学会的东西越来越多，学不会的东西，却还是那一样。有时候的确会憎恨自己为什么到了今时今日，还是学不会那样东西。
是害怕的心理，还是脑袋的笨蛋？
有勇无谋地前进，却不知道原来还在原地踏步，又或者很可能还在搞砸某些东西。由古至今，只有以退为进，是没有以进为退的，看来我是个史无前例的笨蛋。
抱歉的话语，也说过很多遍，如果我自己不再改进，我很可能就会把自己推进死胡同里，进而把事件搞坏。
没想到，最难跨越的是思维障碍。
26 November 2012
19 November 2012
The Nauticalia-Music Never Dies
They are always there. The same group of people, but different types of melodies.
I have been going there since 1st year. Now, looking back, it has been 3 years, since the very first time I paid a visit to them.
I never know what's the name of their group, or maybe I just do not care enough I guess. I know that they normally perform in front of a shop named "The Nauticalia". However, whenever things get pretty stressful or rough, I would take some time out and make a trip to Covent Garden.
Then, walking down the street and you will hear the classical Canon in D played by them. Certainly, you don't need a map. Your ears are the best road map.
Sitting down near the stairways, you will see many people standing there, listening to the classical music jukebox. The hustle and bustle outside suddenly come to a halt.
The best thing is I could sit there for an hour or two, just to listen to the harmonization of their musical instruments.
So, every now and then when I go there, I will donate 1 pound to them, just to keep the music going. Without the passionate buskers, Covent Garden will be so much quieter.
And, the cutest thing is you will see quite a number of old couples, standing there to listen to those classical melodies. Then, they somehow will smile to each other at some point of the songs. Probably, that's how they meet back then, or maybe the songs remind them about some memorable incidents which they have been through together.
When I leave London, I think I will miss the music performers here. The world turns to a kid or an old man when the Nauticalia plays the music.
I have been going there since 1st year. Now, looking back, it has been 3 years, since the very first time I paid a visit to them.
I never know what's the name of their group, or maybe I just do not care enough I guess. I know that they normally perform in front of a shop named "The Nauticalia". However, whenever things get pretty stressful or rough, I would take some time out and make a trip to Covent Garden.
Then, walking down the street and you will hear the classical Canon in D played by them. Certainly, you don't need a map. Your ears are the best road map.
Sitting down near the stairways, you will see many people standing there, listening to the classical music jukebox. The hustle and bustle outside suddenly come to a halt.
The best thing is I could sit there for an hour or two, just to listen to the harmonization of their musical instruments.
So, every now and then when I go there, I will donate 1 pound to them, just to keep the music going. Without the passionate buskers, Covent Garden will be so much quieter.
And, the cutest thing is you will see quite a number of old couples, standing there to listen to those classical melodies. Then, they somehow will smile to each other at some point of the songs. Probably, that's how they meet back then, or maybe the songs remind them about some memorable incidents which they have been through together.
When I leave London, I think I will miss the music performers here. The world turns to a kid or an old man when the Nauticalia plays the music.
16 November 2012
The Artistic Barista
The street was deserted, after a whole night of craziness at Soho. The people who danced under the yellow diamonds and ruby lights were gone, while some of them found the love in this hopeless place, some just got more hopeless.
He went into the alleys of sleepless nights, to see bottles of unfinished beers and hard liquors. The cleaners were clearing the streets while cursing the bunch of crazy, mindless people.
After the alleys, he turned right and finally found the coffee shop that he was looking for.
He went in and saw that the coffee shop is pretty simple and vintage. He ordered a cup of flat white, and sat inside the corner of the shop, while taking out his camera to snap some photos.
And, he began to see that the barista was paying full attention to do some beautiful latte arts. On the other end, some customers drank away the latte right after being served.
So, he asked the barista.
"Hey, uhm why do you put on so much efforts on latte art?"
"So that people don't just drink the coffee, but feel the arts, and most importantly they can taste the arts."
"Well, some of them don't really enjoy the arts before they drink."
"I like to make the coffee beautiful. That's all i care about. ha. Maybe some don't care, maybe some care a little, but maybe, there are some really like seeing a flower and taste the latte, or smile to the smiley face while drinking the coffee."
He walked out of the coffee shop. And he thought that, well, the world is not that hopeless after all, when you are brewing hope in the most unexpected way in life.
04 November 2012
The Haphazard Randomness
What if, the street arts are gone?
What if, the underground tube music performers disappeared?
What if, the skateboarders at London Bridge and Mile End are no longer there?
The weather is turning cold. It's the time of the year again, where the autumn is handing the baton to winter.
The wind is blowing strong, as though it is putting some ice cubes on your cheeks. The pavements near Lexham Garden, which are usually crowded by yellowish-brown maples leaves, are slowly disappearing into raindrops and snows.
After putting yourself through a perfect, mechanical learning system for almost 4 years, you forget to see the world as how it is.
You thought that all people should be perfect. They should be performing at their peak all the time. The pinnacle is the goal for everyone below the pyramid.
Once you arrive at the summit, you don't see the great view under the mountain where previous climbers have told you. Instead, you see a taller pyramid. A higher peak.
Every human being is trained to be a perfect fighter. You can't be unorganised. You can't do things haphazardly.
Then, you suddenly realise, you almost forget the feeling when you float like a butterfly and sting like a bee in the badminton court.
You suddenly realise, the camera lense is full of dust. The beautiful angle which you can capture intuitively, have lost its geometry.
The words in your mind, are no more like pixies which dance gracefully, but are arranged into A-Z in a dictionary, or a thesaurus.
Getting confused in painting, by putting on the colour of imagination on the canvas. And, you begin to worry why this colour is not 98.57% similar to the example.
I am glad that in my fourth year, I begin to see life as a haphazard randomness.
What if, the underground tube music performers disappeared?
What if, the skateboarders at London Bridge and Mile End are no longer there?
The weather is turning cold. It's the time of the year again, where the autumn is handing the baton to winter.
The wind is blowing strong, as though it is putting some ice cubes on your cheeks. The pavements near Lexham Garden, which are usually crowded by yellowish-brown maples leaves, are slowly disappearing into raindrops and snows.
After putting yourself through a perfect, mechanical learning system for almost 4 years, you forget to see the world as how it is.
You thought that all people should be perfect. They should be performing at their peak all the time. The pinnacle is the goal for everyone below the pyramid.
Once you arrive at the summit, you don't see the great view under the mountain where previous climbers have told you. Instead, you see a taller pyramid. A higher peak.
Every human being is trained to be a perfect fighter. You can't be unorganised. You can't do things haphazardly.
Then, you suddenly realise, you almost forget the feeling when you float like a butterfly and sting like a bee in the badminton court.
You suddenly realise, the camera lense is full of dust. The beautiful angle which you can capture intuitively, have lost its geometry.
The words in your mind, are no more like pixies which dance gracefully, but are arranged into A-Z in a dictionary, or a thesaurus.
Getting confused in painting, by putting on the colour of imagination on the canvas. And, you begin to worry why this colour is not 98.57% similar to the example.
I am glad that in my fourth year, I begin to see life as a haphazard randomness.
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