《换季》这首歌，是在车上听到的。原来在跟妈妈聊天，不知为何，在听到过门时，就不自觉地伸手把声量调高，噤声。
好喜欢歌词。在听到“让爱换个季节再开花结果，看时间把伤口酿成了收获”时，心纠结了。
有时候，失去并不一定是最坏的结局。不曾拥有，才是最好的结果。这个道理，是在失去了十年后才真正理解到的。一番经验，需要十年的时间，才能明白。
在听到“让爱换个季节再重新拥有，两个人用关心代替了苛求”时，浅笑。有时候，最贴近你心的人，未必是你身边的人。世界上，并非只有一种爱情。
曾看过一部电影，里头的女主角说过一句话：你最后结婚的对象，不一定是你最爱的人。其实，爱有很多，何谓最爱？
不能到最后，其实又何须可惜。如今在偶然想起时，唇边带笑。能笑着回首，坦然回首，如朋友般侃侃而谈，真的，更像幸福。不是吗？ 什么才是最后？太多时候，其实没有什么最后的。
一直记着，你曾在一个秋季一声问候的温暖。
你给过我最美的回忆，无论是谁，又有什么好歉疚的？
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Saturday, June 30, 2007
朦胧.暖暖
今天是六月的最后一天。这一个六月，发生了太多的事，在刚刚完成翻译作业，眼睛十分疲惫的我，已不想细诉。
今天跑来林的家做作业。原来是因为她病了，想来陪她。可是，其实比较象是她在哄我这个赶作业赶到疯疯癫癫的爱胡闹的人。
终于在八点多把作业解决掉。拖拖拉拉了这段日子，星期一考完试后，至少有两个月的喘气时间，因为下一个翻译考试是九月。
眼睛好累。六月发生的其中一件事，就是这个割眼角膜手术。也不知道算不算一时冲动。没想太多，说做就做了。刚动完手术的几天，好痛苦。眼睛对于我，应该是最重要的一个部分。不能看书，不如杀了我更痛快。
其实，到了现在，我还是不习惯不戴眼镜。也许是长久的习惯。眼镜不知不觉，成了一个保护膜，挡风挡沙之余，也是个变相的面具。没戴眼镜，感觉赤裸。不知为何，不能接受学生看到不戴眼镜的我。有些傻气地去做了个没有度数的眼镜，就为了在学校戴。同事问起，只说因为还有些度数，看书需戴。
其实，还有些度数是真的。直到现在，看东西还是有些模糊。雾里看花，什么都添了些朦胧美。不喜欢，不习惯。尤其用电脑时，屏幕的亮更是辛苦。每一晚都感觉疲惫。
其实，不该太介意的。看东西，何须太清晰。朦朦胧胧，懵懵懂懂，不是更好。
六月份的另一件事，是平回来了。有他在的日子，总是比较好的。和爸爸妈妈和平去了泰国一个星期，感觉像个公主。三个都是把我宠坏的人。
其实有些愧疚的。平回来的首几天，因为工作而忙碌的我，不是拉着他跟着我去学校，就是因为工作而没时间陪他。后来又拉了他出国。好好相处的时间，都没有几天。就是最后一天，拿了本书去他家。他看电视，我看书，时间如此宁静地度过。吃了晚餐后，他送我回家。那一段曾走过无数次的小路，追追赶赶，在嬉笑中，仿佛回到六年前。
最近在听梁静茹的“暖暖”，其中一段歌词特别触心。
我想说其实你很好，你自己却不知道。真心地对我好，不要求回报。
爱一个人，希望他过更好。打从心底暖暖的，你比自己更重要。
想说，你真的很好。可我常常不知道。抑或，不是不知道，而是忘掉。
很任性的我，并不太知道如何疼惜人。但，我会努力的。因为，真的希望你过得更好。
今天跑来林的家做作业。原来是因为她病了，想来陪她。可是，其实比较象是她在哄我这个赶作业赶到疯疯癫癫的爱胡闹的人。
终于在八点多把作业解决掉。拖拖拉拉了这段日子，星期一考完试后，至少有两个月的喘气时间，因为下一个翻译考试是九月。
眼睛好累。六月发生的其中一件事，就是这个割眼角膜手术。也不知道算不算一时冲动。没想太多，说做就做了。刚动完手术的几天，好痛苦。眼睛对于我，应该是最重要的一个部分。不能看书，不如杀了我更痛快。
其实，到了现在，我还是不习惯不戴眼镜。也许是长久的习惯。眼镜不知不觉，成了一个保护膜，挡风挡沙之余，也是个变相的面具。没戴眼镜，感觉赤裸。不知为何，不能接受学生看到不戴眼镜的我。有些傻气地去做了个没有度数的眼镜，就为了在学校戴。同事问起，只说因为还有些度数，看书需戴。
其实，还有些度数是真的。直到现在，看东西还是有些模糊。雾里看花，什么都添了些朦胧美。不喜欢，不习惯。尤其用电脑时，屏幕的亮更是辛苦。每一晚都感觉疲惫。
其实，不该太介意的。看东西，何须太清晰。朦朦胧胧，懵懵懂懂，不是更好。
六月份的另一件事，是平回来了。有他在的日子，总是比较好的。和爸爸妈妈和平去了泰国一个星期，感觉像个公主。三个都是把我宠坏的人。
其实有些愧疚的。平回来的首几天，因为工作而忙碌的我，不是拉着他跟着我去学校，就是因为工作而没时间陪他。后来又拉了他出国。好好相处的时间，都没有几天。就是最后一天，拿了本书去他家。他看电视，我看书，时间如此宁静地度过。吃了晚餐后，他送我回家。那一段曾走过无数次的小路，追追赶赶，在嬉笑中，仿佛回到六年前。
最近在听梁静茹的“暖暖”，其中一段歌词特别触心。
我想说其实你很好，你自己却不知道。真心地对我好，不要求回报。
爱一个人，希望他过更好。打从心底暖暖的，你比自己更重要。
想说，你真的很好。可我常常不知道。抑或，不是不知道，而是忘掉。
很任性的我，并不太知道如何疼惜人。但，我会努力的。因为，真的希望你过得更好。
Saturday, May 12, 2007
逃不了，最后谁也都苍老
好久没听93.3了。最近因为不舒服，父亲开车送我去上课，才在车上听了几次。感觉，仿佛回到了初院时代，那是我听93.3的高峰期。
刚刚在来学校的途中，一上车，就听到一首感觉既陌生又有一丝丝熟悉的歌。想了想，是最近好友介绍的一首新歌，演唱乐队队名怪怪的，记不住。老实说，最近听英文歌比中文歌多。再加上，一旦不听93.3，认识的新歌马上直线下降。好难得，播的新歌有我听过的，且记得住的。这一首，好像叫什么“情歌”的，旋律一般，歌词也普通，其实并不怎样。但，我记住，因为其中的一句歌词。
“逃不了，最后谁也都苍老”。
仿佛应了方文山《发如雪》的那一句，“我等待苍老了谁”。
最近的一个月，学校适逢考试期，工作量剧增。偏偏自己又不知死活地安排了许多业余的东西。搞得自己几乎夜夜熬夜改卷。也不知是否是累坏了，身体开始抗议，闹了一次此生最严重的一次胃病。疼得我恨不得把胃撕出来，不要算了。
这段日子，生活忙碌。又病又累。过得辛苦，让自己有些感慨吧。听了这一句词，有些触动。在我们为一些不知所谓的东西坚持着时，岁月已逝。而最后，紧紧握在手中放不开的，究竟是不是我们想要的？
把生活安排得如此密不透风，还不过是想逃？可，人生总是如此。越想逃避，缠得就越紧。最后，只落得一个苍老。这辈子，有谁真的能逃脱？太多时候，再用力跑，也只是原地踏。只怕，逃一生，却发现自己只是在监狱外自设另一个陷阱。
但，身边有许多朋友，让我感觉自己真的是幸福的。就努力活得开心吧。谁说，苍老不是另一番人生体会？
p/s: 在播了这首新歌后，93.3接着播的是古巨基的《喜欢》。是我初院时代最爱的一首歌之一。不知为何，现在听来，感觉甜得令人发疼。真的，年龄不一样，感觉不一样了。仿佛棉花糖，远看粉粉的，香香的诱人，散发着童真。可，买一束咬一口，才发现自己早过了那爱吃这样黏黏甜甜的零食的年龄，倒不如留作一份回忆，云雾梦幻。
刚刚在来学校的途中，一上车，就听到一首感觉既陌生又有一丝丝熟悉的歌。想了想，是最近好友介绍的一首新歌，演唱乐队队名怪怪的，记不住。老实说，最近听英文歌比中文歌多。再加上，一旦不听93.3，认识的新歌马上直线下降。好难得，播的新歌有我听过的，且记得住的。这一首，好像叫什么“情歌”的，旋律一般，歌词也普通，其实并不怎样。但，我记住，因为其中的一句歌词。
“逃不了，最后谁也都苍老”。
仿佛应了方文山《发如雪》的那一句，“我等待苍老了谁”。
最近的一个月，学校适逢考试期，工作量剧增。偏偏自己又不知死活地安排了许多业余的东西。搞得自己几乎夜夜熬夜改卷。也不知是否是累坏了，身体开始抗议，闹了一次此生最严重的一次胃病。疼得我恨不得把胃撕出来，不要算了。
这段日子，生活忙碌。又病又累。过得辛苦，让自己有些感慨吧。听了这一句词，有些触动。在我们为一些不知所谓的东西坚持着时，岁月已逝。而最后，紧紧握在手中放不开的，究竟是不是我们想要的？
把生活安排得如此密不透风，还不过是想逃？可，人生总是如此。越想逃避，缠得就越紧。最后，只落得一个苍老。这辈子，有谁真的能逃脱？太多时候，再用力跑，也只是原地踏。只怕，逃一生，却发现自己只是在监狱外自设另一个陷阱。
但，身边有许多朋友，让我感觉自己真的是幸福的。就努力活得开心吧。谁说，苍老不是另一番人生体会？
