带你心飞你总是腼腆用幽默语言填满我心里的小缺陷灌溉满座花园让我住里面对你我怎么可能心不在焉你总是淘气用微笑双眼照亮我生活每个阴天编织整片屋檐让我躲里面对你我没有抱怨我为你泡的咖啡额外加了甜赶走夜的晕眩我为你准备一整年的喜悦一步一个脚印让幸福实现我喜欢你却又偏偏喜欢我零时差的拥有点燃温柔让孤单解冻小心翼翼享受你害羞逗留我喜欢追你却偏偏喜欢躲无条件的邂逅爱到现在刚好半生熟投递着微妙的感动
最怕空气突然安静最怕朋友突然的关心最怕回忆突然翻滚绞痛着不平息最怕突然听到你的消息想念如果会有声音不愿那是悲伤的哭泣事到如今终於让自已属於我自已只剩眼泪还骗不过自己突然好想你你会在哪里过的快乐或委屈突然好想你突然锋利的回忆突然模糊的眼睛我们像一首最美丽的歌曲变成两部悲伤的电影为什麽你带我走过最难忘的旅行然后留下最痛的纪念品我们那麽甜那麽美那麽相信那麽疯那麽热烈的曾经为何我们还是要奔向各自的幸福和遗憾中老去突然好想你你会在哪里过的快乐或委屈突然好想你突然锋利的回忆突然模糊的眼睛最怕空气突然安静最怕朋友突然的关心最怕回忆突然翻滚绞痛着不平息最怕突然听到你的消息最怕此生已经决定自己过没有你却又突然听到你的消息
Friday, January 30, 2009
爱情是一种怪事我开始全身不受控制爱情是一种本事我开始连自己都不是为你我做了太多的傻事第一件就是为你写诗为你写诗为你静止为你做不可能的事为你我学会弹琴写词为你失去理智为你写诗为你静止为你做不可能的事为你弹奏所有情歌的句子我忘了说最美的是你的名字爱情是一种怪事你的笑容是唯一宗旨爱情是一种本事我在你心里什么位子为你我做了太多的傻事第一件就是为你写诗为你写诗为你静止为你做不可能的事为你我学会弹琴写词为你失去理智为你写诗为你静止为你做不可能的事为你弹奏所有情歌的句子我忘了说最美的是你的名字为你写诗为你静止为你做不可能的事为你我学会弹琴写词为你失去理智为你写诗为你静止为你做不可能的事为你弹奏所有情歌的句子我忘了说最美的是你的名字我什么都能忘记但唯一不忘是你的名字我什么都能忘记但唯一不忘是你的样子我什么都能忘记但唯一不忘是你的名字我什么都能忘记但唯一不忘是你的样子~~
五月天-你不是真正的快乐飞叶在线放飞心情人群中哭着你只想变成透明的颜色你再也不会梦或痛或心动了你已经决定了你已经决定了你静静忍着紧紧把昨天在拳心握着而回忆越是甜就是越伤人了越是在手心留下密密麻麻深深浅浅的刀割你不是真正的快乐你的笑只是你穿的保护色你决定不恨了也决定不爱了把你的灵魂关在永远锁上的躯壳这世界笑了於是你合群的一起笑了当生存是规则不是你的选择於是你含着眼泪飘飘荡荡跌跌撞撞的走着你不是真正的快乐你的笑只是你穿的保护色你决定不恨了也决定不爱了把你的灵魂关在永远锁上的躯壳你不是真正的快乐你的伤从不肯完全的愈合我站在你左侧却像隔着银河难道就真的抱着遗憾一直到老了然后才后悔着你不是真正的快乐你的笑只是你穿的保护色你决定不恨了也决定不爱了把你的灵魂关在永远锁上的躯壳你不是真正的快乐你的伤从不肯完全的愈合我站在你左侧却像隔着银河难道就真的抱着遗憾一直到老了你值得真正的快乐你应该脱下你穿的保护色为什麽失去了还要被惩罚呢能不能就让悲伤全部结束在此刻重新开始活着
五月天-你不是真正的快乐飞叶在线放飞心情人群中哭着你只想变成透明的颜色你再也不会梦或痛或心动了你已经决定了你已经决定了你静静忍着紧紧把昨天在拳心握着而回忆越是甜就是越伤人了越是在手心留下密密麻麻深深浅浅的刀割你不是真正的快乐你的笑只是你穿的保护色你决定不恨了也决定不爱了把你的灵魂关在永远锁上的躯壳这世界笑了於是你合群的一起笑了当生存是规则不是你的选择於是你含着眼泪飘飘荡荡跌跌撞撞的走着你不是真正的快乐你的笑只是你穿的保护色你决定不恨了也决定不爱了把你的灵魂关在永远锁上的躯壳你不是真正的快乐你的伤从不肯完全的愈合我站在你左侧却像隔着银河难道就真的抱着遗憾一直到老了然后才后悔着你不是真正的快乐你的笑只是你穿的保护色你决定不恨了也决定不爱了把你的灵魂关在永远锁上的躯壳你不是真正的快乐你的伤从不肯完全的愈合我站在你左侧却像隔着银河难道就真的抱着遗憾一直到老了你值得真正的快乐你应该脱下你穿的保护色为什麽失去了还要被惩罚呢能不能就让悲伤全部结束在此刻重新开始活着
Thursday, January 29, 2009
In mirth
The time now is 1.29am in the morning. The mood is languid and I am struggling. I have not been a faithful companion of this blog. No constant updates or pouring of my feelings. Just an occasional glance and some perfuctionary posts.
At times I feel I have plenty to confide in you and yet when the time comes when I am seated in front of the comp, the words dry up and the brain goes awry. Came across this messy poem:
When you entered my life
it became lufe because U are in it and
it really sounds like love.
Now bees think I am their hive
coz sweetness has become a habit
its only you whom I serve
In that lorry that you drive
you are still a pretty girl every bit
while I admire in mirth
