tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47087334989373064072012-01-29T09:08:14.618+08:00It's all about life...A brief life time...chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.comBlogger2961100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-64073600630816661482012-01-29T08:38:00.001+08:002012-01-29T08:38:22.992+08:00Some day...<br />maybe in the several decades to come...<br />I hope to step&nbsp;on the&nbsp;land of the midnight sun...<br />of course it is not the Twilight series..<br />which dazzled so many thousand kids...<br />This land truly exists....<br />I would like to wonder under the heavenly lights...<br />a world so different...<br />a world apart from the tropics, the four seasoned..<br />the whales piping their songs so hauntingly...<br />the glow so&nbsp; mysterious and magical...<br />a place where silence speaks of beauty...<br />a place of ice and dancing waves in the sky...<br />I longed to reach for the glow..<br />in the cool mellow wind...<br />embraced in the energy that resides so mysteriously...<br />a long forgotten...<br />a fade scent of its existance...<br /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-6407360063081666148?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-29806712732043522882012-01-27T12:39:00.001+08:002012-01-27T12:39:54.090+08:00A short narrow street...<br />Filled with puffs from the nature..<br />puffs from the vehicles...<br />puffs from the people...<br />It lies...<br />taking in all the comfort and discomfort the puffs which swept across its skin...<br />as frequently as night and day spin...<br />its cobbled skin caked with dirt and dust...<br />And its joyous times were of the&nbsp;purifying shower which sends the puffing people scrambling across it...<br />the puffs make it shiver during its shower...<br />but those puffs are cleansed too... it pitied the long winding street whose head&nbsp;merely touches its rib...<br />the body stretches down below... where dirt and dust&nbsp;are swept down from the short street's body.. and over its head.. down to the longest toe...<br />where once the dirt was its...<br />they cling tightly to the long winding street... the roughly made body...<br />and so though the short street is dirt for almost every single broad day light...<br />it sometimes had the privilege of a brisk cleaning...<br />and so it often wonder...<br />does the long winding road had this moment before...<br />or do the other bending street...<br />or do the others streets than connect them had ever had it all...<br />as as far as it could see.. it was stacked all above them....<br /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-2980671273204352288?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-82896177886277007322012-01-26T19:20:00.002+08:002012-01-26T19:20:42.313+08:00Steps trotted...<br />people with suitcases hurried by...<br />Working in a windowless room is no fun...<br />And the chill in there was so impossibly real...<br />The sun shone brightly showering part of the table in the opposite room with golden specks...<br />facing the radiation for long hours is no fun...<br />That is when i wished i could burst into the open air..<br />a clearing... overgrown with green and soft moss flooring...<br />the feet will go pad pad pad over it as they skipped joyously to the tune of carefree past times...<br />borderless... even when sky meets at the horizon...<br />it's a thousand times better than to face four walls of peeling grey wash...<br />I would exchange for a hearing of&nbsp;the horses neigh... than the typing keys of a keyboard and the dull clicking mouse...<br />The world outside awaits...As i rattled away in the glum stuffy space...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-8289617788627700732?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-91192244998864277292012-01-24T17:51:00.000+08:002012-01-24T17:51:59.673+08:00There is a case of thug...<br />There in a minute your flesh unharmed,&nbsp; in another it tore...<br />Yet in another it healed or rot... either ways...it is always the same...<br />The water purifies itself in a cycle... rivers into vapours into clouds into rain into seas and streams... everything is in circles....<br />That is where every tiny little thing starts and fades...<br />the momentum was as if a cursed chain...<br />binds the wits... things drag on...<br />you bathe...<br />You ar clean but not for long...<br />your body smells after a certain time...<br />you never stay purified for long...<br />yet although the processing of getting stinky is fast...<br />the purification is slow...<br />nothing stays purified for long...<br />are dirt really dirt when it starts out?<br />a means to cling makes dust a dirt...<br />when it clings, refusing to barge, it grows...<br />when it grows... it accumulates..<br />alongside claims other recollections of its own...<br />when they collide...<br />they attract..<br />the essence arose...<br />thus, the stench...<br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-9119224499886427729?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-42106993079197329842012-01-21T20:16:00.002+08:002012-01-21T20:16:49.093+08:00Soon dawn will unveil...<br />to the flutter of perhaps a&nbsp;cloudy sky...<br />the wind is quiet today...<br />Everything is....<br />I have seen a few lanterns dangling...<br />but are they meaningful...<br />I would like to stretch my arms out wide...<br />towards my loved ones....<br />across the sea..between horizons...<br />there are no laughter,<br />nor tears...<br /><br />there will be only contentment...<br />a cove hidden so,<br />fins are seen...<br />but yet to be discovered...<br />what lies below...<br />what lays there...<br />only the knowing at that time<br />spell the most exact notion...<br />of what lies below...<br />a current,<br />or undercurrent..<br />who knows,<br />is the trapped glow of dawn...<br />the glow that will soon be united...<br />when heavens meet the morning dawn...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-4210699307919732984?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-68538418354992601362012-01-19T12:54:00.001+08:002012-01-19T12:54:59.832+08:00All this time... Work has been good... I must say the working hours aren't too long neither are they short... I had moved to a windowless room... The stuffy room makes it hard to get a change of inspiration...<br />New Year is just arouund the corner... Yet there isn't any festive mood here... The walk to uni was as usual filled with people of all sorts, mostly students... New faces who are present for summer school.. Exhaustion was inevitable for me as all I need to do is stare at the desktop all day long...<br /><br />Browsing through videos after work was fortunately not that stressful.. My mind wonders around imagining the festive mood in my hometown... though it would be quite a sleepy hole, things would never be like what I experience in a foreign country.. No programmes, no special events... except maybe on this coming 21st...I would have to see how they celebrate it here... A little progress which captured my eye along the short stretch of road, few lanterns&nbsp;hanging silently on the lamp post.... No festive songs... Not a word breathe about it... Yet, those lanterns fill a little part of me with a fade warmth... I wonder whether they lit up at night...<br /><br />The greatest dissappointment was the muddled mind of someone who does not care about this celebration... They got the wrong zodiac for this year...Wake up, it's the year of the water dragon&nbsp;silly... Simply dreadful.. They care not of reunions, they care not for&nbsp;merry-making, &nbsp;of being with friends and family.. All they care is to get drunk during the festive season... that's their partying.. that's their so called happiness... Such indulgence... <br /><br />It is regretful that they knew not of the joys of get togethers and the bond in collectivist culture... Well, after all they do not share the greatest of minds either... After all those things are trivial matters for them... Leading a half drunken life...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-6853841835499260136?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-61527788788663176192012-01-16T13:50:00.001+08:002012-01-16T13:54:29.490+08:00Although I haven't heard any dhamma talks for quite a long time, the online streaming was a wonderful one...I feel blessed for opening my page at the right moment to actually see it...<br /><br />I pray hard that the life that is the cause and end of suffering can be a productive one to know the extends of the Buddha's teaching ...The four fears as I heard in Chatuma Sutta... This I will share with those who visited my blog...<br />Fear of waves - Anger caused by pride...<br />Fear of Crocodiles - glutinity... temptation of food...<br />Fear of whirlpools - unguarded senses... the five sensory pleasures<br />Fear of Sharks - attraction towards the opposite gender... lust....<br />all these are obstacles to those who wanted to deepen their cultivation...<br /><br />The first fear that I am determined to overcome is the fear of whirlpools...<br />it is hard not to fear them... as it is easy to get carried away...<br />carried away by senses... are indulgence of worldly conditions...those that are temporary...<br /><br />During the course of listening to the Sutta Study session, someone happened to ask to&nbsp;separate children&nbsp;who come to the monestry with their parents...&nbsp;I feel that it should not be done... Children who are brought to the monastry at a&nbsp;very young age gets&nbsp;more exposure to dharmma teachings&nbsp;and monks and other venerable lay people&nbsp;who could guide them... Yes, they may be noisy, but through the course of the constant exposure, they are able to gain self discipline as time goes by... Those children who follow the dharmma will not be lost easily in their paths..&nbsp;I feel that it&nbsp;is the greatest blessing that the parents could offer to their children... I have been brought up by such parents... It is the blessing that they have given me, that drives me towards the path... <br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="background-color: white;">&nbsp; </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-6152778878866317619?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-9286769599954487572012-01-12T20:21:00.001+08:002012-01-12T20:35:17.929+08:00When&nbsp; you live longer, the what if list grew too...<br />ten years from now,<br />five years from now...<br />I'll be sitting somewhere in a corner thinking about what ifs...<br />life could have been different with the what ifs...<br />the what if turns into regrets, but not always, sometimes it is a relief...<br />A chance given to ponder about what ifs is ideal...<br />as we sit there thinking about what ifs, <br />we definitely made a decent if not good chance,<br />we might not be sitting here thinking about what ifs comfortably if it hadn't turn out to be a finer one...<br />When we are just thinking about what ifs,&nbsp;it is not a sign of remorse...<br />it is just the curiousity of an alternative that we missed...<br />when&nbsp;'what ifs' are replaced by 'should haves', it takes a different note,<br />'should haves' show remorse...<br /><br />Thinking a lot makes you think more...<br />that's what I did today over lunch break...<br />overlooking a spectacular view of the tennis court surrounded by lush greenery...<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6kq9pADFt4Y/Tw7TVpjfEpI/AAAAAAAAAng/5w0gap7VNs4/s1600/120120121345.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" kba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6kq9pADFt4Y/Tw7TVpjfEpI/AAAAAAAAAng/5w0gap7VNs4/s320/120120121345.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-928676959995448757?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-82702422375311053612012-01-11T19:50:00.002+08:002012-01-11T19:50:49.449+08:00Sometimes living the time without any care is a suffering..<br />too much of a good thing is bad too...<br />When there is some drive to keep your life going...<br />First time experiencing it and&nbsp;you feel exhausted - yet not being able to rest well...<br />Second time almost the same feeling, but there is a sense of achievement there...<br />Third time, the satisfaction overrides exhaustion...<br />By the end of the day, when you had try stretching your limit in the job that is assigned...<br />It is another form of pure bliss...<br />A sense of satisfaction for not letting time tick away carefreely...<br />As I caught up with time...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-8270242237531105361?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-30821913278574101602012-01-10T17:41:00.000+08:002012-01-10T17:41:18.897+08:00Places and people...<br />they create each other...<br />What is there to awe...<br />the difference of the different...<br />as new as an experience is...<br />new turns wary...<br />wary becomes norm...<br />norm becomes banal...<br />so to turn it over, switching is constant...<br />thus the new stays constant...<br /><br />Where travelers go...<br />They&nbsp;see the front and back of a difference...<br />thus, not dazzled...<br />their change becomes a banality...<br />and banalities are just seeing the awed as norm...<br />So their travelling is not a&nbsp;big deal...<br /><br />When the last piece of land is covered...<br />Well, the world is certainly small in time...<br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-3082191327857410160?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-59572277636983111212012-01-08T07:02:00.001+08:002012-01-08T07:15:31.898+08:00The long break had certainly provide many insights for me... where I have been and what I had done has certainly get me ponder a lot more... there are worlds within worlds, yet there are none at all... cycles after cycles, the same mundane spring of life... makes everything seems exciting?&nbsp; I only mind the thinking that grow deep now... Many things that we should be pondering, we neglected... this web which we put against ourselves... So I conclude, working too much doesn't make you think in a more progressive ways, it just helps us to think in a more creative ways of how to manipulate our work and increase productivity... and where is the us in us... at the end of the day, the lesson would be, I have typed a page of words more quickly or I have thought of a cunning way which no one had ever thought of... That makes people arrogant workaholics...<br /><br />A few days ago I went out&nbsp;to set some&nbsp;household&nbsp;stuff right&nbsp;(which was fruitless that day) and was just about to return to the nest when a woman in late twenties sat beside me waiting for the bus... It was a sunny day, I was hot and bothered... sweating a lot for the first time under a minor circumstance of just&nbsp;a brisk long walk... She&nbsp;sat obviously in my direction and&nbsp;enquired whether&nbsp;I was waiting for the same red&nbsp;shuttle... It was a delightful moment of chatting with her... She quited her job&nbsp;and gather everything from California to tour around the world... That would&nbsp;never have happened for people who&nbsp;loathe insecurity...&nbsp;It would definitely be an unsettling and daring&nbsp;move to do... Well, not that surprising actually that most people do&nbsp;backpacking to release their long suppressed&nbsp; stress... It was a delightful thought, but how many of us actually have the guts to do it? Being so uncertain in life... so carefree yet so frustrating... when weariness gets better of the carefree... in exchange, frustration grows... feelings after feelings interchange... Isn't this tiring? What could be left without a second ponder and what you simply could not let go? it is agonizing... words upon words that people write, wrote or had written.. it is also repetitive... It was as if you had climbed the cliffs and when you are tired, you refuse to let it go despite there is a safe landing spot (guaranteed) hovering just few metres below, and a firm harness which will gently lower you to it once you ease your grip? Life - it is just a meter of movements...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-5957227763698311121?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-51414992096232056962012-01-07T14:15:00.000+08:002012-01-07T14:15:18.480+08:00I stopped my sharing for a while as line wasn't accessible... Now that I am back... It is great to be able to stare at the lappy, posting whatever that comes to mind....<br />the previous post was written in a public area... hateful scanning eyes all around kills the mood of feeling what I feel...<br />holidays is awesome so far... the countdown in this country was a neck - breaking one... cause I strained my neck to witness the so called spectacular fireworks... hmmm, not really as impressive as the one during RWC... days without the net was a good thing too although the mood in the house was a bit dull... but still, books were and are around.... <br />job starting soon too... I hope I'll managed it well...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-5141499209623205696?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-14929654303159091482012-01-03T08:19:00.001+08:002012-01-03T08:19:12.260+08:00As time challenges, I felt challenged...<br />A new tide, a new dawn...<br />where I am at a peak - a point of ending....<br />I realised a silver path upwards...<br />another mountain of glacier to conquer...<br />the clouds cleared...<br />revealing just enough for me to make out several steppable footings that seem not like trails,<br />but yet they are trails...<br />ones that&nbsp;I knew so well yet&nbsp;I do not...<br />those that&nbsp;I could step on, cling on, claw on, heave myself upon... manageable but uncertain...<br />And yet I knew, these I would endured...<br />for when time comes I would realised not a peak which stands in my way, but loads of other peaks to conquer once I came to&nbsp;the narrowed end of a&nbsp;beginning...which opens a begining...<br />Things spin...<br />whirling loads of stuff...<br />&nbsp;what I absorbed, what I do not...<br />all lie...<br />I absorbed what I could, and what I could not I leave..<br />the ending, the beginning...<br />all such are 'once agains' all the time which are 'once-upon-a-time's...<br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-1492965430315909148?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-10337206013124801342011-12-31T08:52:00.001+08:002011-12-31T08:52:31.739+08:00The last rainbow streaks... across the velvet pond...<br />the day would soon be gone...<br />where the past is left to reflect and reminisce...<br />the dawn is due in feast,<br />when the clock strikes twelve, the glass shoe left is forever gone..<br />and what replaces it is something to look forward to...<br />a brand new day...<br />a brand new carriage, driven by horses with speeds as swift as the&nbsp; wind...<br />a blue dim glow grew bigger shimmering with unknown forces...<br />oh wow, a whole colony of the rarest fireflies with shining torches as blue as the depths of hydro's earth bond form...<br />a greater time, worth growing to grace the utmost knowledge and life to come...<br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-1033720601312480134?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-328167161657452112011-12-22T07:33:00.000+08:002011-12-22T07:33:16.154+08:00Hope the soon to be&nbsp;trip these few days is delightful... <br />Summer's the time to celebrate...<br />reunions... are plentiful...<br /><br />Happy winter solstice and&nbsp;a merry chirstmas!^^<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-32816716165745211?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-3707193327332542132011-12-20T19:16:00.001+08:002011-12-20T19:16:09.322+08:00Yes, I am happy... being happy with my life... Yet, I am greedy... greedy for the half forgotten sound... Am I wanting too much? I just need to hear the calling too... to assure my soul, that nothing changes... that the reality is what&nbsp;I wished for... I dread the uncertainty... I dread the long silence which creates much of the uncertainty... It is too quiet... where is the chimming of bluebells in the field...? where is the humming of the tiny merry sound... I need to know... what it is about to keep me going, to keep me hoping... that one day, the sea would be mine... the waves that hug me so tender... the only type of waves which are meant only for me alone.. ever since&nbsp;I saw the secret of catching the sneeze of the sea... caught unaware, I wish&nbsp;I knew how to catch the breath of the sea... the lungs and mine become one... growing fountains out of half drowned caves.... the breaking of silence... It is hard to keep the little faith as&nbsp;I waited so patiently for the first siren's call... where it lies, the seaweed bubbles bloom... Please, I wish you could understand me...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-370719332733254213?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-52040869153597549792011-12-19T19:06:00.000+08:002011-12-19T19:06:09.950+08:00Homesick, not really now that my parents are here... Missed hanging out with them... There are a few more days left... I am going to make full use of it... it's a good thing, I thank god for making their trip safe and sound... I thank god for eveything that I have been blessed in life...<br />I would not query the unknown... May the same would be for me next time to know the new member in my life...<br />the one other who will protect me and weave blessings for my family..<br />I hope for just hopping that it would be true in the future...<br />I think&nbsp;I would have felt loved again...<br />there goes all the crossroads that i have not passed in my life..<br />there are lots of them out there..<br />Life...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-5204086915359754979?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-79921231695274987802011-12-18T18:39:00.001+08:002011-12-18T18:39:54.766+08:00Petals red, yellow and pink fell...<br />the mossy area was filled with overwhelming fragrance..<br />showers come flattening the retals.. coat they with half boiled mud...<br />the colours are still fresh...<br />&nbsp;where youth had gone...<br />it sailed together with the brown eyes that follow suit...