p/s: 在播了这首新歌后，93.3接着播的是古巨基的《喜欢》。是我初院时代最爱的一首歌之一。不知为何，现在听来，感觉甜得令人发疼。真的，年龄不一样，感觉不一样了。仿佛棉花糖，远看粉粉的，香香的诱人，散发着童真。可，买一束咬一口，才发现自己早过了那爱吃这样黏黏甜甜的零食的年龄，倒不如留作一份回忆，云雾梦幻。
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
little pockets of time...
Now Playing : I Miss Me - Brad Cotter
April’s being one of my busiest months yet… wushu competition, three concurrent dance courses, 12 sets of essays to mark for CA2, setting of the mid-year paper, typing of remarks for the mid-year, translation assignment and exam, plays/films/dinners in the weekends and the weekly social dance nights… have hardly any time to sit down for a meal unless it’s a pre-arranged dinner date…
Which is why I appreciate the little pockets of time… one hour or two in between places I have to be and people I have to meet… an hour or two at a café… time to scribble a few thoughts or just to sit and daze… time which belongs to no one but myself… time when I can clear my mind and keep bad thoughts at a bay…
Still, I’m thankful for all in my life… everything that makes me alive… work that fills my days with purpose… the plays and films that fill my soul… friends that goes beyond the word “friend” that makes me feel cherished and blessed… I have angels in my life...
I'm not the same... Just someone else using my name...
I wish you'll come back... coz I miss me...
April’s being one of my busiest months yet… wushu competition, three concurrent dance courses, 12 sets of essays to mark for CA2, setting of the mid-year paper, typing of remarks for the mid-year, translation assignment and exam, plays/films/dinners in the weekends and the weekly social dance nights… have hardly any time to sit down for a meal unless it’s a pre-arranged dinner date…
Which is why I appreciate the little pockets of time… one hour or two in between places I have to be and people I have to meet… an hour or two at a café… time to scribble a few thoughts or just to sit and daze… time which belongs to no one but myself… time when I can clear my mind and keep bad thoughts at a bay…
Still, I’m thankful for all in my life… everything that makes me alive… work that fills my days with purpose… the plays and films that fill my soul… friends that goes beyond the word “friend” that makes me feel cherished and blessed… I have angels in my life...
I'm not the same... Just someone else using my name...
I wish you'll come back... coz I miss me...
Sunday, April 15, 2007
Stars in the sky...
Weekend was jammed starting from Fri midnite when I started to do my translation assignment which was supposed to be handed in before the exam on Sat…it was a horrible assignment…. one part political, one part economic and one part expository. All subjects I hate and am unfamiliar with…called P who dropped his work to help… finished two thirds of it and went to bed. Woke up at 8plus to continue and finished it at about 11am. Dashed to my cousin’s place to print it out before coming back to pack for the exam… which I had no time to study for at all. But it turned out okay I guess. The paper wasn’t too hard; at least it was nowhere as hard as the assignment. Anyway, it’s two down, and four more modules to go…
Went dancing at night after the paper and had one of the rare fun nights for months… althou I got whacked on the nose by J. It’s the first time I ever got whacked since I started dancing 2 years back. Stepped on, yes, multiple times. Whacked people, yes, multiple times too. But never ever got whacked, much least on the face. At least it was memorable. J was so apologetic it’s actually funny. But minus the painful/humorous incident, it was a great dance night. Union was actually not crowded at all but most of the crowd I dance with was there, which is a great combination.