I promise to take you on a dive
then we will munch on lobsters as tibit
watching the sun set in Perth
So in love I won't skive
protecting you as long as my heart will beat
with all the love you deserve
I should really go to sleep because I am seeing pink elephants already.
At times I feel I have plenty to confide in you and yet when the time comes when I am seated in front of the comp, the words dry up and the brain goes awry. Came across this messy poem:
When you entered my life
it became lufe because U are in it and
it really sounds like love.
Now bees think I am their hive
coz sweetness has become a habit
its only you whom I serve
In that lorry that you drive
you are still a pretty girl every bit
while I admire in mirth
I promise to take you on a dive
then we will munch on lobsters as tibit
watching the sun set in Perth
So in love I won't skive
protecting you as long as my heart will beat
with all the love you deserve
I should really go to sleep because I am seeing pink elephants already.
Tuesday, January 06, 2009
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
1st day in Japan
The time is 1.24 am in Yokohama. I am seated on my bed, with my laptop and the TV on. Right now I am staying at Shin Yokohama Prince Hotel. A garantuan 42 storey modern themed hotel situated in the heart of Shin Yokohama.
Today was not a very good day to tour the place although I did go to Tokyo for lunch. IT is pretty amazing stuff considering that last friday I was still worrying my ass off whether I can handle the EOPT. Right now I am enjoying superb Japanese hotel services or rather courtesy because they are great at offering you services.
I arrived at NArita airport at 7.15am an hour later than Singapore's time. It is indeed a wonderful place, Japan. Everyone is unbelievably pleasant and helpful. Except I really cannot make head or tail what they are trying to say. It all sounds like a gigantic porn movie without the porn. Not that I have watched many but perhaps it might be a good way to improve my Japanese.
So there is this Limosine bus which took me straight to my hotel from the airport. A journey that lasted the whole of 2 hours. The wind was cold and the rain started falling in bits and pieces. Much like raining water crumbs. As the clock continue the its circular motion of its limbs, the temperature fell further and by the time I got to the hotel, it was really too cold to be going anywhere. The raindrops conspired to take away more heat from us.
