It's all in the mind?
today in the chinese lyrics class, we analyzed this last song called ye4 zi3. and sure the song looks simple enuff but the theme is actually very philosophical: existentialism (according to my understanding of what existentialism is) so we should end up wondering that the chair we are sitting on actually exists or it is psychosomatic (oh i lurvve these BIG words ha)
so is it all in the mind then? i feel that to a large extent, it is. everything exists in the mind, including love. love is just a thought, if the thought doesn't exist then love doesn't exist. its like something in front of you that you see, if u remove it, then u no longer see it. i think one has the power to pysche oneself to believe in anything, if u tried hard enuff. so what exists and what doesn't is actually a matter of our own choices. hmmm...this is getting confusing
aniwei here s the song:

~{R6WS~}
~{SpH*~}
~{!!~}

~{SPR;8vJ'Cw5DE.:"=PR6WS~} ~{JGNR5D:CEsSQ~}

~{NRV*5@TZK}PD@oCf~} ~{D\?45C<{R;GP~}


~{TZK}M8Cw5DPD6y@oCf~} ~{SPR;8v=GBd~}

~{DG@oM#7EWE~} ~{IFA<5D9JJB:M6/HK5D4+K5~}

~{UbJ@=gC;SPF[F-R2C;SPUy6a~}

~{C@@v5DE.:"=PR6WS~}

~{K}>-3#UbC4K5~}

~{TZK}M8CwSP5DQ[>&@oCf~} ~{SPR;F,:~24~}

~{DG@o3A=~WE~} ~{O2TC5DIK8P:MSGSt5D;6@V~}

~{K|5DK.CfIOC;SPA0dtR2C;SPQUI+~}

~{3$3$5D=^C+IAK8WEN^>!5D2B2b~}


(~{R6WSNJ~})

~{0.GiJGJ2C4QUI+5D~} ~{Hg9{SGStJG@6I+5D~}

~{?l@VJGJ2C4QUI+5D~} ~{Hg9{
~{Ll?UJGJ2C4QUI+5D~} ~{Hg9{MtQsJG@6I+5D~}

~{NRK5Ll?UR2JG@6I+5D~} ~{RrN*K{CG1K4KO`0.AK~}


~{0.GiJGJ2C4QUI+5D~} ~{Hg9{
~{?JM{JGJ2C4QUI+5D~} ~{Hg9{J12V95D~}

~{S@:cJGJ2C4QUI+5D~} ~{Hg9{:tN|JG6LT]5D~}

~{NROkNRV;:C3AD,~} ~{RrN*UbNJLb5XGrK|R2TZK

~{M8CwJGJ2C4QUI+5D~} ~{Hg9{7g6yJG?l@V5D~}

~{R6WS5DQ[>&JGM8Cw5D~}

~{PDJG~} ~{PDJG~} ~{?l@V5D~} ~{PDJG~} ~{?l@V5D~}

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This song i believe was from the soundtrack of ?C?|?Cz, a movie i wanted to watch but i din watch. i rem that i also gave a copy of the soundtrack to willy for his farewell gift. shld be nice, i really like this song.

Two neighbours
everynight while my black ghost is happily swimming ard, my luohan ll just swim to the side of the tank to stare at blackie. well, though the luohan craze seems to have pretty much died out by now ( and my dad wld have found some excuse to get rid of it) if not for my persistence, lh ll have been gone. but i dun think it's right to give up a pet like that,afterall u r responsible for its life once you've tamed it. i like my luohan, despite it not being the prettiest of fish, i swear that it has got a character of its own. it isn't a dumb fish, sometimes u feel that its got good and bad moods and it acts accordingly. okie but it looks like its pouting all the time, but i m quite attached to it all the same. my parents think i m silly but i ll cry if something happens to it. and my blackie of course. as for the other smaller fish, oh well, i dun feel so attached to them ha.

Love at First Sight

by Wislawa Szymborska - 1993

They're both convinced
that a sudden passion joined them.
Such certainty is beautiful,
but uncertainty is more beautiful still.

Since they'd never met before, they're sure
that there'd been nothing between them.
But what's the word from the streets, staircases, hallways -
perhaps they've passed by each other a million times?

I want to ask them
if they don't remember -
a moment face to face
in some revolving door?
perhaps a "sorry" muttered in a crowd?
a curt "wrong number" caught in the receiver?
but I know the answer.
No, they don't remember.

They'd be amazed to hear
that Chance has been toying with them
now for years.

Not quite ready yet
to become their Destiny,
it pushed them close, drove them apart,
it barred their path,
stifling a laugh,
and then leaped aside.

There were signs and signals,
even if they couldn't read them yet.
Perhaps three years ago
or just last Tuesday
a certain leaf fluttered
from one shoulder to another?
Something was dropped and then picked up.
Who knows, maybe the ball that vanished
into childhood's thicket?

There were doorknobs and doorbells
where one touch had covered another
beforehand.
Suitcases checked and standing side by side.
One night, perhaps, the same dream,
grown hazy by morning.

