Thursday, March 19, 2009

Survive!

Had not been sleeping much for the past 10 days.
Finally got all my coursework done!!

I am so proud of myself.
Gosh ~ they almost kill me.

Please. Grant me a good mark. :)

Shall update soon.

Saturday, March 7, 2009

再见

你问我害怕什么?
我害怕句号。
我害怕事情的结束。

以前到剑桥时,好像很不喜欢这里。
但三年的时间让我习惯了。
我习惯了课业,习惯了草坪,习惯了安静。
我开始觉得小小的房间很温暖,也觉得老老的建筑很慈祥。



更多的是,我习惯了大家。
在吃饭时谈生物,谈政治,谈经济,谈摄影。
天啊!就不能吃一餐饭吗?
但我习惯了,像是一种我们独有的模式。

平时,大家都几乎忙不过来,除了同科的都很少碰面。
但总有人记得某某的生日,总有email定聚餐地点,总有惊喜礼物。
有任何活动时,大家也会不约而同地出席。

因为稀有,所有我们更珍惜聚会。
碰面时都是开开心心的,你损损我,我亏亏你。

很难再找到这样的朋友吧。
对于他们每一位,我有难以言喻的敬佩。
每一位都有他们很令人欣赏的一面。
我想过十年,大家一定都很有成就吧。
我祝福你们。

我们都很不一样。
喜欢不一样的东西。
但我们却很相同。
都有一份对事情的坚持,付出,认真,不停学习的态度。
不过是投入的地方不一样而已。

人是奇怪的动物吧。
当身在其中,我们想快快结束,快快展开新的生活。
但事情到尾声时,又有万般的不舍。

很害怕这一切就要结束了。

我很怀念。真的很怀念。
当我说起‘寒窗十年苦’时,我想他们会很明白吧。

有些情谊是不会改变的。
至少我会努力让它不改变。

p.s. 倩芬看了这篇时应该会说:‘哇,这么得空啊,还有几个月呢,忙完考试才想吧!’ 哈哈!是的!课业无聊嘛。。。。现在就去睡觉,明天继续努力。:)

Cambridge MNight 2009

This is the Cambrige MNight 2009 Stranger Things Have Happened Here's opening dance.
From what I've heard, it is supposed to express the sense of detachment. :)



Here is the singing performance after intermission, by the 1st years and our beloved and very happening director Kenrick (the lead singer).



Can't wait for the committee to produce the DVD (hope there is one though)
I love the play very very much.

God I am going to miss Mnight.

还是老歌好

在欣赏林志炫演唱会的DVD时听到了这首歌。

我非常喜欢它的歌词 - 是我们很多很多人都无法意会的。

与你分享林志炫 - 给你一些不给一些



你时常看见 嘿
自己的微笑 挂在另一个人的嘴边

车窗外的风景 嘿
幻想中绵延 自己的倒影视而不见

你时常挥手 嘿
这漫长旅途中 像和无数自己说再见

遗憾凝成焦点 嘿
它占据你的眼 真实的画面 你让它褪远

生命它给你一些 不给一些
这些那些 自己才是考验
你在念着天边那座花园 我愿笑对眼前的莲
得与失都有祝福隐藏的脸 你还在等待永恒的容颜
我愿在每个平凡刹那里面 握住无限

Thursday, March 5, 2009

English

Danny's aunty sent this email across, and I find it interesting.

ONLY THE ENGLISH COULD HAVE INVENTED THIS LANGUAGE


We'll begin with a box, and the plural is boxes,
But the plural of ox becomes oxen, not oxes.
One fowl is a goose, but two are called geese,
Yet the plural of moose should never be meese.
You may find a lone mouse or a nest full of mice,
Yet the plural of house is houses, not hice.

If the plural of man is always called men,
Then shouldn't the plural of pan be called pen?
If I speak of my foot and show you my feet,
And I give you a boot, would a pair be called beet?
If one is a tooth and a whole set are teeth,
Why shouldn't the plural of booth be called beeth?

Then one may be that, and three would be those,
Yet hat in the plural would never be hose,
And the plural of cat is cats, not cose.
We speak of a brother and also of brethren,
But though we say mother, we never say methren.
Then the masculine pronouns are he, his and him,
But imagine the feminine: she, shis and shim!

Let's face it - English is a crazy language.
There is no egg in eggplant nor ham in hamburger;
neither apple nor pine in pineapple...
English muffins weren't invented in England .

We take English for granted, but if we explore its paradoxes,
we find that quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square,
and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.

And why is that writers write but fingers don't fing,
grocers don't groce and hammers don't ham?
Doesn't it seem crazy that you can make amends but not one amend.
If you have a bunch of odds and ends
and get rid of all but one of them, what do you call it?
Doesn't it seem crazy that you can make amends but not one amend.