I was told at the checkin at the hotel that the room is only available at 2pm. Something which I encountered during my trip to Ansaca Hotel in KL. So at 9.20am local time, I was left with the option of paying 1500 yen for each hour earlier I decided to check in or just hanging around and explore the place abit.
Despite the icy breath of nature abound outside, I decided to chance my thick layer of cold resistance fat against the peri-zero conditions. I started out by making a short run over to the mall just besides the hotel. With Yoshinoya and KFC in sight, there was a chance to settle in with some familiar food before I experience with something more adventurous. The whole menu was different for both restaurants but at least the cashier speaks good english at KEnturket Fried Chicken. She looked Fillipino but with a Japanese name I felt inappropriate to bring my curiosity further. The food over here is expensive. With a simple burger and drink costing almost 450 yen. That is around 8 bucks in Sing dollars.
By dinner time I had gotten over the huge price tags and decided that a $20-$30 dollar meal is acceptable for a few days. But back to morning, the kind lady took about 20 minutes or so and involved almost every staff just to answer my question of how to get to Tokyo cheaply and fast from Shin Yokohama. I was really touched by her heart of servitude and she even GAVE me an umbrella because she saw that I was not carrying any. She was phillipino looking and had dark skin and big nose, not to mention the Ronald Macdonald smile. Quite ironic considering that she is working in KFC. BUt i am truly grateful to her assistance because even with her advice, I got stumped a few times by the massive number of lines and train services at their interchange. She is definitely in possession of a gorgeous personality. By the way, another lady waitress who seemed to be in her 40s looks quite delicate and attractive for a 40-year-old. That was a trend I noticed, even the old girls here look quite decent. I began to wonder why so many of them look like Taitais with their big and expensive fur coat,classy boots and elegant gloves. Then I realized maybe they are really Taitais. The devilish part of me wonder if they worked part time to earn more income for the family.
Getting to Tokyo was a rather arduous affair. Taking the subway from Shin Yokohama to Yokohama was relatively fast and straight forward. But at Yokohama there are so many interconnected lines that it gave me a headache trying to figure just where is the correct line. I even spent 10 minutes studying a map of the route of one of the lines before the policeman told me I am at the wrong place. Finding the correct Tokaido line proved to be much more difficult than I orginally envisage. YEt getting back from Shin Yokohama was a much more direct and easy matter . Mainly because I have such a good memory for places.
I had wanted to go to the Imperial palace near Tokyo station but the heavens were not helping me. With the rain showing no signs of abatement, the cold wind proving too much for my lipo covering and jacket, I had no choice but to stay within the shopping malls. There was a food street which looks more like a food town. There were just so many interconnected streets and shops which made it definitely easy for me to lose my way. I was still getting to get used to the price, because everytime I convert the quoted price back to SIng, I was left gasping. SO i headed down to Daimaru and bought a ten piece sushi for 780 yen and a ebi for 280 yen. Green tea was 240. So that became my lunch, something detrimental to my wallet but still healthier than dining at those ramen or sushi shops. Finding a place to sit was the more tiring and monumentous task of my day. There were simply no seats to be had in that 100 acre of shopping and commerical district. Not that I am sure of how big exactly is 100 acre. I meant it figuratively. But there were really no seats. Except for a row of REST station where there were about 10 seats but they were all occupied. I suspect that those who sat on it gave people an impression of being downtrodden and jobless. Either it is the seats or they are really wandering souls.
So after half an hour or meaningless walk through the whole area and not really paying attention to the shops and surroundings we found some benches marginally beneath the external edge of the compound/ It was sort of a waiting place for people looking to embark on long distance journey to other parts of Japan. ok I mean it is a bus stop.
At first the bus was blocking the rain so I put up with the poisoneous fumes emitted passionately whenever the bus arrives or takes off. Even so, it was still cold. And towards the end, the buses started to run out and I was left with little cover and had to finish my cold sushi meal with my muscles in overdrive shivering.
