Wei, sorry I took so long!

Desperately seeking Justin Lo's No Protection Dual Disc Version CD. If anyone (who happens to read this) comes across it please, please let me know (no matter where you are). Or, help me get it first! The album cover is attached below. THANKS!

急切尋找側田的 《No Protection》 Dual Disc Version CD. 如果你在哪裏看到，可以先幫我買下來嗎？或即刻告訴我哪裏有的買，國外也無所謂，我會馬上飛奔過去的！感謝！幫得上忙請你吃飯！（專輯封面如下）

英國人常拿自己國家的天氣開玩笑，可能是想要用他們的英式幽默來彌補這裡持續陰霾的天氣。長期缺乏暴曬的痛快使他們憧憬列陽當空的明天。不過陰暗一點，其實也沒什麽不好的。

今年夏天，這裡的太陽熱呼呼地曬了兩個禮拜之久。熱辣辣的十四天，足以把我的皮膚哄得像麵包皮一樣地焦黑，發亮。我還懊惱了一陣子，因爲白皙一點看起來還是比較溫柔的。
熱，它爬進了我的身體，即使我不緊張，不急躁，不走不動也會因它的存在而狂冒汗。灌下喉嚨的開水，還沒下肚都很快地被蒸發掉了。以爲整個夏天都無法出門的我，只有無奈地對着棉被傾訴。熱，它真的很狂妄。

誰知後來，自然醒的某一天，太陽被北風打了一拳，瞬間就倒下去了。而英國人常說的 “Good ol’ British weather” 馬上跑了回來就位。

過了一個禮拜，太陽仍然昏迷着，我心血來潮跑到學校的咖啡座，叫了一杯 cappuccino。室内異常冷清，我在微冷的空氣裏，我看著密得散不開的云。

Cappuccino 的溫度也慢慢地，慢慢地在下降。

他们都是陌生人

陌生人，踏着坚定的步伐，在我前方走着。
转个弯，他不见了。却还听到那双干净的球鞋正与地板摩擦着。
我一慌，跑了起来，笨重的脚步声在隧道里显得更笨重。 听不到他了。

转个弯，他又出现了。我慢下来的身体，现在才懂得开始喘气。

Stranger

Monday
Back on the crowded subway
Blankly
Face to face we stand
Standing
Packed in the morning rush
Come just a little closer if you must
But make way
For my imagination
Like a tray
Filled with gems and gold
You can take your pick
Keep all the good ones
Leave the bad ones
Till tomorrow
I’ll see you again
my way

这首诗是跟着Kiss Me 的旋律写的。
灵感来自于王菲的两首歌。
陌生人 你应该听过吧？
第一首是《光之翼》，第二首是《只爱陌生人》。

谢谢 你陌生人 给我那么多的灵感。
谢谢 我陌生人 给我那么多的，

我觉得非常开心，而且非常愉快。
歌非常好听。
谢谢。
アイの力あげるよ！


アイの力くれて、ありがぴ～！

加油加油加油~！

我觉得，我觉得，我觉得。常常听到人家这么说。其实从你口中说出来的，难道会是圣旨，是皇帝的话？或是圣经，上帝的话？

反正在我的世界里，圣旨也好，圣经也好，没有绝对的好与坏，善与恶，对于错。
只有喜欢或者不喜欢。

喜欢很厉害。喜欢可以让讨厌的人变可爱，让逃避变解脱，让脏话变真理。

而你的‘我觉得’也只能在我喜欢上你之后才被接纳。
要不然，它也只等于一只毛毛虫，我会双手奉上给隔壁家小孩践踏。
(啊~ 悦耳的跺脚声！)

喜欢非常厉害。我要把它捧在手里，细心翻阅。

我觉得，

就是这个样子。

eberidae ai whew
eberinigh ai dweem
eberitaimai sinkoyu ai whewah hwaining een maihar... always... いつまでも...

For now: Happy with everything except my hair.

sometimes I think I have too much time on my hands... I am what the society describes as eat full too free... I should go be a construction worker...

Here's a rock I wouldn't mind having on my finger! Heavy as it may be.















Side view. Cutting a better profile than me...















Goes to show that I don't only love the rock in Rock & Roll!

I wanna catch Forbidden City: Portrait of an Empress but its run ends 16 September... why?

I seek solace in the countdown ticker tick-tocking its way to the very moment my plane lands on the swanky runway of Changi Airport. I like how it is always ticking even when there’s no one looking; time is passing every moment, even if it’s too slow for me to notice.

I also seek solace in the great mess in my room.
















I can be messy, but I’m rarely this messy.




















And I’m only this messy, because I’ve started packing for home.