Met with Lin today for Blithe Spirit, a light-hearted comedy that we both need…a little bit of fluff. Went for tea at an elegant café after… always enjoy the time with her… Had dinner after with another friend before returning home…
Missed a couple of stops on the way home and ended up somewhere near P’s place instead. Decided to walk home instead of taking a return bus, thought it would be faster if I took the back way. But it was dark and I took a wrong turn into a dead end and got lost in the labyrinth of private housing… It wasn’t a very smart move I guess… The roads were quiet and dimly lit and I passed a couple of construction workers…. took a few tries before I found a stairway I didn’t knew existed that led down to a road I was more familiar with. I thought I knew the area, but I guess I only really know the way from P’s place to mine. Still, there are rewards… raised my head when walking through a shadowy road to see stars in the sky. It’s a moonless, starry sky…never realized that one could see so many stars in the sky in Singapore… I may have got home 30 minutes later than I should, but it was a cool night and the stars accompanied me home… It would have been lovely walk, if not for the fact that I had to rush home to type my remarks…
Went dancing at night after the paper and had one of the rare fun nights for months… althou I got whacked on the nose by J. It’s the first time I ever got whacked since I started dancing 2 years back. Stepped on, yes, multiple times. Whacked people, yes, multiple times too. But never ever got whacked, much least on the face. At least it was memorable. J was so apologetic it’s actually funny. But minus the painful/humorous incident, it was a great dance night. Union was actually not crowded at all but most of the crowd I dance with was there, which is a great combination.
Met with Lin today for Blithe Spirit, a light-hearted comedy that we both need…a little bit of fluff. Went for tea at an elegant café after… always enjoy the time with her… Had dinner after with another friend before returning home…
Missed a couple of stops on the way home and ended up somewhere near P’s place instead. Decided to walk home instead of taking a return bus, thought it would be faster if I took the back way. But it was dark and I took a wrong turn into a dead end and got lost in the labyrinth of private housing… It wasn’t a very smart move I guess… The roads were quiet and dimly lit and I passed a couple of construction workers…. took a few tries before I found a stairway I didn’t knew existed that led down to a road I was more familiar with. I thought I knew the area, but I guess I only really know the way from P’s place to mine. Still, there are rewards… raised my head when walking through a shadowy road to see stars in the sky. It’s a moonless, starry sky…never realized that one could see so many stars in the sky in Singapore… I may have got home 30 minutes later than I should, but it was a cool night and the stars accompanied me home… It would have been lovely walk, if not for the fact that I had to rush home to type my remarks…
Sunday, April 08, 2007
失而复得
好久没这样一个星期天，全天待在家里。
想好好休息。想寻回一些平静。思绪却仍旧混乱。
原来失去的，不是那么容易就能寻回的。抑或，是从来没拥有过的，也就无所谓寻回。
前天不小心按了查阅hotmail的键，愕然发现因为太久没进入，hotmail竟然把所有的邮件都删除了。只留了hotmail staff寄来的一封不知所谓的邮件。心情莫名的惊慌。打了电话给平，问他这些邮件是否有存底。印象中没有，他只存了mit的信件，因为知道毕业后户口会被删除。hotmail的一来是他寄给我的，二来从没想过会被删除，没理由备存。
这些信，是六年前的信件了。若不是不小心发现已经失去，也许也不会想到要去看。但，在知道也许再无阅读的可能性时，却发现这几封信的重要性。
真的重要吗？
平试图安慰我时，说我们之间互寄的信件如此之多。手写的，短讯的，不同的邮址存的信件数不胜数。在一起六年，他在西我在东的日子占了大部分，彼此的文字堆积如山。也不差hotmail的这几封吧。
不一样的。Hotmail的这几封，记录的是最初的单纯。是再也找不回来的感觉。没有包袱，没有要求，没有压力。只有最纯的思念与甜蜜。六年了。当初的许多都已失去。也许，是注定的。感觉找不回来，留着些黑白的证明又有何用？可，却无法克制自己莫名的在乎。就是无法接受失去这些信件的可能。
几个小时后，平打了电话来，说找到了。原来，真的有备存，在一张CD里。
读了吗？感觉，好像是另外一个人写的，对不对？
找到了。却不想再读。不想，面对自己的改变。
想好好休息。想寻回一些平静。思绪却仍旧混乱。
原来失去的，不是那么容易就能寻回的。抑或，是从来没拥有过的，也就无所谓寻回。
前天不小心按了查阅hotmail的键，愕然发现因为太久没进入，hotmail竟然把所有的邮件都删除了。只留了hotmail staff寄来的一封不知所谓的邮件。心情莫名的惊慌。打了电话给平，问他这些邮件是否有存底。印象中没有，他只存了mit的信件，因为知道毕业后户口会被删除。hotmail的一来是他寄给我的，二来从没想过会被删除，没理由备存。
这些信，是六年前的信件了。若不是不小心发现已经失去，也许也不会想到要去看。但，在知道也许再无阅读的可能性时，却发现这几封信的重要性。
真的重要吗？
平试图安慰我时，说我们之间互寄的信件如此之多。手写的，短讯的，不同的邮址存的信件数不胜数。在一起六年，他在西我在东的日子占了大部分，彼此的文字堆积如山。也不差hotmail的这几封吧。
不一样的。Hotmail的这几封，记录的是最初的单纯。是再也找不回来的感觉。没有包袱，没有要求，没有压力。只有最纯的思念与甜蜜。六年了。当初的许多都已失去。也许，是注定的。感觉找不回来，留着些黑白的证明又有何用？可，却无法克制自己莫名的在乎。就是无法接受失去这些信件的可能。
几个小时后，平打了电话来，说找到了。原来，真的有备存，在一张CD里。
读了吗？感觉，好像是另外一个人写的，对不对？
找到了。却不想再读。不想，面对自己的改变。
Monday, March 26, 2007
Monday, March 12, 2007
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最近的人生让我过得很无措。
今天是妈妈的生日，妈妈却告诉了我一些事。她说我们长大了，她做的决定不该再影响我们。不是的。再大，我们还是她的小孩。和妈妈出去，说了很多话，有些角色逆转的感觉。但其实我凭什么？如果她所说的真的成真，我会如何？又能如何？
今天收到平寄来的生日礼物。想哭。
