonna etc perform What else can I say? But then it suddenly dawned onto me, with all the possibly infinite riches amassed, does it truly make someone happier? Taking myself to be an example, simply by eating a pasar malam's Taiwan Xtra Large Honey Chicken Cutlet can make me a very happy boy for almost the wh...

I think I am anti-social to some degree. Sometimes I am extremely anti-social, preferring to spend time holed up in my room, enjoying the solitude, soaking in the quietness. Sometimes I just want to stay out the whole day, not wanting to return home. Maybe I suffer from bipolar or some sort. Sigh....

Oh man, I am about to do something radical next weekend, something I hope I will not regret. It will be done, unless unforeseen circumstances crop up like how you would spend an entire week discussing in earnest to plan your best bud's birthday surprise but it gets foiled on that very day kind of unforeseen circumstances. Damn, I'm hyped up just thinking of what will happen. The feeling is like cheating in some major examinations, trying your best to covertly glance at the adjacent table to peep at whatever is written on someone else's answer sheet. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ On the side note, I have been following intently on the whole "boomz" and "bigini" saga. And just watched the video which she was famous for, and my god, IT WAS EXCRUCIATING TO EVEN LISTEN TO HER. I had a sudden rush of sympathy for English teachers, and feel for the first time...

I hate it when someone close to you just suddenly leaves, taking away with them a small part of you with them. It leaves you with a small, minute but noticeable tear in your heart that just cant really seem to close itself or patch up properly even after a long long time. Just when you feel like its time to get to know him more, poofs, he disappears, melts, vanishes, disapparates,boogies, whatever into thin air to somewhere far far far away. Its kind of frustrating and to some extend, exasperating. Not enough time, or rather quality time has been spent with him. Its like losing a favorite toy. So, its time I started appreciating people more more MORE! Come to me, and I'll spread some love!

Slowly, bit by bit, I'm finding my way back to into books. I recall the irresistible draw towards them, the alternate time and space it almost always manages to transport me into, immersing me in the plot, spoiling me with imagination. I do not know how writers churn out several hundred pages of words, seemingly effortless only to produce stunning reads that etches itself in memories. Words taking shape into flesh and blood, characters moving and speaking. Damn, they're good! So, yes,I confess, I'm secretly a nerd that digs books and is excited by good reads. I think I can feel words, nevermind the fact I'm not really good with them. like when they describe a fire scene, I can almost see vermilion orange fused with red flames licking walls. The heat, like opening an oven all at once and feel the outburst of the searing heat. You cant really stop books, they intoxicate you, (unless it was some math text on deriving a geometric progression) and overflow you with places an...

My feelings at this precise moment are kind of difficult to describe. It lies somewhere between here and there, not too much leaning towards here, nor taking any preference to there, just plain ol' between here and there. Promotions came and went as quickly as the morning's cold gust of wind, leaving some refreshed and energised, while others only felt its chilly and lonely bitterness. Some see it as an opportunity, as an indication of perhaps rain? And some are indifferent. Feeling chilly and bitter, friend S could only emanate jealously(which he attempts to hide) and discontenment. Resolved to never put in effort ever again(for the upteenth time) with such vehement, friend S leaves me feeling between here and there. Even if I am blessed with the gift of gab; that I am able to charm the birds off tree branches and orang utans off vines, I was tongue-tied. Should I comfort him, perhaps telling him that we all will be promoted in time, which was of course the truth? No, that wou...