Last night, I laid on the beach till 1.a.m in the morning waiting for the celestial phenomenon to happen. The result was a disappointing total of only 5 shooting stars over the 2 hour wait. I was expecting a meteor shower. not meteor drizzle. Unfortunately, I was unable to capture the stars on film, as the spit second wonder was only meant for the eyes. The Mr. McDreamy inside me suggested that, "Maybe if i follow the path of the shooting star, I might find an angel who has fallen from the sky."
Just like a child who never gives up hope, I secretly made a wish after each falling star. But just like a child, I stupidly squandered all 5 wishes on the same thing. Nonetheless, it was enough to make me smile happily to myself for the whole night. At that moment, the cynic inside me was killed and I was a believer in folklores once more. Let's hope my wish turned into reality.
i made a wish upon a falling star.
13.8.07
Perseids
"The Perseids are a prolific meteor shower associated with the comet Swift-Tuttle. The Perseids are so called because the point they appear to come from, called the radiant, lies in the constellation Perseus. Meteor showers occur when Earth moves through a meteor stream..."
"The famous Perseid meteor shower has been observed for about 2000 years, with the first known information on these meteors coming from the Far East. In early Europe, the Perseids came to be known as the 'tears of St. Lawrence' " - wikipedia
"The famous Perseid meteor shower has been observed for about 2000 years, with the first known information on these meteors coming from the Far East. In early Europe, the Perseids came to be known as the 'tears of St. Lawrence' " - wikipedia
12.8.07
11.8.07
more than words
Writing seemed to be a skill which i have recently lost. My brain can't seem to be able to churn out grammatically correct sentences nowadays. Maybe, it just means that my French is improving. Totally uninspired, so I really dun feel like typing much. I'm just going to post some photos from Singapore. Also, I'm starting to have a liking for black and white photographs. I think that a picture taken in black and white is more meaningful and I can associate better with it than colored photographs. However, with my amateur skills the outcome of the photos never seem to turn out the way i had wanted it to be. Maybe some experts can drop by and give me some tips...
if a picture speak a thousands words. I have just written 8000 plus words.
a mosque somewhere in shenton way.
Somewhere near Raffles Hotel.
spottiewood park
Sinagpore River
spottiewood park (those damn dustbins are in the way)
spottiewood park again.
and yet again spottiewood park
if a picture speak a thousands words. I have just written 8000 plus words.
by the window
i heard a knock on my window ...
Anonymous: "Knock knock."
Me: (with my eyes still fixed to the comp) "Who's there?"
Anonymous: "Knock knock."
Me: (a little irritated) "Knock knock who?"
Anonymous: "Knock knock."
Me: "Open the window yourself."
Me: "..." (damn. really did i just said what i think i did)
I wasn't really in the mood for jokes. My room is on the 2nd level, which means my window is ard 5m above the ground. Moreover, its at the ungodly hour of 1am in a freezingly cold morning. Nobody should be knocking. Not even on my window. Maybe spiderman dropped by to ask me to save the world with him...
I looked out of my window and i saw 8 fingers hanging onto the window ledge and 2 fingers holding a stick. "Where is the head?", I wondered. Maybe I should open the window, which will scrape the mysterious fingers off the ledge, to see who is clinging from my window ledge. Then, i recognised the ring on one of the fingers.
The american.
"Knock knock". The fingers continued to tap the stick against my window. Ignoring it, I left my room, exited the house by the back door and walked to the front. Matt was still hanging from my window and knocking impatiently on my window.
Me: "Hey Matt what are you trying to do? Your room is on the 4th floor, not really a good idea to climb all the way up you know."
He: "You ain't in your room?"
Me: "You keep guessing."
He grinned sheepishly and climbed down from the window. He told me he had forgotten that to bring his keys. Since my lights were on, he wanted to catch my attention to help him open the door. Goodness. He dun seem to mind falling from 5m.
damn. the stupid things that people do.
Anonymous: "Knock knock."
Me: (with my eyes still fixed to the comp) "Who's there?"
Anonymous: "Knock knock."
Me: (a little irritated) "Knock knock who?"
Anonymous: "Knock knock."
Me: "Open the window yourself."
Me: "..." (damn. really did i just said what i think i did)
I wasn't really in the mood for jokes. My room is on the 2nd level, which means my window is ard 5m above the ground. Moreover, its at the ungodly hour of 1am in a freezingly cold morning. Nobody should be knocking. Not even on my window. Maybe spiderman dropped by to ask me to save the world with him...
I looked out of my window and i saw 8 fingers hanging onto the window ledge and 2 fingers holding a stick. "Where is the head?", I wondered. Maybe I should open the window, which will scrape the mysterious fingers off the ledge, to see who is clinging from my window ledge. Then, i recognised the ring on one of the fingers.
The american.
"Knock knock". The fingers continued to tap the stick against my window. Ignoring it, I left my room, exited the house by the back door and walked to the front. Matt was still hanging from my window and knocking impatiently on my window.
Me: "Hey Matt what are you trying to do? Your room is on the 4th floor, not really a good idea to climb all the way up you know."
He: "You ain't in your room?"
Me: "You keep guessing."
He grinned sheepishly and climbed down from the window. He told me he had forgotten that to bring his keys. Since my lights were on, he wanted to catch my attention to help him open the door. Goodness. He dun seem to mind falling from 5m.
damn. the stupid things that people do.
cool
the temperature here drops to freaking 2 degreeC during the night! somebody please convince me that it's summer in France now.
Grrr. damn. Brrr.
Grrr. damn. Brrr.
9.8.07
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