昨晚和萱聊天。发现她比我勇敢坚强太多。我身边的朋友，都是好的。只是，在他人眼中，我们都该是坏的吧。如果他们能透视我们表层的华美包装。
今天是妈妈的生日，妈妈却告诉了我一些事。她说我们长大了，她做的决定不该再影响我们。不是的。再大，我们还是她的小孩。和妈妈出去，说了很多话，有些角色逆转的感觉。但其实我凭什么？如果她所说的真的成真，我会如何？又能如何？
今天收到平寄来的生日礼物。想哭。
昨晚和萱聊天。发现她比我勇敢坚强太多。我身边的朋友，都是好的。只是，在他人眼中，我们都该是坏的吧。如果他们能透视我们表层的华美包装。
Monday, March 05, 2007
轻
心情轻快。
好久没感觉这么轻松了。抑在心中的一份沉沉似乎随风轻云淡飘逸。心中缺落的那一角并没补上，但至少不再淋血。
星期天，待在家里。责我夜夜笙歌的父母，竟然选我乖乖在家的一天，全跑出门。没关，就自己一个待在家，看戏睡觉。晚上赖在沙发上，有一句没一句地改卷，有一搭没一搭地和妈妈闲聊。妈妈其实是聪明的，什么都瞒不了她。但，她更聪明地什么都不说。
一个星期天，就这么简单地过了。原来，打开了一个结会使另一个解不开的结松化一些。有些事，一辈子也无法解，那也不用太执着吧。这人生嘛，不也就这样过了。
晚上早睡。这是多么难得的享受。好喜欢这种感觉，仿佛喝了一杯清凉的茉莉绿茶。
不是放开。但，也是放开。
好久没感觉这么轻松了。抑在心中的一份沉沉似乎随风轻云淡飘逸。心中缺落的那一角并没补上，但至少不再淋血。
星期天，待在家里。责我夜夜笙歌的父母，竟然选我乖乖在家的一天，全跑出门。没关，就自己一个待在家，看戏睡觉。晚上赖在沙发上，有一句没一句地改卷，有一搭没一搭地和妈妈闲聊。妈妈其实是聪明的，什么都瞒不了她。但，她更聪明地什么都不说。
一个星期天，就这么简单地过了。原来，打开了一个结会使另一个解不开的结松化一些。有些事，一辈子也无法解，那也不用太执着吧。这人生嘛，不也就这样过了。
晚上早睡。这是多么难得的享受。好喜欢这种感觉，仿佛喝了一杯清凉的茉莉绿茶。
不是放开。但，也是放开。
Monday, February 26, 2007
简讯心情
前些日子因为一个朋友偏爱以发简讯的方式沟通，手机信箱经常爆满。所以这几天常常发现自己在做删除简讯的工作。
常告诉自己，要养成一收到简讯，阅读完毕，就立刻删除的好习惯。但却无法做到。
偏自己有个怪癖。在删除简讯时，喜欢一个一个打开来，重读一遍再删。手机设有“删除所有信息”的智能功能，却从来只是摆着不用。费时费力，却能重新回味一段段的对话。就算简单如朋友传来的“赶着去朋友家，手机快没电了”，这么一个平凡的信息，也藏着一层回忆。原先是收到时，习惯性的不删。隔几天随意翻阅到，不觉感到窝心，也就不舍得删。
就这样收着，收着，信箱不觉爆满。以往发简讯还只是一种生活便利，只在无法通电话时才用。现在碰到一个朋友把简讯当MSN用，一天就可以爆我一次信箱，就真的开始埋怨了。不由得怨起自己的手机只能容约200个信息。但，以往的手机只能收10个信息的。人心呀，永远无法满足。
其实，埋怨也只是口头的碎念。删简讯，是个差事，但却也是一种享受。
Each message means, you are in my thoughts.
会这么怨，是因为每一个简讯，都珍惜。
常告诉自己，要养成一收到简讯，阅读完毕，就立刻删除的好习惯。但却无法做到。
偏自己有个怪癖。在删除简讯时，喜欢一个一个打开来，重读一遍再删。手机设有“删除所有信息”的智能功能，却从来只是摆着不用。费时费力，却能重新回味一段段的对话。就算简单如朋友传来的“赶着去朋友家，手机快没电了”，这么一个平凡的信息，也藏着一层回忆。原先是收到时，习惯性的不删。隔几天随意翻阅到，不觉感到窝心，也就不舍得删。
就这样收着，收着，信箱不觉爆满。以往发简讯还只是一种生活便利，只在无法通电话时才用。现在碰到一个朋友把简讯当MSN用，一天就可以爆我一次信箱，就真的开始埋怨了。不由得怨起自己的手机只能容约200个信息。但，以往的手机只能收10个信息的。人心呀，永远无法满足。
其实，埋怨也只是口头的碎念。删简讯，是个差事，但却也是一种享受。
Each message means, you are in my thoughts.
会这么怨，是因为每一个简讯，都珍惜。
Sunday, February 18, 2007
疯
2月16日 —— 2月17日。
好久没玩得那么疯了。大概大学毕业之后，就没。
唱K，吃鱼生，跳舞，看电影。原来要分5天做的事，一天全做了。
很满足。玩得尽兴，电影好看。陪我玩的人够疯。
开心。仿佛找回了以往的自己。自由，自主，随性。没有责任，不想太多，想做就做。不像现在，什么都安排好，且安排得让自己没有喘气的时间。昨天的疯狂，已影响了自己几日的安排。但值得。找回了呼吸的空间。
感谢陪伴的人。不会跳舞也在舞池边呆了两个小时。说好看部电影的，没想到看着看着，就凌晨了。
知道我不好陪，所以谢谢你陪我一整夜。不知道这样玩你是真的开心还是只是迁就我。但，想让你知道，这一夜，我很开心。
不算熟，认识也没多久。知道你不开心，也不能说什么。就一声谢谢吧。谢谢你，谢谢你的时间。谢谢你让我找回一些些以往的自己。谢谢你给了我这一夜的回忆。也祝福你。开心点吧。人要开心，不容易，也没你想得那么难。
Monday, February 12, 2007
Fundamentally Happy
Now Playing : I Wish You Love - Rachael Yamagata
Watched a couple of good shows recently, one of which was Fundamentally Happy.
Heard rave reviews about the play’s first showing and went in with high expectations. Wasn’t disappointed… but wasn’t terribly impressed either.
I like it, and I don’t.
I like it for the surfeit of emotions and the questions and feelings it digs up within us and the fact that it doesn’t give simple answers. It doesn’t give any answers at all. It doesn’t paint a pretty picture and there isn’t any right or wrong. The playwright laughingly commented that we could even see the play as “morally evil” and in its twisted way, we can.
It shows the truth the way it is. Complex.
I also like the clarity defined in the neatly boxed setting of the new Gallery Theatre.
I don’t like it for the slightly erratic writing, the start of each act seems contrived somehow and the about face turn in the frequent change of emotions is too abrupt to be believable, making the acting seem over the top at times when the actor tries to make up for it. The play didn’t ring true at times.
The ending music was hauntingly perfect but I didn’t cry and didn’t even feel like crying, and that says a lot. I wasn’t drawn in to feel for the characters and somehow that says it all. It’s a pity because I felt there was so much potential and so much more that could be wrung out from this story.
I can see why so many people liked this piece and I do recommend it when it shows again (there’s another run scheduled I think). I’ll even see it again… perhaps in a different mood and changes, it’ll stir different reactions…
Watched a couple of good shows recently, one of which was Fundamentally Happy.
Heard rave reviews about the play’s first showing and went in with high expectations. Wasn’t disappointed… but wasn’t terribly impressed either.
I like it, and I don’t.
I like it for the surfeit of emotions and the questions and feelings it digs up within us and the fact that it doesn’t give simple answers. It doesn’t give any answers at all. It doesn’t paint a pretty picture and there isn’t any right or wrong. The playwright laughingly commented that we could even see the play as “morally evil” and in its twisted way, we can.
It shows the truth the way it is. Complex.
I also like the clarity defined in the neatly boxed setting of the new Gallery Theatre.
