照片

泛黄的照片，贴在外婆家的冰箱外。那是一张十年前拍的全家福。

那时，我还小，坐在椅子上，呆呆地看向镜头。表弟们一个坐在他妈妈的脚上，另一个则被女佣抱着。妈妈和阿姨们也看向镜头，摆出甜美的笑容。当时流行的发型和今日的不同，所以他们也留了长发，或是到肩膀长度的发型。他们年轻多了。外婆的身形比现在稍微胖了一点，但就那么一点。她对着镜头，也是微微笑了。

外公则坐在中间。因为找了服务员帮忙拍摄，所以每个人都围在外公身边，对着镜头，笑了。

十几年来，照片中的人都已经老了。

这十几年，我发现自己成长了许多。除了在学校向老师学了满脑子的理论、知识，我也向朋友、同学身上得到很多启发。这些年，我看着自己从一个稚气的小孩，时时刻刻都只想到自己的利益，以至今天，成了一个更懂得替别人着想的青年。用‘更’一字，是作为比较，因为我能进步的空间还是很大。

十几年来，我理清了自己的思绪、目标。或许之前对于教育觉得乏味、普通，但我想，这或许是我该走的路吧。常识了许多不同的东西，当中也立志想成为- 理发师，广播员等，但似乎有点不太实际。反正现在开始教书，觉得至少起跑点是不难的。或许吧，哈哈。

朋友方面，只能说自己真的烂透了。可能是自己‘自闭’的性格，导致我平日也只和几个‘极熟’的朋友保持联络，所以其实也没什么朋友。再者，上中学的期间，我不也一手将原本好好的友情，亲手毁灭吗？当然，那是不忍心、极为不想的，但噩梦始终还是发生。后悔吗？有。难过吗？非常。

所以当自己偶然听到周遭朋友说起在认识的人当中，有人和自己好友‘恩断义绝’时，真的觉得不值。在一起度过快乐的时光，哪怕只是用在读书、闲聊上，但还是宝贵的，无法取代的。更何况，如果这段友谊已持续好几年，那毁于一时，就太可惜了！

‘在感情的路上，总是有一方付出双倍的努力，因为他更在乎这段感情。所以当感情不再存在时，他也感到双倍的痛苦。这种痛苦很难治疗，因为就连时间都可能无法把它吹淡。’

我想，现在应该再拍一张全家福。接下来十年会发生的一切，很难预料，而人，也未必都还会在。是时候把泛黄的照片收起，把它镶起来，再贴上新的一张。

下一张照片会更漂亮，因为我们都更有韵味了。我还会笑，就像小时候一样笑，也替去世的外公笑一笑。

景点

其实本地也没多少游玩的地方。

蛮可悲、可嫌的。哈哈。

ok，今天我和一位小妹妹出门，猜我们去哪里？？？

YES- National Library. 虽然环境清幽，可是我们毕竟常去那里，就像我们回家一样。Anyway, 经过多个小时的游手好闲及空洞的闲逛、闲聊，我们到了滨海艺术中心附近去逛！


夕阳西下的美景... DNA 桥好像已建好，可是走到尽头又好像什么都没有！！

佳人回眸一笑之照！哈哈~~ please do not tickle me tmr! :p

多迷人的背影！:)

最后的合照！哈哈~~

一整天下来是很慢无目的啦。。而且一直想到那天和朋友们约会前，他们在前晚去google 找本地有趣的地方。。结果选择了vivo！is like OMG ~~ 哈哈。。不知去了几次了。。

Anyway，晚安！

尊师

自己当了老师，突然想念起教过我的老师。刚好有空，所以看了一位老师的博克。

那是去年写的。

她说，教书的乐趣，在于看到学生的努力、毅力，以及他们对于学习的热忱，和老师的交流。老师变成是我们的朋友；在教导我们的同时，也与我们玩乐，一起度过美丽的时光。

我们结伴去吃，曾在校园的餐馆，在街上专卖粥的餐厅，甚至是酒楼，一同用餐。吃了很多顿。那些一群人聚在一起的时光，总让人记忆犹新。记得去‘粥’餐馆当晚，我们一群人像是无家可归的难民，穿上薄薄的寒衣，带上雨伞，走出了校园。一路上，虽然细雨蒙蒙，我们却有说有笑，不时传出令旁人看向我们的笑声。笑声很大，很吵。就一路走，我们走到了。

我们吃着热腾腾的粥，用它舒服的温暖，替我们抵御寒冷。那天，像是昨天，却不是昨天。

女友说，希望自己可以每天抽空，写下对于武汉的回忆，因为怕自己哪一天，把这段回忆淡忘了。我抢先一步。真的想念老师，因为他们使这趟学习之旅不再乏味。

我希望我能哭，因为哭出来，或许可以减轻思念的沉重。但我怕，越哭，越伤心。

道路

几个月前，外公过世了。他的人生道路已尽，或许再往前看，已不是道路，而是一堵墙。

没路了，所以，不能走了。

原来，生命很脆弱；原来，有时候，道路不一定为你而铺好，反而是当你走错方向，误入歧途时，你面前已无去路。当然，时间像是洪水-你不可能逆它而游，所以当它冲向你时，在没有去路的情况下，唯有死了。

