New layout

Tonight’s composition was accompanied by a 46” LCD TV, sitting at a distance far from the screen with a mixed feeling. I actually miss my blog previous layout, viridian-green themed Sydney Opera House to now a crimson-red Golden Gate Bridge. I have been considering the possibility of changing theme for sometime, finally I did it now.

Such change put me into thought, when and how this blog was born? My first ever blog kicked off in Friendster, then Xanga and these are the two that propelled me into here in the name of Luvprada.

Blog moved, but I still hold to my belief that I am self-indulgent to think everyone else in the worlds cares enough to read what I am writing here. I do not retract my original theory being a self-aggrandising act born of hubris because this is how my blog has evolved. My reframing of my opinion is the consequence of my exploration of everything in life, particularly relationships with lovers, family, friends and even foes. Committing myself here for public consumption on an update-sometimes basis is a good practice to keep friends updated, share thoughts, voice out, tell things that I would not tell in person and for years to come, recollecting thoughts that were forgotten, recalling those compelling words that simply instantaneous, regaining those insightful perspective due to my location, experience that varies through time.

From “Life in Sydney” to “Heading to San Francisco”...

So what might you expect from this metamorphosed blog? I honestly do not know. For sure, there will be sad and sweet love stories as usual from the perspective of a sentimental human being, continuation of reflection on previous relationships, albeit there is uncertainty in where I am heading to next. San Francisco is merely a nice city that I been to, loved and would definitely love to settle down.

But for now, expect to read about the success in submitting a doctoral dissertation followed up by an awesome graduation.

Mumble from CFD laboratory

My decision to stay in this university upon graduation to continue a research degree can be seen as some kind of inchoate expressions of a yearning for, to be someone, someone who is something-expertise.

I could never have guessed how much I would be motivated by a great dense to be an eccentric having went through my childhood in a woefully broken culture, then spent my teenage period stricken with the infirmities in a broken education system that I could not have begun to guess what grandeur my life might hold.

Till late 2007, I have been trying to develop my eccentricity and to avoid the entrapment of comfort zone. My path as an international scholar has taught me that sacred Malaysian Chinese can be as valuable as the sacred local despite being marginalised in the home country. I am profoundly grateful this is what I was made from, and where I came from, the place where I learned to live comfortable, unlearned the lies that misinformed me of my inadequacy, and I saw my image in the mirror with clarity.

Since 2006, I scaled ivory towers to pillage knowledge, on what I thought I have missed in the young age for personal evolution and gain. I have learned to dissent between me and my ex-classmates as well as uni mates, but I do mediate these, bridging the connection to prevent the schism that absence may create.

Then starting 2008, I involved myself in this Computational Fluid Dynamics laboratory. This laboratory has endowed me with great knowledge, equipped me with sceptical thinking throughout years of research experience. Today, not too far down the road, I will be able to refashion myself. In my lexicon, I am the senior batch among other researchers in the lab excluding those post doctoral fellows.

Mumble in the dark...

Lately, I started to develop hatred towards two of my supervisors who actually cheated on me. Also, for the first week, I started to feel that I could have achieved much more if it were without their self-centered supervisions which were concerned with their own interests. I am getting more and more pissed off having stranded in this laboratory that does not promise me anything more than a dissertation.

My main supervisor

These got me into deep thought, which path and what’s next that I should move on.

Despite all this, I am lucky to have this Malaysian co-supervisor who helped me and guided me a lot. I see my relationship with him as a symbiosis, based on the root of mutualism where we were originated from the same country. I am the one who brought him in indirectly to this academic field from the Australian Nuclear Science and Technology industry whereas he is one who constantly advise and lead me to the end of this research journey. To Assoc. Prof. G.H. Yeoh, thank you.

淡淡的忧伤

夏天的一阵风起，微凉却心寒。

路上行走，我看见自己的倒影，看似忧伤，无端触动心底那处柔弱。多愁善感，对感情细腻的男生来说，便是扯动了神经里最敏感的那根弦。

今夜里，我听不见那动人的曲子，尽管我神经的弦已响起，轻叹为何听见的是响亮没有线条的言语，我无言以对，因为我曾经奏出这般搓调。那一瞬间，我还是淡定的，淡定却只维持了几秒，随后淡淡的忧伤索绕心头，思绪是如此纠结。



回顾之前的宣言，得到舒适的温慰，愿这一刻的忧伤，只是心情的一次出走。

Over hardworking-spoil the market

I have been working pretty hard for this whole week due to my approaching thesis submission deadline. Albeit all these hard works, if I were to compare with this guy, he outweighs me. He is exceptionally hardworking, engages himself weekdays, weekends, day and night.

Qimyi : So what about this guy in your lab?

Me : Oh, I am fine with him. I merely comment that he is superb hardworking, you know, working 7days a week, from day to night.

Qimyi : It could be the efficiency issue, some people need more time to work on little things, or perhaps mind was wandering around and not really attended to the work.

Me : No, this guy is fully focused! No msn, no skype, no facebook, no sms.

Qimyi : Wah, like that I got nothing to say. I can only tell, this people spoil the market.



Yes, it is the term “Spoil the market” that I have been looking for.

