The Pursuit of Capital Letters

I am an aliphatic aldehyde because I test positive for Fehling's and Fehlures. \(^_^)/

( Oh no, it is one of those days again. )

On an entirely different note, I am in love with 陳綺貞's songs. Falala, must attend her concert, even if it means winging it alone. Time for homework, toodlesss.

你眼中的孤寂 是我在找寻的岛屿
我踏上未知的土地 种下鲜花
祈求一场雨

It does not matter that you pry open your eyelids and start wondering why there is sunlight streaming through the windows, when it is supposed to be six in the morning. Nor does it matter that you realised that you overslept for three hours and had to get up, get going and get from bed to school in thirty minutes. Neither do minor heartaches, Shaw's pathetic list of movies and showtimes, our own lack of foresight, KFCs crowded with sweaty students, blood-sucking (because money is our parents' 血汗钱, i'm a guai kia) Popular where Cheer Chen's Immortal is retailing at $24.95, coming home to a room devastated by a blitzkrieg of paper planes and all other upsetting things. Because they are nothing, and because there are all the other little beautiful things in life to watch out for. A mother patiently explaining what "audio" meant to her curious little Benjamin, a couple's clasping of hands between conversations as if it is the most natural thing in the world, a strapping fierce-looking student gently pressing the tap for a small boy half his size, a spiffed-up guy tripping over a crack in the pavement and breaking into a sheepish smile. It is during these moments that you realise that life is not going to be all what it is currently made out to be. That there is so much more to come and that sometimes, we are too wrapped up in the present, in the now, that we forget to notice what is ahead. Maybe I'm only typing this to console myself but, for today at least, nothing really matters.

( week 7 )





So that's that and after listening to the FFVIII soundtrack, I wish I could live in Balamb Town. Either there or Fisherman's Horizon. Ahh, it has been too long since those days, when we could plop before the teevee and stare at the screen for hours on end. When we could wander around on chocobos, mingle with Moogles and catch Cactuars without a care for inflation, imaginary numbers (as if I don't have enough trouble with real ones) and endocrine glands. Sigh. I'll stop whining here and get to work soon. Till another time.

Tekapo has to be one of the most beautiful places on this Earth. To be cheesy and cliched, the nightscapes are poems written in the skies. Haunting reminders of the impermanence of life. I'd probably be sick to depression there but I must be there. Sometime, somewhere in the future.





( 親愛的…我還不知道 )