Old leaves..

this is gonna be a short post.. since i wanna blog but nothing to blog at all.. so below is dedicated to my friend.. who said my english is powderful.. but i think my chinese is so much better.. and here's the prove..

谁言别后终无悔
寒月清宵绮梦迴
深知身在情长在
前尘不共彩云飞

god only helps those who help themselves..

Season-less city.. Season-full heart beat..

"careful.. don't fall down my sweet heart.. it's very painful if you fall and hurt yourself.." "why can't you listen to me? i've had more life experienced and i know this is not gonna work.. so why are you so stubborn?" "it's not even right to ignore others comment.. especially when i'm a walking encyclopedia.."

kinda familiar doesn't it..? these are all warnings.. precautions.. anti-danger measures taken by people to another person.. they sound really boasting.. but they also carries the most amount of love.. but for one thing which i'm very sure.. is that i never give a damn to these things..

i always believe you have to experience before you can learn and internalise something.. which also makes it your own.. so when my father talks to me about these kinda things.. i never really listen to it.. unless i see it for myself.. i wouldn't know how discouraging the truth is.. i wouldn't believe how pain it's gonna hurt me..

and now i know how pain it was.. i kinda followed my father's foot step.. telling people about how pain this is.. how wrong that is.. but the thing is.. no one ever really listen.. and now i understand the frustration of no one is heeding your advice..

but well.. i can only say that they are adventurous people like myself.. although what they are encountering now is what i've been through when i'm much younger.. at least 3 to 4 years younger than them.. and although it's frustrating.. i still believe you have to experience all things by yourself.. all i can say is.. dad.. when this early maturing is a world trend.. it also means early rebellious stage..

but i'm very happy to see someone maturing through the ordeals of thinking-too-much.. and i believe he will succeed.. more successful than most of the people i know.. and for now i'll shut my door from the outside.. if you want my help.. come to me yourself..

unattainable dreams are the best kind..

Lost and found..

exam is finally coming to an end.. left with just one more subject and i'm done with it and next up is the performance.. after that is my one week trip back to taiwan.. and then end of june rehearsals for the Ballet Under The Star performance.. then after that is school plus choreographing for showcase and preparation for genting competition.. hmm.. guess i'm packed..

had the year end party on thursday night.. it's only then i realise.. nothing is more sad when everyone is feeling so happy but you just can't seem to be influenced.. walking to take bus home with my ear piece on.. it's only then i realise.. nothing is more lonely when walking alone with a street full of people and this sad tune keeps repeating as though resonating in your mind.. not that it's the first time.. but well.. i think i'm getting more sensitive recently..

side track a bit.. i feel that being abstract is a very big thing.. coz abtract is like giving you a tiny bit of information and you go figure it out yourself.. so you need to know everything about the subject before you can be abstract.. just like those buddhist sutra that says "sex is emptiness.. emptiness is sex" that kinda stuff.. it's like wadde hell is that.. but once you encounter things in your life that touches that sentence even for a bit.. you would be so inspired by that abstraction..

my lecturer was talking the other day about being confused about taking dance as a profession during our school life.. and she said she feel that i was the only one who doesn't sway.. but then.. is that even true? i suppose so.. if not i wouldn't have heck care about personal problems and continue to dance my way out..

keep that fire burning people..

sadness is to be kept.. happiness is to be spread..