We were put into a room for thirty minutes
To come across something
The conversation was like two parallel lines
Two lines were with adamant great walls
Two lines had difficulties to conversation on same point at the same time
One sentence was threw out
Another voice was adding footnotes
Cloze tests are here and there
Misunderstanding took place in-between every second
Chaotic conversation deafen the real discussion
It was not even started
The time was up
I was frustrated
Once again, 30 mins was in vain.
Unskillful verbal conversation as I am
Makes culture boundaries be naughty again and again
I still could not figure out how wide the gap is
I still could not work out how I could build a bridge to cross.
Maybe all of these were wrong at the very beginning.
Maybe mixing parallel lines is a fault.
Maybe being simple is beautiful
Maybe keeping distance is amazing.
Maybe discussion is not needed
And maybe listening is needed.
Parallel lines should be continually paralleled
The gap should be understood
Monday, December 11, 2006
Parallel Lines (draft one)
What is the point to discuss
if we are in two parallel lines?
How can you expect from me for the building the bridge
if I am not qualified for the brilliant communication skill and you are not helping me out?
I thought I have already grown from the relationship between you and me,
And I would have never suffered the pain from it anymore
However, while you said that to you I made effortless.
My emotion can not be hold anymore.
The tears are breaking the dam
Falling cats and dogs
Today I knew what so beautiful about the beach is the graceful parallel horizontal lines that they are keeping the peaceful distance and have never came across.
Water is water
Sand is sand
Air is air
There is not a matter in between the two.
Yeah, it is my fault.
A fault puts me into this odd situation.
It is impossible to discuss if we stand at two parallel lines.
The distance is the most beautiful thing.
if we are in two parallel lines?
How can you expect from me for the building the bridge
if I am not qualified for the brilliant communication skill and you are not helping me out?
I thought I have already grown from the relationship between you and me,
And I would have never suffered the pain from it anymore
However, while you said that to you I made effortless.
My emotion can not be hold anymore.
The tears are breaking the dam
Falling cats and dogs
Today I knew what so beautiful about the beach is the graceful parallel horizontal lines that they are keeping the peaceful distance and have never came across.
Water is water
Sand is sand
Air is air
There is not a matter in between the two.
Yeah, it is my fault.
A fault puts me into this odd situation.
It is impossible to discuss if we stand at two parallel lines.
The distance is the most beautiful thing.
Monday, December 04, 2006
Parallel Lines(draft Two)
What is the point to discuss if we keep walking in two parallel lines?
Two lines are with a great distance and never come across.
How could I build a bridge to communicate you and me?
While your walls are so adamant,
There is not even a window or a door
There is no sign or guide
There is
Nothing
How could I knock down your wall to communicate with you
if I am not stronger
Smarter
More articulate than you?
I am not qualified the better condition than you and you are not helping me out?
Yeah, how could I hope that you are helping me out since you are not even aware there is a great distance between us.
I thought I have already grown from the relationship between you and me,
And I would have never suffered the pain and be hurt by you anymore
However, while you are even denying my attitude,
I could not calm myself anymore.
The tears are just breaking the dam
Falling cats and dogs
Today I knew what so beautiful about the beach
The graceful parallel horizontal lines which keep the peaceful distances between each other and have never came across.
Water is water
Sand is sand
Air is air
There are not any matters in between the two.
Yeah, it is my fault.
A fault puts me and you into this odd situation.
Our meeting is an absolutely fault.
It is impossible to discuss if we stand at two parallel lines.
Keeping distance
is the most beautiful thing.
Two lines are with a great distance and never come across.
How could I build a bridge to communicate you and me?
While your walls are so adamant,
There is not even a window or a door
There is no sign or guide
There is
Nothing
How could I knock down your wall to communicate with you
if I am not stronger
Smarter
More articulate than you?
I am not qualified the better condition than you and you are not helping me out?
Yeah, how could I hope that you are helping me out since you are not even aware there is a great distance between us.
I thought I have already grown from the relationship between you and me,
And I would have never suffered the pain and be hurt by you anymore
However, while you are even denying my attitude,
I could not calm myself anymore.
The tears are just breaking the dam
Falling cats and dogs
Today I knew what so beautiful about the beach
The graceful parallel horizontal lines which keep the peaceful distances between each other and have never came across.
