Eason - Duo Sydney Concert 2010 (Sydney Entertainment Centre, Saturday 02/10/2010)

Went to Eason Chan's Duo Sydney 2010 concert 02/10/2010. I really enjoyed it.The duo concept was about singing songs by other singers which were significant to Eason.


One of the songs, "Tuo Fei Lun" (Tourbillon), made me reminisce my second year in Sydney - I was 22 then, and David Tao's song "22" was my anthem. I was a blossom waiting to bloom, unfurling its petals slowly but surely, impatient to be greeted by the sun.


I am 29 years old this year, I look back to when I was 22 years old, and I think of how far I have come, what I have achieved, and what I have yet to achieve. 


Eason Chan's song describes my 29 years of life and living. I now realise the importance of time. 

Time waits for no man, nor woman. 


陀飞轮

过去十八岁 没戴表 不过有时间
够我 没有后顾　野性贪玩

霎眼廿七岁 时日无多 方不敢偷惰
宏愿纵未了 奋斗总不太晚
然后突然今秋
望望身边 应该有 已尽有
我的美酒 跑车 相机 金表 也讲究
直到世间 个个也妒忌 仍不怎么富有
用我尚有 换我没有
其实已 用尽所拥有

曾付出 几多心跳
来换取 一堆堆 的发票
人值得 命中减少几秒 多买一只表
秒速　捉得紧了
而皮肤竟偷偷松了
为何用到尽了 至知哪样紧要

劳力是 无止境
活着多好 不需要 靠物证
也不以高薪 高职 高级品 搏尊敬
就算搏到 伯爵那地位 和萧邦的隽永
卖了任性 日拼夜拼
忘掉了为甚么高兴

曾付出 几多心跳
来换取 一堆堆 的发票
人值得 命中减少几秒 多买一只表
秒速　捉得紧了
而皮肤竟偷偷松了
为何用到尽了 至知哪样紧要

记住那　关于光阴的教训
回头走　天已暗
你献出了十寸　时和分
可有换到十寸金
还剩低 几多心跳
人面跟水晶表面对照
连自己　亦都分析不了　得到多与少
也许　真的疯了
那个倒影 多么可笑
灵魂若变卖了 上链也没心跳
银或金 都不紧要
谁造机芯 一样了
计划了 照做了 得到了 时间却太少
还剩低 几多心跳
还在数 赶不及了
昂贵是这刻 我觉悟了
在时计里 看破一生 淼淼

Ironically, I was meant to post this up much sooner. :) 

 

Eason - Duo Sydney Concert 2010 (Sydney Entertainment Centre, Saturday 02/10/2010)

Fifteenth Day of Chinese New Year - Chap Goh Mei

The fifteenth day of Chinese New Year is more popularly known in Malaysia as Chap Goh Mei. The celebrations of the fifteenth day is no less splendid; on the night we would make sweet glutinous rice balls (tang yuan) served in a ginger syrup soup as a symbol of unity (round) and the good things in life (sweetness). Chap Goh Mei is also the Chinese version of St. Valentine's day, with unmarried girls throwing mandarin oranges for the man of their dreams to pick up.

I worked on Chap Goh Mei, of course. This Chap Goh Mei turned out to be the most eventful one of my life so far. The pharmacy I worked at was robbed and I was held up by a man holding a sharp knife. Thankfully no one was hurt. I left the pharmacy feeling angry, angry that there are people who feel that they have the right to rob and steal from others just because they feel themselves to be underprivileged. This man is neither physically impaired, and certainly not mentally impaired, considering that he is clever enough to orchestrate a hold-up on two defenceless ladies. Indeed.

I left the scene feeling detached and wary, too. I can't stop these things from happening. One of the things in life. It's a valuable lesson for me to be always vigilant no matter where I am. My rose-tinted glasses have faded now.

To that man: You may escape without being caught this time, count yourself lucky. I do believe in karma. What goes around comes around. It's a valuable lesson for you, too, not just for me.

I saw the full moon on Chap Goh Mei night. I wished that I was carrying a Chinese lattern as when I was young, playing beneath the moonlight, blissfully unaware of the ugly reality of the world.

Sadly, I no longer live in a beautiful world.

Fifteenth Day of Chinese New Year - Chap Goh Mei

Petaling Jaya in Sydney

" ...it felt as if I was back home in Petaling Jaya (PJ)..."

It was a usual Sunday morning. I had choir practice in the morning, after which the choir sang during mass. I enjoyed singing Byrd's Agnus Dei and Ave Verum Corpus, although to my chagrin I sang my part slightly earlier half way through Ave Verum Corpus, and the choir conductor, GP, noticed it, and gave me a knowing smile. He did comment to me after mass that it wouldn't have been noticed by the congregation. I tend to slip up when I get excited... perhaps over-excited.

It was during mass when Father John gave his sermon, and I was lost in reverie, that I noticed a bird chirping, its sound resonating through the church, almost as if it was listening to Father John speak and replying fervently. It was then I realised that when one is lost in one's own world, the world is lost upon one. I'm sure the bird was trying to tell me to wake up and pay attention; I have been absorbed into a world of my own lately, and if I could snap out of it, things would be clearer to me.

I had lunch at the Fish Market; I haven't been there for more than a year at least. I sat on grass at Wentworth Park; the feel of slightly damp grass and the sun on my skin is difficult to explain. I feel alive, not just living.

Walking to the bus stop behind World Square to catch the bus back to college, I noticed that it was quite humid, and although the afternoon sun made its exit behind the clouds, it felt as if I was back home in PJ. I do miss home.

Petaling Jaya in Sydney

Conversation Between Two Heartless People

PY: I am a heartless person. I don't have a heart.

SY: What happened to it?

PY: I left it at home. My mum said that she'll look after it for me.

SY: Isn't a heart like a credit card? You don't leave home without it.

PY: I don't care.

SY: If you don't use it, then why don't you give it to me? Mine is broken anyway.

Conversation Between Two Heartless People

So Heiress It Is...

So Paris Hilton goes to jail, and gets back out again. It's not Monopoly, she doesn't have a "Get Out Of Jail" pass. It's reality, baby.

Seems as if an heiress is entitled to do anything she wants, even if it borders on a breach of law. What to do? The golden key hanging from her mouth also opens jail doors apparently.

Or does it? Seemingly the US population aren't too happy with her being sent home and put under house arrest (assuming that the over 400 emails and hundreds of phone calls from people around the States represent the true population and not just the people who are anti-Hilton administration), and she's now ordered back into jail.

So what next, Miss Hilton? The Simple Jail Life?

So Heiress It Is...