I don’t like it for the slightly erratic writing, the start of each act seems contrived somehow and the about face turn in the frequent change of emotions is too abrupt to be believable, making the acting seem over the top at times when the actor tries to make up for it. The play didn’t ring true at times.
The ending music was hauntingly perfect but I didn’t cry and didn’t even feel like crying, and that says a lot. I wasn’t drawn in to feel for the characters and somehow that says it all. It’s a pity because I felt there was so much potential and so much more that could be wrung out from this story.
I can see why so many people liked this piece and I do recommend it when it shows again (there’s another run scheduled I think). I’ll even see it again… perhaps in a different mood and changes, it’ll stir different reactions…
二人前，二人后
上周临时决定不去Gym，去看一部戏。是最后一分钟的决定，也就没约谁。只是早上问了问妈妈要不要去。因为太突然，妈妈本来说不要，没想到下午爸爸却打了电话来。心血来潮的冲动，却成了家庭聚会。
只是在周二看了电邮的通告时，忽然有一股冲动想看戏才做了决定改变计划。最近太累，就想看戏。没想到机缘巧合，竟看了一部好戏。
最好的戏，是让观众笑着流泪的。《二人前，二人后》是不是最好的一部戏，不知道。但，却让人在笑得前伏后仰时，忍不住想哭。
开幕的《小丑》原先让人以为进了马戏团，闭幕时却让人心酸。《双生儿》台词锋利幽默，有些自嘲，结尾时却让人仿佛掏了心般的空虚。《电话》很简单，很风趣，也很冷漠。在交纵的感觉中，体验了两个人相处时的复杂心情。
但最喜欢的是《猫》。很喜欢的戏，台词棒，演得细，尤其猫的小动作好传神。猫与主人之间的关系，那份依赖，那份不舍，那份怨气，那份不耐。带着秘密，带着怀疑，带着关怀，带着心恋。
“你走呀！我不想再见到你！”
一时的气话，伤得深。明知自己的贪玩会换来这句伤人的话，却无法控制自己。就如他无法控制自己不说。
“你介意？那你还咬我？”
介意的何止这个。介意他身上有其他猫的痕迹。介意自己偷听过他曾想把自己送走。介意，却不说。只有等，等一天他不再说。等，看他是否真的会把自己赶走。等，测试他对自己的喜欢。一边等待，一边介意，一边积怨。
是磨爪还是按摩？到最后，谁是主人谁是猫？其实已经不重要。两个，都是俘虏。
两个人，在一起久了，就是如此了吧。
因为喜欢，所以伤得深。因为离不开，所以伤害。因为依赖，所以含怨。
两个人的关系，本就如此单纯。却永远都是复杂的。
很少在看一部戏时，想哭，却哭不出来。因为心被掏了空。也许这是好事，喜欢这一份心悸，但也太累。
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
Random Thoughts of the Day
Now Playing: Unfaithful - Rihanna
I die a little every Wednesday… if not physically, then mentally….
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I hate the showers at One Raffles Quay. They run between scalding hot and freezing cold in seconds, fickle and temperamental lovers.
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I have yet to meet a printer that doesn’t dislike me at first sight. Why???
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I realize I have this ingrained reaction of asking for permission to leave a class and am genetically disposed to being late for class. Even during gym class, I’ll try to catch the eye of the instructor and receive a nod of acknowledgement before leaving the class with a peace of mind. And I feel guilty like hell if I’m late, even if nobody else really cares. And after more than a year, I still get a jolt sometimes when my kids ask me for permission to leave the class to go toilet/refill water/whatever. It’s like a reminder that I’m a teacher when I’m still a student mentally. Huh.
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I miss jazz…
Monday, February 05, 2007
public transport woes
Somewhere, probably closer to hell than heaven, there must be a god of public transport that doesn’t like me very much. How else do you explain the way I can never get home early on the weekday nights when I have to wake up at the inhumane hour of 6am the next day?
I have an unwritten rule of no taxis, no matter what, but I decided to break it on Wednesday after a grueling resistance training and a demoralizing rueda session where I discovered that I no longer know how to turn. After more than fifteen minutes of waiting at various roadsides and flagging red-topped taxis that are invariably hired or on call and taxis that only go tampines and pasir ris (why only east???), I gave up and started for the mrt station. Only to flag down the only one green-for-hire taxi in sight when I was about to reach the mrt station about ten minutes later.
The next night on Thursday was a easy night with a light rpm session (although ‘light’ and ‘rpm’ together is an oxymoron) and a soft pilates session. So I decided to take the long bus ride home, and ended up waiting for over 30 minutes for the horrible bus while green top taxis breezed by in packs.
The two places aren’t that far apart! Maybe a fifteen, twenty minute walk, where the hell were all those taxis on Wednesday???
Friday was salsa night, the kind of fun dance night that I haven’t had for a long, long while. Saw many old dance friends that invariably turned up closer to eleven pm. Although I promised myself to leave on the dot, dancing “last dances” with friends pushed the time closer to eleven thirty instead. Ran all the way to the mrt station to wait another 5 minutes on the platform and inevitably missed the last bus home.
Haiz. *looks heavenwards* What did I ever do to you, O god of public transport???
Never mind, as the old saying goes, 天将降大任于斯人也，必先苦其心志，劳其筋骨，饿其体肤. Although what kind of 大任 requires chasing after elusive taxis and waiting for never-ever-coming buses drove by bus drivers with no sense of time, I have no idea.
I have an unwritten rule of no taxis, no matter what, but I decided to break it on Wednesday after a grueling resistance training and a demoralizing rueda session where I discovered that I no longer know how to turn. After more than fifteen minutes of waiting at various roadsides and flagging red-topped taxis that are invariably hired or on call and taxis that only go tampines and pasir ris (why only east???), I gave up and started for the mrt station. Only to flag down the only one green-for-hire taxi in sight when I was about to reach the mrt station about ten minutes later.
The next night on Thursday was a easy night with a light rpm session (although ‘light’ and ‘rpm’ together is an oxymoron) and a soft pilates session. So I decided to take the long bus ride home, and ended up waiting for over 30 minutes for the horrible bus while green top taxis breezed by in packs.
The two places aren’t that far apart! Maybe a fifteen, twenty minute walk, where the hell were all those taxis on Wednesday???
Friday was salsa night, the kind of fun dance night that I haven’t had for a long, long while. Saw many old dance friends that invariably turned up closer to eleven pm. Although I promised myself to leave on the dot, dancing “last dances” with friends pushed the time closer to eleven thirty instead. Ran all the way to the mrt station to wait another 5 minutes on the platform and inevitably missed the last bus home.
Haiz. *looks heavenwards* What did I ever do to you, O god of public transport???
Never mind, as the old saying goes, 天将降大任于斯人也，必先苦其心志，劳其筋骨，饿其体肤. Although what kind of 大任 requires chasing after elusive taxis and waiting for never-ever-coming buses drove by bus drivers with no sense of time, I have no idea.
Thursday, January 25, 2007
January days...