Water is water
Sand is sand
Air is air
There are not any matters in between the two.
Yeah, it is my fault.
A fault puts me and you into this odd situation.
Our meeting is an absolutely fault.
It is impossible to discuss if we stand at two parallel lines.
Keeping distance
is the most beautiful thing.
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
The Greatest thing
As I expected; the only certain is uncertainty
My name is Serene
Like sand that you can never hold and feather that blow by the wind
We all reagant to one another
Is almost like reward for being with each other
It comes and goes.......
We can never know
What other hold, to you
Smile will never cost you a thing
It will only sing inside of you
My name is Serene
Like sand that you can never hold and feather that blow by the wind
We all reagant to one another
Is almost like reward for being with each other
It comes and goes.......
We can never know
What other hold, to you
Smile will never cost you a thing
It will only sing inside of you
Monday, October 16, 2006
Chapter Three: A WORLD WITH ONLY MYSELF
In the border of culture
I chose to shut my door too
In a world with only me
At least I could get some peace.
Everything follows my concious
Ordered by my dream
In a space of 99 square feet
I built my little Kindom inside chelsea dream
A phone call from home
School fee, the bills, the rents are asking for my
Gains?
Achievements?
Commerce?
Reflections?
The fancy dream is drying out.
The peace is falling apart.
Empty is the only thing left.
And now the room is like a ugly chain, a infine black hell
Where is my way out?
Somebody please help me out?
?
?
?
?
A world with only myself.
I chose to shut my door too
In a world with only me
At least I could get some peace.
Everything follows my concious
Ordered by my dream
In a space of 99 square feet
I built my little Kindom inside chelsea dream
A phone call from home
School fee, the bills, the rents are asking for my
Gains?
Achievements?
Commerce?
Reflections?
The fancy dream is drying out.
The peace is falling apart.
Empty is the only thing left.
And now the room is like a ugly chain, a infine black hell
Where is my way out?
Somebody please help me out?
?
?
?
?
A world with only myself.
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
Chapter Two: Fence
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I’ve never be part of it.
And yet, never will be, no matter how hard I’m trying.
Closing windows
Closing doors,
Closing gates
Closing fences
Boundaries are getting clear and clear
I’ve been kept outside from the very beginning, and I’ve never realized.
I could only watch
Picture
Copy
Imagine
Dream
The world I wanna be in.
Sunday, October 08, 2006
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Thursday, October 05, 2006
None Sense
"Do I know what you expect?"
Are you expecting from me?
I didn't hear you say that to my ears
I'm not your property and I'm not listening to you
Will you like me anyway?
It's okay to be afraid, I feel it too.
mighty more than you...
percolate through yourself
and you shall see, it will be all over again
refuse your desire, refuse to believe, refuse your mind
can you have total control of yourself
can you become immune to your instinct
and still be you?
Are you expecting from me?
I didn't hear you say that to my ears
I'm not your property and I'm not listening to you
Will you like me anyway?
It's okay to be afraid, I feel it too.
mighty more than you...
percolate through yourself
and you shall see, it will be all over again
refuse your desire, refuse to believe, refuse your mind
can you have total control of yourself
can you become immune to your instinct
and still be you?
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
My world loose gravity.
I was avalanched by identity.
Weightless in a river.
I cannot control the way, and yet, cannot stop.
I've already been on the way, drifting across the cultures.
I’ve been pushing by the waves
Lost completely in my space.
I’ve been a stranger to the world
The world is very strange to me.
I am crying to land
Therefore, there is no way
I am a faint weightless fish
Flowed, drifted, bitten by waves.
I was avalanched by identity.
Weightless in a river.
I cannot control the way, and yet, cannot stop.
I've already been on the way, drifting across the cultures.
I’ve been pushing by the waves
Lost completely in my space.
I’ve been a stranger to the world
The world is very strange to me.
I am crying to land
Therefore, there is no way
I am a faint weightless fish
Flowed, drifted, bitten by waves.
Saturday, September 23, 2006
I stand at the border of the two worlds.
I don’t know how many doors I need to open
How many I need to shut?
I stand at the border of worlds
I don’t know how many I have to receive
And how much I need to give?