That was when I decided I had enough and shall not scrap and save for any more meals here. After all it is only 4 more days and with so many top notched chefs and famous eateries around I am not doing myself a favour.
I made my way back after lunch and checked into my room on the 23rd floor. It overlooks the city and now the traffic has ceased to random moving spotlight once in a while. There is a pay TV for porn for 1000 yen in my room. You have to get this TV card from the vending machine outside. I slept straight away because I did not do so on the plane. With the inflight entertainment screening of Batman plus the attractive stewardesses proving too great an impetus not to sleep.
I had wanted to wake at 6 to explore the city but only managed to pry my eyes open at 9.30pm. So it was just a short trip around the area to get my dinner and I settled for Pizza. I should really be eating more Japanese food rather than Italian food. But more shops are closing and it was really hard to decide which was worth a punt. So I ordered a cheesy pizza and a cake. The cake was definitely worth every penny and must be one of the best I had ever tasted this year. It is a layered fruit cake with dough and egg layers interpersed by delicious cream and sliced picecs of fruits. Describing it hardly do any justice. I shall let my waistline bear testimony to the satisfaction I felt eating the cake.
So at 11pm I realized the time was right. So I took a 1000 yen and made my way out. The selection was immense and I was really impressed with the Japanese for being able to make everything vendingmachined. OF course I am not talking about the pay card that was required for me to watch porn. It is the vending machines on level one where I can get hotdogs and chicken pieces and ice cream and soft drinks and beer.
Too bad it was not a day I got to know more about Japanese culture and the places but hey at least I got a few shots with the staff at the Italian restuarants to show!
Today was not a very good day to tour the place although I did go to Tokyo for lunch. IT is pretty amazing stuff considering that last friday I was still worrying my ass off whether I can handle the EOPT. Right now I am enjoying superb Japanese hotel services or rather courtesy because they are great at offering you services.
I arrived at NArita airport at 7.15am an hour later than Singapore's time. It is indeed a wonderful place, Japan. Everyone is unbelievably pleasant and helpful. Except I really cannot make head or tail what they are trying to say. It all sounds like a gigantic porn movie without the porn. Not that I have watched many but perhaps it might be a good way to improve my Japanese.
So there is this Limosine bus which took me straight to my hotel from the airport. A journey that lasted the whole of 2 hours. The wind was cold and the rain started falling in bits and pieces. Much like raining water crumbs. As the clock continue the its circular motion of its limbs, the temperature fell further and by the time I got to the hotel, it was really too cold to be going anywhere. The raindrops conspired to take away more heat from us.
I was told at the checkin at the hotel that the room is only available at 2pm. Something which I encountered during my trip to Ansaca Hotel in KL. So at 9.20am local time, I was left with the option of paying 1500 yen for each hour earlier I decided to check in or just hanging around and explore the place abit.
Despite the icy breath of nature abound outside, I decided to chance my thick layer of cold resistance fat against the peri-zero conditions. I started out by making a short run over to the mall just besides the hotel. With Yoshinoya and KFC in sight, there was a chance to settle in with some familiar food before I experience with something more adventurous. The whole menu was different for both restaurants but at least the cashier speaks good english at KEnturket Fried Chicken. She looked Fillipino but with a Japanese name I felt inappropriate to bring my curiosity further. The food over here is expensive. With a simple burger and drink costing almost 450 yen. That is around 8 bucks in Sing dollars.
By dinner time I had gotten over the huge price tags and decided that a $20-$30 dollar meal is acceptable for a few days. But back to morning, the kind lady took about 20 minutes or so and involved almost every staff just to answer my question of how to get to Tokyo cheaply and fast from Shin Yokohama. I was really touched by her heart of servitude and she even GAVE me an umbrella because she saw that I was not carrying any. She was phillipino looking and had dark skin and big nose, not to mention the Ronald Macdonald smile. Quite ironic considering that she is working in KFC. BUt i am truly grateful to her assistance because even with her advice, I got stumped a few times by the massive number of lines and train services at their interchange. She is definitely in possession of a gorgeous personality. By the way, another lady waitress who seemed to be in her 40s looks quite delicate and attractive for a 40-year-old. That was a trend I noticed, even the old girls here look quite decent. I began to wonder why so many of them look like Taitais with their big and expensive fur coat,classy boots and elegant gloves. Then I realized maybe they are really Taitais. The devilish part of me wonder if they worked part time to earn more income for the family.