Now Playing: Everytime We Touch (Yanou's Candlelight Mix) - Cascada
I can’t believe that it’s only one week to the end of January… Jan has always been one of my favorite months of the year; the fresh and new feeling of a new year, being able to start anew makes everything seem brighter… And somehow when one is getting used to all the new people and getting back into routine, time flies by especially fast and in no time at all, it’s already the end of the month and almost February.
Looking down the year, I have a feeling the year’s going to fly by: every month has a major activity of sort and minus the weekly and daily activities; time always zooms by when one is busy. Chinese New Year is coming when I still in the Christmassy mood (one good thing about crossing cultures is we get a double load of festive seasons), and I’m looking forward to the reunions and good food. Went to Sakae for their yusheng with Lin the other day, my fave CNY dish. It’s a tradition for us already, yusheng at Sakae every year. My CNY resolution, to eat yusheng as many times as possible and double last year record of 5 times if possible!
Catching up on some shows that I’ve watched recently…
Chestnuts with Lin was great fun! It’s more organized than last year which was messy at times. Thus the entire show was tighter and more thematically done. The beginning spoof of the Phantom opening was especially hilarious. Some parts were more of the tear-your-hair-out-you-can’t-stand-the corniness kind of funny, but it was still a fun outing overall and a great round up of the theatre/film entertainment of the year. I always like the list of local theatre shows near the end, which never fails to allow me to relive all the local shows I watched. Was reminded of “A Language of Their Own”, a show that really touched my heart that of the year.
Also watched Big Bang Love, Juvenile A. A Japanese film that was a strange experience, nothing like what I expected at all… It somehow reminds me A Good Shepherd (a film P pulled me to watch because he thought it would be similar to Bourne Supremacy based on the fact that both stars Matt Damon), which is totally weird because both shows have absolutely nothing in common except for the fact that they were both nothing like what I expected (and both have eye candy). Big Bang Love is both soft and raw, tender and harsh. It’s a surfeit of emotions, slyly drew out. When I left the darkened picturehouse theatre, I felt strangely numb.
On more work-related news, I’m starting to understand my kids better. Even a class that I originally thought would be a trouble-maker because of its rowdiness. One of the boys was sitting in the corner, recently (according to him, wrongfully) chastised by a teacher, and he asked me quite pitifully if he is a “bad boy”, and I quite awfully couldn’t help myself from laughing. The boys always make me laugh and the girls are always sweet… somehow every year, the students change and yet remain the same…
I can’t believe that it’s only one week to the end of January… Jan has always been one of my favorite months of the year; the fresh and new feeling of a new year, being able to start anew makes everything seem brighter… And somehow when one is getting used to all the new people and getting back into routine, time flies by especially fast and in no time at all, it’s already the end of the month and almost February.
Looking down the year, I have a feeling the year’s going to fly by: every month has a major activity of sort and minus the weekly and daily activities; time always zooms by when one is busy. Chinese New Year is coming when I still in the Christmassy mood (one good thing about crossing cultures is we get a double load of festive seasons), and I’m looking forward to the reunions and good food. Went to Sakae for their yusheng with Lin the other day, my fave CNY dish. It’s a tradition for us already, yusheng at Sakae every year. My CNY resolution, to eat yusheng as many times as possible and double last year record of 5 times if possible!
Catching up on some shows that I’ve watched recently…
Chestnuts with Lin was great fun! It’s more organized than last year which was messy at times. Thus the entire show was tighter and more thematically done. The beginning spoof of the Phantom opening was especially hilarious. Some parts were more of the tear-your-hair-out-you-can’t-stand-the corniness kind of funny, but it was still a fun outing overall and a great round up of the theatre/film entertainment of the year. I always like the list of local theatre shows near the end, which never fails to allow me to relive all the local shows I watched. Was reminded of “A Language of Their Own”, a show that really touched my heart that of the year.
Also watched Big Bang Love, Juvenile A. A Japanese film that was a strange experience, nothing like what I expected at all… It somehow reminds me A Good Shepherd (a film P pulled me to watch because he thought it would be similar to Bourne Supremacy based on the fact that both stars Matt Damon), which is totally weird because both shows have absolutely nothing in common except for the fact that they were both nothing like what I expected (and both have eye candy). Big Bang Love is both soft and raw, tender and harsh. It’s a surfeit of emotions, slyly drew out. When I left the darkened picturehouse theatre, I felt strangely numb.
On more work-related news, I’m starting to understand my kids better. Even a class that I originally thought would be a trouble-maker because of its rowdiness. One of the boys was sitting in the corner, recently (according to him, wrongfully) chastised by a teacher, and he asked me quite pitifully if he is a “bad boy”, and I quite awfully couldn’t help myself from laughing. The boys always make me laugh and the girls are always sweet… somehow every year, the students change and yet remain the same…
Monday, January 22, 2007
A Start of 2007...
Just recovered from a bout of illness but I’m still coughing… Feel like my immune system must be damaged in some way… am falling ill (or as my dance instructor says, fighting virus) every two months or so…
Tired… in between lessons now. A very long interval as my last lesson is at 3pm. A timeslot that both the students and I dread. They are too tired to pay attention and it’s the last period so all eyes would be at the clock. Mine too, probably.
My first translation course has just ended and it was quite enjoyable. Loved being the student in a class, the joy and fulfillment of gaining knowledge and learning something that I’m really interested in, plus the stress-free environment of doing something I’m good at and not at all responsible for… Want to go back to school… Some days I think I’ll be happy if I can just study and get paid for it…
Looking at my resolutions that I wrote at the end of Dec… For the first 3 weeks of Jan, things have been mostly smooth-sailing… minus the flu; I’ve kept most of my resolutions… Been going to gym religiously even to the wrath of my Dad when I’m sick…Spent time with my family on Sundays and meals… though I spent it mostly lounging around on the sofa and eating Dad’s home cooked meals… my table at home is still recognizable as a table… although my office table is deteriorating… P and I are making an effort to spend more time on the phone despite our messy schedules and time differences and unreliable phone connections… Also meeting up with friends regularly for meals and shows…
Learning about my class as the time passes… they are a cute bunch although they are Sec. 3s. Perhaps it’s because I taught this level when they were in Sec. 1, they simply don’t feel like Sec. 3s to me… they seem so happy-going… Or maybe it’s because they don’t have to take the Os.
One resolution that I didn’t manage to keep is dance. Haven’t danced since I got back from the States! Signed up for a repeat of Rueda 1 at the end of the month… looking forward to it but I do hope that won’t be the next time I dance…
Watched Singapore Dreaming the other day with my dad… There’s an image of an old lady going through old photos when her husband died that stayed with me through the night… the way she talked about their courtship and the days before their marriage… the way she used to love the sing before her marriage and wondering how is it that she stopped singing once she got married… It made me feel sad…Thinking about how her husband treated her at the start of the film, the way their love died… Did it die because they changed? Or did they change because their love died? Do we blame her husband for the way she is? But is she the same person he fell in love with? Did he change or did she?