I’ve been stopped outside the fence
And I also have been locked inside my world
How many we need to modify?
How many we need to keep?
When should I need to listen to others?
When should I need to listen to my voice?
How long I have been watching
How long I still need to imagine?
I’m walking around the border
I don’t know how to speak
What to do
Where to go
Who should I listen to?
I don’t know how many doors I need to open
How many I need to shut?
I stand at the border of worlds
I don’t know how many I have to receive
And how much I need to give?
I’ve been stopped outside the fence
And I also have been locked inside my world
How many we need to modify?
How many we need to keep?
When should I need to listen to others?
When should I need to listen to my voice?
How long I have been watching
How long I still need to imagine?
I’m walking around the border
I don’t know how to speak
What to do
Where to go
Who should I listen to?
Saturday, July 29, 2006
Why?
By hearing the news of the war from middle east rescently,
I have been really painful.
My heart have been weeping everyday
So many questions flow into my mind make me hardly breathe.
Why people can not realize killing people is not the way lead to peace?
Why people can not understand having a war just make people to hate each other even more??
Why people can not listen to the voice different from them?
Why people can not stop representing the others in theirselves projection of fear?
Why people can not stop being so superiority, and think from the other people's position?
Why people can not stop having the desire of controling the other people?
Why people can not see the oppression rised because of the unfair world?
Why people can not see how they trample down the other people and always ask why other people always angry at me?
Why people can not see themselves might be wrong?
Why people can not let the world be equal?
Why people can not let the other be themselves?
Why? WHy? WHy? WHy? WHy??
Why people can not learn, and always let the blood run over the earth?????
Tell me why?
I have been really painful.
My heart have been weeping everyday
So many questions flow into my mind make me hardly breathe.
Why people can not realize killing people is not the way lead to peace?
Why people can not understand having a war just make people to hate each other even more??
Why people can not listen to the voice different from them?
Why people can not stop representing the others in theirselves projection of fear?
Why people can not stop being so superiority, and think from the other people's position?
Why people can not stop having the desire of controling the other people?
Why people can not see the oppression rised because of the unfair world?
Why people can not see how they trample down the other people and always ask why other people always angry at me?
Why people can not see themselves might be wrong?
Why people can not let the world be equal?
Why people can not let the other be themselves?
Why? WHy? WHy? WHy? WHy??
Why people can not learn, and always let the blood run over the earth?????
Tell me why?
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
Night Light Sight Up
Every morning the summer light wake me up!
I feel sick of light 'cause it never shine me up
Two cups of coffee,
Two jugs of juices,
I still not wake up
I felt nothing from summer light
'cause I came from where it comes up
Two things I like more than a coffee cup
one is night, another is perfect sight
Take me to the kindest night
and I will be in my summer light
I feel sick of light 'cause it never shine me up
Two cups of coffee,
Two jugs of juices,
I still not wake up
I felt nothing from summer light
'cause I came from where it comes up
Two things I like more than a coffee cup
one is night, another is perfect sight
Take me to the kindest night
and I will be in my summer light
Friday, July 14, 2006
chair/table/lamp/on/paper/in front/
read/got/nothing/coffee/cigarette/back/
read/more/confuse/stop/clean/plates/yesterday/
think/sit/sofa/TV/nothing/DVD/old/remembering/
nearly/stop/walk/shop/coke/sweet/try/not to smoke/
sweet/finish/thinking/no/smoke/fail
Recording at 10:43 13July06
Using one word to what is around you and what you are doing
lets other imagination flow
read/got/nothing/coffee/cigarette/back/
read/more/confuse/stop/clean/plates/yesterday/
think/sit/sofa/TV/nothing/DVD/old/remembering/
nearly/stop/walk/shop/coke/sweet/try/not to smoke/
sweet/finish/thinking/no/smoke/fail
Recording at 10:43 13July06
Using one word to what is around you and what you are doing
lets other imagination flow
Monday, July 10, 2006
I've never wana be alone
I've never wana be alone.
But I need to be alone.
........ to be continued ^_^ (Just feel so strongly about these two sentences recently)
But I need to be alone.
........ to be continued ^_^ (Just feel so strongly about these two sentences recently)
2 hours on my way home
9/7/06
22:01 I'm in a pub in Covent garden
Italy beats France 5-3 in a penalty shoot-out win the world cup of 2006
The aura soon reaches its peak through every corner in Cental London.
