散思

散开的思绪,在凌晨四点钟,漫步在伦敦的马路上。

看着那9 个deadlines,突然觉得 时间,好像在嘲笑着你。最近,也没干什么,就是徘徊在电脑和头脑之间,尽量把课业赶完。

这,也没什么。都第三年了,习惯了这种非人的生活。

可喜的是,最近倒是遇到一些贵人。开始读起了很多类型的课外读物,一个来到Imperial后,被遗忘了很久的兴趣。

可惜的是,太多的资讯,太少时间,太少精力;在取舍间,往往必须放置一旁。

突然发觉,原来,connecting the dots, 就能把所有东西连串在一起。看起来是失望的苦果,也可能是暗藏着甜蜜果汁。





随笔

最近,天气开始转暖了。天气的瞬间变化,让人无法理解;就像很多事物,依旧走在信念的钢线上。


功课,像往常一样,忙着的时候,也盲了双眼,对很多事情的视若无睹。结果是,灵感也像水蒸气般,蒸发掉了。

也不知道为什么,现在写起东西来,总是欠缺动力,这是最近才发现的。或许,少了生活上的体验,就不怎么想随便写写了。

没有内容的文章,就像没有灵魂的活尸体。Imperial生活的千篇一律,是当人家问起,你就会说,“你我都知道,我会给你什么答案。”

好像很久没有寄情于月了。告诉她,时间会轻轻地,把我想说的话,化成甜蜜的等待。

春季

很快的,又开课了约一个月。然后,一眨眼,第三年又快结束了。

今年的春季,确实有点不寻常。

不知道是内分泌失调(Endocrine Disorders),还是月经周期(Menstruation Cycle)乱掉, 冬季像秋天;春天却冷到你不断发抖,嘴巴也不经意地骂起三字经。

零下的温度,加上那不时会刮起的大风,要出门,都要三思。那美丽的公园,现在简直像个坟场,路过的,都走快两步。

谈到春季,当然少不了过年。

屈指一算,现在也有三年没回家过年了。但,托科技的发达,有了Skype这玩意儿,能够隔着荧幕,感受一下家人吃团圆饭, 和调皮表哥剥着柑皮,在你面前示威的表情。

这里的过年,就像在大马过着圣诞节,摆设是有,朋友一大群吃饭也有,就是进入不了那气氛。

只因,笑声下,都隐藏着游子的背影。

Budapest, a place where time stops to enjoy the wine and the jazz.


After all the complications, finally I can travel out of UK! (*yeepee-yeepee-yay-ing*).

It has been an amazing trip with more appreciation towards life and culture.  The time stops and flows with the rhythm of jazz, as well as with the aromatic Hungarian latte at the Central coffee shop. With a small slice of Kreme, a local pastry sandwiched with 2 inches thick of clotted cream, you smile at the sunny weather outside Ruszwurm, the oldest confectionery in Budapest.

Quoting it from a friend, “Be indifferent. Don’t rush into anything. You feel frustrated and disappointed only when you are rushing for the train.”  It changes my perspective in life, and with many recent happenings, this quote came quite timely I would say.   

This trip, with different travel partners, we initiated many random conversations, from philosophy to architecture, from arts to politics, from literature to history, and from coffee to wine. We also saw how different upbringings and experience managed to strike vibrant and diverse viewpoints on certain topics.

The city is full of sweet tranquility. Sitting in a decent restaurant, while savouring the tenderloin steak and drinking a glass of 0.1L Tokaji Azsu 3 puttonyos, we got to watch light, white fragments of sleet, showering outside the window, covering the pavements.

Or, when you are overlooking the whole city of Budapest, from the 400m St.Gelert’s Hill, under 4oCelcius, it’s just purely amazing. Witnessing a city with 1000 years in history, is like stepping on the stones and rocks in the Colosseum , a fulfillment you get when you visit the ancient ruins which live through the millennium.

Sometimes, when you are able to see how life can be transformed into a great feast of self-indulgence in a cultural or historical field trip, it reminds you that keeping your writing and travelling dreams are essential.

Taken @Budapest



















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Thousand beats of words

Heart beats fast
Colours and promises
How to be brave
How can I love when I'm afraid to fall
But watching you stand alone
All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow
One step closer

-Christina Perri, A Thousand Years


Warm wind breezes through, and it kisses your cheeks while you are busy thinking. 

The night in London is quiet. Speeches freeze in the mouth, and the expressions hide in the smile. 

White petals of the flowers, blend into the night with the longing to be held by a passer-by, when the warm wind touches them. 

Some fall, on the parchments with unknown scribbles, but familiar feelings. Some are gone with the wind, to the place over the rainbow, on the other side of the world.

Words are beautiful, because they are a string of alphabets, with spaces in between, which are filled by emotions and thoughts, depicting the untold stories. 

The young sailor thought so. 

He knows where is he sailing to, but he took a detour yesterday. And, that has made all the difference. 

The pearl he found on the detour, is a thousand years of vague memory, knocking the doorstep of his heart. 

He closes his eyes, and it becomes one step closer. 








When I look into your eyes
It's like watching the night sky
Or a beautiful sunrise
There's so much they hold


- 'I won't give up', Jason Mraz


The subtle tune that sings out your moods, does not always have to be fast and loud; with a little bit of pauses in between, you feel relaxed and at peace with the surroundings.

While I am listening to this song, I couldn't help but wonder, what if Jason Mraz, Colbie Caillat, Lady Antebellum, Bruno Mars and Boyce Avenue get together, to make a song?

"It would be a disaster", my heart whispers. Yes, it will.

Less is more, I thought.

Plucking the feelings, the guitar in my heart; seems like an endless waltz with the imagination of tomorrow. Best things in life are free, and they are real.

