03 octobre 2007
extreme dad look-alike tourist
What do you think ? Personnally, I give him a 9/10.
02 octobre 2007
越南之行的最后两天
上个星期我跟一个法国朋友去越南旅游，他的名字是LOIC 。因为他在新加坡的同房是越南人，所以我们问这个越南朋友我们是否可以和他的朋友在河内一块儿玩儿。他说没问题不过他的两个朋友不会说英文，只会说华语，幸好我也会说一点点。
星期五晚上我打电话找到这两个越南朋友，约好在星期六晚上见面。
见面后他们用他们的小机车载我们游览了河内的城市景色。
然后我们去了咖啡厅和饭店，吃了好吃的东西，并且喝了河内啤酒和伏特加。 他们总是在劝我和LOIC喝下更多的酒。喝酒之后我们去了卡拉OK, 唱很多越南歌。有Thà Rằng Như Thế 还有Ước gì。我唱得很好笑，而LOIC根本不会唱。
随后我们跟那个朋友回到他的家睡觉，认识了他的父母，他的父亲是一位军队高级军官，很认真的样子。
我们最后一天是星期天，这天我们一块儿去参观了HO CHI MINH
(胡志明) 纪念馆。我们看到了他的遗体，保存完好，但是他的胡须是假的。
然后我们到饭店吃饭，却遇到一些恶心的食物。另外我们还吃下了不少奇怪的东西，有狗腿，蛙腿，鸟嘴，小螃蟹，还一种肉他们不敢告诉我们是什么东西，还喝下了真的奇怪的酒。
离开的时候我决定经过KUALA LUMPUR返回新加坡，因为这样便宜。于是我在午夜十二点三十分到了KUALA LUMPUR，然后在四点半坐巴士从机场到了市区，又花了一个小时去长途汽车站，终于在七点半上了一辆回新加坡的车。到了新加坡，坐MRT之后，我下午两点到家了，也非常累了。
26 septembre 2007
pheeeeeeeeeeew
Loic and I are travelling accorss vietnam at the lowest cost possible. I haven't had this much fun in a very very long time.
21 septembre 2007
Seiza (正座)
Seiza (正座) 就是日本的一个特别坐姿。 去Akido只可以这样的坐。 如果想要正座的话，你需要首先把右腿弯曲，膝盖着地。 然后你要把左腿也弯曲，与右腿相同。 然后，坐在脚后跟上，并且保持左脚大拇指在右脚大拇指上面。
如果想这样坐着一分钟， 没有什么问题。但是两分钟之后疼痛会很剧烈。 五分钟后感觉好像地狱。
在老师讲授这个技术的时候， 我们默默地忍受了二十分钟。 这时我们都开始发抖，并且流汗。
终于， 我们可以站起来，可是疼痛却更厉害了，我感觉自己的脚完全无法支撑身体的重量。
20 septembre 2007
the science of sleep
18 septembre 2007
conehead
Shyness.
How can I rule over my shyness? Learn how to express what I want and get what I
want, handle social situations, awkward conversations, rejection; accept myself.
I am glad that I am not ruled over by my shyness, I am still in touch with
other parts of myself, I am just utterly unable to communicate with people. Failure.
I am pathetic, I am a loser, I have failed, I am panicked, I have sold out, I
am worthless, and it is my weakness, my ultimate lack of conviction that makes
me fail. I am self indulgent and narcissistic, but lack confidence. What is my
question: “who am I”? “why am I here”? Once I know who I am and how to be
myself, will I then attract what I want and need? Why am I pathologically
unable to make things happen the way I want them to happen? Will I be happy if
I change? I want answers, not therapy, nor
enlightenment. I know perfectly well that I won’t have an epiphany, won’t learn
profound life lessons, grow and overcome great obstacles. I’ll struggle, be
frustrated and nothing will be resolved. I’ll just be the same uncomfortable
conversationless fool. I want new experiences, people who care about me. But
why does attempting something new feel like jumping into the abyss? I am what I
love, not what loves me, then what does it matter what others think of me? Am I
some sort of emotional vampire? Born this way, feeding on people’s feelings? Don’t
I feel that much alive when someone is attached to me? I would like others to
think of me as much as I think of them.
17 septembre 2007
16 septembre 2007
Hedwig and the angry Inch
Last time I saw you, We had just split in two.
You were looking at me, I was looking at you.
You had a way so familiar, But I could not recognize,
Cause you had blood on your face, I had blood in my eyes.
But I could swear by your expression
That the pain down in your soul
Was the same as the one down in mine.
That's the pain, that cuts a straight line
Down through the heart; We called it love.
So we wrapped our arms around each other,
Trying to shove ourselves back together.
It was the sad story How we became
Lonely two-legged creatures,
It's the story of The origin of love.
That's the origin of love.
15 septembre 2007
Still Standin'
11 septembre 2007
zatoichi
Yesterday I went to the dojo to practise judo with the danes. I was once a brown belt and I wanted to find out how well or how bad I remembered my training after eight years. The practise was ok but lacked discipline and was too much fun for a martial art. After that we went to Clementi for dinner, it's on my way home and I felt like spending time with the judo guys. When we laid our bags down at the food court, I spotted a blind man in the middle of the street. He was fiddling with his walking stick, but staying there waiting to get run over, while cars were stopped at the red light a dozen meters away. I rushed towards him and proposed to lead him off the road, but he pushed me away. Another passer-by tried to get him to safety but the blind man also pushed him away. He wouldn't budge even though we were yelling that he was in the middle of the road. Then cars started coming and people panicked. People screamed, cars wizzed passed, others stopped. Finally three of us managed to pull him off the road, someone else lead him away, and that was it. Why was he in the middle of the road ? why did he want to stay there ? I can only imagine.