Three years ago, the process in securing this research scholarship as a First Class honor student was considerably smooth and so I maintained my easy pace till now. Then just a year ago, this guy came in with his Second Class Bachelor award, desperately committed to his research, working a way too hard. Comparison wise, I look lazy.

To some extent, I am not willing to let down my ego. To me, I am not being paid to work this hard and if I have to, then I must be award with more funds. I know what I want to achieve, I just want to finish off with a dissertation, a title and I will kick myself out of here.

Unfortunately, the truth is, I do not have this bargaining power. It is either I do it, become a valuable asset to this laboratory, or I become a liability.

Employer wise, I will definitely hire this people. Employee being, it is definitely a pain in the ass working along with such people when you want to lead an easy life.

Word to myself, if I think that I am not being paid to work hard, then by all means, do as I wish. But remember if you don’t do it, someone else might take over.

生日点滴


Prior to my birthday eve, there were all moment of poignant, working on a paper that never seem to end, writing up chapters that have to stick with the proposed submission plan, etc. My birthday eve however, put on a thoroughly enjoyable show, and it lamented the end of these points, an age that seems impossibly old and far away.

I resonated the whole morning by drafting the paper that is to be submitted to a high impact factor journal publisher, hoping it will bring me the greatest sense of achievement. I could not get it done though, but I believe I will kill it by the end of this week for sure. I took a nap then.



It was 4pm by then before I headed to the city.

I have a great dinner, favourite crab. I caught a moment when I laugh out hysterically of a stupid Tan Ah Kao joke till I grab the attentions from everyone in the restaurant. At that point of time, I really miss my high note laughing tone friend Vixon as well as tornado-like laughing style- Hui Tao.



A session of karaoke followed up. It is absolutely unexpected for the turn up of Marimo and Piglet. Pooh family with the absence of Eeyore aka Vixon though. Your presence touched me and flooded me with much thought. I have seen friends come live in my territory, then leave no longer quite what I could call friends, to be replaced by other kind people with whom I share the intellectual tract. It seems like a continual coming and going of the occupants of this benevolent land that I am living on.



For my blog's birthday post, my dedication to you:

For one grand over of facebook friend who left me a birthday wish, I respond with a sincere thank you.
For friends who wished me in person, I am here to express my gratitude towards your thoughtful and warm wishes.
For those who happen to visit here, thank you for your support and time.

Dear readers, those who have regularly followed my meanderings and those who occasionally drop in and those who are totally new to my zealous opining, I hope you'll stick around, till after my next birthday post.

I am 26

Yep, I just turned 26. A year passed a quarter of a century. I defy the fact that I will march into 30s soon, though a quarter of my life has gone by indeed, holding on the theory that I may live to be a centenarian.

I miss writing for myself so much that it is my gift to myself today to make time to write just for me and put aside for university works, the research works, the rest of life that seems to always supersede this craft that I cherish so much.

I find myself all caught up in self-reflection.

I could never ever have guesses, how much I would enjoy my adulthood than I did my childhood. I was so doom and gloom as a youngster, stricken with the infirmities in a broken town in a woefully broken culture, that I could not have begun to guess what grandeur my life might hold. But, I am profoundly grateful this is what I was made from, and where I came from, the place where I learned to live comfortable, unlearned the lies that misinformed me of my inadequacy, and I saw my image in the mirror with clarity.

Now I look back my years in OZ land. At 23, I undertook my prestigious PhD, and now I sit amidst the last semester of my graduate program, I realise that it is not terribly surprising that I made it this far. I give great thanks to how much I have been enriched with university experiences, veer in between students and academics, a little maturity but not too much. I am having these spiritual moments that I could achieve much more with my current position, believing in myself that it is my ecstatic period of my life would be all uphill from this point. There are going to be holy existential pinnacles, over and over again, in the coming years.

Today I make a dedication to Lim. I spent long years in reflection with striving, uplifted human being to discover what hidden potential that we might unlock in each other. I gained much. I did authentically believe that it would be a successful partnership, we would learn to make it work through many years. I was fear to live without it once because it simply means too much but having you later evolved out of it, I was deeply saddened and scared at the prospect that it is just not going to be what I hope it to be. I learnt that life can be just as fulfilling and may bring me to unimagined shores being myself, I will be at peace with my singularity. I woke up from a dream today, a nightmare it used to be, but I have a deeply restful night of sleep.

I am entering this age with nostalgia and delight, some regrets but much gratitude, and full of zest for the years to come. Thank you, those of you who have shared this journey with me, those who chose me and those who got stuck with me through life’s random assignment or karma or whatever has brought us together. You make it worthwhile. Dong, Tan, and Chow, your existences have propelled me to places that I could not have dreamed possible. I am spellbound by the magic of your wishes and the ever-building crescendo of my blessed life.

Twenty-six today, and it is the prime of my life.

自愧不如

I used to feel invincible, but not for now, for all that human frailties that try to pertain, I just want to spit at my own face.

I am lost to the overwhelming emotion that bursts forth from my soul, playful being and lured into the extravagance of life. I am simply impotent when I was to compare to an omnipotent celestial being.