We all change… and when we do, how do we stay in love with the people we loved? And how do the people who love us stay in love with us when we are no longer the person they loved in the first place?
Mei had some lovely news to share when we met up early Jan (although the devious girl kept it till minutes before she had to leave to meet her darling)… It’s hard to imagine how we’ve been friends for 20 years now… We are all growing up… in a pace faster than I’m ready for…
Tired… in between lessons now. A very long interval as my last lesson is at 3pm. A timeslot that both the students and I dread. They are too tired to pay attention and it’s the last period so all eyes would be at the clock. Mine too, probably.
My first translation course has just ended and it was quite enjoyable. Loved being the student in a class, the joy and fulfillment of gaining knowledge and learning something that I’m really interested in, plus the stress-free environment of doing something I’m good at and not at all responsible for… Want to go back to school… Some days I think I’ll be happy if I can just study and get paid for it…
Looking at my resolutions that I wrote at the end of Dec… For the first 3 weeks of Jan, things have been mostly smooth-sailing… minus the flu; I’ve kept most of my resolutions… Been going to gym religiously even to the wrath of my Dad when I’m sick…Spent time with my family on Sundays and meals… though I spent it mostly lounging around on the sofa and eating Dad’s home cooked meals… my table at home is still recognizable as a table… although my office table is deteriorating… P and I are making an effort to spend more time on the phone despite our messy schedules and time differences and unreliable phone connections… Also meeting up with friends regularly for meals and shows…
Learning about my class as the time passes… they are a cute bunch although they are Sec. 3s. Perhaps it’s because I taught this level when they were in Sec. 1, they simply don’t feel like Sec. 3s to me… they seem so happy-going… Or maybe it’s because they don’t have to take the Os.
One resolution that I didn’t manage to keep is dance. Haven’t danced since I got back from the States! Signed up for a repeat of Rueda 1 at the end of the month… looking forward to it but I do hope that won’t be the next time I dance…
Watched Singapore Dreaming the other day with my dad… There’s an image of an old lady going through old photos when her husband died that stayed with me through the night… the way she talked about their courtship and the days before their marriage… the way she used to love the sing before her marriage and wondering how is it that she stopped singing once she got married… It made me feel sad…Thinking about how her husband treated her at the start of the film, the way their love died… Did it die because they changed? Or did they change because their love died? Do we blame her husband for the way she is? But is she the same person he fell in love with? Did he change or did she?
We all change… and when we do, how do we stay in love with the people we loved? And how do the people who love us stay in love with us when we are no longer the person they loved in the first place?
Mei had some lovely news to share when we met up early Jan (although the devious girl kept it till minutes before she had to leave to meet her darling)… It’s hard to imagine how we’ve been friends for 20 years now… We are all growing up… in a pace faster than I’m ready for…
Saturday, December 30, 2006
post-travel update
Back for five days and its been school every, single day. Argh. 3 days worth of full day meetings and I spent the entire day at school finishing up misc. stuff… its amazing how many little things can accumulated and take you up to 9 hours to do.
A few good things, I’ve cleared both my room and office tables! This is a major feat as anyone who has seen the state of both tables prior-clearing will attest. Now the Swiss mountains on my room’s table are actually visible in all their magnificence. One of my new year’s resolution is to keep my tables clear. Okay, now that’s down in black and white, I’ll *have* to do it!
A year has swiftly gone by in a blink of an eye…. And a new year is about to begin. A brand new one as I’m not taking back my two classes. I’m going to miss them, especially my Sec. 1 babies… Was packing their books to hand over to their new teacher and I realize how much I’ll actually miss these kids… with their brashness and impetuousness. I thought I’ll follow them up to Sec. 2 and see them grow… They are my first real form class, my babies. Well… we’ll still be in the same school and I’ll just be tracking them on the side…
The days back been mostly school-filled and rain-drenched… went to the gym for two days…. Jazz first, which I missed so…and the outdoors gym. There’s something poetic about doing balance while listening to the patter of the rain at night… and the cooling breeze is so welcome during rpm…
Met up with jx on Wednesday too… it’s always a pleasure to see old friends… and he sweetly covered me all the way home… Met up with Sze Mei…. Enjoyed our gossip and ragging session… Went to the Loft dance performance and the National Museum with my family…
And that’s about all the activities I did…
Been feeling very tired ever since I came back thou… not sleeping well… its half jet lag and half I-don’t-know-what… want to rest, but not really able to… miss Bellevue and the lazing days… miss the Rockies and the breathtaking winter scenes… miss P too…
A few good things, I’ve cleared both my room and office tables! This is a major feat as anyone who has seen the state of both tables prior-clearing will attest. Now the Swiss mountains on my room’s table are actually visible in all their magnificence. One of my new year’s resolution is to keep my tables clear. Okay, now that’s down in black and white, I’ll *have* to do it!
A year has swiftly gone by in a blink of an eye…. And a new year is about to begin. A brand new one as I’m not taking back my two classes. I’m going to miss them, especially my Sec. 1 babies… Was packing their books to hand over to their new teacher and I realize how much I’ll actually miss these kids… with their brashness and impetuousness. I thought I’ll follow them up to Sec. 2 and see them grow… They are my first real form class, my babies. Well… we’ll still be in the same school and I’ll just be tracking them on the side…
The days back been mostly school-filled and rain-drenched… went to the gym for two days…. Jazz first, which I missed so…and the outdoors gym. There’s something poetic about doing balance while listening to the patter of the rain at night… and the cooling breeze is so welcome during rpm…
Met up with jx on Wednesday too… it’s always a pleasure to see old friends… and he sweetly covered me all the way home… Met up with Sze Mei…. Enjoyed our gossip and ragging session… Went to the Loft dance performance and the National Museum with my family…
And that’s about all the activities I did…
Been feeling very tired ever since I came back thou… not sleeping well… its half jet lag and half I-don’t-know-what… want to rest, but not really able to… miss Bellevue and the lazing days… miss the Rockies and the breathtaking winter scenes… miss P too…
Saturday, December 23, 2006
christmas ramblings
Now Playing: Home for Christmas - N'Sync
Lazing in bed now even though its nearly noon…. Am in such a lazy holiday mood ever since we got back from the Rockies.
Well, it was a long, long drive… watching the scenery outside turn from black and white to brown and green… snow-covered mountains to wide plains… kinda stressful at times thou because of the icy roads and the many warning signs of compact snow and winter driving conditions and dangerous high mountain roads with unpredictable weather. But we made it home safe… had a short stopover in Vancouver and ate at the same sushi café we did 3 years back at Water St. and took photos at my favorite photo site with the white sails of Canada Place as the background..
It was a wonderful and hugely memorable trip…all the snow and icefalls and breathtaking winter scenes and the cold and warmth of walking in such a winter wonderland… It’s a white Christmas…
And now we’re home and lazy…. Except for cooking, I’m barely doing anything else… (I did go out to make a secret X’mas pressie for P yesterday).... just grocery-shopping, napped and loll around in bed reading novels and watching dvds… plan to go send off some presents and cards later and shop for more groceries for Christmas cooking tomorrow and that’s about it…not that P is more productive… for someone that complained about missing a day of work, he’s spending lots of time on his Civilization computer games.
