M's white bike and white helmet

M's the coolest. he has a bike like that of hanazawa rui in hana yori dango. white bike and white helmet. cool shit! although his looks cannot be compared to the Rui in both the korean and jap versions, still cool. I love his bike. and his white helmet.

I was asking him about whether his parents consented to him riding a bike, i almost flipped when he said his dad rides one too. they aren't a poor family, his dad's not some lowly paid deliveryman. so ya. i would suppose his dad rides a cool bike too.

I gotta say goodbye again. He's going away. till may. We aren't exactly best of friends. neither do i know him very well. but its still sad cuz we click rather well and he lives nearby. another chatting buddy gone.

wish you well
be safe
come back soon.

i'm writing again.

its been an uneventful period. even chinese new year feels like an ordinary day. Speaking of which. I went to grandma's place as usual. it grows quieter with each passing year. It used to be such a noisy place when everyone gathers in the big house. everyone seems more subdued and less excitable now. There used to be large-scale fireworks, explosive fire crackers and colourful and noisy lion dances. not anymore. but at least the new generation of young children still get to see the spectacular fireworks

i love my ahma. what is the house gonna do without her?

It is not my place to be dictating someone else's life. But I do feel disappointed all the same when I come accross news of people who have given up on things in their lives. In particular, studies. I'm not one of those people who are academically inclined. Even studying won't guarantee me a pass. That's how bad I am in my studies. But no matter how difficult it is for me to study and get through exams, it never cross my mind to give up studying. Alvin says that the will to continue studying lies in knowing what your purpose is in studying. I haven found that purpose yet. But that still doesn't make me want to give up studying. If the spiritual side of you is doing nothing to motivate you, the practical side would still exist to push you on. Right? Well, apparently, there're alot of silly young people walking on the streets who have decided to burn their books and never return to them again.

He doesn't surprise me anymore. The only thing on his sid enow is time. Hope he wakes up soon enough to realise how silly he was. In the emantime, I don't see how he can be satisfied just selling sandwiches.

Therein lies sorrow in happiness.

Kevin Kern writes lovely songs. I have been intrigued by Kevin Kern's compositions of late. The title of his songs piques my curiosity. His titles may reflect happy cheerful themes, sometimes they reflect reminiscent of childhood as well. But the compositions don't always mirror the titles. They are melodious, and tranquil, mostly written in major keys. However, there is this element of ... sadness in his songs. not of great sorrow, or depression. Just sadness. He writes in major keys, yet is able to bring out sombreity. Such is the mystery and allure in his compositions. Each piece is a reflection of many things in life. The only thing I hope I am able to do to bring justice to his songs, is to try playing each piece as best as I can. Absolutely lovely.

Simplicity is key. To be able to express complexity in simple terms is important. In fact, it is what counts when expressing thoughts. The law lecturer always emphasizes on writing in simple terms. I cannot agree on that more than enough. I have always admired people who can bring accross their points simply and clearly. These are also the people who are able to transform complex analogies on life and their happenings in a way that is simple, comprehensive and yet refreshing at the same time. I can only hope that I'll be able to do so as well, with time and practice.

If everything were that simple.

We were sitting on swings. and lamenting about how things cannot be as simple as it used to be when we were a child. Our appetite just gets greater and greater as we grow older. We want more and more things. And it takes even greater effort to acquire satisfaction.

Would you want to go back to being a child again?

Well, I wouldn't. Living as a child again, means having to go through the painful process of growing up all over again. Sure, I would do many things differently if I were to be a child again. But having to journey through childhood is tiresome. Let's just say that I'm an impatient person. I would rather fast forward to the near future, to see what the maturing process is like. I would embrace death even, when it comes.

Remember the happy uplifting feeling you felt when you were on a swing as a child? Rmbr telling the person swinging you : higher! higher! or stop! stop! too high!

I remember feeling so happy on swings and screaming for my dad to swing me higher. He would say : cannot la! too high already! later you fall off! but he'll still continue to give the swing a gentle push, just so that i can continue swinging, though not necessary higher.

What we get now on swings are headaches or giddiness. swings still make me glower with child-like anticipation. Especially when the playgrounds now rarely have swings and sands just like the good old days. But i can never feel that simple satisfaction and happiness when swinging on one anymore.

If only there was neverland...