You, a first year au courant PhD research student, able to accomplish astonishing feats like, coaxing the unwilling to learn to coding, overcoming internalized oppression that was haunting me, achieved remarkably well at the end of your inaugural annual review, consistently staying up in the laboratory over weekend, while striving aggressively towards your dream and most importantly, rival my three years research outcome with your peculiar one year.

I am abashed and unwilling to acknowledge my loss, but I have to.
From now on, for every raw moment of my raucous life presence-

I will guzzle every second and gear it with my effort just like how the friction coupling done by cannon pinion.

I will ride the remaining research period bareback, not afraid of diseases, give it the final thrust and shoot, just like unprotected sex.

I will study like a scholar in an ivory tower which eventually grants me the highest degree.

I should be shameless in my insistence that:
I am fucking remarkable beyond belief!

Darkness in the Spring

Darkness touches all of our lives, and some of us embrace it more intimately than others.

I have long felt that I am one that has been called to work at night, at times, within the veils of life's dusk and murk. I am stuck in the Southern Hemisphere, the spring equinox has heralded the time putting an end to the chilly winter and obscurity. My body begins to sense the generation of heat that was once burrowed down under.

I am merely lost in the musings of what my repeated and unbidden sense of foreboding today might mean. I am actually a remarkably ecstatic human being, no longer prone to the loneliness I felt as one being initiated into a life of navigating the turbid, composting cycles.

Tonight, I got lost in 徐佳莹mournful croon, 绿洲. To not let the dark envelope me into gloom, I knew I needed a remedy. I took tonight off from all responsibilities, and I tended to myself.

I treated myself with a cup of chamomile tea, hoping it would relieve my sleeplessness and anxiety. I infused and drank hot, sipped deep. And I spent time at my own, writing this blog.

Special Gift

It was Friday morning, 8am. Another morning I found myself lethargic when those rays of light pour through my window as the sun creeps above the ridge line in the east.

It is spring now. The gloomy winter has gone together with the departure of Vixon.

This morning, however I woke up with an email alert telling me I just received a parcel. Yes, a mystery gift.

It is totally out of my expectation, till after I collected it, I was so overwhelmed with anticipation. The excitement when I was about to open it was enormous.

Guess what, a Pooh box and three pair of chopsticks, Pooh, Rat (my Chinese zodiac), and Lee (my surname).



Your gift did exchange with exhilarating smile of mine and joy in my eyes when I know I received it along with that a piece of your heart.

I am type of person who easily contented with small little thing, I hold on to my tradition and resist the global policy of mercantilism. Ctj2000 asked me once, between LV and pooh, which one you would choose and you would be more likely to enjoy it when it comes to gift. Definitely, absolutely the latter.

Thank heaps to Gil!

Vixon's departure

The moment I came back to my workplace from airport, I was actually exhausted and on the verge of tears.

We had great fun staying up the night before, another farewell party for him. We cooked, we played Assassination of Three Kingdoms, we laughed and we had fun.

Workload and the departure of him, the latter drove me nut.

While I was on my way home from Anzac Parade leading to Barker Street, I was struck with it again. I was struck by my sense of foreboding, it felt premature.

It was almost 7pm, not an uncommon hour for me to have taken dinner with him, back in last couple of years. Once more I felt a tinge of fear. It is heading into twilight and I was a lone human traversing university campus, only I felt I wasn’t alone.

I switched on my laptop and thought deeply as I sat down, the typical phenomenon of my overactive mind going into complete overdrive when there is no other verbal traffic to interfere, and pondered why the departure of his necessitated I feel this sneaking sense of dread.

I was thinking about what it means to miss someone. What is it about close proximity that heals the hole in our hearts that distance creates?

Our friendship started off in the maple garden. A genuine friendship often requires a coincidence or two. Initiative apparently, has been a violation of some fundamental principle to which I tenaciously subscribed. You have affirmed my worth once, and whittled away at my self-centeredness.

We laughed at the same things, most of the time hysterically and at a very high note. We could say anything we felt to each other and be understood. These are memories that cannot be duplicated in the later years. These memories are simply too good to forget.

Now, I weep in genuine grief because I know we would no longer be able to be together openly. Our friendship could only be enjoyed spatially and at a distance. The prevailing thought being, I lost a flexible lunch buddy as well.


Some pics of ours to share...

Our first ever trip - blue mountain, Feb 2009

Our first ever cooking - Surry hill, April 2009

Our first ever trip by plane - Melbourne, July 2009

Kiama, June 2010

Then we just get closer and closer...

A Drunk Night Out

I feel like releasing my stress sometime, somewhere, towards someone, but somehow I am hurting myself worse by wallowing in the absurd phenomenon of shield that covers up myself due to my disciplined daily regime.

Yes, hard time. I am having this hard time for months. I constantly strike hard, try to fix the broken, to pursue, to accomplish, all in the name of gain.

Last Saturday night when the party animals was crawling on the streets and frolicking on the dance floor, I associated myself with them. I purged my unsavory emotions onto the glass of white wine offered by Wilson.

It tasted bitter, but I sipped it as frequent as it looked like I was slurping it. It did not take long for me to get drunk, my tolerant level to alcohol is simply prostrate to the ground. Moments like this I harbor no doubt that I could get rid of all these thoughts and stresses, but it was another story this time. My tear dropped down while I was standing. Next, I sat down and I completely burst out.