<br />the aging of century...<br />a haven? a heaven?<br />trust me <br />no one knows..<br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-7992123169527498780?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-16329327458600145292011-12-17T18:34:00.002+08:002011-12-17T18:34:20.673+08:00Reunions... are hard to come by...<br />Little warmth.. No more feelings where you realise a part of you is lacking...<br />Sickness recovers...<br />Days are brighter...<br />Wind is milder...<br />Great health grows with reunions...<br />That's always the sweetest moments in life...<br /><br />Where the wholesomeness is felt,<br />I experience pure bliss...<br />a grateful heart...<br />for what God gave me,<br />I&nbsp;couldn't ask for more...<br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-1632932745860014529?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-83461827822669219432011-12-14T17:40:00.001+08:002011-12-14T17:40:50.537+08:00It was as if there was chaos among the clouds... the&nbsp;roof mourns of greyish&nbsp;blood trickling down... the buildings shiver... their fresh paints&nbsp;gulped the blood greedily...&nbsp;leaving&nbsp;droplets of it&nbsp;smeared down their towering throats...<br /><br />there was no way I could glimpse upon the very last of the meteor showers this year... too bad it was of my&nbsp;horoscope too - Geminid meteor showers...&nbsp;they are the brightest amongst all... pretty little sparkles across the sky which would not break the chaos that cloud its mind, blocking us from viewing what was above all of its clouded mind... I wish to wish upon them, to gaze upon the heavenly phenomena... how pretty they would be, under a clear cloudless night.. to think i had the chance to&nbsp;set my eyes upon them... a remorseful and helpless feeling that&nbsp;I have... they will pass without a flicker... as the rage of all rages continue... all&nbsp;that I hear now is&nbsp;pitter patter...&nbsp;<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-8346182782266921943?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-25181731297002347122011-12-13T12:03:00.000+08:002011-12-13T12:03:30.772+08:00what i wished for i don't wish for...<br />Great deeds, the greater the others...<br />what is big when big is comparable...<br />what are ambitious dreams? when ambitions are not after all ambitious?<br />pride? linked to.... wealth? status? prestige? are those pride?<br />if you think they are... wow, your thoughts do delude you...<br />what a pity, i couldn't pity such a mentality... get as sarcastic as you want...<br />for what is left of you are merely rottening bones when you die... no... there is no pride nor status when you die except a tomb stone which turned cold and worn out... eaten ad forgotten by time... and your remains are nothing but feast for the worms...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-2518173129700234712?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-87753017264323515442011-12-10T10:28:00.001+08:002011-12-10T10:37:45.299+08:00Went to Otara Market once more.. It was a&nbsp;merry little&nbsp;place... people were all over the place finding for the cheapest farm produce... Many were much cheaper than the city... the simplicity brought contentment... I bought the biggest and&nbsp;the rosiest apples... the folks that lived there and around were mostly Pacific Islanders... There was a short performance... Their voices were superb and strong... Worshipping God... simply charming to the ears... I imagined them singing folk songs around the campfire... That would be such a deligthful chilling activity... The breeze blew gently... blowing the peaceful spirit into everyone aroung them...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-8775301726432351544?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-55758119225692660762011-12-06T17:31:00.001+08:002011-12-06T17:47:43.045+08:00My tiny feet set along the pebbled path...<br />Leading me towards a lush green clearing...<br />I saw it from the thick tropical bushes...<br />I continued walking...<br />there were rattans twisted around little limp trees...<br />choking them along the way...<br />I was wary...<br />wary that they too might come alive and choke me...<br />the was once, a story that I had heard...<br />passed down from generations,<br />those choked were turned into trees..<br />I keep walking...<br />If those were true,<br />I might have been turn into one...<br />the doubts that filled me are like little droplets of crystal dew..<br />trying in vain to wash my conscious eyes awake...<br />the path was slippery...<br />a sign of&nbsp;&nbsp;fresh recent downpour..<br />the smell of soil... <br />I sniffed with delight...<br />a scent I favor over artificial branded perfumes which are<br />like hormone sprayers against the face...<br />like synthetic honey-like liquid attracting foolish bees...<br />the clearing backens...<br />How nice it would be in the open grounds...<br />admiring birds hovering across the rippling skylines...<br />a taste of simple bliss...<br />My heart had reached that clearing,<br />but clearly my body hadn't...<br />My worn out slippers struggle through the sticky marshy mud...<br />are my doubts been cleared that i could reached the clearing before dusk...<br />I fear...<br />the forgotten legend come true... dragging me into the dark...<br />silencing me forever...<br />Right now, there is still time...<br />I lift my determined feet and tramp forward...<br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-5575811922569266076?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-35168739551797448842011-12-05T16:02:00.001+08:002011-12-05T16:35:40.747+08:00The morning weather&nbsp;had been good... Neither too chilly nor too glaring... the wind blew a welcoming tune... My heart leaped... Why not a stroll in Domain...&nbsp; the park where I had thrown to the back of my mind even when I lived near it... Now, it was further away, but it was indeed satisfying... I love peaceful strolls... the mornings here aren't too bad... I actually like sweating even back then, but the long half stroll half jog was not very good for my sweat gland to start functioning even after I had been walking for nearly two hours... The more delicate side of the park was hidden further down towards Lower Domain... I came to the end at Parnell but jogged back swiftly to the Cherryblossom Groves... and back through the main entrance near the hospital... It was a good one... previous visits had all but a rush, the touch and go type... people often jogged near the duck pond and winter garden... I ventured further... the forest walks were refreshing... It was amazing to be walking in a mini forest which is situated in the midst of a busy city... I won't call it a metropolitan.. It is less hectic as compared to the capital city of my country... I chose to take the Lovers Walk, as I've never been through that part yet.. the other route pointed towards Glade's Path (which I&nbsp; had set my foot before).. I'm easily delighted by tiny bits which others consider as boring... My delight was that of the discovery of a&nbsp; tiny waterfall which slaps&nbsp;the brownish - black stones with&nbsp; its clear dancing water... it flowed into a merry little stream, the sound of simple joy... Along the walkways, fragrance from unknown flowers filled the air with a refreshing spur.. Birds such as the fantails hopped across my path occasionally... I was alone... it&nbsp;felt so good... being just with the nature...<br />I might do it again as days are carefreely passing by now... trees were like those which&nbsp;resemble the fairytales narration. Lovely blue bells drip down from their slender stalks.. echoing the hums of the bees within..<br /><br />&nbsp;<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G4K7pIBVHrc/Ttx_Qz5pSvI/AAAAAAAAAmg/qf9r1lSPDDQ/s1600/051220111224.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G4K7pIBVHrc/Ttx_Qz5pSvI/AAAAAAAAAmg/qf9r1lSPDDQ/s320/051220111224.jpg" width="320" /></a><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5qPPpo7gt8g/Ttx_YoDgBJI/AAAAAAAAAmo/7ahEfbFh1Zs/s1600/051220111225.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5qPPpo7gt8g/Ttx_YoDgBJI/AAAAAAAAAmo/7ahEfbFh1Zs/s320/051220111225.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yur1-5mVMuE/Ttx_vHJe01I/AAAAAAAAAmw/yIRjTgXHBYs/s1600/051220111229.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yur1-5mVMuE/Ttx_vHJe01I/AAAAAAAAAmw/yIRjTgXHBYs/s320/051220111229.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VaajJWmhMaE/TtyALS2QcsI/AAAAAAAAAm4/WGCNIx2c9Ac/s1600/051220111232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" dda="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VaajJWmhMaE/TtyALS2QcsI/AAAAAAAAAm4/WGCNIx2c9Ac/s320/051220111232.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7N4zHFY0RbE/TtyAb_MPVpI/AAAAAAAAAnA/UTolFOY5T8c/s1600/051220111233.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7N4zHFY0RbE/TtyAb_MPVpI/AAAAAAAAAnA/UTolFOY5T8c/s320/051220111233.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G48vf4gW-9Q/TtyAuSv-SII/AAAAAAAAAnI/WRhkNBC3yN8/s1600/051220111236.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G48vf4gW-9Q/TtyAuSv-SII/AAAAAAAAAnI/WRhkNBC3yN8/s320/051220111236.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2RoirDM7HHs/TtyA3qeYlTI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/SLE8pOZD3Fs/s1600/051220111238.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2RoirDM7HHs/TtyA3qeYlTI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/SLE8pOZD3Fs/s320/051220111238.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Phpy_ug-Y6w/TtyBIYYuR9I/AAAAAAAAAnY/q_P5A4ptUBs/s1600/051220111237.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" dda="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Phpy_ug-Y6w/TtyBIYYuR9I/AAAAAAAAAnY/q_P5A4ptUBs/s320/051220111237.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-3516873955179744884?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-57818826152930574242011-12-04T16:11:00.001+08:002011-12-04T17:05:17.916+08:00Indulging myself in a&nbsp;very relaxing break after the hectic second year, I brought up all my yearning for a good reading session&nbsp;filled with my own thoughts and imagination. The city library do me good by having such a heavenly collection of books that I had set my eyes on so&nbsp;eagerly since I&nbsp;first learnt of its location. Yet, I could just swallow my cravings as assignment due dates and courseworks were burdening my head all the time.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://images.whitcoulls.co.nz/images/ar/97800073/9780007342594/180/0/plain/rain-wild-chronicles-1-dragon-keeper.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" dda="true" src="http://images.whitcoulls.co.nz/images/ar/97800073/9780007342594/180/0/plain/rain-wild-chronicles-1-dragon-keeper.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Finally, my urge is being filled... I have&nbsp;frequented the library now that&nbsp;I had plenty of time to spare. Books of all sorts have I&nbsp;packed merrily in my usual&nbsp;&nbsp;backpack&nbsp;meant for lectures, replacing the seemly&nbsp;dreaded text books... It&nbsp;felt lighter&nbsp;although I was carrying several bulky&nbsp;story books from the library... Funny ay...&nbsp;It was this particular book that touched my senses, stimulating them, waking them up or rather activating my almost dormant imagination which had been bogged down by continuous academic workload which were actually quite dry though interesting in another way... My imaginations started running wild... I had never felt this sort of enthusiasm for a very long time... It was a sort of awakening... A wave of sensational bliss within my still youthful heart. The title starts with the D word... although most people are now being dazzled by vampires' hot looks and&nbsp;narrations (pardon me Theva =P)... I&nbsp;continued to be amazed by how easily&nbsp;I fall for dragon-ish tales and trilogies... I am hooked...&nbsp;A must read book.. It&nbsp;is more of a mind developing duology (as the third book isn't out in the market yet)... The writer Robin Hobb&nbsp;has indeed&nbsp;presented&nbsp;the most wonderful narration... The&nbsp;descriptions were simple but they&nbsp;captured my senses&nbsp;and mind images to the utmost level... I had never imagined such a wonderful&nbsp;image of&nbsp;a story before... &nbsp;I had&nbsp;finished the books 'Dragon Keeper' and 'Dragon Haven' in just two short days and is craving for more of the last sequel... The funny thing is, I ran all the way to the library immediately&nbsp;to get the second book after I finished the first one... It was that addictive... <br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/517MBqCVS4L.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" dda="true" height="320" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/517MBqCVS4L.jpg" width="207" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Time like that are hard to come by, I doubt that after this long break, I would have such a relaxing period of&nbsp;contenplation when I&nbsp;move on&nbsp;to my third year...Life has not been as carefree as my childhood days, I bet everyone had felt the same way as I do... Books are the only gems which carry me back in time... Where the fantasies exist...<br /><br /><br /><br />&nbsp;<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-5781882615293057424?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-43110965714921732902011-12-02T18:19:00.001+08:002011-12-02T18:24:13.410+08:00Farewells are hard... It's the clingy feeling or attachment you have for people you care about... It is the feeling of not seeing them again to hang out and chill... The laughters that were shared, the topics that we converse about... All those were just real at those moments... Joy was also real at that moment... For now it there would be no more such privileges.. which had extended towards the frieindship we've built... It is short and brief&nbsp; yet meaningful... These cherished moments... the very precious moments that would be blurred in life... as years washed them by... those would become fond thoughts which fed the energy into life...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-4311096571492173290?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-51929124275694836452011-11-26T07:49:00.001+08:002011-11-26T08:14:30.353+08:00I often ponder about the reason where certain ages must be related to certain emotions... when it starts with single digits - pure happiness, when it starts with two digits with&nbsp; number '1' as the start - you should not give in to emotions at all, when the digits start with '2' people started questioning whether the person had any emotions at all... Is there something wrong with the person's emotions? Why she never seem to have any special one around her... It is tiring to accommodate the inquiries... the chatters behind.... Can't I be who I am as I please? Can I not cherish just one special person, but everyone that I know and appreciate... I'm sick of being humiliated, questioned with weird looks... Yes, I am what I am, I know how to love, and love to be loved, but it is just that I couldn't just love a person... That special one is no where to be found yet... Can't i be left in isolation? don't I deserve to love someone i really love? the more i ponder the more i think that Romeo and Juliet love never exist in reality, it is just mere infatuations. What is there to love...? building fantasies out of reality doesn't work... the feeling is temporary... Love is never equal... From what I observe and reflect, love is just a one sided feeling... the other part is of giving in and infatuations... Pronouncing love, after years of looking at each other in the faces... there wouldn't be anything but responsibilities and commitments and continuing the species... Then, the role of love is over... It is not that I condemn this universal truth, it is just that because of this cycle, the species within the species speculate... some in frustration rebel, some remain silent and follow the cycle, some became the talk of the other so - called commoners.. Thinking hard isn't bad, thinking about lots of stuff isn't bad either... it makes me views things clearer instead of being knocked out or jumping in the bandwagon without further clarification... maybe I'll jump in the bandwagon too, but with a clearer mind... maybe I will not be jumping in at all... thus, becoming the talk of a small town... the twisted roots threaten to choke... hidden within the soils of the planet... once succeed..pull all the nutrients out of our body... as it is a mere entity to generate more entities... &nbsp;<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-5192912427569483645?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-28686792859079601212011-11-24T06:48:00.001+08:002011-11-24T07:26:52.047+08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8pZcE2-MCg8/Ts14XKHQZCI/AAAAAAAAAlA/vXqhTSzeyHo/s1600/P1010027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d0D5nwZ5fY4/Ts15E6CQETI/AAAAAAAAAlw/0CI43Pe2C9M/s320/P1010447.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rIlIrpEoMD4/Ts15LIh7UPI/AAAAAAAAAl4/o0ah9h0nmZA/s1600/P1010365.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rIlIrpEoMD4/Ts15LIh7UPI/AAAAAAAAAl4/o0ah9h0nmZA/s320/P1010365.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nYSBdhv_tzA/Ts15Yii7xDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/w08Z8bFM9Pk/s1600/P1010650.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nYSBdhv_tzA/Ts15Yii7xDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/w08Z8bFM9Pk/s320/P1010650.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PgKOd_Cps1w/Ts15eVeOYuI/AAAAAAAAAmI/fFzBSz9nbus/s1600/P1010427.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PgKOd_Cps1w/Ts15eVeOYuI/AAAAAAAAAmI/fFzBSz9nbus/s320/P1010427.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Nac5-M3WCc/Ts15nS3fPxI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/JlzLqaOqMhA/s1600/P1010624.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Nac5-M3WCc/Ts15nS3fPxI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/JlzLqaOqMhA/s320/P1010624.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fubkBQLLS0E/Ts16GbgsbEI/AAAAAAAAAmY/6ZlykKrN_W0/s1600/P1010664.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fubkBQLLS0E/Ts16GbgsbEI/AAAAAAAAAmY/6ZlykKrN_W0/s320/P1010664.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>South island trip was very relaxing... It felt weird at first when there is nothing to worry about, nothing to be upset about, nothing to disappoint...<br />there was still enough snow for us to fool around.... both extreme weathers came together so summer-ish and yet so frosty... It was worth the trip... Waking up late in the mornings to a three - days non - stop rain showers... It was cold and hot at the same time minus the humidity... lips dried up fast... the road was sometimes a desert to my eye, or even a dessert with snow capped mountains that look like frosty pudding with whipped cream toppings... the fields were filled with yellow patches of flowers, I wonder whether they are buttercups...&nbsp; <br />the lakes and waterfalls were amazing... our campervan cruised through the winding roads where sneak peeks could be seen of all the wonderful creeks, rapids and cute little one-way bridges where a full view of the valley or canyon could be seen... Arthur's Pass was amazing... You need not stop.. cause the roads are too winding... capturing glimpses of it from the car was great... Many a time, along the roads where small 'scenic view lookout' areas were spotted, old elderly couples were seen huddling cosily in their fold -able chairs, sipping hot coffee whilst they lost themselves with awe to the picturesque views residing so peacefully among the mountain range... It was a bliss... Would love to do that when I retire...( a not too long future)... I thank god for the chances that I had gotten... to see the lovelier side of god's creation... No ugliness, just tranquility and peace which could wash people's minds of any evil... Maybe it is the location... where nature are abundant, people have less evil thoughts... less misdeeds are committed... less complicated society... My thoughts may be old, but I yearned for this sort of lifestyle... No anxiety, no hidden meanings in life... just a straightforward life where people are happy because they are really happy and not because they will feel weird when they aren't happy... We want to be happy in so many ways, but the simplest way to be happy is to be in that state without realising it...<br />I thank god that I could meet people who were so kind in their hospitality... their warmth makes it feel like home.. the feeling of goodness itself is a home.. sleeping and cooking in a campervan was truly amazing... a hard to come by experience... I thank god for that too.. I am thankful that there are so many people around me who could guide me and protect me from the brutal reality... It is this wonderful blessing that I am grateful for...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-2868679285907960121?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-77675850033046112612011-11-22T13:28:00.001+08:002011-11-22T13:33:48.647+08:00I'm not worth spamming... What fun is it to spam my shout box? what benefit will you get? people live once and only once only, why bother to copy thoughts from strangers' lives? Isn't our own lives worth it enough to be copying other people's thoughts? to all these people.. get a life!!! Live your life well so that others will automatically flood your blog because of interest not because of tricks... I'm blogging in my own small world, with nothing to be ashamed, and nothing worth feeling embarrassed, i stand on my own two feet with my own pride, my own thoughts and my own principles... No one in the world is the same, besides what's the benefit of copying... it's just a mere delusion...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-7767585003304611261?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-87327836426184439662011-10-26T04:26:00.001+08:002011-10-26T04:26:53.899+08:00小小保护层。。。保护自己。。。伤痕累累的自己。。。虽然无法接受。。。但必须。。。我一直想像美好的未来。。。我会踏上这条路吗？不能想象真情真的难找。。。想要保护朋友，却做不到。。。很想帮她一忙。。。她性灵脆弱，心中一定有不甘。。。社会难料。。。人生这么多遗憾，我们却慢慢长大了。。。