| A long time has passed since I last updated. In my last entry, I wrote about being cold in Shanghai. Well, I didn't get freezed to death. I returned to Singapore on the 22th Dec, and MJ came on the 23th. We kept ourselves busy by going around shopping for our ROM's accessories, like jewelery, dress, suit, shoes, flowers etc. It was tiring, but worth it.
You can find a few pics of the solemnization ( Here )
And as mentioned earlier, I will have to move my blog to another location where my students can't find me. =) It's kind of exciting because it'll be a new start.
If you are not my LJ-friend, you can still access my blog. Just click on the "reply" button and give me your email address. I will email you the address after that. You can also send me an email or SMS if you have mine. That'll be faster.
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| Nothing has been packed yet, though everything is already laying around my luggage. Twelve hours later, I'll leave Singapore for Shanghai, the land that has brought me so much love and happiness. In a way, I really miss China.
China is nothing like Singapore when you talk about infrastructure, living standard and cleanliness. Even cities like Shanghai or Beijing cannot match Singapore. (Of course one cannot dispute the fact that economically, we crave so much for the enormous profits chucked out by the vast Chinese market)But there is still something about China that attracts me, or makes me feel nostalgic when memories flood me in the silent nights looking at the dark ceiling on bed. The people, good and bad, beautiful and ugly, appeal to me so much. I remember once Minju and I were stucked in a motel in Xi'an at night due to power failure in the region. I also remember the times when I had to argue people to get out of my seat on the train which I had already purchased the ticket. Some towns are still very undeveloped and you feel as if you have been transported to a faraway memory reserved for your grandparents. Particularly at night, when the moon shines brightly up there and everything seems to be in the shade of blue, you wonder if you are still alive, or that life is, but a dream. A silent dream enveloped in blue.
But Shanghai is different. Shanghai is cosmopolitan. Shanghai is rude. Shanghai is proud. Shanghai is brightly infested with neon lights that refuse to sleep at night. And that is Shanghai. My Shanghai | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | Subject: | 秋意的生活 | | Time: | 09:16 am |
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| 岛国的11、12月总是漂浮着漫漫迷迷蒙蒙的细雨，如果夹杂着一点的微风，则秋意十足，让人有点缅怀上海那不尴不尬的落叶季节。
因为放假的缘故，无需再在清晨时分爬起来，背着书包上学去。懒洋洋的，听着孙燕姿的《完美的一天》或什么属于上个世纪的声音，感觉到圣诞节好像近了。躺在床上，窗外的细雨相似雪花，有点白。又想起了去年上海的那场大雪，非常干净利落。 | | comments: 3 comments or Leave a comment |
| | Subject: | Memories | | Time: | 08:44 pm | | Current Mood: | ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/charitycam/goth_boy/thoughtful.gif) nostalgic |
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| I had a one week break this week, but with all the assignments piling up, it's really hard to take a break. Anyway I did attempt to sort out my photos, transferring them from my laptop to my desktop. And man, was it tedious. In 2003 alone, I have got more than 800 shots. But going through them one by one is like bringing me back in history.
I have attached some of them here. Not very well taken, but they are representations of my life then. In 2003.
In 2003, I was still 23.
( Here it goes.. )
Now, even finding time to take photos is such a luxury.
Those were the days. | | comments: 6 comments or Leave a comment |
| Saturday was the day of competition.
On Friday, which was the day before Saturday, I practised it with two of my Korean friends and they found it rather good. I thought I was rather good too. So I was quietly confidently that I might win the first prize, speaking of which, was not my ideal prize because it would be a tour package to Korea. Having been to Korea so many times, there was really no need for me to join a tour package. But for pride and honor..
Anyway I was chosen to be the 13th speaker out of the 18 contestants. There were supposed to be 20, but 2 drew out at the last minute. It was not really something that would make me happy (assuming less people means less competition) because these 2 were probably unprepared in the first place.
I didn't care if I was the number 13th. I don't believe in such things.
The first speaker was a man who had married a Korean woman, and had a daughter. He spoke rather fluently and his pronounciation was quite good too. Shit, I thought to myself. Seemed like it would not be an easy fight after all.
But thankfully, he was the minority. The other contestants were not that good. Some of them could not pronouce properly while some forgot their scripts. =) Number 9 was this man who spoke really fluently and a really good Korean pronounciation. He would be the only obstacle, I told myself.