Alcohol took away my control over my long-burrowed pain. Damp months have sullied my mind. A glass of white wine dissolved the weak side of my conjugated cognition.

Albeit I worked enough hours, produced and progressed much, these just did not exacerbate me from the research trauma. All these illuminate my future corpse felt threatened by the perceived loss of my imagined throne of brightest dream.



Special thanks to Vixon who accompanied me home, gave up his wild witching hour in exchange with my mild night. I guess this is the scenario where the term of genuine friend worth a whoop.



I should be fine, at least i have something to look forward for the week.

I earned the title, but not the money.

This is akin to “fame or money” dilemma. The circulation and intersection between prestige and money are of cyclical nature with iterative or recursive characteristics and description has to start somewhere which may possibly give a wrong impression of any assumed starting point of a cycle. In my case, it is both philosophical issue and of great practical consequence.

Having recently attained the Associate Lecturer position, kind of being promoted from the tutor position that I have been working for the past 2.5 years, I thought my living is moving to the stage where, I will have the extravagance to design my life, as I would have the fixed income from the new position coupled with the charge-by-hour basis tutorial class.

Ironically, my weekly income now can barely cover my weekly studio rental. I am living on a negative income basis, on the fact that I cannot have these two jobs concurrently. I guess the enormity of the current financial mayhem is to be paid for by ostensible effort in my research which will be amounted to a dissertation at the end of such limbo. Unfortunately, it is half a year more to go…

Prior to this, I used to have the luxury to design my life as a full-time PhD student with my part-time but full-time equivalent paid job. Term deposits, then shares, IPO new releases, I invested my money in whatever way I could. Then family trips, weekend outing, banquet meal, fortnightly shopping. It was the past two and a half year where my life was bloomed with sumptuous goods, lavish style and splendid experiences. I was pampered to exploit this lucrative pays.

How I wish this financial crisis is purely psychological and I could snap out of it and further be motivated to strike hard. It simply matters much to me at this stage.

Perhaps, things start with a title. Then Mr. M (money) comes after.

自拟藏头诗


情牵五月风萧瑟，
系怀长夜稀客随，
汤汤之旋触情欲，
梁端音弦绕三秋。

惜念贰君苦不逢，
董道余将不豫兮，
海角天涯遍始休，
昌世一聚泪泉涌。

思慕宿宾故事萌，
霜容悠悠吾不寐，
是古非今景不在，
痛哀未尽思慕瘁。

梦中不知君是客，
见画一色叹其美，
曹分两地形单影，
慧眼一睁不胜悲。

Port Stephens Whale Cruise

It was one of the best day trips ever. I would love to put it so, but as palpable as the excitement was, it was more like self-indulgence between me and my mom, while my brothers suffered from nausea.



Months earlier, I was in touch with Lung about this excursion and we expected it to be an outstanding experience for everyone. I secured space on the luxurious vessel purposely built for ocean cruises, Moonshadow V.

The morning started out well enough with a hearty breakfast of scramble eggs with bacons and raison toast prepared by me. I would say, it was simple yet fabulous culinary experience. It was not about the food I prepared, but the family I prepared for!



Aboard ship, we immediately grabbed our seats on the observation deck. I was having this perpetual anticipation of the magnificent giants that will appear anytime.

Unfortunately, very soon, two of my brothers were haunted with seasick. Ship was bouncing up and down in the waves. I could hear the sound of the slapping water hitting all around the ship. Apparently they were match made in motion-sickness heaven. Nausea hit them like a ton of bricks and they puked over the side of the ship. I am regret I didn’t snap a photo of them at that point of time to commemorate such repugnant scene in the middle of Tasman Sea.

After puking yet again, they just couldn’t take this rocking vessel and zonk out on the floor.



It was then the humpback whale appeared. Me and my mom were the witnesses to the greatest mammals on earth. We were lucky enough to find a juvenile humpback flipper slapping and breaching. It was indeed breathtaking to witness the constant appearance of the whales spyhop out of the sea.





Cruises are truly superb at bringing together a whole group of travellers, especially family members even though I have two being paralysed in the entire trip. If you have the opportunity to plan a family vacation, make sure that you strongly consider a cruise, so that you too can have The Best Day Trip Ever!

流淌过音乐的爱

情牵五月风萧瑟，
系怀长夜稀客随，
汤汤之旋触情欲，
梁端音弦绕三秋。



夜深人静的时刻，过去的往事和雕刻在年轮里的记忆总是与我的思绪纠结。

我总会播上点点相思弦，句句挽情歌来安抚自我。

在没有一刻停歇的时候，这一些零星的片段会烟消云散，犹如晨曦里的露珠，经太阳照射了消失无踪。

直到五月，人间最温馨浪漫的季节，我遇上了你，意外捕捉到一尊歌神。那时候，我们刚认识，你一展迷人歌喉，让我驻足仰慕。

这个冬季，我见证了歌唱比赛中脱颖而出的你。你的歌声渗透入我的灵魂， 一直紧紧地敲击我的心。

第一次见到在舞台上的你，昂藏逼人，笑容灿烂得足已照亮我心中阴暗的角落。我的目光紧紧追随舞台上你的身影。

第一首歌，你唱了真实， 真是这么的确确实实，应时应景。你诠释了我们真实的样子。会想问，难道我们的相遇还不完美？

第二首快歌环节，你唱了吻别。

第三首歌，你唱了领悟。你那充满沧桑感的诠释 ，解读了过往的情结，让在这个冬天染霜的灵魂感到暖意。副歌澎湃的那一幕，你的深情一督融化了我的坚硬。你的一字一句触动着我的灵魂，燃烧我的心胸。我只是怔怔望着你的脚步，这一句你若唱成 当我看到我深爱着的男人 会更好。