However, I do love these lazy and peaceful days... the Christmas carols playing over the speakers… the companionship and joy of enjoying the simple gifts in life… a good book, a happy movie… and yes, a good strategic game :p
We might go out tomorrow though to Bellevue downtown… Bellevue is a familiar yet somehow slightly strange place… I remember knowing it well after spending a month here, but its been 3 years… so its kinda irritating… having the knowledge that I used to know it well but needing things to trigger the memory… like which freeway exit to take when driving back and the streets around… and what bus to take to go downtown… It’s definitely not Boston… which I do still know well and miss… there’s no snow here… which is easier yet sad…
Planning to do some major cooking tomorrow as I always do on my last day, added benefit that it’ll be our early Christmas celebration…
Lazing in bed now even though its nearly noon…. Am in such a lazy holiday mood ever since we got back from the Rockies.
Well, it was a long, long drive… watching the scenery outside turn from black and white to brown and green… snow-covered mountains to wide plains… kinda stressful at times thou because of the icy roads and the many warning signs of compact snow and winter driving conditions and dangerous high mountain roads with unpredictable weather. But we made it home safe… had a short stopover in Vancouver and ate at the same sushi café we did 3 years back at Water St. and took photos at my favorite photo site with the white sails of Canada Place as the background..
It was a wonderful and hugely memorable trip…all the snow and icefalls and breathtaking winter scenes and the cold and warmth of walking in such a winter wonderland… It’s a white Christmas…
And now we’re home and lazy…. Except for cooking, I’m barely doing anything else… (I did go out to make a secret X’mas pressie for P yesterday).... just grocery-shopping, napped and loll around in bed reading novels and watching dvds… plan to go send off some presents and cards later and shop for more groceries for Christmas cooking tomorrow and that’s about it…not that P is more productive… for someone that complained about missing a day of work, he’s spending lots of time on his Civilization computer games.
However, I do love these lazy and peaceful days... the Christmas carols playing over the speakers… the companionship and joy of enjoying the simple gifts in life… a good book, a happy movie… and yes, a good strategic game :p
We might go out tomorrow though to Bellevue downtown… Bellevue is a familiar yet somehow slightly strange place… I remember knowing it well after spending a month here, but its been 3 years… so its kinda irritating… having the knowledge that I used to know it well but needing things to trigger the memory… like which freeway exit to take when driving back and the streets around… and what bus to take to go downtown… It’s definitely not Boston… which I do still know well and miss… there’s no snow here… which is easier yet sad…
Planning to do some major cooking tomorrow as I always do on my last day, added benefit that it’ll be our early Christmas celebration…
Saturday, December 16, 2006
Rockies
Now Playing: Winter Wonderland - Diana Krall
Sitting at a window seat in the rustic Num-Ti-Jah Lodge, looking out to a winter storm, giant flakes falling on a snow-covered frozen lake…
This is an unplanned detour in our Canadian Rockies trip… we were going to head straight to Jasper via the Icefield Highway, but the bad weather and increasingly large snowflakes changed our mind and we decided to stay the night at the only available lodge on the highway next to Bow Lake and Glaciers… a rustic lodge meant as a retreat, it has no tv and no cellphone reception. However, it do have wireless internet! Well, at least P isn’t going to be bored out of his mind and make noises.
This is a lovely place though, filled with antique furniture made out of deer antlers and comfy sofas and window seats… the view outside is amazing… mountains and lakes all covered with several feet of snow… Christmas pines everywhere… it is the perfect place to curl up with a book and a journal (or a laptop computer with wireless access)… I don’t really mind this detour which is going to set us back a day… P can make one more day anyway for his leave. It just means a longer vacation!
It’s so tranquil here… the snow makes it impossible for us to do anything outside and for anything to get to us… a place to truly just stop…
We had a fun four days before at Banff and Lake Louise… Banff was just exciting, with trail walks up snowy pathways and catwalks to frozen waterfalls and dog-sledding in the snow. The several drives down Lake Minnewaka and Lake Vermillion were simply breathtaking, especially amidst the salmon pink sunrise… The town was sweet, an avenue all lit in Christmas lights and a different sushi place every night… Lake Louise was simply stunning and gorgeous, a vast expense of ice edged with glaciers and mountains… we couldn’t see the emerald of Emerald Lake, but it did glitter with ice…Natural Bridge and Kicking Horse Creek was striking, it’s a scene we often saw before during our summer vacations, but to see the creek and stones all covered with snow… the rushing of water amidst the ice… its simply amazing…
And the drives from place to place… ranged with the mountains and pines and lakes… all frosted and iced, silver and white vistas… its like a black and white photo at some points…. the views are so dramatic… its so unbelievable and nothing like we ever experienced…
And we still have three more days in Jasper to look forward to before we start our drive home…
Sitting at a window seat in the rustic Num-Ti-Jah Lodge, looking out to a winter storm, giant flakes falling on a snow-covered frozen lake…
This is an unplanned detour in our Canadian Rockies trip… we were going to head straight to Jasper via the Icefield Highway, but the bad weather and increasingly large snowflakes changed our mind and we decided to stay the night at the only available lodge on the highway next to Bow Lake and Glaciers… a rustic lodge meant as a retreat, it has no tv and no cellphone reception. However, it do have wireless internet! Well, at least P isn’t going to be bored out of his mind and make noises.
This is a lovely place though, filled with antique furniture made out of deer antlers and comfy sofas and window seats… the view outside is amazing… mountains and lakes all covered with several feet of snow… Christmas pines everywhere… it is the perfect place to curl up with a book and a journal (or a laptop computer with wireless access)… I don’t really mind this detour which is going to set us back a day… P can make one more day anyway for his leave. It just means a longer vacation!
It’s so tranquil here… the snow makes it impossible for us to do anything outside and for anything to get to us… a place to truly just stop…
We had a fun four days before at Banff and Lake Louise… Banff was just exciting, with trail walks up snowy pathways and catwalks to frozen waterfalls and dog-sledding in the snow. The several drives down Lake Minnewaka and Lake Vermillion were simply breathtaking, especially amidst the salmon pink sunrise… The town was sweet, an avenue all lit in Christmas lights and a different sushi place every night… Lake Louise was simply stunning and gorgeous, a vast expense of ice edged with glaciers and mountains… we couldn’t see the emerald of Emerald Lake, but it did glitter with ice…Natural Bridge and Kicking Horse Creek was striking, it’s a scene we often saw before during our summer vacations, but to see the creek and stones all covered with snow… the rushing of water amidst the ice… its simply amazing…
And the drives from place to place… ranged with the mountains and pines and lakes… all frosted and iced, silver and white vistas… its like a black and white photo at some points…. the views are so dramatic… its so unbelievable and nothing like we ever experienced…
And we still have three more days in Jasper to look forward to before we start our drive home…
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