Deconstructing my room bit by bit… …

I’ve dragged out my suitcase and put two random stacks of clothes into it. I’ve also brought out my fairly large hand-carry, and together with all my other soft bags, it’s strewn across the carpet of my room. I’ve filled the tea chest I’m shipping home and left its flaps to jut out as they please. I poke into it from time to time for things that (I now realise) I still need. I’ve emptied my shelves of unwanted magazines and they now lie in two bulging paper bags by my cupboard. Finally, just for today, you see hangers perched on curtain rails and clothes lopped over open boxes as laundry is left out to dry.

I am not proud of the mess. I leave my cupboard open as a shield, so anyone standing at my door will not catch sight of this complete disaster (or piece of art, depending on how you relate to it). But it gives me an illusion that I’m living out of my suitcase and makes me feel like a person in transit. Home is coming! And I feel better.

It’s strange that I’m more homesick now, than any other time over the course of the year because home is less than two months away. But as with all difficulties, this trying period, once overcome, will make a different person of me. Flowers will bloom from my split-ends and I’ll grow an inch taller. Haha! Thank God I don’t have to stay for another year.

I’m reminded of this dorama. The female lead (Nakayama Miho) goes on a holiday and on her way home, gets embroiled in all sorts of ‘adventures’, diverting her from her journey. Sounds interesting but I’m not watching it anytime soon… don’t wanna have nightmares.

I’m gripped by a sudden fear that should I die now, people are going to read my diary(s) thinking that, you know… oh, we miss Su so much… it’s ok that we get more of her now that she’s dead. No, it’s not ok. Please don’t do that. If not you will be cursed and your children will be cursed. If you have no children then your friends’ children will be cursed. If you have no friends then, ok, only you will be cursed.

If I die and you find my diary(s), please don’t throw them away. Help me tape them up in a durable plastic bag and label clearly at the front:
Anyone born in or after the year A.D. 2044, and is alive in the year A.D. 2144 has Liew Suyi’s permission to read her diaries. Trespassers (and their children) will be cursed.

Then keep them safe. When you have children, pass them to your most reliable child and ask it (don’t know him or her) to pass them to its most reliable child. Hopefully my diaries can be a valued as an archive of sorts in A.D. 2144 although I write nothing on current issues and politics.
If you find doing this too much of a hassle, then burn them to me. Thanks!

Rise & Shine

P-chan hobbled out into her balcony at the break of dawn. She gasped. The sun was not rising properly. He had stretched his rays above him, pushing himself downwards, away from the horizon.

P-chan went back into her apartment. She went into the kitchen and took out:

Butter
Sugar
Eggs
Vanilla Essence
Flour
Baking Soda

In that order, she combined all of the ingredients in a large mixing bowl. What she got was a thick, yellow batter. She slopped the lazy batter into a perfectly round baking tin then very gently, pushed the tin into a 180º C oven.

Forty minutes later, the sugar had swum to the surface and caramelised into a light-brown crust. P-chan poked a skewer through the crust and it came out the way it went in – gleaming silver. P-chan brought the cake out and turned it onto a cooling tray then put the kettle to boil. When the kettle whistled, P-chan made herself a cup of coffee and cut herself a slice of cake. She took the coffee and took the cake out into the balcony.

By this time, the sun was up and out like yesterday and the day before, chasing clouds in the bright blue sky.

P-chan went back indoors for her sunscreen and shades before she sat herself down in the balcony to sip on her coffee and munch on her cake.





Narrator: Me
Character: P-chan

This is not P-chan's cake. P-chan's cake doesnt have cream and jam sandwiched in the middle... but I just wanted to show-off this picture... hehheh...

他寫了這麽一句：

到底是創作本來就只能孤單

還是是因爲孤單才走向創作

我覺得很有意思。

黃俊郎是個才子。他又會畫畫，又會寫作。

我不知道他的長相，卻知道他愛古典音樂。
我還沒愛上他，卻忍不住已經想要變成他。

我覺得很有意思。

太有意思了。

We couldn’t get the coveted tickets to Billy Elliot so settled for We Will Rock You – a musical about music. I’d wanted to catch it for sometime. They will Rock me leh…
















The poster: a guitar swinging rocker leaps before a (not so) maniacal, intoxicated crowd.

It’s a comedy based in the future (year 2300-something). There’s no live music on Planet Mall (previously known as Earth). Instruments are illegal and globalisation is so complete that kids all over the world share the same fads, wear the same clothes and listen to the same digital music produced with computers.
But, one surviving instrument, the guitar, lies buried beneath a rock on Planet Mall and it is up to The One – The Dreamer, The Messiah – to find it if He can first be found. (I’m totally into this 英雄主义 thingy…)

The Baddies:
The citizens of Planet Mall are under the control of Globalsoft, a company fervent in manipulating their clone-like consumers, estranging them from the history of music and media. They churn out clone products (including music) to dominate the consumer’s minds. They’re also out to destroy all potential The Ones.

The Goodies:
The Bohemians are a wacky bunch of rebels who believe in freedom and the hither years of real music-making. They are looking for The One so he can find The Guitar and give them salvation by bringing music back to live.

