The Eternal Ramblings of a Conflicting Mind

相知十六個月圓。分開八十個周末。 當初還想，或許還會許久都放不下。原來事實挺嚇人的 ― 原來我對她的思念已經不再了。 人總會對戀愛有幻想。我雖然思維怪誕，卻仍是凡人一個。戀愛，不是因該刻骨銘心的嗎？ 是什麽時候，對戀愛這玩意兒產生恐懼吧？！ 那天整理東西的時候，翻出了當時寫下的東西。自己看了都覺得挺感人的。 仔細再念一遍，倒覺有點偷窺似的，仿佛是在竊看別人的隱私。 怎麽會這樣呢？ 感情依舊，人、情已變。 我還是愛著我那時愛上的人。但是那人只能存活在記憶裏。 那個人：一樣的姓名，一樣的容貌，一樣的身體。 卻已經是另一個人……

I have always thought that driving a car would be relatively safe and sound as long as you play by the rules (even if the others do not think or act the same way). Looking at the events of the past few days, I cannot help but agree with the common gripe about Singapore motorists -- that they are the most obnoxious, rude, and unethical b**tards around. I say this at the expense of putting yours-truly under the same uncouth category of human beings, but it is a necessary calculated risk to do so. Singapore drivers suck. How else can one explain the incompetent arse of a person, who, while others travel in speeds of less than 25 kpm along a congested but well-lighted road, swerve indiscriminately into the lane of a decent human, produce a scratch of significant size on the said human being's vehicle, and then sped off without a hint of remorse or guilt, leaving the poor victim in utter and total bewilderment. For this, I have only one simple thing to say to you -- driver of SFR9025D

If one could feel again, After the pain How would the memory remain? If a heart would hear the rain, Could we also know the strain Of the hardest stress on the vein? How should one cross the plain, Knowing how life could be in vain? With song, with scent of flowers, and sometimes bubbly champagne... (27 March 2010, 4.31 am)