If teachers taught, why didn't preachers praught?
If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat?
Sometimes I think all the folks who grew up speaking English
should be committed to an asylum for the verbally insane.
In what other language do people recite at a play and play at a recital?

We ship by truck but send cargo by ship.
We have noses that run and feet that smell.
We park in a driveway and drive in a parkway.
And how can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same,
while a wise man and a wise guy are opposites?

You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language
in which your house can burn up as it burns down,
in which you fill in a form by filling it out,
and in which an alarm goes off by going on.

And, in closing, if Father is Pop, how come Mother's not Mop?
AND IF PEOPLE FROM POLAND ARE CALLED POLES
THEN PEOPLE FROM HOLLAND SHOULD BE HOLES

AND THE GERMANS, GERMS
(no offence)

Shopaholic

Influenced by my very eng-lit friend Chien Fen, I am determined to read at least a couple of English novels.

So I walked into WHS Smith several weeks ago right before my fashion course.
After picking up some chocolate bars, I quickly browsed through the novel section.
Was very tempted to pick up 'Twilight' since my sisters were pretty crazy about it for quite some time, until 'The Devil Wears Prada' came into my sight.

Wait! That's my book isn't it?
I am attending a fashion course in five minutes time.
I should be reading something related to Prada or Gucci or Dolce & Gabbana.
Not Shakespeare or Michael Crichton (sadly he passed away in a battle against cancer)

So I took a quick look at the back of the book.
'Sassy, insightful and sooo Sex and the City'.

Alright! Sex and the City! That's it!
I walked to the till with a copy of 'The Devil Wears Prada' by Lauren Weisberger.


***

Again, I was standing right in front of WHS Smith at London King Cross yesterday.
Again, I was feeling like a literate - I have to read something while waiting for Danny.

But this time I am going to get something different.
More philosophical perhaps.

So I went straight to the top-selling chart.
These books should be good.
If not, they are at least popular.

Fiction? Nope.
Twilight...AGAIN?
Few weeks have passed, and it's still on the rack??!
One very cynical thought suddenly crept up on me - do they actually update their charts?

I think they do.
They should.

OK. Let's see.
Many eye-catching yellow labels sticking on the books, so yellow as if they are going to pop out any second - 'Buy one and get another at 1/2 price.'

This is one thing I like about England.
The musuems are free. The papers are free. Correction - some papers are free.
And now even the novels are on promotion.
How can it not be a civilised nation??!

OKOK.
About the 1/2 price thingy - it has nothing to do with civilization. I guess it's just one of the after effects of the economic crisis.
Hehe..but who cares?

Then I glanced through the titles, which I was supposed to do at the first place.

'Confessions of a Shopaholic'
. OK no more 'fashion literature'.
Next.

'Shopaholic Ties the Knot'. What? Again?
Next.

'Shopaholic and Sister'.

Fine.....
This author must be really good, and rich of course. (provided that the chart is truthful though)
It is even made into a movie - it must be good then.
But I guess mostly because a part of me (I have to admit - a very big part of me) is very interested in this interesting shopaholic series of novels.

So here comes the very predictable ending - I bought two of the series.
And I finished one of them yesterday.
And IT'S SO GOOD.

I experienced most of the things she said - like got tricked into Spring bags and all sorts of promotional strategies. And all those excuses you came out to feel less guilty about buying something totally unnecessary.

***

Well I guess we should somehow get inspired after reading a novel.

So here you go - my inspirations:

First. I should go get the other books in the series.

I thought it should be inspirational??

Well, I've to say it's good market positioning. For very obvious reasons - targetting on shopaholics is always the right thing to do. And it's absolutely brilliant to write an entire series on it. Because shopaholics will ALWAYS come back for the next season. :)

- Right, I guess this is one good inspiration. -


Second. I am a shopaholic afterall.

- Sincere confession and realisation - very inspirational! -

Third. One great thing about being a shopaholic - I AM NOT AT ALL ALONE! :)


- Very very inspirational. keke. -


So what are you waiting for? Another thing on your shopping list:
Shopaholic series by Sophie Kinsella.

Monday, March 2, 2009

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JIN!!

To my always pretty and smart sister Wan Jin,

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!


Unbelievable! She is now sixteen years old!
I can still remember her being that small little girl, who used to check every night if our house doors were locked; and that chi-cha-po who started talking at a relatively young age. ;)

But now she has grown into a beautiful young lady.

Wish you:
1. Score flying colours in your exams!!!
2. Enjoy your time in Young Enterprise and whatever commitments you are having!!
3. Stay happy, young, beautiful as always!!!

Wish you all the best my dear sister! Have a great year ahead!