依赖。。。

依赖让人变弱。。。
习惯依赖你。。。
看你那么忙。。。
只能默默的等。。。

错误的时间。。。
真是不应该。。。
不应该给那么一个承诺。。。

遥远的你。。。
我们之间的距离。。。
太远了。。。

Not too long ago...

An event held not too long ago had passed for the second time... This is my second year participating in the run... Things that are so wonderous a few months before no longer excites me... But there is a cool contemptment in me, to run the run I did once and to finish it in a much shorter time... I no longer stop and look for miracles, as miracles are pathetic these days... It is the simple peaceful route without an outstanding feature which caught my attention...

I realised and recognise such a run...Is that what I had been doing all my life? Running? running along the lengthy drive... No footsteps stayed long as dust blows it away... My time....

Care-free...

What is there to care, when backstabs are everywhere...
what is there to bear, when all men do is tear...
what is there to trust, when all we get is frust...
What is there to rely, when all that lie are lies...
what is there to fare, when the only coming is despair...

To be wise or not to be wise... the wise called the unwise stupids...
the unwise called the wise vains...
to silent or be silent...
either ways brings challenge...
silence becomes ignorance or mummified...
nothing counts, no one cares in the end...
Mouthers care to munch hearts,
but not mouth dignities...

So as a 'haha' becomes a 'baahh'...
what is done is degraded...
what is personalized is picked on...
So men are scavangers...

人

人，太乱。。。
世界不再亮。。。
人类，醒醒吧。。。

人，太复杂。。。
感觉太乱。。。
经不起讽刺。。。
死念耿耿于怀。。。

人，总有一时。。。
疯狂起来。。。
回不了头。。。
让死神起了念头。。。

Okura Tramping

I had joined the tramping club for the first time ever this year. I regretted a lot for not joining it last year. It was a fun 3 hour walk around the bushes and muddy coastal area. The actual time for the whole journey was actually 5 hours as we had to wait for other people at the gathering area. The weather was so uncertain... The rare pleasure of getting soaked in rain water was fun... the salty taste which trickles down had a mix of rain water plus my own sweat...I guess I had not been so dirty and slimy for a long time..weirdly, it was a pleasant feeling...

  

I love this last picture a lot...It looks like something out of a long forgotten play ground or secret garden...

Down the life thread, from the ball of wool...

The kittens played with the woollen ball. the hands made woollen threads into many practical things which brings warmth,  comfort and pleasure. What is seldom noticed - the start of the thread... finely interwave each other with fluffy twists and turns at the beginning.

The inspiring evening lecture yesterday was one of the most enjoyeable one I had so far... The lecturer guided me back to my blurred memories of story encounters, fishing them from the depth of my thoughts. Those that threatened to fade away as more realistic thinking dominates now. Many years had passed by, though they can't be seen as ancient, but books that were mentioned yesterday cause and erruption of emotions on the re-visit to so many books that I had came across before. From LadyBirds to Enid Blyton to Eragons, to Twilights, and the intervals of various books of forgotten authors.. The smell of books which I had not been able to sniff for such a long time came to my senses... I sat as memorized as the others concentrating on the enlighting talk which I wished could go on forever.  After my re-mergence  from the trance that he had unnknowingly provided, my mind was filled with awe that the long journey that I had made so far... to flashback again on memories that now leave vivid studs in my head...
An evening of finding the start of a life thread... a change from the small little kid that I was...