My damaged self

Pain,

comes in all shapes and form,

the poison,

the chronic disease I have learnt to live with.

The void within
is something I welcome
heart and soul.
What could be potentially incapacitating for the heart
is nothing but a dull ache now.

I've learnt to keep alive by taking in shallow breaths.

'08 Jay's New Song 稻香

《稻香》
词：周杰伦 曲：周杰伦

对这个世界如果你有太多的抱怨
跌倒了就不敢继续往前走
为什麼人要这麼的脆弱 堕落
请你打开电视看看
多少人为生命在努力勇敢的走下去
我们是不是该知足
珍惜一切 就算没有拥有

还记得你说家是唯一的城堡 随著稻香河流继续奔跑
微微笑 小时候的梦我知道
不要哭让萤火虫带著你逃跑 乡间的歌谣永远的依靠
回家吧 回到最初的美好

不要这麼容易就想放弃 就像我说的
追不到的梦想 换个梦不就得了
为自己的人生鲜艳上色 先把爱涂上喜欢的颜色
笑一个吧 功成名就不是目的
让自己快乐快乐这才叫做意义
童年的纸飞机 现在终於飞回我手里
所谓的那快乐 赤脚在田里追蜻蜓追到累了
偷摘水果被蜜蜂给叮到怕了 谁在偷笑呢
我靠著稻草人吹著风唱著歌睡著了
哦 哦 午后吉它在虫鸣中更清脆
哦 哦 阳光洒在路上就不怕心碎
珍惜一切 就算没有拥有

还记得你说家是唯一的城堡 随著稻香河流继续奔跑
微微笑 小时候的梦我知道
不要哭让萤火虫带著你逃跑 乡间的歌谣永远的依靠
回家吧 回到最初的美好

Bokor Hill undergoing renovating

It was lucky that I managed to get up Bokor Hill in December 2007.

In January 2008, work started on Bokor Hill Station and it was closed to visitors. The old French casino and hotel is going to be refurbished and they are going to add a new hotel. Recently, they started to allow limited access in August 2008, to those who are going as part of a tour group or with a tour guide.

The benefit however is that road conditions up the mountains have been improved, reducing travel times.

When I read that, my heart ached a little for the commercialising of a quaint little surreal place. I was so close to missing all of that.

Sometimes ruins should be left alone just like how some things in life should be left on their own.

Rhythmic confusion

There's a sea floating in my head
Tug and wave
The moon hungs from below
Waiting for all the grace to mend
And the roaring of the rain
Whips past before my eyes
Little lithe sorrows too fast for me to hold.
So I'm breathing now.
So I'm learning the meaning of an echo.
If you remove the blue,
leaving a shade paler
how long is there to white?
Through the rain that pierces the sea
through the chaos that ripples the waves
Standing right there
In a world where ripples don't fade.

Futility

Like a silent movie,
white steam,
white cup in isolation
So heaven is where softness fades to
Away from this reason
As of this world
a trial, to fold anytime
A cry, a heartbeat away
Muffled and fast as it can be
Prevention eludes
Salvation deludes
What does await?
A wounded bird struggles to reach the sun.

Wherein I get in touch with my thinking self

Far be it for me to be a hinderance
so set the blossoms lightly scatter
across the windswept truths of forgone summers

Let autumn draw near, of warm rosy hues,
Of faint fragrant quiet scents
Still, quiet
Entwining the steady rhythm of my heart