生活圈圈的保护层渐渐容不下我们了，因为我们变成了保护层，许多事情，越要体会小快乐，自己割爆的伤越深。。。伤久了，痛变成习惯。。。痛得很快乐， 痛得迷失自己，痛得不再痛了。。。因为后来痛被误解成快乐。。。苦苦的快乐。。。美好的都成了过去。。。天真的，也都消失了。。。<br />理智保护不到快乐。。。因为快乐是属于天真的。。。人大了真的能快乐吗？<br />我自己也在怀疑自己期待已久的快乐，真的会有吗？因为许多人都在自造虚伪的幸福，幸福时他们真的幸福吗？他们为了幸福而努力自造幸福。。。电视里的幸福不可能在现实中出现，对吧？<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-8732783642618443966?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-70447600307360992442011-10-24T14:16:00.003+08:002011-10-24T14:16:59.763+08:00there are times.. when i wished i remained at sea...<br />bubbles hiding me...<br />i wouldn't want to resurface ever again...<br />these are all scary dreams..<br />so much for my soul to bear...<br />i feel different...<br />my fins flapping silently...<br />stirring currents...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-7044760030736099244?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-65734478653439993092011-10-22T05:19:00.001+08:002011-10-22T05:19:32.579+08:00People... Are they contraries? nope they are not abstracts to me... they have at least a body form... <br /><br />Are they complicated? Yes, you may say they are... They were made out of trillion trillions of electrons and neutrons and protons which made up the whole texture of the form... It would be a supernova sort of structure, but more condensed per say...<br />The minds in them are more semi- abstract... there's the structure there, and there are mobile sub - electron particles traveling tirelessly all around the railway like structure in the brain lines...<br />Ask we grow, the particles speed so fast that they sometimes do not know why they travel at such high speed... As the worldly abstracts bind layers and layers upon them, lubricates the roads for them to spee through... they seemed happy... therefore, the happiness got trapped in... when excessive ones and going astray ones were also in, people wanted the happiness from various sources, they get uncontrollable, like roller coasters without breaks.... zipping through the mid air rail... rattling the metal bars, grilling the sparks which had unconsciously scarred and hurt the brain... they continued to zip pass everything, catching each and every tiny worldly particle to make themselves smoother in their rides... they couldn't separate the dark from the light, they do not believe that innocent soul should be created at all because they are dumb... they do not deserve to exist in this roller coaster world... the pleasure that are accumulated are too irresistible that innocence aren't allowed to ride it as it will spoil the fun....<br />Well, i thought fun was always the simplest things in life, not some high glamor delusions or some blind conformist's dreams... Well, that's hard to say some willingly embrace and throw themselves against it... blinding themselves further... thinking that by blinding themselves, they are getting smarter...<br />but what is smart? smart means nothing it can't be binded.. it should be carved... with every stroke slitting so neatly into place, they should be maintained too. the depth the speed, the way of slitting it, making a mark of in on the same wound... it takes more than that to bind it...<br />people, the creators of delusions and failures of delusion themselves... crawled around in dark caves covered in glowing moss that they see as the purest light...<br />Laughing away madly without the knowledge of the real world which is so pure outside... they create cocoons of what they called stylish reality... they wriggling bodies laugh in it never wanting to break through the threads of darkness to see light.. to see the birds chirping, on a breezy evening... to see nature in it's truest harmony... man bind man... and the binding grows... eating the space of the purest... covering the atmosphere with madness... and the madness grow wild... as many are infected... they were sent to the deepest hollows under the glowing moss... where they were pronounced mad by the less mad people who though that they are as sane as god... what good is nature? they saw from their cocoons that these are dying worthless nature, that dies and blooms once in a while... nothing remains... they want permanence... nobody wanted to die... dying is their greatest fear... so they wore cocoons around themselves, like butterflies who refuse to hatch... but only, their wings weren't of butterflies, but tattered clawing scales of falsehood... their wings were white and light as a dove's downy feathers... but the materials they used were scary, they were done by extracting the worst spores from the decaying glowing moss... they harness it to their backs, thinking that these will make them angels in the dark cocoon... for them, they called themselves fallen angels... which they weave stories about bringing hope in the cocoon.. the world out there dies, so do they... they say that, they die but their presence were there.. Weren't they.. shadows laughed in the corridors.. they clawed at the walls of webby cocoon... no, they could never go out...as shadows don't exist under the sun...<br />life of an innocent, of purest purity.. do they exist in the cocoons of reality?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-6573447865343999309?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-72329889678987065962011-10-21T13:37:00.000+08:002011-10-21T13:37:34.033+08:00Life here is getting busier than ever with the exams nearing...&nbsp; Although there wasn't as many trips as the previous semester, it was still great fun, drawing little delight from tiny events... First discovery, there are chicken chops sold in NZ...!!! Hahaha, I was so happy... I was so pleased... It was really tasty...<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C-UuurB3_jU/TqED0K8_ZKI/AAAAAAAAAjM/J-rbbpvMgN0/s1600/03102011764.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C-UuurB3_jU/TqED0K8_ZKI/AAAAAAAAAjM/J-rbbpvMgN0/s320/03102011764.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Chicken Chop in NZ!!!! Yeap, I asked for the one with rice set because it was worth the money...</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ySWZEZlZBb8/TqED0SVPUVI/AAAAAAAAAjU/VstJxvHXi-I/s1600/08102011787_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ySWZEZlZBb8/TqED0SVPUVI/AAAAAAAAAjU/VstJxvHXi-I/s320/08102011787_1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>this is panikeke... Do not be deceived by the ordinary looks... It could make people's stomachs very happy indeed... <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kM9JR6M-mUk/TqED044CidI/AAAAAAAAAjc/p1znj-nl_rM/s1600/10102011788.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kM9JR6M-mUk/TqED044CidI/AAAAAAAAAjc/p1znj-nl_rM/s320/10102011788.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />oysters - slimy expensive sluggish mussels for the rich<br /> <br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SIkVxf7UaUk/TqED1oSwgxI/AAAAAAAAAjk/kkEaDVFINlg/s1600/20102011871.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SIkVxf7UaUk/TqED1oSwgxI/AAAAAAAAAjk/kkEaDVFINlg/s320/20102011871.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Custard tart.. This was enormous... love the bakery across the road... they make wonders to their pastries especially their pies!!!</td></tr></tbody></table>As for oysters, it was my first time trying them out too... Not to my liking though... it taste like squirting jelly which is very fishy and lemon-ish (cause of the lemon squeeze).. Well, some times, 'high class food' aren't really that fantastic for 'commoners' like me... Got a deal off the web which gives me a chance to savour high class buffet... food makes me happy... that would be the first n last...this restaurant isn't my type... Once in a while treat is also too much for an ordinary person like me...<br />I even had panikeke - Samoan pancake (round and chewy) which my Samoan friend had introduced me... It was good... Couldn't eat that much though because they are really filling... <br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-7232988967898706596?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-40852717802681591152011-10-17T13:54:00.002+08:002011-10-17T13:54:56.013+08:00That is why I capture so many little fluffy heads of spring's children... They nod gracefully to the rhythm of the wind... Chiming sweet smelling tunes which make the onlookers sense delightful spring dances of simple beauty... Pardon me as I do not own any professional camera which will portray their utmost beauty... but I am contented with what I regard as the images worthy of my safe keeping... These moments are always warm... When time comes where I would be looking back at this moment and thinking of the past self which had not let spring escape my hands... Though I could say that, I literally missed capturing winter in action as there isn't much weather changes in Auckland... No snowy carpets of white sprinkle or the fluffs which floated down from the sky in many other regions... Sigh... Maybe I'll go once to the colder regions next year, to get the feel of Mr Frost in his comfort zone...<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wc1h7R2lnhI/TpvAXHIJxVI/AAAAAAAAAhk/QsA9KrJhW-k/s1600/17102011821.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wc1h7R2lnhI/TpvAXHIJxVI/AAAAAAAAAhk/QsA9KrJhW-k/s320/17102011821.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jOcWU9LbQWg/TpvAZHwiDEI/AAAAAAAAAhs/Ddgkx7TQ4tg/s1600/17102011822.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jOcWU9LbQWg/TpvAZHwiDEI/AAAAAAAAAhs/Ddgkx7TQ4tg/s320/17102011822.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vB4u9yp7lXA/TpvAbXKTDaI/AAAAAAAAAh0/ZsT6zHPo9bE/s1600/17102011823.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pAy0Qp46f1I/TpvA2v9vk9I/AAAAAAAAAi8/NN-nCpdFXx4/s1600/17102011835.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pAy0Qp46f1I/TpvA2v9vk9I/AAAAAAAAAi8/NN-nCpdFXx4/s320/17102011835.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qZCEfTVXo10/TpvA5dLY2jI/AAAAAAAAAjE/G87L9lpdJ6A/s1600/17102011836.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qZCEfTVXo10/TpvA5dLY2jI/AAAAAAAAAjE/G87L9lpdJ6A/s320/17102011836.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-4085271780268159115?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-77147524025709270952011-10-15T12:41:00.001+08:002011-10-15T12:41:53.400+08:00I have realized that as time passes, I drifted afar... It is always so... There was the emptiness that I could not explain creeping up as frequently as possible... There was the time where I couldn't find myself, as I got lost deeper and deeper..unknowingly... There is no joy in joy itself... No anger so full of frustrations before.... Then, it struck me, I have grown apart from what I used to belief... from what I hold so dearly... I regretted my actions... I will not partake a single drop of delusion again though it is just a minor succumbing to temptations... Though it was without any consequences, though it was during the holidays months ago, though at the surface it was a harmless thought, a harmless action, though there are no apparent ill fate, I realised the ignorance that i should have not given in.. though it is mere wine tasting, I will seek to repent my misguided actions... I yearn the blissful peace I have... The forgotten chants... The prayers that I did every night are blurring into routines... They are without the mindfulness I once practice... I will, re-define myself again... To be mindful, to follow the Dharma once more... to re- define myself, to reflect my actions... I found a profound joy today as the discovery of a Buddhist circle tucked away in the midst of the hassle of desires and delusions... I will walk my way through... to my righteous path again... This time more mindful of my straying states...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-7714752402570927095?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-272795969148374902011-10-14T10:53:00.002+08:002011-10-15T12:41:53.407+08:00The calm blue charms...<br />the great Grey vessels.... the soothing clovers...<br />the diminutive alpines...<br />the flutter of soft canvas over the rims...<br />the wings of a shadow waving on the windowpanes...<br />it is sometimes not about controlling emotions...<br />it is the uncontrollable emotions, or the unwillingness to control, which makes it uncontrollable..?<br />it is natural, like hay in under the sun...<br />it dries... dampen by moisture, it rots... inedible by farm animals...<br />it is material, materials are temporary...<br />flesh is too, and so are emotions...<br />great forward leaps...<br />no matter how high you go, there is always the horizon to guide you...<br />so no matter what it is...<br />you always know where it lies...<br />tender and sweet, changeable brutal and harsh...<br />the path is always there waiting...<br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-27279596914837490?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-80189624256174068152011-10-09T10:05:00.003+08:002011-10-09T10:05:43.934+08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XfjlKYGfgUA/TpEAxh7G7wI/AAAAAAAAAhE/6wn2j76P550/s1600/04102011765.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XfjlKYGfgUA/TpEAxh7G7wI/AAAAAAAAAhE/6wn2j76P550/s320/04102011765.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-orJOhMiLGw8/TpEA1k4qYlI/AAAAAAAAAhI/nYSaxVRv0Dc/s1600/04102011766.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-orJOhMiLGw8/TpEA1k4qYlI/AAAAAAAAAhI/nYSaxVRv0Dc/s320/04102011766.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QnoQomxV-E0/TpEA5KGgyKI/AAAAAAAAAhM/cuAJ6lU7vKA/s1600/04102011767.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QnoQomxV-E0/TpEA5KGgyKI/AAAAAAAAAhM/cuAJ6lU7vKA/s320/04102011767.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w5hFnF47JIM/TpEA78YixmI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/OEnzRMQ_c_4/s1600/04102011769.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w5hFnF47JIM/TpEA78YixmI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/OEnzRMQ_c_4/s320/04102011769.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QAej4fdtFeM/TpEA_k-vIMI/AAAAAAAAAhU/lKqfNaLu3Yc/s1600/04102011771.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QAej4fdtFeM/TpEA_k-vIMI/AAAAAAAAAhU/lKqfNaLu3Yc/s320/04102011771.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YPI3iRAu8T0/TpEBClRlSsI/AAAAAAAAAhY/WHb4hozCaGU/s1600/04102011772.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YPI3iRAu8T0/TpEBClRlSsI/AAAAAAAAAhY/WHb4hozCaGU/s320/04102011772.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mZW7D3mxmr4/TpEBG5H9QKI/AAAAAAAAAhc/xSZ9sxlQrkk/s1600/04102011773.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mZW7D3mxmr4/TpEBG5H9QKI/AAAAAAAAAhc/xSZ9sxlQrkk/s320/04102011773.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J4z80jYelAU/TpEBKHF9vMI/AAAAAAAAAhg/GCEG1KVlI3k/s1600/04102011774.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J4z80jYelAU/TpEBKHF9vMI/AAAAAAAAAhg/GCEG1KVlI3k/s320/04102011774.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Spring.. the season of life and tales of life...of joy and contentment... of fantasy and moments worth cherishing... of dreams that are yet to be fulfill... Yet, spring would be the most unique season for me... it is breathing life, the flavorful spell casts over the green tufts so fluffy... bringing greens (grins) into every single creature alive... little finches.. I've always love them... their sand bathes are as warm as toast, their wings scoop gleefully into the sand sprinkling soft dust grains over their tiny round bodies, as I walked down the pavement to get to my classes everyday... Even during the cloudless mid-days, where sun breaks frost for several weeks now...&nbsp; The most wonderful part is where faint scents of pretty soft petals dripping down from trees and bushes like fallen feathers from the sky... pink, white, yellow... I've yet to see blue though... they played in the wind rejoicing their previous moments dancing with all their might, as they knew...once, they settled down...their pretty frocks are never to be blown in the air ever again.. thus, the spring's ball goes on and on, as each little petal dance to their time, like descendants of Cinderella, dancing their minutes away... And once the clock striked.. the wind scattered them over the fields and oceans, leaving behind their dreams hanging in the air... the scent that we breathe in are their unfulfilled dreams... The scent of fantasy... the scent of bittersweet moments... the scent that will remain till time gathered it up and swept it higher into the air, and when rain drops come racing down, bringing them along, where the dreams once again were sucked up by tender roots of trees and shrubs.. where new young petals strive to live up to their ancestors' dreams as well as creating their own. the cycle goes on..that's why we dream of spring when we sleep through our deepest dreams... the scene brings peace over it...as we tucked away, smiling in our comfy beds... <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-8018962425617406815?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-44525559774745315792011-10-03T15:27:00.000+08:002011-10-03T15:27:05.339+08:00Where are the elves, I couldn't find them among the valves...<br />Where are the willows, I couldn't hear them bellow...<br />Where, where is the magic that make me calm...<br />in the deep twisted root<br /> The rainbow drop was soaked, drenched in cold sappy puddle,<br />the search.. where is it.. where is everything,<br />where is Me?<br />the soul that wonders~~<br />restless, under the morning stars...<br />the gem of violet valley...<br />from the top of the soft cherrie blossoms,<br />filled with humming bees,<br />mint droplets hang...<br />the world is so quiet,<br />when Me went missing~~<br />What is Me doing, i can feel it's aimless gaze, straight ahead into the northern sea...<br />puff eyed...<br /><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-4452555977474531579?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-78071252763477159252011-09-23T14:40:00.003+08:002011-09-23T14:40:51.584+08:00Admiring people is always the case, but being admired? nope, rarely or none at all i guess.... So i join this event held by my residence hall. It is a very popular one. Many joined. I was just being curious, and delighted to take up the chance to meet new people... It was great fun because you get to admire a person without letting him/her know you while you are being admired by another person whom you do not know. This is still going on as the whole event will end on Sunday. My admirer was sweet~~^^ This is what I get, though it isn't as posh as some of the other admirers, my admirer really puts in effort to 'admire' me. Some admirees did not even get anything, i guess their admirers were not bothered.. Well, why join if they are not bothered... Hmmm....<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cnsWcDN79mk/TnwpzEM-KCI/AAAAAAAAAhA/b4wBUt8GXzE/s1600/21092011747.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cnsWcDN79mk/TnwpzEM-KCI/AAAAAAAAAhA/b4wBUt8GXzE/s320/21092011747.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-7807125276347715925?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-69332398887529437502011-09-20T20:26:00.002+08:002011-09-20T20:26:32.827+08:00I have just joined the secret admirers game held by my residence hall. It is fun doing things and garnering my imaginations to create things of happiness. And it is also pure bliss as i got lovely notes from my SA too... With lovely mini letters and sweetest quotes... He has put in quite a lot of effort i guess.. it is fun to explore this expects of university life.<br /><br /><br />the admirer bows,<br />with lovely vows,<br />that sending me the sweetest owls,<br />is a matter of the prettiest 'hows' <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-6933239888752943750?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-91695745089572897252011-09-18T10:52:00.001+08:002011-09-18T10:52:11.064+08:00Hail fell again today... They knocked at my window as they fall... A new way of greeting me in the morning... Every single bump is no flutter... They rapped.. like fallen beads on the pavement... rolled and tumbled down wishing that they would float in mid air... One of my friend comment 'ice droplets from sky'... I wonder whether they are pretty when they touch the ground... or smashed like glass pieces on a stone cold hindrance... or on heads or poor passerby with anxious faces...the gleam of some hail jumping off building cliffs, like peppermint rock sugar thrown from a children's fight... Leaves of the shady trees.. it must be hard for sudden chills and painful jabs rain down the misty lines from above... tearing all the hard woven veins which collects the pure tear droplets from the sky.. a sign of refusal from the sky, saying no.. you shouldn't collect my teardrops let it sink into the roots and bring life to you there... And there you will feel my presence... the sky in the soil...&nbsp; &nbsp; <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-9169574508957289725?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-66231378077163489532011-09-16T13:42:00.000+08:002011-09-16T13:42:35.587+08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8sNCcjkPrM/TnLguKZPU4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/Zm0QytlnP0s/s1600/P1010056.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8sNCcjkPrM/TnLguKZPU4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/Zm0QytlnP0s/s320/P1010056.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5a3AiLtTeX4/TnLgyV9azvI/AAAAAAAAAg0/A9MViLcxVsA/s1600/P1010015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5a3AiLtTeX4/TnLgyV9azvI/AAAAAAAAAg0/A9MViLcxVsA/s320/P1010015.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SezuNKiY_fE/TnLg1kxR8fI/AAAAAAAAAg4/1V_mbHWjxAU/s1600/P1010019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SezuNKiY_fE/TnLg1kxR8fI/AAAAAAAAAg4/1V_mbHWjxAU/s320/P1010019.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GPP2HhqcF1k/TnLg-VdvbaI/AAAAAAAAAg8/OgWKh6AVV6I/s1600/P1010070.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GPP2HhqcF1k/TnLg-VdvbaI/AAAAAAAAAg8/OgWKh6AVV6I/s320/P1010070.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>Yeap, because humans are meant to be 'down to earth'...lolzzz... peek in through the imaginary birds' eye...<br />view... liliput's rainbow footprints all over the bluish garden patch...