hanging on

going to the gym is becoming my favourite pastime of the century. not cos i wanna slim down... actually i do... but that's not the motivating factor.
miss those sweat-it-out days.
all sorts of ball games during nanyang times. daily 2.4km jog during saint days. wushu, taiji, opera, dance, yoga and movement trainings during finger players.
yes, i'm going to the gym to re-visit my memories...

원더풀 라이프I

证实患上암后，日渐消瘦的아버지开始提早回家。가족重新调整30年的生活습관，坦白说，是有点紧张。어머니的厨房日日夜夜飘来阵阵凉茶、罗汉果的药草香。딸慷慨捐出积蓄，向大家保证生活费不成问题。아들不知如何处置自己，只有不时嘘寒问暖。停业许久，名存实亡的패밀리又开始运作了。
这就是所谓的인생吧。

Pinnochio's Complex by TFP

A man a puppet maker
A son a commedia dell'arte puppet
A lover a barbie doll
A contractor a badly made daniel

Looking around the room......
i love those floor boards. tastefully drawn images. dirty red and smudged ink seem to go well together
one thick heavily tagged phonebook sitting next to the phone
a pile of brown ready-to-mail letters quietly waiting to reach out to once known people
some communication network deliberately spun around the opinionated soul behind some lies/truth of leaving

it is'nt the first time we feel alienated
not the first time people do not believe us
i sat on the red cushion silently emptying my thoughts
each day 'factory made products' walk in and out, and try to control our 'house'
to no avail... i simply refuse to comply
the more people around, the more lonely i feel

i actually enjoy solitude
imagine a quiet sunday
an empty house
with only my things, my thoughts, my world
maybe there's someone i would love to invite into the house
maybe the someone is not ready yet

i am the puppet maker
still trying to find my puppet after the show