'Cause even the stars they burn
Some even fall to the earth
We've got a lot to learn
God knows we're worth it
No, I won't give up


The wave, quietly washes down the memories of yesterday; but it brings you the beautiful seashell that you never expect.

You sail out to the ocean, with the seashell, and your jar of heart, hoping to reach the horizon, some days.






送旧迎新

这个post的标题,似乎比较适合农历新年,但是,屈指一算,也有3年没回去过新年。在这里,已经习惯过着外国的新年了。

今年的31日,没有白色的雪花,只有绵绵细雨。

伦敦的步伐,依然是那么快。新年的气氛,应该只有在London Eye附近才会有吧!与朋友倒数了两年,觉得有点闷了。

或许,这一年,会选择呆在家里。

蓦然回首,(是老套了点,我承认。=p)今年,有一些大大小小的曲折;也有大大小小的惊喜。曲折,让我更坚持一些信念,也丢掉了一些自以为是的信念;惊喜,在我最不经意的转角处,让我遇见了。

虽然,还有许多未解的问题,但我相信,明年一定会更好!

祝所有的朋友、亲戚们,新年快乐。 =)


Hooligans in London

A truly memorable winter break, indeed.

The moment, for sure you will remember, till the end of your days. 

In a split second, the beautiful imagination crumbled. The bubble is lost in thin air.
Before you mourn the lost, you have to deal with it. 
There were not enough time for you to think about your lost. 

The angels, you once thought that they are the protectors of civilians, are in fact law-abidingly cruel creatures. 
Fate, is strange.
It came as nice and wonderful as a dream, and appeared as horrible and scary as a nightmare.
You came out from the building, 
looking up to the sky, 
telling yourself that it's over. 

The words are heavy. 
Because it's finally the time, where you have to admit that, your fight is over. 
People said that being defeated is optional, I would say this time, it's inevitable.

Fate, you win this time. Hands down. 
Digging the grave, to mourn the imagination of a lovely trip.
Planting the seeds of hope, to wish that it won't end as such. 

Twist and turn of fate, 
I sighed,
I wept, 
I was clueless.

冬天·旅行

初冬,雨。

今年的伦敦,进入冬天很久了,却还没有下雪。是有一点奇怪。

但是,天气依然寒冷。

学期已经结束了三天,等待的是冬季的旅行。一直以来,都很喜欢旅行,虽然很累,你却能看到很多网上,书上都描写不到的景色,心情,和思绪。

就好比,夏季时的布拉格(Prague),那下过雨后,凌晨五点早上的日出;春季的挪威(Norway),在400米高的山上,眺望着整个Bergen市镇(Travel in Norway)。

还有,夏季的罗马,在竞技场(Colosseum)里感受着2000年前,Gladiator的呐喊。

这一次的旅行,又会是怎么样的呢?

那些年,观后感。

原本,我以为我会错过那机会观看《那些年》。我是说,原本。

还没看,就已经爱上它的歌曲。《那些年》、《寂寞的咖啡因》、《孩子气》。重复连播了十几次,依然感动,依然动听。

这部戏,有点儿庸俗。语言挺粗的,可是,听了后,你不会觉得恶心,或者不舒服,反而因柯腾的豪迈,而会心一笑。其实,我也不晓得为什么。

还没来英国前,粗俗的言语,是家常便饭,就像当你在mamak档高谈阔论时,一时兴起,而冒出几句。来到了这里,变得文雅了。说话,开始学习别人的艺术。感情,也被压抑了。否则,你会被排斥到文化的边缘。

里头,一些镜头,或者一些情节,都恰到好处地,让我想起了些我高中时的场景。

因为为了完成一些学会事务,私自离开班上,结果全班十多位同学被那臭副校长鞭打;

因为英文老师责骂我们华校生头脑四方(不会转变),结果与另一位同学,凭着那不太流利的英语,与她辩论,也搬出了古代圣贤的智慧;

因为印刷班刊,结果惹怒了一些老师,冒着离校证书被没收的风险,我,第一次,看见大家团结的精神;

还有一些笨蛋巡查员,逼我绑鞋带;违抗体育老师,照样去踢足球;在班上,拿老师开玩笑,(可怜了我们的中文老师);老师也拿我们开玩笑,(bio 老师竟然连projector也不会用,还在那边像机器人般教书;Form 5新的 Physics老师,竟然说他,已经3年没教过物理了。)

比起柯腾,我们还算蛮好了。 呵呵。至少,我们都会穿衣服。

曾经在国民服役营里,经历过与柯景腾相似的情节。传短讯到睡觉;每个周末都打电话。虽然到最后,不了了之,或许有,也或许没有。可是,这些,都是那些年了。

这部戏,很好看,只因我们都在戏里找到了当年的自己。我们会情不自禁地扮演了柯景腾,或者沈佳宜的角色,而忆回当年。

唯一的遗憾是,我的中学生涯,没有太疯狂的回忆。我们都太乖了。

我们被告知,只有像沈佳宜的同学,可以得到奖学金,留学海外。老师,忘了提醒我们,只有像柯景腾的同学,才会有个完美的中学回忆。

柯同学说得好,“我敢跟你打赌,十年后,我连log是什么都不知道,还是能够活得好好的”。而我们,却把log和index都学得太好了,忘记什么是可以重学,什么不可以重来。

(看来,未来的我,一定会忘记什么是Fourier Transform 了)。

遗憾,因缺陷而完美。现在,我都听我的心,而不要在未来留下遗憾。不想在真实人生里,仰望着平行时空;想成为一个很厉害的人,让这个世界,因为有了我,而有一点点的不一样。

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