「 sunset on 5:14 AM 」

"Home"

Another summer day

Has come and gone away

In Paris and Rome

But I wanna go home

Mmmmmmmm

Maybe surrounded by

A million people I

Still feel all alone

I just wanna go home

Oh, I miss you, you know

And I’ve been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you

Each one a line or two

“I’m fine baby, how are you?”

Well I would send them but I know that it’s just not enough

My words were cold and flat

And you deserve more than that

Another aeroplane

Another sunny place

’m lucky I know

But I wanna go home

Mmmm, I’ve got to go home

Let me go home

I’m just too far from where you are

I wanna come home

And I feel just like I’m living someone else’s life

It’s like I just stepped outside

When everything was going right

And I know just why you could not

Come along with me

'Cause this was not your dream

But you always believed in me

Another winter day has come

And gone away

In even Paris and Rome

And I wanna go home

Let me go home

And I’m surrounded by

A million people I

Still feel all alone

Oh, let me go home

Oh, I miss you, you know

Let me go home

I’ve had my run

Baby, I’m done

I gotta go home

Let me go home

It will all be all right

I’ll be home tonight

I’m coming back home

-Michael Buble-

We're supposed to bring music to school today, for a subject called "Comparing Cultures", and do a "Show and Tell". For some reason, I played this. There was silence in the class. The lyrics was echoeing my sentiments word for word. The students were looking at me, as though I was a bawling baby...crying "I wanna go home!!!" repeatedly. I was quiet, but the music conveyed the message as clear as crystal. Nothing needs to be said on my part.

I guessed they shared my sentiments. Yes, comparing cultures. We speak in different languages, experienced different lifestyles, except for one similarity, and that is the universal homesickness we all undergo.

I spoke to my teacher right after class. She has children overseas too, studying as well as working. They must be home-sick too.

When this song was sent to me, never had I thought that it would be this relevant...

「 sunset on 5:30 PM 」

Speechless. If only I had been there. I wonder why? I wonder how? Things could change so drastically. It will be alot easier if I do not bother. But It will be a real pity, if I did not make an effort. Im so far away now...

「 sunset on 7:13 PM 」

My actions
What I said
were all hypocritical to what I felt

Torn apart.

Life is about yourself. And getting what you want.
Sean, stop thinking you are altruistic, because you know you are not.

Life's a competition, and I am begining to see it. For once, I know what it's like to be at the top, and I see things from the eyes of a classmate back in Singapore. There are pros and cons. I am starting to understand.

When I return.
Things will change, I promise.
I won't hide my feelings no longer.

Sacrifices might have to be made.
Why should I give way,
and appear to be a hypocrite
indifferent, or even supportive
with the many masks I am wearing....

「 sunset on 4:47 PM 」

All teachers and most students are going to her funeral tomorrow. I'm contemplating. I don't know her well. Should I be there? I regret not making the effort to know her better. I am now feeling bad for the tragedy.

Been wondering. If one day I'm gone as unexpectedly. Who will know? I mean, my family will be the first to know. But, who will inform my friends back in Singapore? They might never know, till perhaps years later? Pessimistic thinking on my side...arrgh!

Blogs come and go. One of my frequent reads is down. I wonder why. Things are constantly changing. The only thing that is constant in life is change.

「 sunset on 6:51 PM 」

She's dead. Life's unpredictable. One moment, you're alive. The next moment, you're gone! Really unexpected. Of all coincidences, a tree falling on someone...And of all people, a classmate. I did not really know her. Neither did she know me. We said "hi" once. Yet, I feel sympathy for even a stranger. She is just too young to die. And there was no warning....Wham! and that's it...

Let's all pray for her shall we? If you believe in afterlife that is...

「 sunset on 7:27 PM 」

I AM Home Sick !!! I HAVE ENOUGH OF SEEING GREEN...GREEN PASTURES...SALADS...VEGES...LETTUCE...
CABBAGE...CAPSICUMS...
TREES...

TREE!!!

TREE!!!

TREE!!!

A tree collapsed on a classmate of mine last Wed. It was an extremely windy day...could not even walk in a straight line. TREES were bending at 45 degrees. GUSTS of wind howling Ferociously...