Then it was my turn. When I stood up, I began to feel nervous. There were so many people looking at me.. If this were a Chinese speech contest, I would not feel that nervous. In fact, I enjoy talking to a crowd. But this is Korean. It was 40% memory work. My contents were good, unlike most who focused on Korean drama or Korean culture, but I had to stay calm.
But I did not. There were a few parts which I just could not recall. For a few times, I had to catch a quick glimpse on my script. The audience laughed at the right parts and that was quite assuring given that those were parts meant to be funny. They even laughed when they heard the emcee announced the title of my speech: How to Be Popular In Korea. But I knew I was far from good. The practice on Friday was so much better. Then again, didn't I want the second prize, which was two air tickets to Korea?
As I walked down the stage, I felt defeated. I knew how good I can be, but too bad, today was not the day. Not my day, at least.
Then as all 18 competitors had finished, I still had a little confidence that I could still make it to the top 6 (1 first prize, 2 second prize, 3 third prize). The prize for third place is a LG TV. Still not too bad. The confidence stemmed from the fact that overall, the standard was quite low. I was not that bad yet.
After 15 minutes, the emcee began to announce the winners. The 3 third placing winners first. And much to my surprise, the man, whom I thought would win the champion after I flopped in my speech, was one of the third prize winners. At that time, I was quite sure I would get into the top 3, meaning the 1st of 2nd prize.
Then the 2nd prize winners were announced. Contestant number one was one of them. And I wasn't called!
Could I be the eventual winner? My thoughts ran wild. Despite my earlier confidence that I would be in the top 6, what if, I was being too overly optimistic?
The emcee announced the winner,
( And the winner is... ) | | comments: 21 comments or Leave a comment |
| | Current Music: | The Lord's Prayer (Chinese) | | Subject: | 你整了吗？ | | Time: | 09:43 pm | | Current Mood: | ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/charitycam/goth_boy/working.gif) artistic |
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| MJ will be taking part in a speech contest 2 weeks later, and I helped her prepare for it.
You can read if you are able to read or are willing to read.
It's quite humorous, with a ending rather mushy, like always.
( 你整了吗？ ) | | comments: 8 comments or Leave a comment |
| I know this is not a very classic say-"cheese" shot, but we like it very much.
( More here.. )
Oh, did I say I'll be going to the Silk Route next week? yahooO! | | comments: 14 comments or Leave a comment |
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It appears that most of the guys take on the female roles while the girls the guys' roles. And Irving, I am not sure if you are a bitch or not. =p | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| 我疯了，为什么肚子饿了还要写？是不是因为我太久没用中文写LJ了？
哈哈，也许吧。用中文写没有几个人看得懂，好像是自己对自己说。
你知道吗，我住在16楼，从我这个位子望出窗外，是几公里长的上海灯火璀灿。
又或许没那么亮，没那么斑斓。
倒象是懒懒得万家灯火，宁静得让人倍感幸福。 | | comments: 4 comments or Leave a comment |
| | Subject: | Caught Nude | | Time: | 07:20 pm | | Current Mood: | laughing..=D |
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| Opposition party member Steve Chia is caught taken nude in a photo with his maid.
His wife is suing him... but it doesn't look like he had taken advantage of his maid.
According to the Straits Times, "Both Mr Chia and the maid were said to be smiling in the photographs".
hahahaha... | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | 林某某，80年代新加坡出生，96年任新加坡野鸟协会会长，曾出版「古代鸟语」、「现代鸟语基本会话」，现于中国复旦大学任鸟语翻译所所长。 | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | Subject: | 读你 | | Time: | 03:07 pm | | Current Mood: | accomplished |
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| I have written something. Basically my thoughts on Seoul. I guess it's some kind of conclusion for me though I have not finished uploading the photos online and developing them into photos (as in paper photos).
And since I don;t know how to lj-cut it, you shall read it. Haha.