^^<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-6623137807716348953?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-86370125668036256682011-09-15T08:57:00.002+08:002011-09-15T08:57:32.749+08:00Much is learned:<br /><br /><br />to lead the right way - individuals who do not know how to cultivate willingness to learn.<br /><br />to encourage - individuals who are willing to learn but have yet to achieve the goals<br /><br />to instill awareness - inviduals who are not willing to learn (as they do not have a purpose to trigger their willingness)<br /><br />to enhance and instill humbleness - individuls who have achieve competence but have yet to learn the true meaning of their own willingness to learn and not taking for granted of the positive situation that they are in.<br /><br />to nurture and cultivate higher levels of development - individuals who have realised the true meaning of learning and are willing to learn (these are people who can have the impact on the three other categories of people mentioned earlier)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-8637012566803625668?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-35921707874730268382011-09-11T18:23:00.000+08:002011-09-11T18:23:23.789+08:00Not a very convincing opening ceremony... Now i know what fans of the rugby team of their country will do... Screaming all along the road... but their painted faces were rather cool... Experienced the feeling of being squashed in the crowd... serious damage to my poor tummy... lolzz... <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CmK38DIYQ5c/TmyI8AOcjEI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/_5Jf5TjeJ3Q/s1600/P1010002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" nba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CmK38DIYQ5c/TmyI8AOcjEI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/_5Jf5TjeJ3Q/s320/P1010002.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ONqHaIwFYnE/TmyJC00RLSI/AAAAAAAAAgU/D4awrcf4hyU/s1600/P1010006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" nba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ONqHaIwFYnE/TmyJC00RLSI/AAAAAAAAAgU/D4awrcf4hyU/s320/P1010006.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5HGWhZT4obI/TmyJHl3mDcI/AAAAAAAAAgY/Qk4L4IMDZqg/s1600/P1010010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"></div>but, yea... major event in this country with magnificant fireworks display at night...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-3592170787473026838?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-3243239311620716582011-09-06T08:17:00.000+08:002011-09-06T08:17:46.692+08:00Gust of wind,<br />below the rim,<br />forcing the dream,<br />to explode&nbsp;with gleam,<br />filled with stars and moon lit beam...<br />a wishing well under the willow tree grin,<br />offering me a flattering drink...<br />quench the thirst of the&nbsp;spirit so dim...<br />filled me&nbsp;chérie up&nbsp;till the brim...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-324323931162071658?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-91784807915224182772011-09-05T20:12:00.000+08:002011-09-05T20:12:45.222+08:00It is easy for the&nbsp;wings to flutter,<br />the cherries to ripen,<br />the sea to calm,<br />the breeze to cool,<br />the ducks to waddle,<br />but&nbsp; why, not the oars to row?<br /><br />It is easy for birds to sing,<br />the caterpillars to metamorphorsize,<br />the bees to hum,<br />the lions to roar,<br />but why, not the fish to leap?<br /><br />It is easy for people to dream,<br />for people to connect,<br />for people to get comfort,<br />for people to be loved,<br />but not me...?<br /><br />Why is it&nbsp;after so many years,<br />the scenario remains the same,<br />i've tried hard to change,<br />i've sheared tears in silent,<br />i've done everything to avoid,<br />but it is still unavoidable...<br /><br />Why???<br />why is it so hard to protect, to cover, <br />to keep the outrage from tearing the warmth, the comfort&nbsp; which i had once upon a time...<br />it is so hard, so hard for me to express...<br />as&nbsp;I must swallow it,<br />although it is like a cancer,<br />malignant cells spreading...<br />but,<br />i must still swallow it,<br />swallow it whole,<br />a rotten time bomb in my body,<br />a reassuring smile&nbsp;on my face...<br />or is it a deceiving one...?<br />I do not&nbsp;know...<br />because currently,&nbsp;I'm bursting, bursting to tell the untold...<br />yet, the untold will remain, ticking away my life till death comes...<br />tucked in my&nbsp;tinted&nbsp;porcelain form...<br />cracks that i've&nbsp;cemented, cemented&nbsp;it..smoothen, repainted...<br />&nbsp;<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-9178480791522418277?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-17910637593951392412011-09-01T20:09:00.001+08:002011-09-06T08:53:25.897+08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.hawaiimagazine.com/images/content/cirque_du_soleil_Hawaii_October/Duotrapeze2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" nba="true" src="http://www.hawaiimagazine.com/images/content/cirque_du_soleil_Hawaii_October/Duotrapeze2.jpg" width="252" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.sweetslyrics.com/images/img_gal/2174_CirqueDuSoleil.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" nba="true" src="http://www.sweetslyrics.com/images/img_gal/2174_CirqueDuSoleil.gif" width="257" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ro4tA8PStC8/S83zYdlwWNI/AAAAAAAAAHI/4vmjEJPgjzQ/s1600/38037_cirque_du_soleil.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" nba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ro4tA8PStC8/S83zYdlwWNI/AAAAAAAAAHI/4vmjEJPgjzQ/s320/38037_cirque_du_soleil.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOUTWlsgPBE/Sco_ddNc5SI/AAAAAAAABz4/po6PZlia9Bg/s200/saltimbanco.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" nba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOUTWlsgPBE/Sco_ddNc5SI/AAAAAAAABz4/po6PZlia9Bg/s200/saltimbanco.jpeg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://mystudio87.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/cirque-du-soleil-brand.png?w=400&amp;h=268" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" nba="true" src="http://mystudio87.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/cirque-du-soleil-brand.png?w=400&amp;h=268" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://mediaserver.rr.pt/newrr/circo9894ddd8_537x302.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="179" nba="true" src="http://mediaserver.rr.pt/newrr/circo9894ddd8_537x302.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Cool acrobatics, mimes, and dance performance which really captives me... My child in me lives on... it is so fasinating with all the abstract performances and the wonderful effects it created which is fantasy type of life... If i could i would also&nbsp;want to live in there... Life in reality is sometimes tough... So we must always be tougher to cope with it... But when we are tired of it, we need some form of magical place,&nbsp;where you can believe what truly lies&nbsp;in it which you could depend on... it is the safety of dependancy in dreams that makes reality exciting... An irony isn't it?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-1791063759395139241?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-42612107616440636522011-08-30T06:41:00.000+08:002011-08-30T06:41:03.082+08:00I went to Rangitoto Island this recent Sunday. It was a fun experience tramping along the walks towards the peak of Rangitoto, a new born island (formed about a century ago caused by a massive volcanic eruption from the seabed)... The hole island is made up of harden molten volcanic ash as well as the lighter dust which had been spewed into the air during the time of eruption settling on top of it... it was filled with primary forest where shrubs are growing and there were no mosquitoes and pests as the conservation team tries to prevent the wiping out of some bird species that has settled on this island... I planned to go to the island again, as the lava caves are waiting for me to explore them.... And the serenity of the view is just so breathtaking...<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vAuKfZ9Ja5Q/TlwRf1EhFQI/AAAAAAAAAfw/Gok8J4p6nGY/s1600/P1010067.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vAuKfZ9Ja5Q/TlwRf1EhFQI/AAAAAAAAAfw/Gok8J4p6nGY/s320/P1010067.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CKpJD0CuDPE/TlwRi9XLjgI/AAAAAAAAAf0/ynAC4z38a-Y/s1600/P1010070.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CKpJD0CuDPE/TlwRi9XLjgI/AAAAAAAAAf0/ynAC4z38a-Y/s320/P1010070.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4KvvSkrOce4/TlwRmcHwElI/AAAAAAAAAf4/qM1tk1E2QpY/s1600/P1010100.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4KvvSkrOce4/TlwRmcHwElI/AAAAAAAAAf4/qM1tk1E2QpY/s320/P1010100.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5kFk0b4kQjw/TlwUY8KSOaI/AAAAAAAAAf8/JRapM3dPxok/s1600/P1010153.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5kFk0b4kQjw/TlwUY8KSOaI/AAAAAAAAAf8/JRapM3dPxok/s320/P1010153.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pXELhEoUINw/TlwUfvsQG_I/AAAAAAAAAgA/99Uxl1LUdrA/s1600/P1010168.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pXELhEoUINw/TlwUfvsQG_I/AAAAAAAAAgA/99Uxl1LUdrA/s320/P1010168.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-snoI3xM8aBk/TlwUndVyFdI/AAAAAAAAAgE/oL8mAD_Q-p0/s1600/P1010147.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-snoI3xM8aBk/TlwUndVyFdI/AAAAAAAAAgE/oL8mAD_Q-p0/s320/P1010147.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QXI0Fd2HFnw/TlwVJ6owCBI/AAAAAAAAAgI/oATYVcr22Ns/s1600/P1010132.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QXI0Fd2HFnw/TlwVJ6owCBI/AAAAAAAAAgI/oATYVcr22Ns/s320/P1010132.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J_liXLfaO0I/TlwVUFK4VoI/AAAAAAAAAgM/nzZ5K6lPKQo/s1600/P1010155.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J_liXLfaO0I/TlwVUFK4VoI/AAAAAAAAAgM/nzZ5K6lPKQo/s320/P1010155.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br />It would be better next time if there wasn't such a big crowd... It was quite crowdy at the time when we went there... Most of them had gotten the deal on online which also expires on the same day (Ours was also the case..XD) It is fun to pace along the walks without anyone panting behind us and having loud music, shouting, and heavy footsteps which threaten our privacy and quicken our walking pace... Not that enjoyable... but the walk was worth it...the view at the peak was fascinating!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-4261210761644063652?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-65489981428254350702011-08-29T07:47:00.000+08:002011-08-29T07:47:04.542+08:00A canary flew pass a field filled with buttercups... It chirped in delight: "Those are my colours, I must have dropped them every time I pass this field"... It was the first time it had seen anything as golden as those flowery heads nodding in unison&nbsp;to the rhythm of&nbsp;cool spring breeze... Those buttercups were in fact grown overnight by season fairies who came to shoo Mr Frosty&nbsp;and his chilly wind hounds away... The canary decided to fly down, marveling at the wonders that had happened&nbsp;in such a short time span... Priding all the effort to itself... He chirped loudly: my precious petally blossoms, you are my&nbsp;creation, so&nbsp;wave at me every time i fly pass this field, for it&nbsp;was&nbsp;I who had&nbsp;showered your petals&nbsp;with colours from my feathers... The&nbsp; buttercups laughed loudly, waving their leaves even more vigorously because they were laughing so hard that they were nearly uprooted... "my dear little feathery friend..." they sang in a chorus,&nbsp;"It was not you who chime our colours so fine, the season fairies are creators of time, who had sprinkled us with colours of the sunshine as bright as a dime, but you on the other hand, should go and seek the flowers who breathe your line, and&nbsp;indeed their names are called as of yours as&nbsp;their kind..."<br />And so the little canary, bursting with pride, strided the wind with its wings once again... But now&nbsp;it had a purpose instead of the usual monotony of seeking wriggly slugs and fluffy withered greens for its roosting... It flew towards the sun, as he suspect that those flowery heads named after its kind love the sun as much as he does... He flew over some hedges.. and saw....<br />nothing of that kind....<br />there were flowers of other kinds... blue, red... purple, white, crimson, orange...pale yellow...pink... but none which match its feathers...<br />it flew again...passing the graves of a burnt down forest where ashen flowers dropped, but still... no sign of the canary flowers...<br />Then, it went across the maize field... Though the maize were very much similar, they are hard small seeds which wore a yellow coat coating... the canary ate some of&nbsp;them as he was hungry and exhausted, as he&nbsp;had never travelled&nbsp;for such a long distance before, plucking the golden kernels.... He asked&nbsp;one of the maize plants where he could find the so called flowers, the kind who are called after his ancestral lineage... "Ohh, they are always sneaking out from a tumble down hut over the horizon in the east across the little lake which glows emerald starry ripples... but they will not be out until the they hear the calling of spring fairies..."<br />"it's the season of the&nbsp;spring now, isn't it?"&nbsp;Canary asked anxiously...<br />"Yes, indeed, it is... but the spring fairies have not reach the tumble down to blow spells of live to the baby canaries yet, they are as anxious as well, that is why they had tried hard to climb higher so that they could catch the attention of the fairies to attend to their blossoms quickly..."<br />Canary flapped its wings with joy, thanking the maize plant which had so wisely described what he had been looking for the whole week...He saw at once the creeper of greens on a half engulfed roof of the tumble down... sure enough there wasn't any yellow flowers to be seen anywhere on the frail looking plant... it's arms desperately clinging onto the structure with moth - eaten window panes... "How do you do?" asked the canary, "How do you do..." squeaked the creeper... it's baby- ish elements&nbsp;stood out so oddly that it is hard not to notice that it is still an infant... "Are you named after my ancestors the canaries who could fly the wind?"&nbsp;"I guess not...Firstly, we do not eat slugs, we die because of slugs..." It said sadly... I hope the fairies come and blow the tardiness into my arms and toes so that slugs could never harm us even if it&nbsp;cause injuries to&nbsp;our kin... I need&nbsp;my&nbsp;blossoms to&nbsp;bloom fast so that the wind binders&nbsp;like the bees and beetles could spread our kin lineage over a wider area....I'm so impatient now, cause I'm dying.." The Canary bird was alarmed... after all the effort it has made to claim ownership upon the plant kin who&nbsp;carries the same calling as it does... The plant is going to die... The Canary said " Not to worry, I'll sing to sun, to shower you with its brightest glow so that you are able to be energized, and I'll pick worms out for you to keep your toes safe..." And so the canary bird settled in, nesting at a nearby shrub... taking care of the canary plant day after day... days passed, the canary plant&nbsp;grew stronger... little buds with yellow&nbsp;start to grow...<br />And at last,&nbsp;a full blossom of canary yellowish colour was a magnificent sight after a single night... The canary&nbsp;bird shouted in delight,&nbsp;it was happy that the canary plant survived, and as even more astonished by the resemblance of the colour tone of the full blossom... "Thank you so much for you care, the fairies came last night while you were sleeping and blew a strong spell on me... that's why my petals are in full blossom today...And I've asked the fairies whether we are related... The answer is yes perhaps and no perhaps not... We are created at the same time... and because we have the same tardiness and qualities that symbolizes our strength of colours, we were given the name which are exactly the same... There wasn't any one who are the predecessors or the followers, it is just us as who we are, there is no claim over one another in nature, we are in fact all equal with our own strength that shines as bright as the sun which gives us life... you rule the wind, but not the sky, i rule the soil, but not the wind... we are good in our own areas and there is no need to claim that who comes after or before..." &nbsp;The canary was satisfied with the answer, it had made his realise that others share its pride in a different way and that there is no point claiming to be superior over one another as there could never be any comparison, as each is unique, and carries the uniqueness till the end... And so it stayed with the plant till its last breathe... And it's body rest right under the plant's leaves sheltered from rain and shine, surrounded by yellow flower heads with pray for it every time their petals open...<br /><br />(My pen -on which is not that great, but heart warming for me)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Ere the bright star which tends the morning sky,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Hangs o'er the flushing east his diamond eye</span></div>The chaste Tropaeo leaves her secret bed; <br />A saint-like glory trembles round her head; Eight watchful swains along the lawns of night <br />With amorous steps pursue the virgin light; <br />O'er her fair form the electric lustre plays, <br />And cold she moves amid the lambent blaze <br />So shines the glow-fly when the sun retires, <br />And gems the night air with phosphoric fires; <br />Thus o'er the marsh aerial lights betray <br />And charm the unwary wanderer from his way<br /><br />(&nbsp;Poem from In the "Loves of the Plants," by the elder Darwin)<br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-6548998142825435070?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-71083991424200266002011-08-28T21:12:00.000+08:002011-08-28T21:12:15.751+08:00A sweeping hand goes down, scoping the glowing waves... a little sea urchin just beyond the reach... a night so fair, where shooting stars die...&nbsp;with crimson veins skip across the fins... giving way to foams to form just below the chin... and there it flew, the opposite of its group manouevering, across the ring of floating jellyfishes and little shrimps... A yell not heard, fiish couldn't yell... &nbsp; It swims under the emerald coves, and into the briliant coloured sea, winding the&nbsp;wolly woolen wharfs&nbsp;where the stars are dancing doves...&nbsp; <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-7108399142420026600?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-30438998001518131682011-08-21T19:38:00.000+08:002011-08-21T19:38:51.840+08:00Wish that David Archuleta is here to hold a concert... I wonder why he never did any concert here...But it's a good thing he likes Asian countries... Hope to see him more... Love the way he sings...<br />It always feels so nice to hear him singing "My kind of perfect"... Compared to Owl City, I love his songs more... Because he is always the best male singer&nbsp;in my heart,,,<br />I hope that things are catching up according to&nbsp;the pace...i do not want to be left behind...<br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-3043899800151813168?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-12179241632500675772011-08-21T10:41:00.000+08:002011-08-21T10:41:02.300+08:00The bitterness of chilling mornings have all gone today... I could open my eyes widely... staring into the clear blue sky... The wind is still howling, but I know that&nbsp;fairies of cheerful&nbsp;spring are planting their flower blossoms nearby... Those buds are just waiting for their time to burst, releasing&nbsp;meteour showers of&nbsp;laughter and&nbsp;gee...<br />I saw a seagull soaring high above the buildings, for&nbsp;whatever reason... I do not know... it flaps and somersaults in the air, laughing at the wind which could not possibly pull it&nbsp;down... No wonder&nbsp;the wind&nbsp;scratches at the trees, tearing bits of&nbsp;the remaining withered leaves off their twigs...feeling a little frustrated perhaps... &nbsp;the wind&nbsp;could never control the wings, as not, the wings, in control of the sky... there is the sky which have no control over its bluish - ness... &nbsp;&nbsp;<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-1217924163250067577?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-11001090404397019262011-08-15T14:55:00.000+08:002011-08-15T14:55:54.341+08:00The wind howled loudly...<br />It tried to rip the leaf - ripped twigs...<br />It tried&nbsp;to sweep&nbsp;open flower pods (to sprinkle some tang of winter gust)...<br />My coat wrapped around me... though the howler couldn get me...<br />My heart was as cold as the crystal ice ball...<br />My cracks frozen in there... patiently waiting for spring to tickle in...<br />Evening stars hidden among the snowy ash cloud...<br />Enlightening it, a veil of multicoloured rainbow...<br />Engulfing the dullness, shoo-ing it away...<br />Escaping the nets of hanging rain cloud...the iced teardrops fluttered to the ground...<br /><br />It is a wonder, a pure downpour of iced teardrops from the sky as it shivered from the howler...<br />It cried in fear, as the warmth of the flaring golden silk ball could not be reached...<br />The sneaky&nbsp;cloudy nets had trapped it beyond reach...<br />Thus the sky cried for the first time in&nbsp; years...<br />In which people stared&nbsp;pointing to the sky&nbsp;with awe, screaming: "It is snowing!!!"<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OhaRUanERzU/TkjCxSdZt0I/AAAAAAAAAfo/8q7CI0x7fYQ/s1600/15082011649.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OhaRUanERzU/TkjCxSdZt0I/AAAAAAAAAfo/8q7CI0x7fYQ/s320/15082011649.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--AK1illkniU/TkjC2Bo0a2I/AAAAAAAAAfs/LeGV9RoVk2c/s1600/15082011648.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" naa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--AK1illkniU/TkjC2Bo0a2I/AAAAAAAAAfs/LeGV9RoVk2c/s320/15082011648.