Getting to Tokyo was a rather arduous affair. Taking the subway from Shin Yokohama to Yokohama was relatively fast and straight forward. But at Yokohama there are so many interconnected lines that it gave me a headache trying to figure just where is the correct line. I even spent 10 minutes studying a map of the route of one of the lines before the policeman told me I am at the wrong place. Finding the correct Tokaido line proved to be much more difficult than I orginally envisage. YEt getting back from Shin Yokohama was a much more direct and easy matter . Mainly because I have such a good memory for places.
I had wanted to go to the Imperial palace near Tokyo station but the heavens were not helping me. With the rain showing no signs of abatement, the cold wind proving too much for my lipo covering and jacket, I had no choice but to stay within the shopping malls. There was a food street which looks more like a food town. There were just so many interconnected streets and shops which made it definitely easy for me to lose my way. I was still getting to get used to the price, because everytime I convert the quoted price back to SIng, I was left gasping. SO i headed down to Daimaru and bought a ten piece sushi for 780 yen and a ebi for 280 yen. Green tea was 240. So that became my lunch, something detrimental to my wallet but still healthier than dining at those ramen or sushi shops. Finding a place to sit was the more tiring and monumentous task of my day. There were simply no seats to be had in that 100 acre of shopping and commerical district. Not that I am sure of how big exactly is 100 acre. I meant it figuratively. But there were really no seats. Except for a row of REST station where there were about 10 seats but they were all occupied. I suspect that those who sat on it gave people an impression of being downtrodden and jobless. Either it is the seats or they are really wandering souls.
So after half an hour or meaningless walk through the whole area and not really paying attention to the shops and surroundings we found some benches marginally beneath the external edge of the compound/ It was sort of a waiting place for people looking to embark on long distance journey to other parts of Japan. ok I mean it is a bus stop.
At first the bus was blocking the rain so I put up with the poisoneous fumes emitted passionately whenever the bus arrives or takes off. Even so, it was still cold. And towards the end, the buses started to run out and I was left with little cover and had to finish my cold sushi meal with my muscles in overdrive shivering.
That was when I decided I had enough and shall not scrap and save for any more meals here. After all it is only 4 more days and with so many top notched chefs and famous eateries around I am not doing myself a favour.
I made my way back after lunch and checked into my room on the 23rd floor. It overlooks the city and now the traffic has ceased to random moving spotlight once in a while. There is a pay TV for porn for 1000 yen in my room. You have to get this TV card from the vending machine outside. I slept straight away because I did not do so on the plane. With the inflight entertainment screening of Batman plus the attractive stewardesses proving too great an impetus not to sleep.
I had wanted to wake at 6 to explore the city but only managed to pry my eyes open at 9.30pm. So it was just a short trip around the area to get my dinner and I settled for Pizza. I should really be eating more Japanese food rather than Italian food. But more shops are closing and it was really hard to decide which was worth a punt. So I ordered a cheesy pizza and a cake. The cake was definitely worth every penny and must be one of the best I had ever tasted this year. It is a layered fruit cake with dough and egg layers interpersed by delicious cream and sliced picecs of fruits. Describing it hardly do any justice. I shall let my waistline bear testimony to the satisfaction I felt eating the cake.
So at 11pm I realized the time was right. So I took a 1000 yen and made my way out. The selection was immense and I was really impressed with the Japanese for being able to make everything vendingmachined. OF course I am not talking about the pay card that was required for me to watch porn. It is the vending machines on level one where I can get hotdogs and chicken pieces and ice cream and soft drinks and beer.
Too bad it was not a day I got to know more about Japanese culture and the places but hey at least I got a few shots with the staff at the Italian restuarants to show!
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