world of my own

The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood,
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
two roads diverged in a wood, and I --
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

*loves *

the colour orange
the sky and the water (:

Monday, September 18, 2006

oh my gosh. like finally after so much agonizing, so much 'tears' so much frustrations, so much angsting, so much cursing and so much wtv... we're finally done with the report. heres to my wonderful pw group whom have been super accommodating and fun, and crazy and rubbishy and just a joy to be with. no matter how tedious, how irritating, how annoying the whole project is, we've seen it through together. (:

thanks darlings (:

and today. today was just hilarious. hilarious in a kinda not funny way. seemed like one bad thing after another. lolx. first was the news that she'd zao and left us 'stranded' there which i think drove my pw mate mad... n began spouting nonsense... then was the proof-reading that was utterly tedious. and then was the editing of the graph that was just nuts to do! and then omg. the stupid computer! and then... we realized that we cld have turned it on again only to find the bloody lab was closed.

GRRR...

but in a way its hilarious. exhaustingly hilarious.

well. its done now (:

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天空为何一直在哭泣。它是为了谁而哭，为了什么而哭。哭得好凄凉，哭得好痛苦。我不喜欢默默哭泣的天空。我宁愿它倾盆而下，雷雨交加，愤怒地把一切一切的冤情发泄出来。这样子绵绵的细雨不由得让我想起了那首诗：

“清明时节雨纷纷”

and how can you find anything more breathtaking, more glorious than the sky. it amazes me how ever-changing and beautiful the sky is. just like how it amazes me that so many people dont bother, dont have the time, dont realize how beautiful it is.

the hues.
the shafts of light.
the delicate arrangement of clouds.

but most of all.
the massivness,
awe-inspiring.
how it seems to cover you up.
how it seems to make your troubles so small...

hope.
so stupid an emotion.
yet
its such a precious thing.

we're an irony upon itself.
we live in a world of contradiction.
nurtured by the system, we vowed to be free of it.
and yet, its the system that brought us where we are such that we can have these thoughts.
ironic.

and we cant go back.
cant go back to where we were.
somethings.. once u start it.. it can't stop.
just like a ball rolling down a slope. it gathers speed...
and continues down and down and down...
until..
until what?
we've exchanged community for development.
we've sacrificed our previous way of life for the present high SOL.
we can't go back. can we?
we can't afford to. right?

but don't you just long for a simple life?

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星期天早上，我挣开朦胧的眼睛，有点不想起床的感觉。但是，订下了‘承诺’我便把疲倦的身体拉下床。

老天爷依然伤心掉着泪。

less ppl than real run. and a different group of people. more family oriented, more your everyday person on the street. was touched by everyone who came down on this early sunday morning to do something good.

it was drizzling. and the drizzle intensified. but no one signaled retreat. they stayed, they were in relatively high spirits and the completed the route. (: and i love that feeling. i love the feeling of running with everyone together. even tho it seems very stupid, like these few thousand people running in the same direction for what?! but its a lovely feeling.

a feeling of goodness.

and thx for the company. cause running alone can get real boring and draining on the mind.

some people are down for the challenge. the personal challenge.
some people are down to gather with friends, families and spend time together.
some people are here just to see what it's like. cause its something new.
but everyone who came did something good.
and that's what's heartening.
that no matter how bad things are.. such events just reaffirms again that no matter what there are still good souls and good hearts in this world. (:

i like the 'theory' posed by david gemmell.
this whole world is full of magic. magic in the grass, the trees, the flowers, the water. magical nodes that magicians can tap to create new things, to do wonderful miracles. and this magic is old. and this magic is a resource.

but. the ugly things that are committed by living things in this world drain the world of its magic. evil deeds around the world... war... the atrocities, the ugliness and weakness of mankind's character.. they all weakened the magic.. and it slowly drains away. until whats left of the magic in the world is just a fraction of what it once was.

but then again. there are also things that can bring back magic into the land. when good deeds are done, the goodness is magic and it flows back to the land, purifying it and once again filling the world with love, peace, laughter... and magic. good deeds like caring for neighbours, sacrificing oneself to save the rest of the world, alturistic deeds, love for families and friends... all these good beautiful things bring back the magic.

so.
how much magic is left in this world.
how much magic do you believe can be brought back.
or have we stepped on the road of no return?

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what do we study for?
for the love of knowledge.
thats what it should be.

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