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-1100109040439701926?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-40285417837370864092011-08-14T15:01:00.000+08:002011-08-14T15:01:39.543+08:00And so I have mentioned about me going to Owl City's concert... It was epic!!! And the best part was... I got to stand quite close to the stage... It was the nearest i could ever get to such a famed person... I love his style and his way of enjoying his own music... It was a sea of estasy...&nbsp; Here are some of the photos, i've captured...This was the best concert i've ever been to in NZ...!!!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FIBURKovwzQ/Tkdwh_pMFrI/AAAAAAAAAfI/2ojSCc7KzT8/s1600/P1010053.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FIBURKovwzQ/Tkdwh_pMFrI/AAAAAAAAAfI/2ojSCc7KzT8/s320/P1010053.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vMynCT-D9vc/TkdwpCmy1nI/AAAAAAAAAfM/3Mm6O1caqM4/s1600/P1010056.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vMynCT-D9vc/TkdwpCmy1nI/AAAAAAAAAfM/3Mm6O1caqM4/s320/P1010056.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_WTHzdp3AL8/Tkdw0okZYgI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/ohd_y0Kst60/s1600/P1010062.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_WTHzdp3AL8/Tkdw0okZYgI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/ohd_y0Kst60/s320/P1010062.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7LhGLLeUWY/Tkdw7fLMJEI/AAAAAAAAAfU/VnwTy6Y740o/s1600/P1010060.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7LhGLLeUWY/Tkdw7fLMJEI/AAAAAAAAAfU/VnwTy6Y740o/s320/P1010060.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7fztWGL9Eg/TkdxCNnil3I/AAAAAAAAAfY/4iGk0DxuZd8/s1600/P1010078.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7fztWGL9Eg/TkdxCNnil3I/AAAAAAAAAfY/4iGk0DxuZd8/s320/P1010078.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8T49k4zLYuo/TkdxJt7H5hI/AAAAAAAAAfc/YcdD5sGxjDQ/s1600/P1010068.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" naa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8T49k4zLYuo/TkdxJt7H5hI/AAAAAAAAAfc/YcdD5sGxjDQ/s320/P1010068.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RDY5i5jGQYc/TkdxQDReL5I/AAAAAAAAAfg/9hDMNSln65E/s1600/P1010014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RDY5i5jGQYc/TkdxQDReL5I/AAAAAAAAAfg/9hDMNSln65E/s320/P1010014.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;You may wonder who this pretty lady is... She is the female singer who had sung in some of Owl Citys songs such as the Saltwater Room and the Yacht Club -&nbsp;Light (Real name, if i did not misheard was Bradeline)... Correct me if I was wrong...<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lkjilT-dcX4/TkdxX_2C3lI/AAAAAAAAAfk/u2pSH-PDh3w/s1600/P1010031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lkjilT-dcX4/TkdxX_2C3lI/AAAAAAAAAfk/u2pSH-PDh3w/s320/P1010031.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is a NZ local band - Alaska... Their songs weren't too bad...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-4028541783737086409?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-54153836276287278072011-08-12T12:56:00.001+08:002011-08-12T13:15:25.684+08:00It is such a wonderful feeling...In less than a few hours time, I'm going to see Adam!!!! Maybe this isn't something to shout about for other people because they have been to his concerts before.. But for me, it is worth a life time experience&nbsp;of his concert... Hmmm, as far as I could re-call he never did any concerts in my home country...None of that I had known of... Even if he had done it before it is usually in the capital city.. no where near the outskirts of town... This maybe be my only chance to see him singing live for the first time ever... I do not regret anything as long as I get to hear his lovely songs live... It is just so different here, there are no huge stirs or advertisements about his arrival (I wonder why)... No blow up posters... Most (of whom i have met) do not even know who is he... I am so so sad.. He is such a good singer.. I guess nowadays, most people toward to songs which contain more deviant elements?? Some couldn't stand his songs... I couldn imagine why they had not fallen in love with all his songs... They are so beautifully written... How I wish he could at least reply to my blog post for once...I would be contented... There is&nbsp;some sort&nbsp;of a crazy fan emotions going on now... but it is kind of a intellectual connection i would say.... He is so original (and so is David Archie) and&nbsp;has a personality&nbsp; so similar that&nbsp;I could feel&nbsp;a kind of a weird friendship&nbsp;connection there... (Although he knows not who I am)&nbsp;&nbsp;lolzzz... Love his blog entries... they are so beautifully written.. They always give me a sense of pleasure, a reminder that life&nbsp;can be as beautiful if we dare to dream it...&nbsp; (but not blindly fantasizing) he&nbsp;weaves for me a fantasy to escape from reality sometimes.. to&nbsp;imagine the dreams he dreams... a little delight grow as&nbsp;I read&nbsp;fragements of what he is thinking... His imagination is so wonderful... Eagerly looking forward to it...^^ &nbsp;He is a singer&nbsp;I could connect to... As well as David Archie (of course!!)... Both of them dare to sing their dreams in the midst of other mainstream music which comes and goes...<br /><br /><dl><dd><i>I hope you enjoy my art as much as I enjoyed creating it. If by chance you ever feel as though you’ve come to know these songs, please consider yourself a friend because in a manner of speaking, you know me. This music is my heart and soul. This is who I am.</i></dd><dd>(Adam R. Young, 2006) </dd></dl><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-5415383627628727807?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-55790540106707806712011-08-10T13:03:00.000+08:002011-08-10T13:03:19.760+08:00Ever since I enroll in Psychology paper, there is never a day which passes with just the monotonity of crammed information and usual lecture presentation... It is especially true in psych labs... The experience that the tutor give is epic, in terms of student interactions as well as activities done... It is all about mind games which at the and of it gives each individual a better reflection of self... Today's lab session was especially interesting... Mind games... The art of winning in everyday situation... Most of us tend to be so engaged in the sense of competitiveness that they fail to see what real winning is... Everyone is a winner when we follow our sense of righteousness... I felt it, though I had played a similar mind game before... But it was fun... It was fun to know myself, and that faith that my elements and principles have not changed with the change of environment... that would be too fickle... A stronger self is made up of a whole lot of good substance in terms of resilience and resistance... Follow what is right which does not give short - term&nbsp;sense of achievement&nbsp;by sacrificing others... It would give our conscience a long term pang of guilt, that would&nbsp;last an entire life...&nbsp;The&nbsp;feeling of winning is good, but the process behind it determines whether you are really feeling good about winning or it is just&nbsp;at a superficial and shallow level...<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Cool stuff. I search for the videos&nbsp;that my tutor showed us.. they are unbelievable...I guess mankind aren't as noble as they think after all... Click on this link and u will get a jest of what&nbsp;I am talking about... the girl who wins did not really win at all because she won it by contradicting her own consciousness... using that money would not have felt as good as getting it through the righteous way.<object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/p3Uos2fzIJ0/0.jpg"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p3Uos2fzIJ0&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p3Uos2fzIJ0&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-5579054010670780671?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-20802180414927324162011-08-09T19:32:00.000+08:002011-08-09T19:32:18.712+08:00Oh gosh, he is coming here!!! I couldn't believe it... it is gona be epic, I hope to grab a ticket for that!<br />All the wordings and lyrics he wrote are beautiful... Perfectly beautiful... Dream on, dreaming.. i hope i could overcome my dilemma of my financial means and see him performing... Love Owl City!!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-2080218041492732416?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-82686893818528867262011-07-30T12:22:00.000+08:002011-07-30T12:22:42.124+08:00The weather forecast predicted snow... But i personally feel that it would not happen... sure enough, there aren't any snow flakes falling any where near where i live... Some said it snowed at the peak of the&nbsp;skytower here... I doubt it... But i wonder, if it were to snow at the tip of the tower, the scene would be a very cute one... Imagine little feathery icy fluffs, drizzling down the upside down cone pillar... it makes me feel like eating muffins with snowy icing sugar peaks... It just keep on snowing at that part, like a puff of cloud hanging over magically over the tip... making its own little white&nbsp;winter where no one can reach...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-8268689381852886726?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-193031504374885542011-07-22T19:18:00.000+08:002011-07-22T19:18:47.655+08:00Tired and sick... I'm just going to be myself and only be myself for myself... Not going to be any laughing stock any more, or any bean bags to be punched at.... My message to myself, stay strong, you have been through this many times, it is painful, but scars always heal, they always do... I am grateful to still have my home, the pillars who support me are always there and will never change despite anything... Maybe there is a limit to everything... the limit is passed... I have flaws but it does mean that i have feelings too...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-19303150437488554?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-30616876712376605282011-07-20T20:53:00.000+08:002011-07-20T20:53:17.539+08:00It was a good start of yet another mass lecture...What i witnessed today was the first one that i had ever&nbsp;experienced - too many students were waiting for the lecture hall to empty, blocking the entrance of the exits which are connected to other lecture theatres... A smartly dressed security guard - like personnel had requested the students to move out of the way... i seriously thought that if the situations wasn't as controlled as today's, and the students were the impatient and cut-queueing lots, there might be a stampede every time a lecture begins or ends...<br />The one hour lecture was fun as the lecturer had not confined her explanation to the text book. She had even organised real life examples which involves some of the students who are present in the lecture hall... Some of the student volunteers were quite uncomfortable as there were at least five hundred pair of eyes staring back at them and examining them from top to bottom so as to complete the task of analysizing and judging someone by their appearances...<br />Before the lecture, i actually got lost trying to locate the room where laboratory manuals are solded... It is an irony that the grumble of having&nbsp;a small school compound&nbsp;during&nbsp;high school years now&nbsp;swifted into the&nbsp;complain that the university is too big and has lots of&nbsp; complicated building structure... there was a building where i can only access level 1 and 2 through one entrance&nbsp;and its 3rd and 4th level&nbsp;through another... weird one as those levels couldn not be accessed by any doors in that building...<br />Winter seemed like summer here and this weather makes my studying a smooth process as i do not feel tired...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-3061687671237660528?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-24924562222291067762011-07-19T21:24:00.000+08:002011-07-19T21:24:21.687+08:00Watching the final Harry Potter movie.. An exciting finale of the piece of childhood memory that i kept clinging on to it... Friends posted that it is over now... I realised that we have grown much, and the last bit of child in us ends with the destruction of the last 'horcrux'... and the dispersion of Voldermort into ashes or some form of translucent ashes... I cheered for the triumph of Harry Potter, but sadly enough, i couldn't let him go... The storyline is blurred now, weighed down by academic writings, the once running wild imaginations now switched to constant critical thinking mode, the joy of reading the wonderful narrations now become nuetral stares and glances at lengthy journals....<br />Where the child is now in me? Only in the screen i found the child in me running freely twirling wands at leaves which turn to tiny flying wings...<br />It is lost, i ouldn feel it in my heart anymore, it is lost in the forest of growing up... ocassionally peeking from thick mass of bushes and twisted tree trunks...<br />The forest keeps growing, the frequency of seeing the child lessens now...<br />Where is she? Lost in the woods...<br />Playing with herself, till the older one comes and guide her out and fills her tummy with dinner...in that case where she will grow, and there are no children left in the woods... Except Peter Pan who escapes growing up...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-2492456222229106776?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-20931019011656693122011-07-15T08:08:00.000+08:002011-07-15T08:08:10.166+08:00The New Semester is going to start in a few days' time... I took time to clean my room and clear my notice board... It looked so empty and dull that i started to fidget with my coloured papers... I was thinking about making some presentable decorations but then i ended up doing this...<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oMSRCZ0AfNQ/Th98Z-AcSFI/AAAAAAAAAeA/hLrO8N3GuTU/s1600/15072011560.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oMSRCZ0AfNQ/Th98Z-AcSFI/AAAAAAAAAeA/hLrO8N3GuTU/s320/15072011560.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Guess what. i wrote down the places that i'm looking forward to visit for the coming holidays and the other holidays to come... Hahaha... Well, i couldn't help it, New Zealand is a very beautiful country with picturesque&nbsp;views.... How i love the nature walks here... I have been exploring the North Island but not the South yet... So my next mission - South Island tour...I hope to do it this August break... It is so much fun to go around and take a peek in creeks and ponds even at home, and now i get to see penguins, seals, sealions, whales and&nbsp;dolphins over here... this is so cool... During one of my recent trips with some kiwiasians, I get to know about a typical joke that they have made about Asians: What do Asian girls love to take? Well, the answer is photos! Tons of them, and i have to agree with them partially, because i take fewer self- orientated shots now, but loads of scenic views in New Zealand... The views are just so awesome... </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Oh ya, and a little update about my current life... I've just enjoyed two trips in the North Island - back to back... had a slight fever after that and now although i'm still recuperating from it with a slightly bad cough, i truly feel that my holidays did not go to waste..hehehe... gulp down loads of ice creams (Hokey Pokey!!!) and loads of baking lessons from Theva and going to&nbsp;Zumba classes make&nbsp; my everyday life eventful... Newcomers are&nbsp;arriving at&nbsp;my residential area... Looking forward to meet&nbsp;them, and Re-O week is starting... all these new events&nbsp;make me super excited... And yea, i got to enroll in a Psychology paper&nbsp;as my elective... Love it and looking forward to the lectures althoug it is a bit heavy...I guess my schedule would be very very packed this semester that i start to wonder whether my blog will be dead for this semester? oh well, i'll see how it goes... Some of the photos..^^</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ib6hDdruqPA/Th-CE3mPtuI/AAAAAAAAAeM/hMFxcH9a3gM/s1600/100.3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ib6hDdruqPA/Th-CE3mPtuI/AAAAAAAAAeM/hMFxcH9a3gM/s320/100.3.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eiPipkPyrIA/Th-CNdaJBvI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/Ql3T_m1Bgx0/s1600/P1010327.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eiPipkPyrIA/Th-CNdaJBvI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/Ql3T_m1Bgx0/s320/P1010327.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MjB1Ted6KS8/Th-CWAwfEEI/AAAAAAAAAeU/geTgXxLX7Cw/s1600/P1010339.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">Next was the ski trip with a Uni Club. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j6ElXwzCWcs/Th-EcJx6MWI/AAAAAAAAAe4/3hAiB_nHozk/s1600/20.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j6ElXwzCWcs/Th-EcJx6MWI/AAAAAAAAAe4/3hAiB_nHozk/s320/20.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qf7LRpgLHjU/Th-EhE1SzUI/AAAAAAAAAe8/ij7cH-Nv9bM/s1600/1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qf7LRpgLHjU/Th-EhE1SzUI/AAAAAAAAAe8/ij7cH-Nv9bM/s320/1.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TJdnCcZH5Dg/Th-EozG5mkI/AAAAAAAAAfA/uwiZFzMX5YQ/s1600/31.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TJdnCcZH5Dg/Th-EozG5mkI/AAAAAAAAAfA/uwiZFzMX5YQ/s320/31.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--PdSt7DgLG8/Th-EubHlMdI/AAAAAAAAAfE/JHgraBRh0RE/s1600/36.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--PdSt7DgLG8/Th-EubHlMdI/AAAAAAAAAfE/JHgraBRh0RE/s320/36.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-2093101901165669312?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-36283428175308440882011-07-13T21:20:00.000+08:002011-07-13T21:20:19.784+08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://icons-ecast.wunderground.com/data/wximagenew/s/stevoss/5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="174" m$="true" src="http://icons-ecast.wunderground.com/data/wximagenew/s/stevoss/5.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/1/1d/Red_and_green_aurora.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="238" m$="true" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/1/1d/Red_and_green_aurora.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.worldart.com.au/images/aurora-borealis-northern-lights-natural-wonder-ala1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" m$="true" src="http://www.worldart.com.au/images/aurora-borealis-northern-lights-natural-wonder-ala1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://files.sharenator.com/Aurora_RE_Northern_lights-s2560x1600-55604.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" m$="true" src="http://files.sharenator.com/Aurora_RE_Northern_lights-s2560x1600-55604.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.industriadelturismo.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/Aurora-Boreale-10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" m$="true" src="http://www.industriadelturismo.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/Aurora-Boreale-10.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fPl-P6VGMnM/Th2bhZoe_uI/AAAAAAAAAd8/xYeBoT1h6XM/s1600/64414_Papel-de-Parede-Aurora-Boreal_1024x768.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fPl-P6VGMnM/Th2bhZoe_uI/AAAAAAAAAd8/xYeBoT1h6XM/s320/64414_Papel-de-Parede-Aurora-Boreal_1024x768.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Silent blows across the bridge... No howling winds clawing at the window panes... No footsteps along the corridor... The night sleeps so silently today... There, in me a yearning spur... to gaze at a&nbsp; night sky bursting with twinkling stars bright&nbsp;and dim, big&nbsp;and tiny, in the distant... to gaze and marvel at the aurora&nbsp;with tones of red shadings&nbsp;dancing from&nbsp;electric red to glowing purple and&nbsp;turquoise, crimson&nbsp;to&nbsp;burgundy... in the icy veils of midnight galaxy...&nbsp;&nbsp;waves lapping on the shore, the rhythm of the sea in the far distant... me, laying on soft shadows of the meadow... sniffing the grassy smell while staring&nbsp;at the spectacular wonder above the open space....&nbsp;<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-3628342817530844088?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-40999821636590894882011-06-23T11:08:00.000+08:002011-06-23T11:08:56.000+08:00Cooking is fun when we are in the kitchen with friends and some other people whom we feel comfortable with.. Awkwardness comes when people who do not feel awkward about publicizing&nbsp;their, ermmm, certain actions&nbsp;come in... Though they acknowledge our existence there, and are actually quite friendly, but, ermmm, made me feel very awkward... I've just realised that I'm using so many 'awkwards' in my first two sentences so you might guess how uneasy i was at that time...<br />A&nbsp;couple i assumed were being a little to intimate openly to an outsider, i know they do not feel awkward but i do actually, with all the squeals they made and kissing and being touchy&nbsp;touchy... i didn't know what to do actually except to stare at my half - cooked vegetables in the pan wishing hard that they are cooked at that moment... I know the girl, we smiled often to each other... but this was the first time i've ever seen her partner... he is kind of friendly offering the filtering net as i was draining water from my noodles... but, i feel a lump in my throat as he was constantly acting so intimately... it's not the silent type of lovey dovey hugging and kissing, but the sensual type..i do not know how to describe it anymore and i do not want to as this post would become&nbsp;an adult content post....<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J26Wzm_HiuQ/TccM9zWOrCI/AAAAAAAAAHg/hZO7dXZtRxk/s1600/amtitle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J26Wzm_HiuQ/TccM9zWOrCI/AAAAAAAAAHg/hZO7dXZtRxk/s320/amtitle.