Anyway, the TREE collapsed on this Taiwan Student. She is currently in critical condition, and on life support. At first, she was so severely injured that the police could not even identify her. It was that bad! Anyway, she is only 20 years old...Life's unpredictable...VERY. Of all things, a freaking tree??? It could have been me. I walked past that tree on the very same day.

Let us all pray for her, shall we?

I hate all thing green.

AND OH MY!!! Yesterday was ST PATRICK's DAY. An Irish festival or something....And they adorn everything WITH GREEN GREEN GREEN...

Nono...why am I using green? Blue Rox...Yes...The sky is a beautiful blue...

"WAIT"

Aunt introduce me to a colleague of hers- A pro-guitar player.

He offered to teach.

Well then, there was nothing to lose. I said ok.

First guitar lesson...

bla bla bla...Didnt get what he was saying...

Well, but remembered him saying something about my fingers...

Hmm...long, slender, supposedly good, or is it?

Learnt chromatic, whatever that is.

Alternative picking...

Hmm...natural? Did he really say that?

Har har har...

Well, but considering its my FIRST time...

I guess it wasnt too bad.

It'll take a long time for my fingers to coordinate.

And for calluses to form on my finger tips....harden them...

sounds sick.

Now its just practice practice practice.

And he just offered to lend me his accoustic guitar which he never uses...

Not like it will make a difference, considering the number of electric guitars I see in his room...

And my...Those amps.

Don't ask me about the specs...I know nuts. Just know they're humongous.

Well Well....

People forget about things when there is a lack of stimuli.
I wonder if it works the same for people?
When people are gone, you forget about them
Since, the sight, sound and perhaps smell of them no longer exist in the lives of others?

Or perhaps there is stimuli...But people are too busy to take notice?

「 sunset on 6:29 PM 」

She's so Kawaii...

so Soft spoken...

so Mild mannered...

so Sweet...

You'd never imagine...

The image...So Perfect...

SHATTERED...

with a small...

cigarette...

There she was...puffing away...her life and everything...

Legs crossed neatly...

And the wisps of smoke swirling around her...

The beauty...

Like a ROSE,,,wilting away...



Really hate smokers...seems like its an international thing...AHH!

「 sunset on 4:46 AM 」

There are PLENTY of people from China here...*Looks behind back cautiously* Don't wanna get whacked up, or clawed at....or pecked at:p

Singaporeans are as rare as the kiwi bird here in Hamilton. In the whole university, I think there's only 2. That's me, and a teacher who teaches another class... In the whole of Hamilton. I daresay there are 4. me, the teacher, My aunt and her friend...Hmm so rare...

Was talking to a bunch of International students...A Thai guy and a korean girl. To my disgust, halfway through the conversation, they started puffing on cigarettes. The wisps of cigarette smoke spreading out like a fog...silently...

I declined an offer, and tried to end the conversation "tactfully". A teacher came forward, not mine...luckily...At first, I thought she was about to give those 2 a lecture. To my horror, out came a cigarette and a lighter...Soon, all three were puffing their lives away.

I did not pick up that cigarette offered to me. Yet, I knew I had already laid victim to passive smoking. The stench remained on my clothings...At first, it was a stench...After some time, it actually smelled "good"...My gosh...was this the great potency of nicotine? Addictive...

I forgot about it and yes, I am not addicted, thankfully. However, a thought lingered in my mind. Why does one actually smoke? Apparently, it is widespread here in New Zealand. Half of the people I know now smoke...that is the people in Foundation studies. I have seen them smoking in groups...Imagine the pollution!

Why? Does it look cool? I think all it took was a first puff...and they were hooked. Perhaps, addiction to cigarettes differ amongst people. Some get hooked faster, some don't at all. Well, but the fact is, those who are addicted started off as casual smokers. And the casual smokers started off with a first puff...

Don't they know they are smoking their life away? I bet they do. They just cannot help it. And human beings are short-sighted in some ways...Only knowing how to experience the temporary high in the present, and never thinking about the consequences in the future.

I see a smoker approaching...gotta sign off...Pray for myself to be smoke-free...