Title: 读你
我们每天都在阅读一张张不同的脸孔。每个眼神的转移，每个眉头的一蹙，都足以向我们诉说一次次心灵的触动。而你，唯独你，却是如此的千变万化，象个牙牙学语的孩子，每次说话总是让人惊喜万分。
读你，是个刚踏出校园门槛的毕业生，之前你参加了某个国营企业考试，结果失败了，这让你有些失望，甚至彷徨，但你对社会的现实与不再单纯仍存有些许的畏惧和期待。
你的英语非常流利，所以那天在咖啡厅里漫谈的好几个小时,对我而言都是一种精神上的享受。我诧异地发现，原来来自两个不同文化背景的人也可以谈得如此投机，象久违了的朋友一般。
在我离开前往安东前，你努力地给我复习韩语。有时你是对我不理不睬的 “阿珠妈”，有时你是对我百般刁难的 “阿卓西”。在我离开以后，你将继续在社会中寻找你应行的道路。加油吧，我亲爱的朋友。
读你，是个羞涩的大学生，每每微笑时脸上总戴着一对浅浅的酒窝。记得我们初次见面时，你害羞得连说英语也是低着头的，时不时还参杂着几句韩语来表达自己的意思。但到了我们离别的那一天，你已可以用简单的英语嘱咐我一定要回来看你。为了能与我沟通，你一定是努力练习英语很久了吧？我感谢你。
有时我们几个人出去时，你会拿着地图反复地研究，仿佛害怕会让我这个来自外国的朋友多走几步路，或少看几处风景。你的热情与好意将会在我的心里种下小小的火种，在冬天里燃烧得大地一片温暖。
读你，是个积极学习外语的学生。当你惊讶地发现我会说英语和汉语时，你立即向我请教。在我们交谈的过程中，你说我比你大，是哥哥，所以应请你吃饭、喝酒。可惜我们相识得太晚了，未能和你一起喝酒，只送过给你一块巧克力。
否则，那将是一个怎样的场面？你想喝什么酒？是啤酒还是烧酒？还是参杂了百岁酒的 “五十岁酒”？在给我倒酒时你是否会用双手？在喝酒时你是否又会把身子转去另个方向喝？
因此我一直憧憬着与你下一次的见面。
读你，是个爱追时髦的年轻人，从眼镜到球鞋无一不是名牌的。当然你家境富裕，允许你这么做。于是追随球鞋潮流成为你的嗜好，而网上自然成为你搜索的天堂，什么模型新上市你比谁都清楚。
你喜欢给我看你新买的衣服，从Levi’s到DKNY。我自然是羡慕你的，可是选择不象你也是我的意愿，毕竟我们生长在不同的社会中。处在无垠的大洋之间，我们只能随波逐流。
读你，是座瞬息万变的都市，从远古走来。早晨时，我喜欢漫步在你各个宫殿中，踩着前帝王的足迹，凭吊过去不同的辉煌，聆听树丛间虫子的悄悄话；傍晚时，我喜欢伫立在钟路最繁忙的地带，看着打扮得漂漂亮亮的汉城人熙熙攘攘与众多的男欢女爱。
我爱搭地铁，那介绍产品的 “阿珠妈”滔滔不绝的声音是生存的呼唤；我爱喝烧酒，那种一杯干到底的畅快是豪爽的化身；我爱棒球，那啦啦队的助威呐喊声使我与球队的命运联在一起；我爱韩江，远方的大桥和邻近的六三大厦形成一股大都市的脉流……
诸此的多爱，使得读你化为一次愉悦的经历。
所以读你，百看不厌。 | | comments: 9 comments or Leave a comment |
| | Subject: | To Kill Some Fucking moggis | | Time: | 03:36 pm | | Current Mood: | ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/charitycam/goth_boy/sleepy.gif) tired |
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| I had to wake up last night in the middle of my sleep. Moggis were biting me over my arms and because I was still using the winter blanket in summer, I was sweating like hell under my blanket, but I couldn't really do it without the blanket. The moggis were doing a great job making this eiinnnngggg noise around my ears, and my arms and neck felt all itchy.
I looked at the window and saw some light. Dawn perhaps? Then I would just wake up and do some revision. But hell no, 2.30am. And I slept at 1.
Then swearing in English, Hokkein and Korean, I decided that I need to do some moggis'massacre again.
I turned on the light and WHHAAMMMMM!!!!, one died. WHHAAMMMM!!!, another died. One was on the ceiling. With the thick Ulysess textbook in hand, I BRRAAMMMMM!!! it flat on the ceiling. Another one was trying to escape. It stopped on the door. BOOOOMMMWWHHAAAAMMMMM!!!!!!!!!, its body crushed into blood and intestines, splurting on the door and my Ulysess.
Surely there would be more in the toilet.
yenswee's toilet is walled with white tiles, and a big mirror, excellent for violence and blood
Showdown in toilet.
one flying innoncent in the air
goodness, why is there light suddenly?
BAAAAAMMMMMM!!!!
Blood on my hands.
hurry up, hurry up, i need to sleep
Lights off.
Sleep resumed. | | comments: Leave a comment |
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