在未唱第四首关键歌曲的时候，你把我们的故事搬上你熟悉的舞台，在这场惊心动魄的歌唱比赛，你发表了对我爱的宣言。
“在我还未唱这首歌时，我要感谢一个人，没有他的鼓励和支持我不会站在这个舞台上，Clarence，谢谢你。”

你的宣言轻轻地唤醒，让我感受到我在你心里的显著位置。宣言的余音穿越了落日余晖的天空，缓缓地流淌着，抚弄我的心海。你唱歌的风韵已变成我的幻影，你浑然天成的音容挤进了我的心扉。

在这一次比赛中，我为你投得最佳人气王所设的刷票器把我们的爱情给刷新。

记忆中流淌过音乐的爱，将温暖与感动了我接下来的日子。

The crossroad where we met and diverged
I doubt if you still remember the night we met up having both engulfed in the bleakness.

I recently came to this crossroad. It gave me much thought. It embodied where we were intersected once in life, even just for a night.

I have felt it. It was almost like it was hanging in the air. I do not know what made me think of it but it was what I have felt. Nothing was making any sense in the night we spent, murky flow of time, stanched with boredom and ignorance.

The butterfly that was once freshly in style metamorphosed into moth, too many question marks, too many empty words thrown around for social convenience.

We then grew apart, separated by a decayed wall in the name of oblivion and it was covered by the greyish veil of unspoken words. Neither of us contacted each other.

I did not even have the courage to initiate anything. It was a graveyard for me, a tormented place of lost infatuation. You have forgotten me but I guess I have not. I vividly remembered how we met. You were rampage murderer, slowly and cruelly assassinating what was once the best thing that happened to me.

Then… things started to decay after 4months. It was the time when my feeling towards you started to run dry. Your vaguely familiar face exchanged with my dismissive look. I have been taken you and conformed to the definition of perfection.

Perhaps somewhere in the great scheme of life, in the endless V-niverse flowing on an eternal river of time we just meant to have that one night, a horrid night, stormy and tarred, opened the gates to my most feared daemons. They gathered from the darkest corners of my mind and came haunting me. The terrible struggle, fed by the storm outside, echoed inside me like a hurricane. For once, the invisible claws of these daemons held my heart in a painful grip.

To you, maybe it is nothing.

To me, it is the bleakness of mortal realm.

Manifestation of Brotherhood
along Hume Highway


We stumbled, shuffled, and marooned our footprints amidst the Hume Highway, running about 900km inland between Sydney and Melbourne, the one that connects two largest cities in Australia, and the possibly one of the most important roads on the Australian continent, our smeared pace set the pertinent brotherhood.

Together, we ventured south with little concerns on the big Tarago that would cope with maneuvering heavy loads of luggage plus 5 people.

We reached Mittagong within an hour, a splendid southern highlands and a popular stop off along the Hume Highway. We had a quick stop in a petrol station, changed and get ready for the long night in the car. Lung drove from Mittagong onwards.

The traffic on the road was pretty happening. A few caravans was heading south as they overtook us, most of the time, especially when we were chugging up the hills that never seemed to end all the way to Albury. We did not realise how many long gradual inclines there are on the Hume. It was a little scary when the big trucks drove on by, the Tarago started to sway and we had on hold on that steering wheel awfully tight.

Other boys in the car, one slept in the entire journey while the other one engaged himself in the beep alerts, RM2 per text message. Gosh, how much money he actually spent in replying message to his lovers? I really wonder.

We missed rest areas one after one, had the recurring thought that the acceleration from the one we just missed will bring us to the next one sooner. Most of the rest areas were bypassed, on the landscape that is mountainous and hilly.

A long time went by. I had little idea when I actually fell asleep. Maybe it seemed like it was longer than it was, but I was gripped by fear from Lung’s amateur driving skill. I got up and spoke to Lung: “let me take over now and you better rest.”

Lung has completed more than half of the journey and I completed the rest.

It was the times I noticed things that I had not seen before. The clumps of wild plants reflected the front light of the car showing the lower degree of saturation. Something was gone from inside me, something that had felt like a knot in my chest. It was a beautiful world and it was wonderful to have such brotherhood, a live and filled with hope. It was the night when the power of brotherhood manifested. An approximate 1000km journey was accomplished.

The fundamental of our brotherhood was built on nothing but a corollary of the maternal parenthood. The brotherhood we had is not simply an adherence to biological connection, it is an outgrowth of fraternal covenant.

