Han Wei

There is always this strange calm and serenity before Rain comes. It soothes our uptight nerves.

Rain slows down life. People take smaller steps. The cars slow down.

Maybe it's God's way of telling us, "Hey! Why the rush? Slow down and take a break! Relax!"

Next time it pours, maybe I will not use an umbrella or the sheltered walkways.

Maybe it'll be wiser to embrace the opportunity to slow my pace, and indulge in the sights, sounds and smell that Rain brings.

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Face flushed, cigarette lighted. He stood shakily in the lift. He looked at us, then his lighted cigarette before giving a nonchalant shrug.

I could tell the other stranger was annoyed. A typical non-smoker reaction to cigarette smoke. I am however an atypical non-smoker. I am a second-hand smoker who trained for years under my father and my close friends who smoke.

The other stranger left on the 6th. The stranger looked at my work attire and asked, "Late night at work?"

Before I could even answer, he already answered his own question.

"Young man. Whatever you do is fun. Unlike me. I'm fifty. There's not much fun left for me. Another ten years, or fifteen years and I'll probably be gone."

Before I could respond, it was the 15th. I left the elevator and the conversation ended. It was until much later when the sadness and negatively of the stranger hit me.

Our society cannot survive with such negativity. Then again, not everyone owns a fulfilling life to be positive about.

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That little girl.

Fearful about the coming event. As she dressed up in the morning, I saw that she was troubled. She feared the worst.

Later in the day, I called to ask how the event went, only to find out that she was going to have to face what she had feared.

I went over to be her wing man after my lunch. In an attempt to keep her mind off the upcoming event, I talked to her about my day and everything else unrelated to her source of fear.

As time passed, she became even more tensed. I tried to be there for her, smiling and cracking her up whenever I could. But I guess it didn't help much.

When the time came, she was solemn and somber. She took small, slow steps, like every smaller step she took would delay the upcoming event.

We stood at the door. I couldn't be there for her anymore. She did her paperwork. And then it was her turn. She took one look at me and waved.

That was when it happened. I was caught offguard. That little girl standing there. She looked so small and frail. I needed to be there for her.

I couldn't wave back. It took all of whatever control I had left to raise my hand and gave her a "thumbs up", hoping to encourage her.

I've wasted too much time not holding her in my arms. It's amazing how the human touch can be such a powerful assurance to another human.

But let's take one step at a time. I would prefer the steps to be big and quick.

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The bustling crowds.
The enthusiastic acquaintances.
The zealous friends.
The delightful close friends.
The amiable lovers.

At the end of the day,
We are still lonely.

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4 papers down one to go! I would probably hear "I gotta feeling" running through my mind halfway through my paper tmr.

Although im feeling damn worried about the paper tmr, there's this feeling of elation that cannot be supressed by such a minor worry.

Knowing that this time tomorrow night, I'll be out having the time of my life. That is happiness no one other than fellow uol students can imagine. :)

The partying and holidays coming up. I just can't wait. Meanwhile, I have a date with econs till tmr.

Wait for me people. I'm on my way there. :)

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Came across this video when i was facebooking. =) 
I'm totally awed by her voice. And the way she seems to be enjoying herself in the studio.
It looks like so much fun for her.


Pyramid


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They're telling me it's beautiful. I believe them, but will I ever know? The world behind my wall.

de·sire   [dih-zahyuhr] Show IPA verb,-sired, -sir·ing, noun

–verb (used with object)
1.
to wish or long for; crave; want.
2.
to express a wish to obtain; ask for; request: The mayor desires your presence at the next meeting.

–noun
3.
a longing or craving, as for something that brings satisfaction or enjoyment: a desire for fame.
4.
an expressed wish; request.
5.
something desired.
6.
sexual appetite or a sexual urge.

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So desire is the wish or long for something. It's a longing, a craving for something that will bring satisfaction or enjoyment. 

So then, what happens when you desire something and then, you get what you've desired? You get what you wish or long for. And getting that thing you've longed and craved for brings you satisfaction or enjoyment. 

So you gain satisfaction or enjoyment. Then what happens to that desire? Is it still there? Or does that desire, that's been the driving force, go away when you get what you want? If that desire that has helped gain you satisfaction or enjoyment goes away, then would satisfaction and enjoyment be lasting? Or does it fade away?

We'll never be permanently satisfied. 

Some people just have awesome and angelic voices. You just want to listen to them sing and talk over and over again! =)