thoughtshowerings

If you had all the money in the world, which includes liquid and non-liquid assets, what would you do? I like to conjure up such fantasies when I'm doing long distance running, like 10km or more to distract myself. Here's my list! 1) Sell the current house. Buy a bungalow with an obscenely large garden space just for running. With a pool that's attached to a cozy jacuzzi. A sizeable trampoline. A considerably large tree that has a swing attached to one of its branches. Open roof top with bbq facilities. Of course it has to be in the east. I like the east side. 2) Get sister a nice car. 3) Get dad an awesome kick ass car. 4) Get mom a diamond ring that is still very much visible from 10m away 5) Buy an island of my own. 6) Employ thugs to round up people whom I have a personal grievance and have them ship to Mozambique 7) Buy a large area of the ocean that no countries own (wait...who do I pay?) and proceed with land reclaimation into the shape of my face. If Dubai can do t...

I miss the old days. Sigh... Feels like I am getting old and reminiscent. But the old days were really good! You meet people whom you cared about every single day, none of those days felt wasted. Schooling days were the best!

Something must be wrong with me. I keep thinking about the same thing over and over again. Its like an obsessive compulsive disorder, I think about it involuntarily. It seeps into my mind, slowly, silently, undetected like poison. Like ink squirted carefully into a tank of pristine waters, it congregates for a split second, before unfolding itself like wisps of smoke in air, spreading, diffusing. Clouding the entire tank in a fascinating manner. You would think that eventually I will succumb to its deathly grip and act out in accordance to the thing that has been swirling incessantly and involuntarily around my head, right? (And no, it is not some or any nor even close to any lewd acts.) Wrong. As much as a huge part of me wants to abandon everything at hand immediately and rush out, literally running to do it, a small minute but strong part holds on, refusing to let me. Shit. The above sentence sounds completely incomprehensible except when I read it myself. Its peppered with weird s...

How true. Even in our country that strives so hard in being "perfect". Damn racism. And damn those that pretend to embrace differences because of the fear of social stigma arising from racism.

I am a Werd, A Word Nerd. I enjoy obscenely long readings, provided that there are good, of course. Short paragraphs and thin books make me feel cheated of my time.

n 年的感情路 n 年 n x 365天 n x 365 x 60 分钟 n年的感情， 好像好久，但是又在不知不觉中流失。 行驶在这条感情路上就有如开着一辆车子，你必须先了解车子的性能和操作，才能有自信的掌握控盘和手挡使车子前进。 每当我们见面时，就好比车子架近路灯。 一小段的高速公路在眼前亮起，把黑暗隔绝开，让人感到安心。 但灯光短暂，继续前进，离开了灯火的守护圈， 公路又回到一片漆黑。 幸好在长长的感情公路上，每当离开黑暗再不久时又会回到灯火的照耀下。 但路不可能永远平稳直行。 有的时候路上堆满泥沙，使车子难行。 很不幸时可能迷失了方向，兜了好多个圈子但最终回到了原点。 但这些都是小问题。 和感情一样，彼此都不怕争吵。只要打闹一番后，向对方道歉，大家感情仍然如初。 很久不见，但只要有心，没三两下功夫便能从新来过。 最糟的是遇见浓雾或恶劣的天气。前方的路看不清，后方侧模糊。 大家有很多感触，许多感想想说出口，但话却哽在喉咙。 见到对方却好比有着一片汪洋碧海相隔。 彼此都摸不着彼此的心，只能 猜。 这样，好吗？ 车子不断前进，离开了一盏盏的路灯。 但它最终的目的地是哪儿？