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>But the situation was disturbing... very disturbing... that is why i have to write&nbsp;this post... the awkwardness actually made me feel like laughing out loud (I always feel like laughing when i'm in an uneasy situation, a weird habit of mine actually)... Thank god theva was there, i could control myself from standing there like a statue trying to block out whatever they were doing or the sounds&nbsp;they are making just beside me... I couldn't concentrate on my cooking.... Theva keep me busy by having conversations now and then... She feels awkward too... We were stuck there, staring at each others food on the stove... and staring blankly at each other...&nbsp;starting a conversation was also hard as the couple was loud... uhuh...&nbsp;I will surely take my half -cooked food&nbsp;back to my floor to continue cooking there if ever those two come in to do their meals.... i&nbsp;couldn't bear the conditions which makes the&nbsp;kitchen stiffen...&nbsp;My top two reasons of&nbsp;avoidance...firstly, not wanting to embarrass myself by laughing out and secondly, offending them as they really do no harm... just that, it was very disturbing indeed... other than that, cooking is still fun...lolzzz..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-4099982163659089488?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-90996289586916301422011-06-23T10:38:00.000+08:002011-06-23T10:38:16.721+08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2SXZBjYqMvQ/TgKmIZQGUDI/AAAAAAAAAd0/tOr3BU4wodU/s1600/5614916256_e01ac2b7a2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2SXZBjYqMvQ/TgKmIZQGUDI/AAAAAAAAAd0/tOr3BU4wodU/s320/5614916256_e01ac2b7a2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Have been cravings for this...i took it from where i shouted for my cravings for it in facebook to my post now.... My grandma used to make it when i was young... After she passed away, my dear cousin inherit the skill&nbsp;of doing it from her... The last time i've tasted it was when i was doing my foundations level... My cousin did it out of fun as she loves cooking... But now i think&nbsp;her hands are too&nbsp;full from taking care&nbsp;of her new born and her elder child...&nbsp;&nbsp;I'll try doing it one day...&nbsp;I must definitely learn it from her....^^<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-9099628958691630142?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-63465457048184576882011-06-22T20:23:00.002+08:002011-06-23T10:39:10.943+08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jQQ4DEWScrM/TgKnPcYKzTI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qw3Vc-InWIU/s1600/s_xx_11_updated_by_scarabuss.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jQQ4DEWScrM/TgKnPcYKzTI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qw3Vc-InWIU/s320/s_xx_11_updated_by_scarabuss.jpg" width="247" /></a></div>My lungs expand and shrink as inhalation and exhalation took place... I wish&nbsp;I could see wasps of vapours coming out from my mouth but couldn't.... It is one good day, with a nice weather...with&nbsp;beetles crawling around the roots of the tree... Massive burst of life in the micronesia... the swing, it was still there... with&nbsp; the cheery blossom wood suspended between two tendrils of the wildest gigantic orchid plant... I throw myself on it... it feels nice though soft tufts of moss had begin to carpet it... A perfect cushion... soft and comforting... with a little dampness sprinkling all over my skirt... I lift my feet into the air... the swing moved... rocking me gently to the ringing of bluebells across the fields where the wind plays hide and seek... Higher and higher.. i go... my face brushed by pale yellow leaves... the smell of them, freshness within... them smelled of greenery, vast greenish scent... I saw among&nbsp; a few bare twigs... the glaring shine upon the bluish mountain... far ahead... across thirty rivers and streams... it shivers and glimmers under the scorching sun.... down i go again... the butterflies flutter beneath me... i couldn't get down for the fear of damaging their fragile fairy wings... i go further down... toadstools underneath bursting with pockets of spores... the fallen leaves... covering the solid ground so deep i dare not step down for the fear of falling through the heap of leaves... hundred&nbsp;metres high..piled on the solid&nbsp;ground..deep deep below... I continue swinging... the moss seem to grow wider... it's forming a cushion sofa... in which my body fits... as it couldn't grow on me... it grew around me... i continue swinging, goodness knows how long I'll be swinging... till spring comes and the leaves break down into humus, and the grow re-surface with countless seeds of&nbsp;the next generation of plant life....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-6346545704818457688?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-46791517820444298702011-06-21T05:39:00.001+08:002011-06-21T05:41:21.147+08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2dX3j6GwWWY/Tf--bjt-hOI/AAAAAAAAAdY/tOZWxO5QvHQ/s1600/P1010690.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2dX3j6GwWWY/Tf--bjt-hOI/AAAAAAAAAdY/tOZWxO5QvHQ/s320/P1010690.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>I'm trying to think about a topic to write in my post, but i seem to be at lost about what I'm going to write... So this one will be a totally random one...<br />Nights walking on the streets... I love walking along the walkways at night.. No many will be up and around except on Saturdays when quite a number of them go clubbing... I love walking on the roads with the companion of the wind... silently whispering its presence... Sometimes it rains, rain drops tinier than the end of a needle... it looks like dust flying down from the sky...I wish they were snow... They dropped on my shoulders, on my windbreaker sweater... one drop is not enough to wet the spot it settled on... it settles so ever lightly... traffic lights at the junctions&nbsp;are almost deserted at around 8pm... not many vehicles are on the road&nbsp;at that time... the night looks darker during the winter as if it was 10 pm as the sun settles&nbsp;earlier every evening... The dim light at&nbsp; Grafton Bridge, promise a hint of security...&nbsp;A place beside it looks sorrowfully beautiful, with red dripping leaves hanging from its trunk, looking over the last&nbsp;resting place of souls, like a guardian... there are many of these guardians... It is not about spooky incidents, it looks like a memorial site, sleeping so quietly beside the road with the bridge over looking it... There are no fears, no trauma, no terrifying feelings... No bats, no spooks, no black crows to remind about scary stuff... It&nbsp;just stay put at where it was, lullabying&nbsp;the resting residents within the soil... I remembered the first week of orientation,&nbsp;i&nbsp;had participated in a scavenger hunt organised by my residence hall... One of the task that was assigned from us was to find the tombstone with a person's name carved on it in the&nbsp;little place where&nbsp;Grafton&nbsp;bridge overlooks... It&nbsp;was pretty cool as it doesn't look mournful at all... but, i was sorry for it on that day, as there are so many of us making&nbsp;stampedes&nbsp;on its grounds... Hmm, i wonder why there is always a cemetery nearby the place i am at... Maybe it was to remind me that&nbsp;being alive is good, but death is not that scary when you&nbsp;are going to meet it many years from now... The end is&nbsp;not always bad... When you have faith in god that everything would be alright,&nbsp;death is not scary... But I'm also constantly&nbsp;being reminded that being alive means more chances of doing good, throwing one's life away because of a small obstacle is not a way to escape from it... it'll haunt you even when you are dead... Death comes naturally.. when the time is up it'll come, we do not need to rush ourselves towards it... Cherish our lives, cherish our souls.... make use of our precious souls to help others from sufferings is the best ever way to brighten the world...^^<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-4679151782044429870?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-88316739070568140712011-06-19T15:52:00.000+08:002011-06-19T15:52:46.507+08:00Kitty and I made pancakes today... I wasn't really into doughs and flour food, but i gave it a try... It was fun... I couldn't upload the photos yet because all those are in her camera... Thanks to her, i have with me now a slight interest in dough-baked goodies... I was a little clumsy though in shaping the pancakes but they turn out just fine... We&nbsp;gobble&nbsp;them up in no time, it's a pity that i have only 2 eggs to spare for the pancakes, if it wasn't for that, we could have make at least a dozen of those and share around...&nbsp;I'm looking forward to the next&nbsp;session of frying or baking something which is made from dough...&nbsp;Something like&nbsp;onion fritters or other types of fritters.... &nbsp;Though the oil-over - fire&nbsp;is still quite scary sometimes, i've been handling it well since i started cooking here... not bad for a newbie, at least i know that i wouldn starve to death next time when i live apart from home... but mum's cooking is always the best... miss her dishes and soups&nbsp;so much...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-8831673907056814071?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-22523642800540472132011-06-18T06:46:00.000+08:002011-06-18T06:46:20.843+08:00Snugged under my blanket...<br />I woke up quite late today...lazing in my bed with no urge to get up...<br />the corridor was silent except an occasional clatter of plates and the closing of room doors coming from the kitchen nearby and my floor mates whom i assumed had finished their exams...<br />It was still cold today but not as cold as the previous few days...<br />the whole floor is a sleepy hollow...<br />sometimes i feel like isolating myself...<br />it's great to be with myself...<br />doing all the things that I have wanted to do...<br />thinking back and reflecting what i have done...<br />There is a great deals of things that i have wanted to do in my life, some must be with friends...<br />sharing the joy and fun of togetherness...<br />some must be done alone...<br />the advantage to reflect on my own self...<br />I've&nbsp;always reflected on myself nowadays...<br />It's a routine now...<br />as times pass by, it helps growth...<br />I like the life here...<br />it helps personal growth and independence...<br />Seems that now&nbsp;the time has come for me to grow&nbsp;up...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-2252364280054047213?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-87612458248273188282011-06-17T19:38:00.000+08:002011-06-17T19:38:57.528+08:00You shouldn't have chatted with me...<br />I miss you badly now...<br />i hate that feeling, because it may mean that,<br />I'll hurt myself again...<br />I'm always am doing this...<br />that's how I am...<br />falling over minor stuff that aren't even certain...<br />Maybe that's illusion... I'm just coaxing myself...<br />maybe you're not waiting for me...<br />come to think about it...maybe you did it for her...<br />not because you are curious, just because you are reminded to...<br /><br />I'm wondering whether humans can be free of such feelings...<br />If we can be liberationalized from these i prefer to have none of this...<br />It's horrible...<br />Life would be so much easier and simpler....<br />I'll never really get what i really wanted...<br />that's me...<br />it's always beyond reach,<br />and i scarred my self to get it...<br />ending up bleeding profusely...<br />licking my own sores...<br />picking myself up, delusioning myself again and again...<br />I'm screaming here, but you will never be here...<br />cause you never know there&nbsp;is&nbsp;a here...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-8761245824827318828?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-74088986167098429682011-06-17T05:39:00.000+08:002011-06-17T05:39:36.749+08:00Actually, it wasn't lovely untill your message popped out saying "Hi"<br />It was a freezing night... nothing much to do except flipping through webpages...<br />and you came...<br />It was nice...<br />i couldn't really tell how excited i got when u're making an effort to contact me...<br />I thought that it's fading away silently...<br />that feeling...<br />and i will,&nbsp;cross oceans&nbsp;once again...<br />to find a stranger's smile...<br />we'll never be as close again...<br />&nbsp;but that night, on that particular night a few days ago...<br />you reminded me of how i felt about you...<br />maybe it is just a friendly gesture,<br />but it ignites the amber that is turning cold...<br />i hope it would continue sparkling, as i no longer have the drive to keep things up for long,<br />as i feel that nothing is permanent except to move along...<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XeIaGTw_TU4/Tfp3btqLWuI/AAAAAAAAAdU/oPSzAghHk2k/s1600/P1010097.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XeIaGTw_TU4/Tfp3btqLWuI/AAAAAAAAAdU/oPSzAghHk2k/s320/P1010097.JPG" t8="true" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>winter would be long this time... will&nbsp;you be that long too?<br />it's a draggy one out there...<br />my soul can no longer bear the weight of waiting so silently....so ever silently... as the old cracks are so hauntingly crumbling, not because of old cracks, but the presence of new roots taking over... and i hope these new roots wouldn't break it further...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-7408898616709842968?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-21505263146225326812011-06-14T18:46:00.000+08:002011-06-14T18:46:41.587+08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Winter is here... It's chilly yet assuring... that the best moments will come with&nbsp;the feathers that&nbsp;had&nbsp;freezed in the lake...&nbsp;Like a mirror of reflection, the feather a frozen ripple...&nbsp;My steps taken forward by the swirls of ice cold kisses from the wind... What i've felt during this winter...it is great to look&nbsp;forward to what that&nbsp;has been prepared in the front, in the next upcoming&nbsp;season... My heart waits&nbsp;unsurely for something that could give it joy.... A soothing&nbsp;pat&nbsp;of peace and calmness...&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RxWqcCUePgE/Tfc31sPKcmI/AAAAAAAAAcs/jSrkcK9VxUQ/s1600/P1010079.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RxWqcCUePgE/Tfc31sPKcmI/AAAAAAAAAcs/jSrkcK9VxUQ/s320/P1010079.JPG" t8="true" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1NG2UKurwFY/Tfc3_hcOG1I/AAAAAAAAAcw/yc7jpjgkvJY/s1600/P1010078.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1NG2UKurwFY/Tfc3_hcOG1I/AAAAAAAAAcw/yc7jpjgkvJY/s320/P1010078.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1wQmUGzF5yA/Tfc4FYLKncI/AAAAAAAAAc0/TRuBCXuALgE/s1600/P1010076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1wQmUGzF5yA/Tfc4FYLKncI/AAAAAAAAAc0/TRuBCXuALgE/s320/P1010076.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d2BpZuSSxfA/Tfc4LsQbheI/AAAAAAAAAc4/pNPFoHGEkdE/s1600/P1010087.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d2BpZuSSxfA/Tfc4LsQbheI/AAAAAAAAAc4/pNPFoHGEkdE/s320/P1010087.JPG" t8="true" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BDakfUbcRfY/Tfc4ReePJAI/AAAAAAAAAc8/u4pIGee92F8/s1600/P1010081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BDakfUbcRfY/Tfc4ReePJAI/AAAAAAAAAc8/u4pIGee92F8/s320/P1010081.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sDt_ax1hkOo/Tfc4WZymzoI/AAAAAAAAAdA/IstqpZN4kLM/s1600/P1010092.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sDt_ax1hkOo/Tfc4WZymzoI/AAAAAAAAAdA/IstqpZN4kLM/s320/P1010092.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ti1-PH_-aQs/Tfc4lszC2rI/AAAAAAAAAdE/hilyYRU38vk/s1600/P1010141.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ti1-PH_-aQs/Tfc4lszC2rI/AAAAAAAAAdE/hilyYRU38vk/s320/P1010141.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8elnblI8TQI/Tfc4vD7HUjI/AAAAAAAAAdI/-WdqanI6u2I/s1600/P1010155.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8elnblI8TQI/Tfc4vD7HUjI/AAAAAAAAAdI/-WdqanI6u2I/s320/P1010155.JPG" t8="true" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IZs3MdvmesM/Tfc42mtNyjI/AAAAAAAAAdM/PrG59vZXh_k/s1600/P1010163.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IZs3MdvmesM/Tfc42mtNyjI/AAAAAAAAAdM/PrG59vZXh_k/s320/P1010163.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2rkqAbql4Q8/Tfc5ASqrzTI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/UUYR18IGvZk/s1600/P1010170.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2rkqAbql4Q8/Tfc5ASqrzTI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/UUYR18IGvZk/s320/P1010170.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;It doesn't really feel like winter here as there is no snow...no white coated roads... no frozen tufts on the ground... it's just the wind that blows of winter reminding us of its arrival... the leaves shaken and fallen... Bare trunks and twigs seen... that's all that tells us the story of the winter... other than that, it feels good to walk in the park on a day during winter....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-2150526314622532681?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-50085651693361207172011-06-05T21:22:00.000+08:002011-06-05T21:22:20.492+08:00Just because i brushed my teeth at 4am doesn't mean that i'm wasted or anything... Hey, I've my values and principles which makes me different from your culture... If someone brushes their teeth at 4am in the morning there will be two different interpretations.<br />The one in Malaysia would be: 'must have been up to burn the midnight oil for her assignments, that's why la, last minute work...'<br />The one in Huia would be: 'She must be out hooking up with someone, went to some party and come back puffy eyed, but hmmm, i wonder why she isn't drunk...can't really judge a person by her innocent face...'<br />Every abnormal habit would be given a twisted interpretation... What great minds they have.... <br />Every single thing we do must be related to the topic that i would not mention here... Can't they believe what they have just saw is that simple without any ambiguities? <br />Well, life is full of ambiguities, but this is just a little way too overboard....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-5008565169336120717?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-30074061050500081202011-06-03T14:01:00.000+08:002011-06-03T14:01:55.895+08:00A red leaf with autumn's last raindrop...<br />It's hard to find...<br />Amongst the growing pile of yellowish ones,<br />I came across on my way to the library...<br /><br />the scent of the breeze,&nbsp;carries a frosty perfume...<br />it's getting chilly now...<br />I heard someone shouted:<br />"It's the dawn of winter!"<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X_kMIlEcNzM/Teh4urSkPcI/AAAAAAAAAco/m8LZ6jXOVio/s1600/P1010011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X_kMIlEcNzM/Teh4urSkPcI/AAAAAAAAAco/m8LZ6jXOVio/s320/P1010011.JPG" t8="true" width="240" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-3007406105050008120?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-22257677330222410522011-05-16T15:03:00.005+08:002011-05-16T15:17:23.066+08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vcg64i0Qocg/TdDOgW7Tb3I/AAAAAAAAAcY/FLIoIgwFeXQ/s1600/P1010686.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607208591381720946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vcg64i0Qocg/TdDOgW7Tb3I/AAAAAAAAAcY/FLIoIgwFeXQ/s320/P1010686.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bZM4umJn5qA/TdDOYp4vWeI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/iOWrcI2-bAQ/s1600/P1010689.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607208459032287714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bZM4umJn5qA/TdDOYp4vWeI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/iOWrcI2-bAQ/s320/P1010689.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>The window shuts so ever tightly...<br />Because it's autumn, and the wind's chilly...</div><br /><div>The trees wave so carefreely at the wind so violently...</div><br /><div>A contradictory...</div><br /><br /><br /><div>I see watching the sky rolling on in waves of clouds, rumbling on...<br />like a clam from beneath the ocean,</div><br /><div>watching the torrents,</div><br /><div>going in swirls of mist and frost...</div><br /><div>a beautiful evening...</div><br /><div>turning from tangerine grey to purple spray...</div><br /><div>from my hard shelly shelter,</div><br /><div>i gaze whole day...</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-2225767733022241052?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-33918309925740570312011-04-26T07:20:00.002+08:002011-04-26T07:34:37.213+08:00When you feel happy about something you have never felt before... It is sometimes not a very real feeling of happiness, it passes away so quickly... the feelings, are they true even at that moment of pleasure? They are gone as how a breeze touches you nose... a sense, a swipe of it ends as if it never comes... The existance itself is a sense... When you hav it u get to have luxuries of colliding with senses all around, when you don't, the sense itself is empty... A shell without feeling, but do we exploit our sense to enquire the genuine sense of the surroundings? We never even know what genuine senses are anyway... The poets and writers have described them so every vividly.. But in their sense itself is it really the exact senses they have experienced? it's all about living near a thermal place... You heard people saying it is hot, there shouldn't be any hands dippping into it, but you never try cause the consequences have proven it all..You do not want to experience that consequences to get the sense of it yourself...<br />That is why i sometimes feel not the reality of realities...<br /><br />May the soul of Sathya Sai Baba live among us who have faith in him, a godfather of my birth whom my mother had taken Him to be... Om Sai Ram....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-3391830992574057031?