Every beginning
is only a sequel, after all,
and the book of events
is always open halfway through.

Photo printing
today, i had quite a bit of fun printing b/w photos in the darkroom. ha, when the image came out after the paper was immersed in the developer, boy did i feel like a professional haha. feel like the whatzhisname in Blow Up ;p
sigh... i can t wait to do it again, but i 'll hafta wait til next wed b4 i can collect my negatives and i'll have a hell of a time rushing thru everything cos i need to print the photos then scan them then lay it out for printing all in a day's time. i wonder how i can do it :(
stoopid mi, go to a normal shop and hafta take so long to get it developed, neva crossed my mind at that point that i was down for printing my project on the 17th. stoopid me!
aniwei, i already called the shop up to tell them pls inform me asap once they receive the negs. and hopefully someone will take pity on me and swop slots w me :( even one extra day ll help. but at the end of the day, it's all cos i m blur blur blur blur blur so end up having less time to do. *hit myself*

aniwei, i really went to cut off one of my dried white roses and slipped it in btwn the pages of a book i m supposed to return. i kinda wrapped it with my library receipt so tt it wun stain the book. actually i think its quite a silly thing to do but no harm doing it. and it'll be fun to imagine who ll find it. it's a thick book. there s always a possibility that not the first person who gets the book after me will find it. haha feels a bit like Serendipity. only i din put it in a Gabriel Garcia Marquez book. i love Love in the Time of Cholera. but tt's another story.

hmmm...rem someone once asked me where i wanna go for my honeymoon. i replied saying not sure whether i ll ever go on one, then she said :"okie just tell me which place u really wanna go, even if its only for a tour." so i told her Spain? yeah i wanna go spain. besides that i also wanna go Prague and Taipei. dun ask me why of all places, Spain Prague and taipei. i do like to travel just anywhere but I these are just the places i wish to go the most :P

Moon River
Moon river

wider than a mile

I'm crossing you in style some day

Oh dream maker you heart breaker

Wherever you're going I'm going your way

Two drifters off to see the world

There's such a lot of world to see

We're after that same rainbow's end

Waiting round the bend my huckleberry friend

Moon river and me

What is a blog?
This is not my first blog, this is just a blog that i'd like to share with more people. i dunno if i shld continue the first one and take it from here, or i shld just keep the other as a more private diary of sorts. which leads me to wonder: why do people keep blogs?
right up to the 21st year of my life, i ve never kept anything tt can vaguely be called a diary. Days felt good enough, fleeting thoughts were fleeting thoughts; i never had the urge to write them down or tell anyone abt them. but i rem i had a morbid fear that if i were to suddenly disappear from this earth, nobody wld ever know what i was really thinking abt.
in a way, it made sense that i have never kept a diary and yet i keep a blog. diaries should never be read by other people; blogs should. i guess the reason why i have no desire to write a diary is that i dun see the point of writing things where i ll be the only person who ever gets to read them. kudos to the person who said i oughta be a writer. and here i m, in a place where pple get to read my stuff without me worrying whether it sells, whether i get any money for it, or even whether i write well, for that matter.
i wonder again, why is it that as we cross one of those invisible barriers again somewhere in our lifetime, suddenly we long to share our thoughts with other people. are we so alienated? once again i'm inclined to think abt the feelings of the person who sits down at the end of the day to write in a diary. is that the point where one feels truly comfortable and at ease, as if the real self is coming through? How this whole blog biz is going to affect r ships like so many other forms of tech, i dunno. but what i do find interesting is that, the person whom u hardly know anything abt in sch or work is slowly going to become a very familiar stranger, if u keep reading his/her stuff! hmmm...maybe i ll write a story on that and make it into a film like Jimmy's turn left turn right :P

Alone in the Dark
today i was alone in the darkroom doing my b/w processing. sigh the pictures din turn out well, and the experience was a little scary. at first i cld see nth, then slowly as my eyes got used to the darkness i cld see a little. yet i still din load my film well. oh well... i m not developing the rest of the film myself. all my painstakingly taken pictures destroyed by my lousy processing skill :(
it rained all day today, just the kind of weather i hate :P. okie at least i saw a brilliant sun set behind the thick clouds on the way home. how nice if all the clouds were to disappear and i can see the sun, so beautiful!
and a little happy episode of the day, my molly gave birth, i never expected it to be a her (not good at telling the sex of mollies) and i din expect it to be pregnant cos it s the sole survivor of four black mollies i had. so happy! but now there is a problem of overcrowding. plus the twenty or so guppy fries, i have 40+ babies, adult mollies, guppies, tetras=headcount ard thirty; one black ghost, one luohan, five goldfish. ohmigod, which means i now have seventy close to eighty fish?
this is getting outta hand!

surprise in a book
i found a pressed plant (those w little white flowers) in the middle of a book i borrowed. how fun! i'm keeping this one and picking another one to put between the pages of the book and return it :)