Streetlight people

Living just to find emotion
Hiding somewhere in the night...


Nicesong+Glee+soundhound+mic+blogpress

貴方の話しが聞きたい

A silvery globe, glittering and shiny - held down by a length of pink ribbon, held down, prevented from floating away. It veers left and right, heedless of the little girl holding the other end of the string, bumping against the people to the left and right. With eyes full of wonder and adoration, the little girl withdraws the pink ribbon, pulling the silver balloon towards herself. She looks at her own reflection in the silvered surface, occasionally polishing it with an embarrassed, half hearted gesture.

Sometimes I only remember after lights out. Sometimes I don't remember at all.

What's your story?

what's the point

of me reviewing your paper, editing them, correcting them, inserting comments - when all you do is to "accept all changes" and ignore the comments, then forward them to all the authors for "comments before submission". and when someone points out the same things as I do, you forward me their commented version and ask me to make changes. I read their comments and
HELLO I HAVE ALREADY SAID EXACTLY THE SAME THINGS! JUST BECAUSE I DON'T HAVE A PHD/I WAS NOT INVOLVED IN THE EXPERIMENTS/I AM YOUR SUBORDINATE/I SUPPOSEDLY KNOW NOTHING DOESN'T MEAN THAT YOU CAN IGNORE MY COMMENTS AND THEN TELL ME TO MAKE CHANGES. THERE IS A REASON WHY I PUT THINGS IN COMMENTS... BECAUSE YOU, YES YOU, ARE SUPPOSED TO READ THEM AND DO THE CORRECTIONS YOURSELF. IT'S YOUR EXPERIMENT. IT'S YOUR PAPER. NOBODY ELSE KNOWS WHAT YOU ARE TRYING TO SAY, WHICH OF THE SETS OF CONFLICTING DATA IS CORRECT, WHERE YOU GOT YOUR EQUATION FROM. WHY SHOULD I "DO CORRECTIONS" TO YOUR PAPER AGAIN? YOU ARE PROBABLY GOING TO IGNORE MY COMMENTS AGAIN.

Once in a while I need to type in allcaps.

from Dears by Gackt

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たとえどんなに傷....も
どれだけ傷つくこ...になっても
誰にも僕は止められない

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oh how I love his (MARS live) platinum box CD.

Another grey day in the big blue world

Sakamoto Maaya

And now she wakes to another grey day
In the Big Blue World
And her room's a tiny cage for a golden bird
O where did love go?

And now the baby, that looks like him,
Starts to cry again
And again, again, eternally over again
Do rivers ever end?

Count a thousand drops of rain
Washed down the drain
Is life the same, in a way?

Catch the bus that never comes
Clouds block the sun
Is life the same, in a way?

What will tomorrow bring?
Will birds sing?

And now the flowers in the window box
Seem to bow their heads
As she sits and stares with eyes, sad circles of red
where did love go?

Never a letter or a call
A knock upon the door
So much like life, in a way

Watch the hands move round the clock
Tie time in knots
Life does the same, in a way

What will tomorrow bring?
Will birds sing?

Let the birds sing!

And now she sleeps in an empty bed
Through a starless night
But she dreams of snow-white doves
Bringing branches of love
maybe that's enough

Count a thousand drops of rain
Washed down the drain
Is life the same, in a way?

Catch the bus that never comes
Clouds block the sun
Is life the same, in a way?

Never a letter or a call
A knock upon the door
So much like life, in a way

Watch the hands move round the clock
Tie time in knots
Life does the same, in a way

What will tomorrow bring?
Will birds sing?

時間は誰も待たない

shopping

1 FOX yellow hoody
1 asics shoes
1 uniqlo jeans
4 threadless tees
1 wittee monster - widemouthshut (gift)
1 tiger bean "light mascot"(gift)
1 Dlink wireless router
=)

Dear Dlink

Your product is great. However, "Readed and accept our rules" is unacceptable, in more than one respect.

