nostalgia

Today was one of the finest days I’ve had in a while. Nostalgia just takes you by surprise at times – I was deliberating upon my attending this gathering (or not) but it so happened that I went. It feels like time just flew by me. I like the visuality of this metaphor. A wind, nameless and rushing. There is something comforting about existing within a cliche: that way, you feel like your experiences are cushioned by some sense of the collective.

There is something about group portraits that keeps getting at me, somehow. Immortality is ridiculous.

Unrelatedly: I am not eating at Plaza Singapore until next year, if I can help it. And I am becoming more and more enamoured of Sticky Rice. Go my bank account!

moth at busstop

so long there is no waiting
you martyr, of this place
coming and going so long
you have flown and never tired of the light,
here

o have you come to comfort me
the embarrassment, of waiting
the seat is warm with the scent of my body
a posture, struck into dreaming
you come to the light

you know, you know,
the rain clouds gathering, potent
under your wings i know you are keeping
the light, for winter in this city
of late buses and lonely hearts

 

of new things

The new academic year has barely started, and Barnard has not drawn up the HP timetable, which explains the entire existence of my blogging presence. Without the timetable, it doesn’t feel like my internal school clock has started yet, and mostly we just sit around in the classroom waiting for Barnard to tell us when he would like to have lessons.

For the most part though, other aspects of school life has moved ahead, perhaps faster than I would have liked them to. 黄城 preparation will probably go into full force once the auditions are held next week, guitar does not seem likely to slacken. Meanwhile, a math test sits, silently, on a certain Next Friday. Holiday homework needs to be handed up. In Chinese, in spite of administrative issues, teaching is ready to begin. Oh, and a meeting with my H3 mentor is probably in sight, next week.

I knew this year wasn’t easy.

(Taiwan pictures will come over the weekend, in a separate post.)

 

travel, and a new year：回忆篇

Christmas passed especially fast this year, because I arrived back in Singapore only two days before it was due to happen (was ill and incapacitated too), and because I hadn’t entered the everyyear routine of shopping and thanksgiving. As I took time to ponder those divine gifts we are blessed with, I can recall the mundane ones that neglect has banished. My imperfect, mongrelised thanks to:-

The Classmates, especially Ya Wen, Chee How, Theodore, Rachael, David, Marcus Hanyun — for making this year more bearable than it might have turned out. If only by the sheer knowledge that the suffering has at least the merit of equality. =P

Ex-Classmates, especially Joseph, Jianhui, Colin — for gaming, chatting, and allowing me to find comfort in the past, as well as the present.

华韵众编委：谢谢你们的付出，很高兴能共同写下华初历史的一页，给我留下 2006 年最光荣的纪念。

台湾交流计划同学（中新两地）：谢谢大家的包容，让路走得更平坦愉快，相信每个人都有很大的收获，包括我。

And Him who has found me.

To a better 2007.

 

第一次

终于抽空出来写网志了……

十五分钟前已经关灯上床了，但就是辗转不眠。想怪空气的温度/冷气/风扇/床褥/枕头/等等

可能是之前做足了三个小时的数学题目，大脑还没停止活动，现在终于体验到思维阻塞的滋味了

这整个礼拜啊 — 就只能以一个字来形容它……累！

星期一：身体不适，决定呆在家里

星期二：课后开了简单的小华韵会议（真期待书本印刷完毕的那天…但之前得先加倍努力啦），之后就继续呆在语特教室做些排版工作（其实只是试用Pagemaker-把它给练熟了将来就不会那么麻烦|无奈的是，语特教室里安装的软件全都是华语版的，用起来超吃力！)。晚上照常去教补习。

今天：CT Session 竟延长一个小时……早知道该学同学“避课”（注意：不是“逃课”）。然后必须出席交流计划的一个总结会议；召开会议的目的原本是为了集合大家的意见 、回馈、感受等，但最终完全没做到，看独角戏。嗨……

累的感觉其实不会太难受。如果体力还没透支的话，暂时性的麻木能给予解脱。

脱离现实的感觉是……没有感觉，因为所有的自我意识完全消失，只存在对“物”的执著。

虽然感觉周末时，整个人即将崩溃……

没关系。