Would it be too boring if I just abscond to a small quiet town, and live there. Not bothering about the struggle of the stifling rat race, the endless climb up the office ranks, money (or rather the lack of it).... ? Is it ever possible for me, this long taught to be pragmatic Singaporean girl? Would I be happier? Or would I blame myself for ditching the comfort and convenience that a city life offers? I feel I would miss the proximity of humans from the city cos even though most are strangers to me, but at least having them around offers the comfort, and prevents my imagination from running wild. I have imagination so wild that it scares me to be alone.

Feeling a bit the philosophical about life again. Wish I can be immediately teleported to the edge of the boardwalk at Old Faithful, sit there in the cold air, with the vast dark sky that's dotted with numerous stars, and have a good friend next to me. We can just chat, or if not, just sit there and enjoy the stillness of the night. How whimsical of me! But it is the austerity of the whole package that appeals to me so much.

Everyone has their own unique love story. There are many versions, many different types of outcomes. The sanctity of love is always so touching. Reading this particular essay titled "我們不結婚好嗎" really moved me to tears. Though it was a rather tough read (I took around 2 h to finish reading), but this story was so stirring that I had to follow it in order to know how it develops. It was so real, hope it can happen to me too...haha. :(
I guess u have to read it and understand.
http://www.water.com.tw/f_90040915.asp
*sob sob*

NB: to view chinese characters, go "view"-> "encoding"-> choose "Unicode"

有人問：『你為什麼喜歡一個人？』
我只能夠說出為什麼不喜歡一個人，
卻說不出為什麼喜歡個人。
喜歡一個人，是一種感覺。
不喜歡一個人，卻是事實。
事實容易解釋，感覺卻難以言喻

分手可以有很多原因，結合卻只有一個原因，
原因就是： 不需要原因

from 你是愛我還是需要我?http://www.water.com.tw/f_90040905.asp

Like the speed of a fleeting thought, innocence left me before I even realised it. The world that used to be so gentle and calm emerged like a towering shadow that chased out all of the happiness inside me. Turmoil struck hard. The surroundings swung wildly around me. Faster... and faster..... Suddenly, the momentum broke loose, and I fell. Nothing would ever be the same again.

Surprisingly, after fiddling with the html code, I found the link that could lead me directly to the webcast.. Haha.. Now I can watch and rerun parts of it as many times as I need to understand him.

Surprisingly, after so many attempts, the webcast worked today!

Silly Tots 1
One day if the world pollution situation gets so bad that we have to stop carrying out some of our cultural activities (like the burning), would we be willing to give them up?

Disclaimer
This blog is not meant to be understood by anyone at all. And sometimes, not even myself.

The Flags
Had been some time that i had been thinking about these flags. When I first saw the rows of flags (it was mostly american flags btw), i thought it was some sort of patriotic thing to stick these flags along the side of the road. Then one day during the journey on these long winding roads, I managed to find out from Ernesto that they are actually there to remember those people who had died in car accidents where the flags were struck. From then on, the flags struck me as a hauntingly sad reminders of lives lost on the road. And so, I guess the sad reminder sort of made the images stay in my head for so long.