Cameron Highlands

And I have finally returned from the Cameron Highlands >_>

To be honest, it's like a land of tea and sceneries and nothing much apart from that. And summore got two bugger cousins (one in a very annoying sister-you'd-never-want-to-have manner and one in a disturbingly cute imouto-you-would-consider-having manner) who keep going kor kor this kor kor that. Only one of them says it nicely though. DAAAAH I think I shouldn't write such things. Ah well >_>

Personally though looking at them I wonder what the hell Sis' kids are gonna be like in the future. In fact, I don't even know what genders they're going to be. It could be twin boys (AAAAAH NOOO) or twin girls (Awesome but painful) or one of both sexes (ultimate in terms of awesomeness and probability)

I'm pretty glad for her, really. Though the thought of two babies running around in my house (my mom wants to take care of them and considering my sis and Sooi Yuan it's a very smart decision) sometime next year is a very scary thought. Imagine after NS they'll be like

Child: KOR KOR (climbs onto head)
Watashi: leave me alone >_> (puts child down)
Child: WAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH KOR KOR DAO MEEEEEEEEE (cries)
Mom: 治平啊让他玩啦
Watashi: >_>

Ok. You know what? Kids are scary stuff. I think.

An Amazing Class

Sometimes I wonder. The groups of people in years past. The things we talked about. The people whom I talked with. Their personalities. Their types. Their habits and behaviours. When you put them together, it seemed to gel. It seemed to fit nicely. Things didn't seem out of place. People hanged out with people whom they would have hanged out with. Birds of a feather flocked together. It was something that made sense.

Something about the groups of people in current times doesn't make sense. It's not that it doesn't gel. It's not that it doesn't fit nicely. It's not that things were out of place. It's not that people hanged out with people whom they wouldn't have been hanging out with.

For the most of it it made sense, yet something was amiss. Something didn't feel right. Perhaps it's the fact that certain aspects didn't feel natural. Yet it doesn't make sense - it's not as if I'm opposites with the world, nor as if I isolate myself from it. Am I just complaining on the fact that it could be better? I would eternally be complaining then, wouldn't I? I don't think I'm acting that way, at the very least.

Reminiscences too late? Perhaps. That seems more like me, at the very least.

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"I realized that, all over again... that Beck was really an amazing band."
-- Beck, [A-E] subs

Utsukushii Tsuki

Sometimes, after all the hustle of life, all the moving and all the work (and perhaps for some all the slack), sometimes we just need to pull out some time from our lives and just stare up.

The moon's beautiful today. The kind that would make you just stop in your tracks.

The clear kind that stares back towards you. The kind that travellers go by.

The kind that help you think back. What was I doing on such a full moon? Who was I talking to? What did I say?

I wonder what I did then. On such a beautiful moon.

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Full moon sways
Gently in the night of one fine day
On my way
Looking for a moment with my dear

Full moon waves
Slowly on the surface of the lake
You are there
Smiling in my arms for all those years

What a fool!
I don't know about tomorrow
What it's like to be
Ah~

- Moon on the Water, BECK

Life Up Till Now

1/3rd December over. To be honest, it's seemed like a waste here and there.

Still too much stuff unaccomplished. Let's start somewhere, shall we.

Mental States and all

All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy but all fighting games and no kendo makes Herr a noob who does nothing but blindly attack and get scolded by Zau sensei.

There's been something I've been lacking in December. It's mental spirit. The psychological aspect of it all.

I've been moving without an aim. Idling off. I can't wake up in the morning and say to myself "This is what I'll do today". Not this year.

Halfway and I'm burnt out already? How terribly pathetic. Or maybe I've just lost sight temporarily. Aah, delusions.

It's a tad depressing when I think about it. But what am I to do? Had humans been powerful enough to fulfill their hopes and bear initiative to their thoughts the need for gods would be far less.

Dah. My words run dry while my thoughts remain aplenty.