We finally arrived at Melbourne at about 8am, where we found ourselves engulfed between cool blue waning and golden dawn fire waxing. Our journey marked a full stop with the cessation in worshipping the dark. So it was 11 hours in the car!!!

We both did a magnificient job! Hopefully the only day we have like this again is the trip somewhere else in the world.

澳洲之旅

在墨尔本机场上演了分离的一幕， 我返回悉尼，弟弟和妈妈则归回马来西亚。

我拖拉着行囊上机，弟弟一个短讯告知妈妈又为我和她的分离流泪，一股苦涩的泉水，在我心间缓缓流淌。想到要再次分离半栽，两行浑浊的泪水簌然而下，心有种被掏空的感觉，一下子没有了任何心情，脑中浮现的就只有妈妈渐显老态的面容。

记忆中妈妈的脸上是光滑的...

February 2006

有爱就有牵挂，长年漂泊异乡的我，时常惹得妈妈脸颊挂起一行行分隔泪。

在妈妈这一趟两周有余澳洲之旅，我贪婪地收藏妈妈每一个神态，想说解读妈妈的深情厚意，她的一个眼神，一个微笑都会勾起我无限的思绪。日子在不经意间悄然滑逝，妈妈额头上又添了几丝皱纹。

在人生崎岖坎坷的旅途上，妈妈无时无刻给予我最真诚、最亲切的关爱，不时对我嘘寒问暖，为了我的琐事而烦恼。从幼苗长成参天大树，从童年长成青年，告别了雨季，走过了轻狂，身旁始终有棵大树伴随，为我遮风，为我挡雨，妈妈是我一身最大的财富。

三个儿子之中，妈妈对贰子最为疼爱，这份偏爱来得理直气壮，不需掩饰，因为我知道我能给的永远不及弟弟，我也不存有嫉妒之心。我不可能为妈妈带来呱呱坠地的热闹，只能成为妈妈的骄傲。

春有百花，夏有月；秋有凉风，冬有雪。我有什么？我有无疆的母爱。

母亲的泪流在我生命的源泉，伴随着我往后的脚步，让我不敢有一丝懈怠。

The chilly winter is here. As planned a year ago, I am currently embracing it with an OZ family trip.

My family flew over to Gold Coast with the budget airlines, Air-asia. In my defense, I actually want to seek out warmer temperature on a winter-sun break, so Gold Coast is the place to kick off with, all the way to Melbourne, via Sydney.

Here am I, stranded here, a place that captures the essence of tranquillity, wonder timelessness and beauty that simply is Australia. Lush rolling hills of hinterland mountains, capped with rainforests and bushland. The golden stretches of pristine beaches and waterways are truly spectacular.

Day two, I am going to defy the laws of gravity on the longest, the highest and the most exciting thrill rides.

To be continued ....

和你的巴士之旅

今夜里，我们有着同样的轨迹…

你行囊鼓鼓地登上巴士，我随后端坐在你身边。在巴士污浊的声息里，我捕捉你的一丝气息。有你相伴，心情不再感到那么压抑，因我寻觅了你的踪迹，贴近了你的温暖。

我贪婪地收藏每一站的风景，想说增添你和我的共渡记忆。一站又一站，终于你下了车。那瞬间，我开始迷惘于沿途中的萧索，也执著着萧索的空白，哀叹为何我不好好珍惜跟你相处的片刻。你可知道？你的离去，留下的就只是那些记忆。

下车后的你，昂藏地竖立在车站旁向我比了个再见的手势，不需什么言语，我们心灵中有着共鸣的声音，你在外，我在内，灵犀的精神游走在我们的秘密世界。你身旁那盏路灯则点缀了夜的黑暗。像霓虹的色彩装饰了一个瑰丽的梦。

最后一段路，我是巴士的唯一乘客。

我下了车，巴士缓缓而去，带着一车的落寞，然而我内心的寂寞，有谁来陪伴？

It started with when you first held my arm when we were engulfed between the cool blue waning and golden dawn fire waxing.

A little phenomenon in my life that keeps occurring that I continue to cherish but wait on the edges of devastation to no longer be true is how blessed and lucky I am to have my arm being held.

It is my sensation of dryness. Chalk it up to the combination of being adolescent boy who has grown up entirely under the mainstream paradigm of sole maternal protection and feral being.


A bowling session tonight…

Your hand reached for mine whenever I got a strike or spare. It was nigh on intoxicating at this point. Every time you did it, I caught my breath, silently so as not to let on at my grateful surprise and glee.

It is an earthy hand, a physical makeup that is very embodiment to my stature archetype, with you having the same one. Whenever your hand sought mine, I got the delighted rush of satisfaction of feeling.

What a sweet bliss-- a visceral bliss that grasp the comfort of your embrace.

I hope such hand contact is not just reserved for bowling session. I am eagerly looking forwards the day with you crossing the street facing with the threat of vehicular manslaughter.



The power of the your embrace----C (my personal best score for 2010)
Mutual embrace---------M,C

We were mahjong pilgrims in the flat desert night,
in the lone studio situated in the intellectual tract,
while the music accompanied us,
Sony speakers eager to create oases of sound,
as the remaining hours of day wanes.