NBN speeds

Wireless setup using my lousy 802.11 b/g usb adaptor.







Not too bad =) so much faster than my current cxn.

5 second nightmare

is as scary as any other nightmares can be.
just one text msg.

desiderata

A poem quoted by a speaker this evening. I seemed to have seen it somewhere, was it on my boss' desk? shall go find out tmr.

Desiderata

Max Ehrmann

Go placidly amid the noise and the haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.

As far as possible, without surrender,
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even to the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons;
they are vexatious to the spirit.

If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain or bitter,
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.

Exercise caution in your business affairs,
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals,
and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love,
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment,
it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.

Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be.
And whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life,
keep peace in your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.

Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

Random ramble

Something random I typed on my iPod a few days ago. Don't even remember what inspired this rant. Very incoherent and rambly.


Are you allowed to learn how to cook while you are helping AIDS stricken kids in Africa? Or what about learning Spanish?or how to dance? My point being, should you be able to pursue your own interests while doing something for the greater good of humanity?

Personally I would think that you should be free to pursue what you want to do, as long as it is not criminally wrong or cause harm to others, but apparently our society doesn't see or feel so. If otherwise why the constant attacks on ministers who go overseas for an expensive culinary lesson? No doubt it's in the middle of a recession, but it is also his own money. Should he donate all his money and love a frugal life? He would then have no means to enjoy his life outside his work, and it may be debatable whether he enjoys his work or not. Not many then, would have the motivation to be a public servant, under the constant scrutiny of the public on how you enjoy yourself. Not many find true passion in the work he does nowadays, but of course this is a discussion for another time. Just a last sentence on this point, people are just doing their jobs as a means of survival, or as a symbol of prestige, a means of getting enough money to enjoy their life when they retire.

Why then are certain people under flak for enjoying the monies that they earn? Much more so than the businessman who does golf, the banker who clubs, the average worker who travels to various countries? Is it because these certain people are called to a higher purpose, so much so that they should dedicate their whole life to it, that they should have no time for the trivial stuff? The humanitarian worker who should not have time doing golf, the teacher who should not be caught clubbing or dancing, the pastor who should not be allowed to travel for leisure because he should devote his life to doing God's work only.

The press should not determine what is right or wrong for the public, all for the sake of sensationalism. There are better things to report, hopefully in a more neutral voice.

SONIC BOOM

Sakamoto Maaya

覚えている?　陽のひかりで 小鳥のように　目覚めた日を
未来なんてあたりまえに　来るものだと思っていた

好きな人とずっといっしょにいたいそんな単純な夢も
叶えられずに　僕らはここで離れてしまうの

早く　いちばん大切な人のところへ
このまま　きみをほんとうに失うその前に
答えはとっくに決まってる 想いを　かたちに変えるんだ

そばにいても気づけなくて 今になってわかったこと
もしかしたらあの頃より 僕は君の近くにいる

力まかせにただ　抱きしめたって 守ることはできなくて
僕は大事なものをいくつも壊してきたけど

走れ いま自由になる僕の意識
届け 原色の羽根に乗って舞い上がれ
きっと間に合う　最果ての向こうで 必ず会えるんだ

早くいちばん大切な人のところへ
このまま　きみをほんとうに失うその前に
答えはずっと決まってた　僕たちは知っていた
想いを　かたちに変えるんだ

僕らはそれを未来と呼ぶんだ

Do you remember?
The days when - like a small bird, awakened to the rays of the sun, and thinking that tomorrow would certainly come.

Wishing to be together forever, with the person you like
And in not being able to realize such a simple dream, are we being separated here?

Hurry! To the most important person
At this rate, I will really lose you, but before that happens
My answer, which has been already decided, will be to set these feelings into form.

Even at your side, I did not realize, what seems so apparent to me right now.
Perhaps compared to that time, I am closer to you.

But even just holding and protecting you with all my might, is something I cannot do
I have wrecked countless important things.

