谢谢每个爱着我的你

最近又在开始搞感性。

订错了一张机票，既不能换日期，也不能换名字。只能白白将700多800块冲下马桶。

我也不知道哪来的从容，可能是太了解自己迷糊的个性，所以也相当麻木了。

第一刻当然是有点愤恨，不过也就是1分钟的事情。接着转念一想，没关系没关系，就再订一张，反正恨不恨，结果还是得废掉那张机票。

不过身边的人也都很从容。llb 没有因此而念我。（她知道，这样就是我。）

谢谢你们这些每天都在包容着我的糊涂的挚友和同事们。有时甚至因为我的糊涂使得你们的日子格外麻烦，处事的方式甚至少了点EQ。

我懂的。有你们，真好。

于此分享我那1分钟的心情转变。-_-"

15 mins reflection

So it's been quite some time since I've last blogged consistently. Life has been pretty much a whirlwind and I've been stirred into this crazy acceleration. Well, enjoying every bit of it despite feeling a little disoriented. So here goes the updates on bits and pieces of what's been taking place recently.

#1 Saros staff for General Election

Served my national duty as a staff based in the counting centre. It was a rather eye-opening experience to witness the counting process. Not elaborate but very systematic and at least I think it's fair. The voting slips had also been modified based on the experience from last election and hence this time round there ain't much dispute over the rejected votes. Being the only GRC that requires a recount, you can imagine how we were forcing ourselves to stay awake in the early morn, at 3am. Close shave, we have the haze and the intermittent votes announcements to keep us entertained.

#2 Phantom of the Opera

So, being bored to tears at the Saro Station from Morning till we're official activated in the evening, there are so much free time that I've finished a book and managed to keep myself sane by walking rounds and rounds in the school hall. (Yes, colleagues must have been suspecting I am one of the random phantoms who've lost her way home after Hungry Ghost Festival. )The book actually have a different narration from the movie, and a different ending too. Phantom isn't as sympathetic as the movie and theater play made him out to be. Regardless, he is a selfish character and made so by the environment he grew up in. It's always a 50% nurture and 50% nature. C'mon, throw two different people into the same environment and we won't be surprised to see different outcomes. So end day, it's character, personality and mental states that play a significant part in determining the turnout of a person. I used to sympathize with the phantom a lot, was even heart broken that Christine had not chosen the Phantom who gave her a voice. Yet, now, in her shoes, I would have chosen Raoul, who respects Christine for who she is, without the obsession of possessing her for himself.

# Inside Out

This is one good movie which portrays all the mental processes of emotions in simple language and analogies. Love the way the movie played out how depression is formed uncontrollably. How apt it is in conveying the theme that every emotions in within us, is crucial to the formation of our personality. And may I add, to our growth and maturity as a person. Too much of any one of the emotions, it's a recipe for disaster.

So the list is not exhaustive, and time is running out. Heading out for assembly, till then...

就是这一般

《致橡树》 舒婷

我如果爱你---

绝不像攀缘的凌霄花，

借你的高枝炫耀自己；

我如果爱你---

绝不学痴情的鸟儿，

为绿荫重复单调的歌曲；

也不止像泉源，

常年送来清凉的慰籍；

也不止像险峰，

增加你的高度，衬托你的威仪。

甚至日光。

甚至春雨。

不，这些都还不够！

我必须是你近旁的一株木棉，

做为树的形象和你站在一起。

根，紧握在地下，

叶，相触在云里。

每一阵风过，

我们都互相致意，

但没有人

听懂我们的语言。

你有你的铜枝铁干，

像刀，像剑，

也像戟；

我有我的红硕花朵，

像沉重的叹息，

又像英勇的火炬。

我们分担寒潮、风雷、霹雳；

我们共享雾霭、流岚、红霓，

仿佛永远分离，

却又终身相依。

这才是伟大的爱情，

坚贞就在这里：

不仅爱你伟岸的身躯，

也爱你坚持的位置，脚下的土地。

Ode to the Oak / Shu Ting

If I love you---

I will never be a trumpet creeper

Clinging to your body to highlight my height;

If I love you---

I will never be a spoony bird

Repeating the monotonous song for a green shade;

Nor a spring

That brings perennial cool solace;

Nor steep peak

That increases your highness, reflect your eminence.

Even the sunlight.

Even the spring rain.

No, all these are not sufficient!

I must be a ceiba stand by your side,

A tree

With roots clinched underground,

And leaves touched in the cloud.

With each gust of wind,

We greet one another.

But nobody

Can understand our words.

You have your iron body,

Like a knife, a sword,

As well as a halberd;

I have my crimson flowers,

Like a heavy sigh,

And a valiant torch.

We share the colds, storms and thunders;

We enjoy brume, mist and neons,

Seemingly apart,

But forever interdependent.

Only this can be called a great love,

The loyalty is within;

Loving not merely your strapping stature,

But also the place you hold, and the land under your feet.

Someday

Some day down the road,

You may or may not be reading these lines.

But i do want you to know.

You make my heart flutter. 

Your refined speech;

Your strong values;

Your conviction about positivities:

Your mature mind;

Your nuanced personality;

Your heartwarming gestures;

Your weathered sigh;

Your beautiful scars from the past;

You make my heart flutter.

For the first time,

I wasn't plunging into the concept of love;

Or tearing my heart for someone else's attention;

I wasn't putting myself on a pedestal 

To be tormented with yearning but never feeling adequate;

You make my heart flutter.

Some day down the road,

You may or may not be reading these lines.

If you are, I would tell you with this much conviction,

You make my heart flutter.