The night loped at a timeless pace,
with heavenly hand once, and numerous four great blessings hand,
pretty much wins reigned,
then the absence of Ventrino Vortex rendered us into brilliant sheen,
my distinct entity met with your soul.

Balanced, rapturously,
the moon has laid herself down,
the distant line of the horizon,
began to glimmer with a warm edge of daylight,
we witnessed the sky’s evolution from black to azure.

We were engulfed between cool blue waning,
and golden dawn fire waxing,
we headed for our morning ‘s rest,
the ticking sound belied a hint of brassy,
it ceased worshipping the dark.

Between the moon and the sun,
between you and me,
in the exact moment,
that our day was born of night;
that our story kicked off being the devout members of sun cult.

What goes around comes around.

It was year 2006 when I considered myself to have moved on to the next phase of my life.

The happiness that I had in the relationship earlier is not that much if I were to compare with a fairytale from Disney, but rest assured that many would see that this is indeed a bliss as many years of relationship is definitely rare, especially the one you started at young age-17.

Then I did have a fairytale, a series of striking pictures and an age-disparate relationship being of the advanced party.

Start to question how we actually met and how we went from there.

The fundamental theory of building up a relationship is simple, yet complicated. You need only to tune into pre-existing connection that is already there and there goes synchronicity, we experience a swell in synchronicities that lead to chance encounters, meeting people we feel very drawn to meet.

Relationship after relationship.

Perhaps it is the loneliness that I suffered from even I have some close relationships with friends who would be there to encourage me to live up to my true potential. After all, I am not a saint or historical figure, just an ordinary people with bills to pay.

难得的一夜…

不能复制的迷人嗓子，轻盈飘逸闪进我的领空，是那透过麦克风传达出来圆润的声线。

我不经意的收藏，好像意外捕捉到一尊歌神，供奉在心灵的显著位置。不得不承认你的歌喉是多么的迷人。你唱歌的一个转音，一个高音，一个呼吸，一个换气，让我驻足仰慕。

也许你不敢相信自己唱歌的风韵能够变成别人的幻影；
也许昂藏的你只是随意发泄一下本能，并不想把浑然天成的音容挤进别人的心扉；
也许你说话的延伸代表一种难以言状的柔情，余音绕梁，达到一种渗透的功能。

我有意追随你的声线，去寻找每一个撩动人心的字眼，是想激活思维中的沉睡。
我欣赏你的诠释，因你解读了我以往的情结和背后含泪的故事，你给我埋藏在双眸背后的泪珠轻轻抚慰，让染霜的灵魂感到暖意。
我眷恋你澎湃的那一幕，它的深情一督丰富了多少过往云烟，融化了多少坚硬。

想从中划出你声线里到底存在什么秘密，感动里隐含着什么神奇。

回旋在房梁之间的歌声，触动多少灵魂，产生多少激情，燃烧多少心胸，回收多少暗恋的冲动。

我收藏了你唱出的一个字句， 也许那个字句注定要留下湿润我干涩的心灵。

你的歌，露在房，孕在心，响在外，醉在痴痴的我。

-Click the play button


爱，已成往事

这段日子，我遵循着世间规律，过着一个人的日子。

浮世的生命总是断断续续，断断续续的点点滴滴从起点到了终点，完善了相爱的过程。我们的相遇犹如世尘中的灰尘，经风的撮合相逢相识，最终，风把你给带走。

两个人在一起，有了阻碍，明白了当中的爱，也证明了爱的存在。今天的我，演变成童话中的傀儡，不再是你童话你的感人主角。

自从我们的爱在确定不可能之后，渐渐地我变成了一座冰封的雪山。也就慢慢的，我习惯了一个人的生活。随着时间的流逝，我不再疼痛。我强烈要求自己不要在孤独和寂寞中挣扎，我要抓住每一次灿烂的人生，我不想再让我的青春留白。看见一对对恋人从我的视线走过，我心里总是泛起点点涟漪的疼痛，我不想留恋于孤独与寂寞中。

当爱已成往事，当你也已远去，但我依然心存关注，希望你过得好，一切安然。我对你并未曾遗忘，雁飞过的天空，总会有划过的痕迹。而你在我生命中的出现已留了痕，何况是好一段日子的相处。曾经的过往将会经过岁月的洗淘，沉淀成闪光的记忆。

多年后的一个星空，若我们再度相遇，希望不会对你感到陌生，往事或是喜悦或是伤心或是彷徨，都是一种温情的心情。　　　　　　
　



伽蓝雨
　　繁华声 遁入空门 折煞了世人
　　梦偏冷 辗转一生 情债又几本
　　如你默认 生死枯等
　　枯等一圈 又一圈的 年轮
　　浮图塔 断了几层 断了谁的魂
　　痛直奔 一盏残灯 倾塌的山门
　　容我再等 历史转身
　　等酒香醇 等你弹 一曲古筝
　　雨纷纷 旧故里草木深
　　我听闻 你始终一个人
　　斑驳的城门 盘踞着老树根
　　石板上回荡的是 再等
　　雨纷纷 旧故里草木深
　　我听闻 你仍守着孤城
　　城郊牧笛声 落在那座野村
　　缘份落地生根是 我们
　　听青春 迎来笑声 羡煞许多人
　　那史册 温柔不肯 下笔都太很
　　烟花易冷 人事易分
　　而你在问 我是否还 认真
　　千年后 累世情深 还有谁在等
　　而青史 岂能不真 魏书洛阳城
　　如你在跟 前世过门
　　跟着红尘 跟随我 浪迹一生
　　雨纷纷 旧故里草木深
　　我听闻 你始终一个人
　　斑驳的城门 盘踞着老树根
　　石板上回荡的是 再等
　　雨纷纷 旧故里草木深
　　我听闻 你仍守着孤城
　　城郊牧笛声 落在那座野村
　　缘份落地生根是 我们
　　伽蓝寺听雨声盼 永恒