Run! My consciousness which has now become free
Reach! Soar, riding on feathers of primary colours
Surely it would be in time, we would definitely meet over at the furthest ends.

Hurry! To the person that is most important.
At this rate, I will really lose you, but before that happens
The answer, which has been already decided, we all have already known, will be to set these feelings into form.

We call "that" the future.

do not regret saying something vs the regret of being too late to say anything

all still regrets.

絵夢〜for my dear〜

絵夢〜for my dear〜
GACKT

突然の出会いへの 心からの喜びと
「いつしか終わるかもしれない･･･」そんな感覚(きょうふ)に怯えて
そして瞳を見つめてた　何もわからずに
the pleasure that my heart feels from the sudden encounter conveys
that fearful dread - "it may be over without me noticing..."
and then looking intently into your eyes
without understanding anything

どれだけの思い出も夢のような幻で
いつまでも変わることのない　閉じ込められた君がいる
現在(いま)も瞳を見つめてた
何も変わらずに
to what extent of memories are likened to dreamlike illusions,
it would forever not change
you are there, being imprisoned
even now looking intently into your eyes
without changing anything

手を伸ばせば届いてた微笑みは儚くて
目を閉じれば腕の中で消えていく君を
もう一度抱きたくて
あの時、あの場所で出会ったことを忘れないから･･･
if I stretched out my hand, the smile that I reached is short-lived
if I closed my eyes wishing to embrace in my arms once again, you who have vanished
Because I can't forget that time, that place where we came across each other

風の中で踊る君の姿は
光に包まれていた
Your dancing figure in the wind
Being embraced by the light

君だけを見つめてた
僕は瞳を見つめてた
今も君だけを見つめてる
何も変わらずに
I fixed my eyes only on you
My eyes fixed upon yours
Even now I fix my eyes only upon you
without changing anything

手を伸ばせば届いてた微笑みは切なくて
目を閉じれば夢の中へ消えていく君を
もう一度抱きたくて
あの時、あの場所で出会ったことを忘れないから･･･
if I stretched out my hand, the smile that I reached is suffocating
if I closed my eyes wishing to embrace once again, you who have vanished into my dreams
Because I can't forget that time, that place where we came across each other

忘れないから･･･
Because I can't forget...



Lyrics shamelessly taken from Lyricwiki
Translation - self

amused

on the cab ride home
- the driver started knn-ing every sentence while talking on the phone
- started with tyres squealing (for 0.5 sec) twice
- saw a crashed car at the traffic lights with the front almost totally gone, parts strewned around the road, fluid leaking, air bag popped out, driver walking around dunno doing what, entering passenger seat at the back. didn't see the car/thing he crashed into though.
- the cab drove past me after i alighted, going into the multi-storey car park to park and the driver came down the stairs, perhaps noticing me.

=)

my firefox statusbar + a popup.

greasemonkey+rikaichan+tea timer yums

it's time for dinner.

Colors
Sakamoto Maaya

suddenly,
everything i’ve ever known disappears
like a thought in a dream
and returns to silence
there’s nothing that i need
from the world behind
because it seems so faraway

i hear someone whisper into my ear
i turn around but find nothing there
until i look up
and i see colors of love
raining down on me

ride the light
i’m stepping out into open sky
and i’m not afraid of falling
i’m not scared to let go
so beautiful
and everything i ever wanted

blessings
flowing over me
growing
rolling over and over
never want to go back
to the way it was before

i hear someone whisper into my ear
i turn around but find nothing there
until i look up
and i see colors of love
raining down on me

cakes

3 slices packed in a box,
those with a white creamy shell,
left untouched for hours,
on the table overnight.

only to find a most gruesome sight,
when opened next morning,
instead of cakes,
a white plump queen ant.

during a test

a bullet through the centre of the forehead,
of an already dead stranger.
who had came alive in a nocturnal visitation,
only to die gruesomely once more.