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-10530115768044519492011-04-19T04:54:00.003+08:002011-04-19T05:06:31.257+08:00Where is that feeling... I've lost it to the cold of winter, the withered leaves of autumn, the creek of spring, and the waves of summer... where it had been lost, near the flower bed, by the stream, among the rocks, carried away by ripples... I couldn't see for once, the changing of tides, as day combines with night, when the nightingale sings its heart out, to the glaring sun which pierce deep into the down feather... where is it kept, by father of time, mother of seasons, granny of the past and grandpa of the present... it's in a ball, curled, frozen, forgotten, knowing its time of glory had passed... waiting for the True Spring where it will bud again... Hoping...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-1053011576804451949?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-50893302043967869812011-03-21T18:47:00.008+08:002011-03-21T19:39:23.254+08:00After all the settling down problems were solved, i still could not spare time to blog for the past few weeks..Finally, I have the passion to write in my tiny space again... Lots of happening events are going on here... Couldn't really take a breath with so many cool stuff around... I am safe an sound in a different soil now... Biri-Biri land is just too awesome for words... I felt like I am part of a movie taken in some faraway country, but hey it's just a few hours away from my home...<br /><br />Assignments are piling up, tensions are growing but the lectures are wonderful though there is much catching up to be done especially when independent self-learning is the major agenda in the university life here... I've had a cosy little room on 6th floor in the uni residence hall called Huia which is seriously satisfying as there is a refrigerator meant for my sole use in the room! Cooking is not a problem with that storage space where i could store all the food of my liking... Further more, there are some very cool people living here... Socializing activities are held almost all around the clock where chances of interaction and socializing are high (unless absent from these activities)...<br /><br />The weather here is chilly when I first got here with the blazing sun above my head and frosty winds threatening to freeze my face, hands and legs...Yea, sounds contracting doesn't it? Well, it is true... I'm turning black now... even the lecturers from my country remarked "You looked so tanned now!" Yea, i went out almost everyday under the sun without applying any sunblock because i was so used to without it.. So that is the consequence that i must bear throughout this summer and autumn..A friend told me not to worry, because I would definitely turn white-ish again when winter comes... Hmm, having doubts over that, but anyway hoping that it will for me...Swimming in the ocean was one awesome experience with the water reaching 25 degrees Celsius when we were in it... Our screams and shouts regarding the cold salt water was ignored and bombarded with an additional remark from our Kiwi pal who said "Harden up, mate!! You guys are pampered at home..." hahaha... After last few weeks we really did harden up though... Now i sleep without any thermal wear on but instead short pants...lolzz... i guess my skin thicken and harden up after bearing the insult of being ridiculously cold in the midst of the 'warmest time of the year in NZ'...<br />Well, enough of the story telling..Here are some pictures which features some of the highlights of the pass few weeks... noho mai ra for now!!!<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3rSqgrQFI7I/TYcvVYWC5gI/AAAAAAAAAcI/bx6zndk7Wg8/s1600/P1010354.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586485907135063554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3rSqgrQFI7I/TYcvVYWC5gI/AAAAAAAAAcI/bx6zndk7Wg8/s320/P1010354.JPG" /></a> Powhiri (welcoming event) at Epsom Campus<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PMDrjzt9ovE/TYcu7KMcobI/AAAAAAAAAcA/GxvQYY9mOUU/s1600/189573_1779209312356_1003097059_1993753_4971939_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586485456660111794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PMDrjzt9ovE/TYcu7KMcobI/AAAAAAAAAcA/GxvQYY9mOUU/s320/189573_1779209312356_1003097059_1993753_4971939_n.jpg" /></a> A night outing just to get ice cream!! I love the ice cream here!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spcz2eTUdeQ/TYcuuXXQsxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/AmhE-QwXsWI/s1600/P1010542.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586485236856828690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spcz2eTUdeQ/TYcuuXXQsxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/AmhE-QwXsWI/s320/P1010542.JPG" /></a> Auckland Zoo<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EVKMvekRwgQ/TYcuhYAPfPI/AAAAAAAAAbw/YeD_Ffn1kNM/s1600/P1010320.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586485013690416370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EVKMvekRwgQ/TYcuhYAPfPI/AAAAAAAAAbw/YeD_Ffn1kNM/s320/P1010320.JPG" /></a> Fire Corps at Domain Park -flashy luminous rods! Beautiful!!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QM5zVFZ4XmQ/TYcuMqoJ2-I/AAAAAAAAAbo/GpnVKEaGdQQ/s1600/P1010166.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586484657912404962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QM5zVFZ4XmQ/TYcuMqoJ2-I/AAAAAAAAAbo/GpnVKEaGdQQ/s320/P1010166.JPG" /></a> Land for sheep<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pr58_K7Wpek/TYctxbd_L4I/AAAAAAAAAbg/Uh-tHvIUtxc/s1600/P1010049.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586484189986762626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pr58_K7Wpek/TYctxbd_L4I/AAAAAAAAAbg/Uh-tHvIUtxc/s320/P1010049.JPG" /></a> Lamas<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HvDezrLAOL8/TYctoqgpNpI/AAAAAAAAAbY/52ib-jaxh8k/s1600/P1010044.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586484039405614738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HvDezrLAOL8/TYctoqgpNpI/AAAAAAAAAbY/52ib-jaxh8k/s320/P1010044.JPG" /></a> And horses too!!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a4W0C-J4A78/TYctA86gOhI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/ztSnaHwVxjs/s1600/IMG-20110313-01929.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586483357151148562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a4W0C-J4A78/TYctA86gOhI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/ztSnaHwVxjs/s320/IMG-20110313-01929.jpg" /></a> Mission Bay- We jumped!!!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-5089330204396786981?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-52762679554215079032011-02-08T22:07:00.002+08:002011-02-08T22:17:49.576+08:00sheets of 'dates' flew off the calendar...<br />there isn't much flips before the number appears...<br />We use to count the days of merry-making and call it a wink of an eye...<br />the days of the dreaded working and slogging a cold long winter...<br />but we know it in our hearts that,<br />without numbering,<br />we couldn't count...<br />the height of plants remains...<br />people stay short as elfins..<br />numbering brings progress,<br />like the countdowns of the launching of a rocket...<br />without it there won't be men in the moon...<br />without it, there will not the a sign of the first breathe of life,<br />nor there the last of it...<br />so numbering has a lifespan's worth as a matter a fact...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-5276267955421507903?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-74475130929705267692011-01-31T16:52:00.002+08:002011-01-31T17:30:43.500+08:00Many a time, people like to compare those who could not express their true feelings to clowns... They said that those clowns bring laughter to the others while coping with their true feelings within which are unknown... Maybe they are the most obvious ones to compare to...<br />Many a time we are clowns too... We crack jokes to break the awkward silence even though we do not feel like doing it... We put smiles on to entertain our clients or customers (for those who are working)... We try not to be too whelmed with happiness in our success as the one next to us is crying... We often contain ourselves as we are always in the most complicated situations... Any wrong customary expressions bring about chilling glares and astonished looks... That turns us the center of attention... That is when we realised that the atmosphere at the moment becomes uncannily uncomfortable, thus prompting us to re-collect our feelings... Emotional Quotient thus become our sole aim to which we are striving to to become socially competent people... We always put the feelings of others at the first change of scenes... We clown around with our feelings... abusing them till they are under our complete control... Till then we become expressionless... We thought we have mastered the skills of showing the appropriate feelings and thus jumped with joy... However, a new trend is on the rise... Praises made at a proper time may turned "you sound cynical"... Or worse, being labelled as the 'sugared mouth'.... From there the cycle goes on till one day you decided not to show any positive or negative expressions... So the best thing that you will hear isn't "congratulations, you have master the art of being sociable" but "I think you should go and undergo a laughter therapy... You need some twinkle in your humour..." That was when you will feel like a clown who is eager to please but not being pleased...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-7447513092970526769?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-13255390036700027172011-01-28T23:03:00.002+08:002011-01-29T00:26:07.464+08:00After weeks of hibernation at home, I pestered mum to bring me along to the morning market in Chinese Street (some called it Little Chinatown in my state)... It has been a long time since I drop by the town at such early hours... Roads were filled with the hustle and bustle of cars... There has been a steady increase in cars and other vehicles here which breaks the dulll pace in the streets...<br />It was cloudy but bright enough not to give the morning a gloomy shadow... Rows of old wooden houses with their ancient designs are still there, at least along that street... Those houses further down did not survive as they were demolished to give way to newer developments... A pity that those are now mere memories... The swiftlets though are still abundant in the air sweeping up and down to take a good look at what the crowd of two-legged were doing...Most people were out standing in front of their houses...There will be a competition to choose the best decorated shop house in the street...Everyone is plannning hard to become the most outstanding one...<br />The festive season is around the corner... I got infatuated by the excitement too... Let's hope that it is a nice one this year...^^<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-1325539003670002717?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-32666314891316491182011-01-27T23:41:00.002+08:002011-01-28T00:26:18.938+08:00I was at my table when the wind blew so strongly into the living room... The weather today fitted nicely...It breezy with occasional showers to cool the earth... The door kept swinging open, slapping the walls behind... Those gusts of wind and breeze blew all over the room, brought the rain - stained mossy smell of the earth into the house... Everything was so delightful as the homey feeling lingered around...<br />Dad switched on the television that time... Just in time for the news... I lifted my head to a news coverage about a family dispute over the heredity rights and parts of the wealth owned by the ailing billionaire gambler... The elder must have regretted taking in 4 wives... I feel that he does not have much loyalty towards his family, that is why they are only 'loyal' to his treasures... What a family... Even the news caster commented that it looked like a family dispute which is re-shoot directly out from a tv drama, but now it is a real thing happening in reality... I guess movie directors and drama script writers have predicted correctly about what will become of all kinds of people even before all these dramatic scenes happened in real life...<br />The wind blew in again... This time it was so strong that it had swept up a piece of paper laying on the table nearby and flung it straight at the face of that particular elder who appeared on the screen in time to be given a virtual smack at the exact moment...<br />Looks like even the wind was jeering "Serves you right old man, no mercy for you!" I just could help but wonder, maybe winds think too...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-3266631489131649118?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-30213933802575736972011-01-25T22:48:00.003+08:002011-01-26T00:42:24.775+08:00Mum brought home pomegranates the other day... It has been a long time since i have tasted this fruit... opening it is like opening a treasure chest filled with tiny studs of ruby-like juicy sacs... Each harden sac shades from the reddish sparkle of the red wine to a translucent creamy milk colour... Embedded in the center of each 'ruby' is a new life for its kind... I use to leave most of those untouched because of the limitation in time, though they are sweet and nice to eat, it takes a long time and a little skill of the tongue to separate the flesh from the brownish seed, so small that it could easily be swallowed by accident (which may cause complications in the bowels)... As I was not in a hurry just now, i finished the whole fruit which has been satisfying for only a moment as shock creeps into me when i look into the face of the old clock... I took 1 hour to finish chewing the flesh and spitting out those almond shaped seeds... This is the first time i tasted success in finishing a fruit... The effort that has been given is certainly something that should never be done when my hands are full (i certainly would not have so much time to spare again as my semester will start soon)... though petty to consume, i could not help wondering about the cost of each of these fruits...They are not cheap to come by although they are tiresome to eat.... Mum said she had bought it so that i could get to know this curiosity of a fruit... This time she bought it out of nostalgia to re-introduce this fruit to me... I presume that she does not want me to forget the taste and appearance of it... Mum used to say that children nowadays missed lots of chances to taste unusual fruits which are abundant in the traditional markets for two reasons: they are picky in the type of food they eat (prefer only fast and tasty instant food or the more common type such as apples usually seen in supermarkets); they never get their slippers or shoes dirty by stepping into wet markets (this is pretty certain as most wake up long after the sun rises)... It is a good thing mum always brought home many fruits whether it grows locally or somewhere exotic... i am a fortunate one to taste such a wide variety of food (it is always food which inspire me) =D<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-3021393380257573697?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-67038205402474701062011-01-15T23:22:00.002+08:002011-01-15T23:31:02.440+08:00Such days are ending soon... The path laid eagerly for me to walk it... It would be something like a fairy tale, an adventure, a quest or something beyond imagination?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-6703820540247470106?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-12417950269024237082011-01-14T21:30:00.002+08:002011-01-14T23:12:21.862+08:00This is something worth sharing I guess... A couple of days ago, a coincidental meeting with a senior occured... Well, for me it was quite nerve - wracking as we do not really agree on terms as our perspectives towards life are totally different...It wasn't bad as in a cat and dog fight... but we did argue quite a lot as far as I remembered when we were waiting at the canteen for our transport to arrive after school... That was years back and i doubt that he would remembered those days... It was actually quite interesting and funny as well now that i have come to think about it...<br /><br />I was expecting another long argument on some form of topics although we haven't seen each other for a long time, and sure enough he began to engage in one almost immediately... It started off with the usual 'Hi's and 'How are you?' greetings and to catch up with recent living conditions... Then he proceed to say all of you should get yourselves moving and working to look more attractive so that you can grab a billionaire's heart or at least a billionaire's son...(I was present with my besties at that moment)...My mind was shouting "what sort of mentality have you being developing all these years" I sensed that something more provoking was coming after that... He 'advised' us to get ourselves enrolled in popular and glamorous universities where the rich study... Saying that girls are usually luckier as they could just move up the status ladder without lifting a finger as having a rich boyfriend is what they must target to realise that... So, he advised us to do the same... Such mentality he had... He had actually attended one of these so called 'gold miner's university' earning himself a degree...(He is a richie too by the way) He said girls there who knows how to makeup and dress up got themselves really good rich boyfriends who spend a lot for their sake (LV original bags, branded stuff) and endless flow of money...It seems that girls do get lots of money from their partners who just handed over to them nonchalantly... Well, all his talking was certainly degrading and pride scorning as my besties and I are certainly proud to be females who 100% do not live up to his expectations... We have our own visions and goals which we are thankfully working hard to achieve... We are not those stereotypical shopoholic type or the 'dumb blondies' type who live lavishly by depending on their boyfriends... Hello, we are in the 21st century now (as said by most even in the movies)... We have our prides too as females of the modern era... and in fact we have even gotten the rights to almost every opportunity to develop ourselves in life (especially academically and job wise) and are still fighting against all forms of discriminations towards our kind... Although women may have their guy partners but it does not mean that our life and death depends entirely on men... We could work, feed and fend ourselves very well even without help from the dominant group... Sorry to say that, this sort of mentality is what that cause the occurance of glass ceiling and glass escalator to continue... it is a form of insult to us that females have to depend on men to gain financial stability... Even Julian Gillard held the post as the current president of Australia... To us, the limit of success is only the sky (no, we even have female astronauts, pilots and air force members in the air)...<br /><br />There was another point that he had proudly pointed out...He had done some research for his company and the results turn out to be women who have just graduated have higher market value thus most companies do not really want to hire them as their salaries are expensive... I responded "Does that mean that most young women are unemployed?".. He said yea... I doubt it... But the words might be true..Maybe they are unemployed but i think for a reason slightly different from what he had proposed, it all boils down to the glass ceiling issue and not because of their high salary employment rate or their capabilities.... This is a silent form of discrimination that is still growing in the society... Human perceptions are set by humans themselves, thus it is not a thing to be afraid of... Roosevelt had done so a long time ago, and the spirit continues to break the misperceptions...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-1241795026902423708?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-26057963119670216912011-01-09T00:31:00.002+08:002011-01-09T00:37:02.820+08:00Why should everything happen without an appropriate timing?? Well, that is a reason for us to be looking forward to... As the timing isn't right just yet... Monsoon comes when there is just soon much washing to do... That is when we start to miss the sunny days... When it gets to sunny and dry, we yearned for some short showers of blessing from the sky... That makes us looking forward for what that would be installed for us tomorrow...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-2605796311967021691?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-20175770807651214042011-01-06T19:41:00.002+08:002011-01-06T19:57:57.077+08:00It is still raining without a hint of halting... The day passed in a dreamy like scene... Too much water is down in the garden creating large pond like puddles which is still expanding even now, threatening to drown the plants there... The air is chilly causing icey bites all over the skin... It sucks heat off leaving a layer of iced vapour suspended over the surface, hovering... I came across a short yet sweet description of the rain when it pattered on my windows... "tiny splashes of raindrops chasing each other down the window panels leaving a sliver of trail behind"... It is amazing how the author describes the natural phenomena... Another day had slipped pass... It is filled with calmness and contentment... How much more time could I remain in this dream?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-2017577080765121404?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-47616048488948898402011-01-05T11:54:00.003+08:002011-01-05T12:20:47.507+08:00The wind in my backyard wasn't as cold as those which blow elsewhere... It is cold when you feel it but usually it is accompanied by a puff of warmth which warms the inner self... Cold and warm at the same time... The windy feeling is unique only to my backyard... Faded scent of flowers floated in from a neighbouring nursery... It was always there, but is seasonal... It depends on the buds which bloom in abundance during that period or the other.... But they are similar in terms of mildness... It was always just right even for a person who dislike flower fragrance very much (especially those from the florist)... The artificial and overly done fragrance is not to my liking... it smell fake... and of course you can guess by now tat i hate perfumes too... The wind bring some other calmness too, like the clouds which hang above sailing across the light blue sky... Soft and puffy... I love sitting in the backyard for hours doing nothing but stare at the bubbly wools twirling in the broad daylight... It is a feeling of contentment... The feeling of home...