22:45 I'm in Piccadilly circus with my friends.
Here is full of the sounds of cheering.
flags are flying.
Horns are sounding.
London is vivrating.
22:01 I'm in a pub in Covent garden
Italy beats France 5-3 in a penalty shoot-out win the world cup of 2006
The aura soon reaches its peak through every corner in Cental London.
22:45 I'm in Piccadilly circus with my friends.
Here is full of the sounds of cheering.
flags are flying.
Horns are sounding.
London is vivrating.
My friends and I am woodenly standing there,
shareing the moment of joy.
23:01 I don't wana go home
But my friends are leaving
I walk alone along Piccadilly
Trumpeted cars block it
Lots groups of friends cheer out on the street
Somehow I feel fullfilled by just watching all these
Their passion makes me so excited
23:17 I don't wana go home
I am in front of Green Park
I make several calls to friends, and express my thrill
Nobody feel the same as me.
23:27 I don't wanna go home
I am in Hyde Park Corner
I walk through xxxxx
The sounds of cheering start drawing away from me
Few passerbys also walk alone like me
23:30 I don't wanna go home
I am in Knightsbridge
I see three ladies and two gentlmen dressed nicely walking into a posh door
The archetecture looks like some embassy, but there is no flag
I glimpse at the lordly door for few seconds
Wondering what is the party going on in there
23:37 I don't wanna go home
I am passing by a quiet cafe resturant
The light diffusing through its gauze warms my heart
I stop my steps as my mind dither
23:44 I don't wana go home
I turn into Sloane Street
My bat is far away from me
I can't barely hear any cheers or horns from the street
What welcome me is a beautiful bright full-moon
The moon is taking me home
The street is so quiet
I pass by a private garden near my house
In between the bushes is a double bench lounged under the vivid street light
I missed him so much
At this cool summer night
After flaming passion
What leaves me is myself alone again
00:01 I don't wanna go home
I am at my home.
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p.s. "xxxx" is the arch in the middle of hyde park cornor. Anyone knows the name of it?
shareing the moment of joy.
23:01 I don't wana go home
But my friends are leaving
I walk alone along Piccadilly
Trumpeted cars block it
Lots groups of friends cheer out on the street
Somehow I feel fullfilled by just watching all these
Their passion makes me so excited
23:17 I don't wana go home
I am in front of Green Park
I make several calls to friends, and express my thrill
Nobody feel the same as me.
23:27 I don't wanna go home
I am in Hyde Park Corner
I walk through xxxxx
The sounds of cheering start drawing away from me
Few passerbys also walk alone like me
23:30 I don't wanna go home
I am in Knightsbridge
I see three ladies and two gentlmen dressed nicely walking into a posh door
The archetecture looks like some embassy, but there is no flag
I glimpse at the lordly door for few seconds
Wondering what is the party going on in there
23:37 I don't wanna go home
I am passing by a quiet cafe resturant
The light diffusing through its gauze warms my heart
I stop my steps as my mind dither
23:44 I don't wana go home
I turn into Sloane Street
My bat is far away from me
I can't barely hear any cheers or horns from the street
What welcome me is a beautiful bright full-moon
The moon is taking me home
The street is so quiet
I pass by a private garden near my house
In between the bushes is a double bench lounged under the vivid street light
I missed him so much
At this cool summer night
After flaming passion
What leaves me is myself alone again
00:01 I don't wanna go home
I am at my home.
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p.s. "xxxx" is the arch in the middle of hyde park cornor. Anyone knows the name of it?
Thursday, June 15, 2006
What do we put in our work (?)
Something we can share
Our style
Our role
Immediate communication
Honesty (peanuts and sausages)
Emotion
Something we like
Obsessions
Men with long-haired armpits
Tradition
Memories
Laugh & Care
Ugly, dark, disturbing and grotesque
Me and now
Love and Time
Our style
Our role
Immediate communication
Honesty (peanuts and sausages)
Emotion
Something we like
Obsessions
Men with long-haired armpits
Tradition
Memories
Laugh & Care
Ugly, dark, disturbing and grotesque
Me and now
Love and Time
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