一周有余的假期划上了句号。我又再回到了我的领地，悉尼。
今夜，我在醇厚的空气里一个人自足的沉醉，沉醉于淡淡清香带着一点苦涩的茶水。



恬静的夜晚，坐在静谧的卧室，是我愣神的身躯。回到悉尼的我，精神总是紧绷，稍微的失误总是令我纠结，我是可悲的完美主义者。

我把白天写给了生存，夜晚我留给了生活。而今夜我留给自己漫步，逃避冷酷的众目睽睽，自得其乐。

在PLAY，那个熟悉的身影轻轻地来了，就那么不费吹灰之力，就那么轻而易举地掠走了一颗心。不曾奢望，也不敢奢望你的再度出现会是那么的…

这三天，没有精心的预约，一切自然，我们的感情得到了延续。唤醒了销声匿迹的记忆，奏响了生命的主旋律。

和你共处一室，仅只手足的碰触，没有多余的缠绵，就这么简单。犹如再忧伤的人只留下一滴泪，没有那珠泪涟涟的场面。我们的感情来得是那么内敛。

在ZOUK喝醉的那一片刻，我任由你触摸我冰冷的手掌，那醉的感觉重新激发心灵深处最敏感，最慑人心魂的情弦。在那一瞬间，无可质疑，就觉得爱可以被刷新，但不能被复制。我们的爱就是那么美丽。事后的我，呼唤着那意犹未尽的醉。

有你的相伴到机场，终点一步步搭近，一摞摞地心底话浮上心头。以前在艾德礼周末相聚的记忆，一条条的航线联结了我们，周末的聚集推开了我们的心湖。欲语泪先流的感觉。

进登机门的那一刻，我终于流了泪。那是幸福的泪水，幸福的泪水刷新了久违的眼泉，那是久违的眼泉丰腴了枯萎的心河。我赶紧发讯跟你表露我心中的那股激动，心扉的撇开，心跳的律动，不是别人，全是你，是我们的记忆。

多年后的我，缅怀着当年的相遇到相知，相聚到相隔。我们的相遇，绝不是生命中的过客，是灵魂的碰撞；我们的相知是心灵的私语；我们的相聚是轮回中刻骨的永恒；我们的相隔发生在绚丽纷呈的景色中，迷失在目不暇接的人流里，蹉跎在自己脚下难以迈过的十字路口。

不是刻意守望，也不想把这份情感深藏。纵使没有刻骨铭心的这三天，足以留存一抹温情令我回味无限。多少个不眠之夜，数着你的名字入梦,多少个清丽晨曦,幻想在一个温柔的臂弯中醒来。

这一趟狮城一游，演变成我们的再度相逢，漫漫的人生旅途上，时而步履匆匆，时而闲庭信步，在你身上，我找到一个可以拥抱的身体，坍塌的灵魂得以沉沉安歇。这一游，我们的美丽成了永桓，定格成为岁月的背景。

几年在澳洲的生活皆被你的爱诠释过。曾经有你，我的生活更加明艳，你丰富了我的人生的记忆，使人生不再遗憾，给平淡的生活增添了一段亮丽的风景，这份爱，太美丽。

惜念贰君苦不逢，
董道余将不豫兮，
海角天涯遍始休，
昌世一聚泪泉涌。

A rainy morning…

I woke up at 5am, for the third consecutive days. I tried to hid back under the lovely blanket. I was hoping I could trap my sleepiness under my blanket before it completely went away but it was no use, once I was awake and back to conscious, it was practically impossible for me to go back to bed again. I contemplated the merits of spending the whole day vegetating on the bed for a few moments before hauling my tush out of bed, getting ready for the long day ahead of me.

It was dream of home again. In less than 5 days, I will be home, back to my benevolent land, SKC.



Returning to the place one grew up in after a lengthy absence can be complicated.
It is a return with the metamorphosed-form of self, coupled with the soul that is acquainted with all the landmarks of your youth, your disappointment and accomplishments, fizzles and excitement, profound and mundane.

Sight of first love, the details of dozens of classrooms spanning primary, secondary schools; not only where the nearest LAMSHENG (南胜) convenience store is but what its hours are and what the quickest route to get to school.

It is far more common to find people afraid to go somewhere new they are unfamiliar with, but I have always believed the greatest fear should come of returning to a place you have forever memorised, only to find that the you that memorized it have changed irrevocably while the place itself remains exactly the same.

If returning alone is complicated for lack of a better word, then returning with that special someone is complicated because it is the best word.