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-4761604848894889840?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-75196719744604871302011-01-03T23:51:00.004+08:002011-01-04T17:03:06.500+08:00I have thought about the word 'layers'.... It plays multiple roles in our lives ever since we are born... Even before we are born we are surrounded by layers of protection such as the thin amnionmembrane, amniotic fluid the list goes on... Even wonder why even though we are not physically wrapped in layers after we are born, we are mentally wrapping ourselves in it? That is why half of us do not know who ourselves really are. and what we really want... We conceal it without realising it until the time when we had unexpectedly exerted those qualities...It was when we are taken aback by it do we question ourselves..Did we really just did that? So mankind in some situations do do some unexpected decisions, choices or even actions... It is only a matter of time before we actually caught ourselves doing something that might not have crossed our minds before...<br /><br />Expanding specific qualities such as the experties in certain talents and personal gifts is the way to uncover the layer of the unexpected, to test the endurance of one self in challenging the limits and breaking the records of mastering these qualities... This runs parrallel to a simple physical act of digging into the soil, you may realised that as you dig deeper into the earth, it exhibits different coloured soil where there might be plenty of minerals at the top which is usually rich in humus (such as those in my garden) or a reddish brown tone which looks a bit like clay where the soil is not fertile... You will come across ants which are a common sight, wriggly earthworms, black beatles, hairy mite like insects and occasional fat white grubs curl up and waiting for the time to come when they are able to metamorphose intp some unknown insects... It is interesting to uncover those layers of soil finding to the delight of some (like me) different forms of living creatures manifesting in it... Thus, the act of getting to know one self deeper is exciting but sometimes inevitable events are also dicovered as well... The more devious quaalities could also be discovered accidentally... What are we to do about that? We control it by disciplining ourselves, cautiously without letting the weak point get the better of us... there comes the usefulness of layering.... We put a layer on it, covering it up, leaving a lump at the top as a warning of never to trigger it again... But as humans, we may sometimes dig it up as the result of negligence and recklessness or even when a sudden emotional change... It means we take for granted of it...Thus the layering and unlayering process which goes on in a cycle...<br /><br />Sometimes we choose to add more layering to something that we choose not to uncover but to bury it deeper...It may be due to the various reasons in life - for courtesy sake, exertion of personality, not to hurt but to protect, to hide, to forget and to give others the best of impressions...People add more layers than uncovering layers in most of their lifetime... as thoughts become plentiful and more complicated... Extra layering always occurs...the higher the social status is, the more layering they will put to cover the already existing layers... Thus, people suffocate themselves by putting too much layers over themselves... They even got lost in it... Those layering may helped certain creatures such as the caterpillar which goes through metamorphosis and turn into a dear butterfly, however, people stay the same except more wrinkles added towards twilight... All i could say important figures have so much of layering that they could never dig further to see the inside of them as they are busy adding more layers... a mistaken layering may need ten or more layerings thus, there is no them for them to look into themselves...<br />Of all the important things in the world, we need to unlayer the layers carefully and also ad them carefully to prevent the lost of the original self...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-7519671974460487130?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-46061075901260491802011-01-01T22:00:00.005+08:002011-01-01T22:43:53.176+08:00It glows all the time...<br />a little flicker in the snow...<br />it drips hope and happiness...<br />those who touch it feel the warmth...<br /><br />I love touching it...<br />but it is slippery...<br />like water which slithers and slides without a definite shape...<br />then, without you realising it,<br />it slipped from the palm...<br />a twinkle suspended for a moment in the air...<br />breaks into many tiny diamonds among the grass...<br />it creates a smell like those which i have smelled when rain drops fall...<br />clean and refreshing...<br />the taste of freedom...<br />as i could imagine...<br />a tiny figure running so freely in the wide meadows...<br />without sorrows and worries...<br />so freely...<br />like a little bunny...<br />twitching its nose excitedly...<br />looking at the endless greens which stretched into the horizons....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-4606107590126049180?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-21126347930658338942011-01-01T00:21:00.002+08:002011-01-01T01:25:45.392+08:00A brand new year has come... I will be come stronger... I have lost some hopes...but i will strive to get these back... I will do my very best to look forward into the future that has bestowed the unknown adventure, that will be offering all the chances to improve myself...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-2112634793065833894?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-78228924259196240872010-12-31T22:47:00.002+08:002010-12-31T23:49:00.191+08:00It's new year's eve today... There are a few more hours before the clock strucks twelve... Looking back at everything that happened this year no matter whether it is bad or good, i am thankful that i have learn more things... My perspectives are widen... There is now more to my mind and I'm still eager to get more of these, the experiences, the lessons, the adventures and the changes which trigger growth physically, mentally or emotionally...<br />Looking as the time passes by, I hope that everything will go well in the new year... the unknown road is yet to be explored... I hope that my studies will be good, my family will be healthy, I will have an interesting life over at the new place... I hope everything went well... Happy New Year Everyone!!!!^^<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-7822892425919624087?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-46735192811248665642010-12-30T23:54:00.002+08:002010-12-30T23:59:17.378+08:00Drops of water sprinkle from the sky... The surrounding temperature was colder than usual... Cars zoomed by mine... The puddles on the road was bundled up by their moving tyres... sprinkling what seemed like normal water... Then, i saw these hovered in the air forming mist of some sort... It looked exactly like the breathes coming out from mouths when they exhale during the winter...A ridiculous question suddenly cross my mind... Will snow drop in my country one day? it is extremely cool nowadays during the monsoon seasons...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-4673519281124866564?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-24395873056409630382010-12-30T00:28:00.002+08:002010-12-30T00:40:26.854+08:00I don't care who you are or what you are... I'm just blogging in my own little space... I do not monetized my blog because i do not want it to be popular or increase the traffic in my blog... I'm having this blog just to write my stuff and to update my friends about my thoughts, recent activities and feelings... If you want to give good comments or critics just go on but writing unneccessary comments are just useless and irritating... I do not care whether u wana walk by, or drop by my blog, but u do not need to announce your presence everytime as i do not even know you... I don't care whether u walked through my blog or not!!! I don't need crappy comments and stupid messages... If u really wana increase your traffic go somewhere else not in my blog... I welcome you to read but please stop your stupid action... I do not care...I've been patient with you for quite a long time, and I'm PISSED OFF!!! get out of my blog!!!! Unless you do not know how to read English... Seriously, go brush it up... i think i've made myself very clear!!!! though i do admit my english is not that good also, but i think u should have known some simple instructions!!! A truly good blogger would have respected the wishes of other bloggers... no matter how popular u are or how good the traffic is in your blog, I REALLY DO NOT CARE!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-2439587305640963038?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-44462364077888982102010-12-26T23:07:00.002+08:002010-12-27T00:38:46.757+08:00Shadow People - the title of the book that i had set my hands on for two days... It is good to get hold of such a good piece of narration...It talks about frustrations that teenagers faced before, now and also the future... These pressures will always be the same... Loose ties among family members... Raging hormones in teenagers usually make them think with their emotions and not their minds... Thus, they channel their agony negative... The wildness, the evil instinct to be evil to the others... The feeling that the whole world had turned their backs against him/her... The feeling of hurting and blaming others as the cause of their unspoken and suppressed rages... The writer shows how easily it is for those who have evil intentions to make use of these vulnerable teenagers to heed to their orders... The narration had also artfully describe the evil comes in many forms and disguises... Some may looked good be they are the diabolical ones, the masterminds behind the deviance shown... Apparently, angelic doesn't make one an angel... A bulls eye shot towards the unjust views of the society... This is so obvious at the end of the story as the mastermind is to serve his sentence under the juvenile category and everyone had thought that it is a pity that 'the poor boy who is a genius and a soon to be M.I.T freshman had just the worse luck to mix with the wrong group'... The others were charged for manslaughter and threats towards the security of the society where they were given harsher punishements... Those include an ex-rehab drop out who had gotten the worst penalty of all... The truth of the manslaughter attempt was actually not him although he was the one holding the gun... His conscience got better of him as he hesitates to pull the trigger... The mastermind whose heart was as cold as stone had actually made the shot by pressing the poor boy's hands so that the bullet would kill the sole witness of their deeds... Someone who looked so innocent had a heart as violent as the raging storms in Siberian Seas... no feeling of remorse filled him as he knew that he would soon be free to continue his job through the recruiting of upset and frustrated kids through the cyber world to do his dirty work... However there is a better side at the end, the others had realised their misdeeds and had gotten support from their famillies...This lesson had taught them to grow towards the rightful path in life... All frustrations can be slved through a better way if only they had open up to the people around them...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-4446236407788898210?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-52339055430588846692010-12-24T23:43:00.004+08:002010-12-26T00:01:20.678+08:00<a href="http://www.artfingers.com/cuson/girl_with_teddy_bear.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 640px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 720px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.artfingers.com/cuson/girl_with_teddy_bear.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>She paced with her teddy... trotting down the scotching tar road, bare footed... up the road, nervous glances exchanged... footsteps were heard scrambling and hurrying away... leaving dusty specks of clouds suspended in the air... She hugged her teddy tighter, afraid that the wind might snatch it away from her very arms... For quite a long time, she had been treated this way by those who live up the streets... No longer did she bother about what others have to say about her... What she had gone through, they do not know exactly what is it or when it happened... She had forgotten when those neighbours started the way they are treating her now... She still loves the wind which smelled of fur coming from nearby farms where cows are reared in abundance for the sole purpose of commercial trade... Her spirits were still high... The rough grounds had burnt her toes numb, it felt like cold marble stone under her soles where blisters were starting to creep out... She had been taking short walks now and then, trying to leave the agony out and still holding on to the last ounce of hope towards the faith that owed her something that was so precious... The puffy teddy bear in her arms is the bearer of all the faith that she had left with her now... The sneering and terrified glances could only be melted out by the comfort of her soft toy... Only the teddy knows all her misery, tears and the long gones... The precious teddy must not be snatched away as it is the only thing which made her still clinging to her life in this world... </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>P/s: that is what i have been seeing in a teen who (i do not know since when) pace up and down the road dreamily on burning afternoons... Dad said that since a couple of years ago after i left for college, this same girl had started making appearances, walking pass the street in front of my house... Dad said something or someone might have been the cause of her being so not in her right mind... I feel a sense of sympathy towards her... I hope that she could one day wake up from her depression, and see a bright and wonderful life which lays so ever ready in front of her if only she could see...</div><br /><div>People holding teddy bears should be filled with happiness not sorrows and mourns... </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-5233905543058884669?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-59564184130099966692010-12-23T13:34:00.004+08:002010-12-23T14:03:10.081+08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WuLCH30gK4k/TRLlpLEuQ3I/AAAAAAAAAbA/Um5yn0gjWwY/s1600/22122010127.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553753786011239282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WuLCH30gK4k/TRLlpLEuQ3I/AAAAAAAAAbA/Um5yn0gjWwY/s320/22122010127.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WuLCH30gK4k/TRLkE2DUNqI/AAAAAAAAAa4/OnJcWLkFnlc/s1600/21122010124.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553752062381274786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WuLCH30gK4k/TRLkE2DUNqI/AAAAAAAAAa4/OnJcWLkFnlc/s320/21122010124.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>I have longed to go somewhere where i could release the child in me... It has been a long time since I feel like a kid again... My parents brought me to Genting Highlands... Okay, i know it is lame, but seriously, i have never been there before... I liked the outdoor theme park, but couldn't play many of the attractions because of due consideration towards my parents...They couldn't take too much of the excitement... So, i make do with two moderately exciting ones and a leisurely one...I'll definitely find a chance to go again, this time with friends who could really go crazy with... This does not mean that i did not enjoy this trip with my parents, i love it because it is my latest family holiday trip after such a long time... The air is chilly all the time... Thank goodness mum brought along 3 warm clothing... My parents said this experience would be a good short practice for me to adapt to cooler climate next year... It is indeed fun with parents too as they are quite sporting...^^</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-5956418413009996669?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-88702086364108418422010-12-17T00:34:00.002+08:002010-12-17T01:00:27.522+08:00Hope - it is the driven that could spin wonderful happiness and energy among all... Yet, could be crashed because of the unresponsive result.. Is every single item yearned for, shattered so easily in a nick of time... Nothing left to be said upon sight only hollow frames where pictures should be, laid crooked on the worn out folds of the wallpaper... are we so easily deceived by false hope? How is it so that waiting patiently and without any grumble do not do any good... should it continue till at last the corn hardens and there is no choice but to choose the choice?<br /><br />I came across a nice quirky verse...<br />"It couldn't be too good to be true. Because good is always true and only a few true happenings are good..." It gives me a thought that people do not really believe when their luck starts rolling, they usual think that after every calm tide, there will be a storm...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-8870208636410841842?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-68967006971494669202010-12-12T01:18:00.005+08:002010-12-12T01:47:33.905+08:00<div><div>Everything has been going well so far... It is a great holidays, at least it ease my stress for a bit although it has been pouring non-stop since the Monsoon Cup was on... A tough fight for the participants this year i would say under sudden rain and shine conditions... I was hoping that something that I had hoped for a long time come true this year though it is going to end very soon... Still, my wish had not been fulfilled... Guess i should wait till the end of this year to conclude it.. </div><br /><br /><div>I find pleasure in doing stuffs i had not done for quite a long time such as drawing... Building my passion back... Days passed by so silently i barely knew that it is already 12th today... Still hoping that something more exciting could happened... I love adventures... However, i could not really expect much because of the sleepy hollow condition in this part of the country... </div><br /><br /><div>I have observed insects carrying on their lives... The ants are forever dragging along dead insect carcasses to their nest. Moving back and forth... No wonder the soil is always filled with their footsteps... Thus, the soil itself become alive with all the movements going on it... Bees collect their usual 'milk', the sweet nectar... 'milking' them from jutted flowers overflowed with pollen granules... the wind at the back of my compound was as fresh as the scent of meadows... no matter where i travel, i always find the wind that blew at this very spot, the most comforting breeze... Dad had moulded it into a miniature farm/an orchard, looks like half half to me... sadly, there are no more rambutan trees... dad chopped them off cause they were threatening to claw off the roof top with their branches... now the ample space was filled with maize plants and banana trees... not that bad... but i missed the smell of soil under the rambutan trees... a little soothing and magical smell... the soil was fat that time... it degrades now that there are no more shady coverings... Never mind that, as i am able to taste dad's crop- sweet corn which ripen just in time after i came back... yum yum...^^</div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549481463120762610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WuLCH30gK4k/TQO3_QDtlvI/AAAAAAAAAaw/77BDI8wc0AY/s320/04122010074.jpg" border="0" /></div></div><br /> freshly plucked sweet corn<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549480713036706306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WuLCH30gK4k/TQO3TlxvMgI/AAAAAAAAAao/vcI_LbuqqQ0/s320/04122010075.jpg" border="0" /> dad's miniature blend of orchard + plantation farm<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-6896700697149466920?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708733498937306407.post-51558816221288574032010-12-06T22:53:00.002+08:002010-12-06T23:39:32.555+08:00Why can't all restaurants and tuck shops be made non-smoking areas? Seriously if this matter could not be solve in the nearest future, the life span of Malaysians will definitely be shorten, all because of second - hand inhalation of the carcinogenic gas...<br />Lunch today was indeed a torture today... Though at first it was quite a pleasant meal... My family and I were having a very simple meal at a economic rice shop after settling some matters... My appetite was big because it has been ages since i get to eat at the shop again... The first few mouthfuls aroused my nostalgia... the rest was 'msg-ed' with cigarette smokes... My coughs accompanied each mouthfuls... the guys beside my table were smoking away after their meals... Mum said they were like chimneys blowing out waste smokes... affecting people around them... I really hate smokers... They thought that they helped by smoking all the cigarettes in the world which would save the others' lives, however they are actually shorten it even further... Useless smokers, burning their money which could have been used for better purposes for mere pleasure which endangers both their own and the others' lives... No wonder most smokers live longer than their spouses... This is because all the puffs have been filtered by their love ones...<br />Give us back a cleaner environment...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708733498937306407-5155881622128857403?l=chiawen90.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chiawenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11193698077359743381noreply@blogger.com0