86 - senses

they are very funny.
they work together, but yet,
when one or two are down,
the others work harder.
They are also easily tricked.

87 - limbs

blessed with our limbs,
we crawl we run we climb we swim.
taking them for granted,
misusing, abusing, neglecting.

88 - number of wishes

typical stereotypes,
controlling my way of life,
and in turning a blind eye,
finding only that it's the third.

89 - every second matters

alert freshness,
watchful seconds,
tick-tock tick-tock,
restraint order.

90 - the beginning

not a race,
just a journey,
perhaps for eternity.

pockets of freshness

In these still moments, everything seems to stand still
Like a stalemate, nothing ever moves Every non-move frustrates, every minute stretches into
What seem like eternity, with no sign of progression
But beneath the surface, pockets of freshness lies
Waiting to be released, to mingle to mix to bring new life
When the wind starts to blow again

nozy

a stray of vision,
a sliver of memory,
a streak of anonymity,
a shoulder of woes.

a tap of keys,
a tinge of frantic,
a tomb unburied,
a twinge of sad.

an unheard-of tale,
an untold resolution,
an unmentionable feeling,
an undertaking of one.

vunerable,
wriggling,
xeromorphing yealings.

thinking and writing

is such a pleasure that i had lost, once ago, and is now on the path of re-discovery.

TIL about performance and mastery orientation

http://www.pixelpoppers.com/2009/11/awesome-by-proxy-addicted-to-fake.html

in short (pretty post short already), put in effort into the things i am doing/supposed to do!

edit: context http://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/b8xvb/how_many_of_you_are_considered_unusually_smart/

もう学生じゃない

悲しい現実だ。
今は働く人の考え方しかできない。もちろん勤務時間中にだけだ。

equines after dark

when the darkness falls,
when lamps are turned on, artificial lights abuzz,
when the world slows down its motions,

this knightly beast calls,
yes, silently and stealthily as it does,
creeping up slowly invading private emotions.

it picks out fears and pains,
taking them, moulding them, crafting out a story,
deliver it right into the unsuspecting being,

nursing the trauma which triumphantly reigns,
rehearsing the dark story in all its glory,
feeding the ever-consuming.

softly,
gently,
quietly,
wordlessly,
sneaking,
slipping,
quickening,
threatening,
implant,
supplant,
undulant,
nonchalant,
petulant assailant,
tremulant flagellant,
FOO BAR BAZ!

stop feeding my mares.

disorderly

it's time to change things, even if it means living an ascetic life for now.
it's time to bring about order, even if it means dictating my life on paper everyday.
it's time to be disciplined, and sustain it through and maintain it throughout.

IF I want to get somewhere, and not drift around aimlessly,
IF I want to be able to separate my work worries from personal worries,
IF this is what these 6 months has taught me.

And the time is now. *someone buy me an organizer that syncs with my computer that syncs with my ipod that syncs with my handphone.* ignorethepreviouslinerubbish.

*note to self
recheck priorities
evaluate time spent on low priorities
evaluate how to shift time around (whee~)

Even if

Even if this is a dream,
even if it is not reality,
there are things that I've never seen,
things that I've never tasted,
things I've never experienced.

Even if the reality as I know crumbles into a million pieces,
I could still hang on, holding these pieces,
crafting together a landscape of dreams and reality.

Even if you are not here,
even if I'm still in a dark tunnel right now,
even if there's no return route,
even if I'm being hounded by my fears and heartaches,
even if I'm still confused,
even if I'm still lost.
Even if.

I still want to move forward,
I still want to believe,
I still want to carry on in my dreamscape.
To dance, to sing, to enjoy the cool night breeze,
to jump, to run, to soak in the warm bright sun.
To teach myself to be myself, not to fear being laughed at,
to be myself, not to be afraid of umscalable obstacles.
And lead myself onwards into the mysterious wonderful mesmerizing winding path of life.

*this took 1 week to transfer from my ipottouch to here. zzz. not very polished yet though. lazy to do more.