死，可怕吗？或许，在你离开这世界的前几秒，你这一生的经历将像是一幕幕幻影，在你眼前闪过。

当然，对于现在的我们，前方的道路还很远，方向也很多，只是，不可能回头。

所幸，有人发明了照相机，让人生道路中每个岔口的美好回忆能定格下来，作为永恒的收藏。


这是2008 年末和一家人去珠海、深圳的照片。世界之窗的一日游，把各地的风景呈现在我们眼前。

冰凉的微风，不免被烈阳减去几分‘寒意’，却还是令我们穿上大衣，避免着凉。那是在欢乐谷的回忆；我想，欢乐，不止因为风景宜人，而是因为我们在人生道路上一起碰面，逗留了。

2009年- 那是何等开心的一年！记得我们浩浩荡荡地飘洋过海来到武汉，浸入、学习。很庆幸，有机会多认识身旁的好友。以上是梦琪，在镜头前摆上最自信的一面。眼神说道：“我们吃饱了，真满足！”

两位照相的同学，不幸被本人偷拍。当然，他们不知。知道了，也只会静静盯着照片，因为心中的感慨，难以启齿。

多撩人的画面！胜利的笑容，因为我们虏获了对方的身体，不，是心。这手一套，就是套上一辈子了。

我想我的道路并不完美，也不精彩，但却有值得我追忆的地方。每个岔口都不同，有些带着泪，有些则是笑过头，流眼泪了。

走吧、走吧，下个路口等着呢。

Letter from Mr. Technology

Humans

19 April 2010

Dear Sir and Madam

Muhahaha! As you are reading this, you are probably near a computer, and that means you are taking in all the radiation we are emitting! Hahaha!!

You silly humans probably think radiation from computers may be weak, but as time passes, what's to say you won't already have absorbed so much frequency as to cause you substantial health damage?

Well well. I don't mind telling you, but what's really the killer are the side and back portions of computers; the front side is the one with the weakest frequency. Also, your handphone is trying its very best to send signals into your brain, altering it, destroying it- you never know! Aww, all you care about is your convenience, eh?

Point to note: well, you can always turn off your phones when you sleep, or put it far away; you can try placing it into your bags when you go out, instead of leaving them in the pockets. When at home, you could ventilate your room and prevent the the frequency from accumulating; or you could just eat some fruits rich in Vitamin A and C to combat the toxins already in your body.

Argh, I could tell you everything, but I won't! What can you sick weaklings do? Boycott us? You won't! You'll probably forget all I've told you after this post, or just shrug it off. Heh heh. That means we've won.

Winning feels good. Too bad there won't be many of you left by that time.

Enjoy your last moments.

With increasing frequency,
Mr Technology.

Long trip ago

Today, I shall do some travel writing. It has some good that must be stated :

1) There is no porn, so it WILL do you good.
2) There are pictures.
3) There is no porn.

So this was from a few weeks ago. On that hot and dreary day, just after my LONG period of attachment, I took the night bus with my family to Cameron Highlands.

As dawn approaches, droplets of dew are formed on the window,casting a shadowy yet romantic light upon the small town at the foot of the mountains. As you are ensconced in the comfort of your seat, it is little wonder all you can think of is your relaxing trip ahead.

In the event that you feel inclined to explore the nearby area, here is a suggestion: the small town situated at the middle of the mountain region. Here, restaurants are readily found, and you can order from a large variety of food, from Western cuisines to local favourites. A word of caution, though. Food served here is slightly different from what we usually see in Singapore, be it the taste, portion or even the looks. Nonetheless, they are delicacies.

After a hearty lunch, why not drop by the well-known strawberry farm? Here you can find rows of strawberry shrubs/ plants planted neatly, all cared for by the farmers in the best way possible. Perhaps the most fun you can have is to enter the inner premises and pluck the strawberries on your own. Not only can you spend some time in touch with nature, you can also have as many strawberries as you desire. Do note that fees are imposed for the amount of strawberries that you pick. There is no free lunch, not even fruits.

And so, here is the quiet little town we know as Cameron Highlands. Without extravagant electrical appliances and away from the hustle and bustle of the cities, this quaint little town offers one of the most therapeutic spots to leave behind your troubles. Simply take a stroll, or two, in the streets, where all you can find are vendors selling vegetables and handicrafts, and you will once again remember what it feels like to be carefree.

This is the paronamic view of the Genting Highlands. After a frew days up in the Cameron, we took a bus to Genting where we experienced another kind of therapy- retail!