The plot is relatively simple as with most musicals but the idea was great. The singing was good! And it was moving… the music thing lor… hit me at the right spot. They also dissed Boybands saying something like: they call themselves a band but they are not; they are fantastic dancers with squeaky voices. (Yikes!!!) Is it about the music or is it about the music?

One funny part was this. *spoilers* People of that time have no names, they are called www.somethingsomething. Going against this, the Bohemians name themselves after celebrities of our time. But because they only have snatches of incomplete information from fragments of old posters and magazines (‘something like websites but printed on paper’), they know the King of Rock as Pelvis! (Woaaahh!!!) This guy named himself after the coolest, most revered rapper ever – Britney Spears. They call a video tape ‘Vai-Dee-O Tarp’ and television ‘Tee-Lee-Vai-Si-On’. Hurhurhurhurhur… God, I’m so bad at making this sound funny (but it was so funny!). Ok, I shall spare you.





















They're rocking at the Dominion Theatre.


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Anyone has the mp3 to Dragostea din Tei or 'Numa Numa' by O-zone? Send me can? Or tell me where to d/l it can? I like!!!

Look at this!!! So cute!!!

I first heard it here... hehhehheh... I'm gonna set it as my ringtone... Yeeeeeaaaaaahhhh!!!!

I am so in need of a haircut but I don’t wanna waste my (Dad’s) money PLUS risk getting something drastic done by the Chinese lady, leaving nothing for Jason to work on. So I’ll have to wait another 2 months before I get a haircut. Damn sianz lor… sometimes small things like that can really get me down. My hair looks like shit lor.
Everyday I regret having agreed to stay for the launch. There’s so much hassle involved. I dun even know where I’m going to stay. I dun even think I’ll enjoy it but I’m just staying to not make things difficult for my course mate. Of course it’s to ‘leave no regrets’ and to not 耍大牌 as well. Silly and unconvincing reasons that I know are not worth the stress of thinking where to stay, when to stay where, lugging my luggage around, booking & coordinating the coaches, spending more money and the grouchiness I feel now. But there’s no backing out. 一言既出，驷马难追。 My big mouth promised lor… Next time dun anyhow 心软 promise people lor… バカ！

Ahhhh… do work lah, go do work!

See, Su iz Shu Nu...


Shu Nu must eat beautiful food like strawberries


In beautiful teahouses


Take pictures of kawaii fairy cakes


And butterfly cookies


And expensive chocolates


Not in a shambles even in Little Shambles


Breeze and spots of sunshine


Ahhhh... you too can have this beautiful life... hur hur hur hur... ... ...



And the (only presentable) NG shot

Hur hur hur hur hur... ... ...

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谢天谢地 I managed to put together 25 pages of kena-sai poetry that I'm ready to BURN after I'm done with the MA! Now it's editing... EDIT! EDIT! EDIT! Sianzzzzzzz!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 我的命真苦！！！

Oh, still got that stupid critical analysis!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am so 没有实力！SO 没有实力！Don't 安慰我！Don't 安慰我！！！

AAAAARRRRRRRGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

On the topic of shock-factor that Wei started, I admit not many cities can be culturally shocking once you’ve lived in Tokyo (especially in a building with a load of gaijins).
So it is that when I came to the UK, everything was ok lor… this building is historical… ok lor… look at those punks… ok lor… the tube map looks like a plate of coloured spaghetti… ok lor…
Fish & Chips? Nothing special. Oishii bread? Had them in Tokyo. Harrods? Yeah, it’s big & grand but it can’t beat seeing young Shibuya-kei couples breezing in and out of Ginza’s Tiffany’s like nobody’s business.

But if there’s one thing that struck me, it’s how the Brits wear their bodies. The women air half a globe of their breasts without batting an eyelid and come summer time, the men walk around topless – here, there, everywhere! They. Don’t. Care. Ok, ok, rephrase. Those-With-Good-Bods Don’t Care! (Thank God they care to workout in winter!) Lian even wanted to take a picture of this phenomenon (yeah rite!) for keep’s sake but rest assure I stopped her.

I’ve never seen a topless Jap guy in Shinjuku… maybe they’re too lazy to workout, maybe it’s an East vs West difference, I dunno. So there, a minor culture shock from me to you.

The End.

At York’s Castle Museum, saw some old army uniform hung along a corridor. While other visitors ignored those poor garbs, I chiong-ed to try them on! The Ah Pek in-charge 冷眼观摩-ed us for awhile, decided that we were really enthu, then came forth and taught us the proper way to wear them. He even わざわざwent into the storeroom to get us the gun and helmet!


This jacket is too trendy! I wanna take it home!


Ok, the full garb! Only took one photo which didn't do the load I was carrying on my back any justice!

See HW! I'm into benign cosplay!