All I'm saying is this- do take time off to smell the roses. You never know what treasures are in store for you; it is a whole new world out there, and all it takes, is some of your time.

Of course, don't forget to pay.

Taking the train

A curse has been laid on us! Humans beware!! (Save . . . mE... Aargh!)

Anyway. It's not that serious. Seriously. It's not like we're facing global warming or the sweltering sun that's beating down on us or lack of money or having to wait for letters from universities or having to exercise daily. Nope, it's just that the peak hour crowd is real horible, so horrible I spelled my first 'horible' with only one 'r'.

So I was waiting for the train to come at about fifteen minutes past six, and there were like so many people waiting. You would think Super Junior was taking a ride in the train, or even 183 club was waving to fans from the train. But no, the train just had MORE passengers. So it arrived, and hey, stop squeezing! I'm not losing to you! Hey that's my space! Get lost! No, hey!, wait!, I'm not in yet!

Chaos burst forth like when you just had meat if you're a vegetarian, or if you had too much 鲁肉饭. People rushed for the train, like it was the only raft in the sea. So they took the lifeline, and those who were just a fraction slower than them? Well, they just had to wait for the next train to come along to smell the armpit of the passengers.

I solemnly swear that I will not bore readers with my account of the whole journey home, because it took almost 2 hours. It's something like you have to walk twenty minutes home from the coffee shop that's just below your apartment. The jam is terrible, everyone.

So the curse? Well, it depends on the way you see it. Either you think it's the way selfishness rears its head in people, or you can think of it as a contagious disease from breathing in too much armpit stench.

It.. appears that ... my. ..br..eath i..s. ...shortening. I must. ..g.et my v...entilato..r no..w. You.... MUST be careful....

*vomits*

Looking back. (Part 1)

This post is not aimed at achieving nostalgic effects; rather, this is to help readers (me) gain insights into an otherwise FUN-FILLED life.

I was born in 1990. The next few years passed by so fast, I think I just slept through them. Even at the tender age of 13, I think I was not even really conscious back then. Anyway, Sec 1 life was no bed of roses, for yours truly had to live through Art, which was certainly more than any ordinary human could take. But I, being the Michaelangelo that I was, enraptured the class with my depictions of subjects from sea creatures to doodling. By the way, it was no mean feat painting two fish heads that resembled real ones so much, the invigilator had to pause in her steps and took a second look. Of course, she never ate fish again (just kidding!)

In 2004, I was officially officiated as the newest member of the biggest wushu clan in my estate. You see, I had to go through multiple tasks, such as crossing the road, finding my way to the obscured office and finally putting my name down on the namelist.

I was in!

And I proceeded to the class on that day, and carefully observed how the moves were made. Kicks flew, punches were thrown, and hey!, that was my nose! You hurt me you silly ************ !!!

Ok I didn't get kicked. I just walked home.

Next Sunday I just put on the nicest singlet I had, and with a shrug of my shoulders, flew down the window and landed in the middle of the courtyard. Everyone applauded!! Yeah!!

And so I learnt new moves, and believe it or not, I got the green belt!

Sigh. Alas, it was time to bail. (Before that I performed for an event too!) 'O' Levels exams was coming, so in 2006, after more than a year of sparring, I gave up my title as Champion and focused on my studies.

And by the time you read this, dear readers, I'm sure you feel nostalgic about your life. I would invite you to write in, but surely, your life isn't as interesting, and so, please don't.

Salvation!

April 7 2010 VERY HOT

Long gone are the moments of anticipation..... for I got accepted into NTU! *ROAR*

The weather was HOT, but it had no effect on my rapidly-pounding heart that was turning 'cold' upon seeing the letter in the mail box. There it laid, a thin fragile envelope, waiting to be opened, to be read.

'Dear Desmond, we are pleased to inform you that your application into the following course has been approved....'

And so an offer has been made. *Relief* It might not be the most coveted course, but it's a course nonetheless, and as of now, I WILL be continuing my studies.

Next will be the letter from SMU stating whether or not I've been accepted. *shivers*

On a different note, everyone's driven crazy by the coding assignment. Suppose a sentence's classification is debatable, all you have to do is stick to your decision and defend the best that you can when the need arises.

"I think you can put under 'English' cos it seems to be influenced by it" A says.

"But you can also think of it from the dialect perspective." Teacher says.

"Ok, both also can." Teacher agrees.

So Teacher sends another e-mail to everyone:

'Hi all helpers (normally we just say 'hi all')

As just now we have some debates about whether which one is beter for the sentential level, if you got any problem you can e-mail to me. But I will be away for some time becos I will be having a concert of course sing chinese songs becos I have PHD in Chinese.

Please find attached the latest version of the scheme. I know is already version 10 but we must keep changing. Xie Xie.

Ah-mei.'

And so hopefully Ah-mei returns early cos we may need her to explain her e-mail before we start encoding.