CHARMED ANGEL

Thursday, February 05, 2009

Macdonald with Guoqing

I meet Guoqing today at Macdonald near my house. We chatted very long and i show him my photos which have taken at Taiwan. We talked about travelling and recession. At the same time, i passed him the ticket for my performance. The count down to my performance is two day. Tommorow is going to be my rehearsal on the actual perform location. I have to do my best and don't let my audience down. Jia You !!! Jia You !!!

Tuesday, February 03, 2009

DISTANCE OF TWO


Even a distance away from him, hear his breathing.



Like morning dew of life, shine upon the halo



Walking stair of his steps, hear my heart pounding.



Like pedulum clock, swing towards end of time.



Even the direction we face, opposite we are.



Lost in maze of Da vinci code, the mystery begins



Shyness flush upon my face, in contact with fantasy eyes



Like music of boiling kettle, towards the curious of discovery.



Even the touch button of start, a game of two in battle of mind



With questions appears in riddle, look in another way of life.



Trying is a way of courage, lion heart that roar.



Knowing a friend of life, towards the wait of futuristic bus.


Western food in Arts

Wow... it is such a long time that i have written my blog. After reading my friend's blog, i have the urge to write my blog. It is still Chinese New year and my chinese drama performance is getting nearer. I am stating my count down. Now it is 4 days to my performance. Today i meet Angeline at the Business Bus Stop to have lunch together and pass the tickets to her at the same time. we went to the Arts canteen. Wow...it is really full house. We just ask around for any available seat. Luckily,we managed to find the seat and we went to buy our lunch. I ordered the grilled fish and Angeline ate the chicjen chop. The chicken chop was really in the chopped pieces. The western food in Art canteen is better than the engineering canteen. We chat about the Chinese New Year. This is my first time eating the food in Arts canteen. When Angeline and i walked back to the bus stop. Yuan ting saw me and say hi to me. It is such a coincidence. She is also starting to have lunch with her friend too.

Monday, July 02, 2007

TOUCH OF A FRIEND


THE DAY WE MET IN A FOREIGN COUNTRY,
ONE METRE THE GAP WE HAVE.
THE CONVERSATION WE HAD TOGETHER,
CAN ONLY HEAR HIS VOICES BUT NOT MINE.


WALKING IN THE STRANGE LAND,
FRESH NEW WORDS IN LABEL OF STALL.
FASHION IN MANEQUIN LIGHTED MY EYES,
HOWEVER, MY HEART AND MIND IS HALF-CLOSED.



QUESTION HE ASKED FOR MY PROFILE,
THE DETECTIVE GAME I PLAY.
COLD AS MY HEART WILL BE,
THE MIND GAMES IS A TEST OF FUN,
WHICH GUYS DISLIKE THIS CHILDISH FUN.
QUOTED BY THE WORDS OF WISDOM.



SHOP IN COLORS OF RAINBOW,
ONE METER CONVERT TO CENTIMETER.
A CENTIMETER AWAY WE HAVE,
AT THE END NO MEASUREMENT CAN BE USED.




A SUDDEN TOUCH ONTO THE LAYER OF SKIN,
MAKE ME SURPRISE LIKE A MOUSE IN THE HOLE.
FEEL LIKE RUNNING AWAY IN THE FERRARI F1 RACE.
HELD SO TIGHTLY, WHAT THE HECK IS HE DOING.
NO GUYS HAS HELD ME SUCH CLOSE,
EXCEPT MY CLOSED ONE




HIS FACE FLASHING IN MY MIND OF TURMOIL,
IS A SWEET DREAM OR A NIGHTMARE.
TO FORGET HIS FACE AND HIS BREATH OF SMOKE.

LET THE TIME ERASE OFF AS DAYS PASSED BY,
OR OPEN MY COLD HEART TO THIS FRIEND OF TOUCH.











Monday, February 05, 2007

ABANDON WITH NO IDENTITY




















LEAVE ME ALONE, WITH COLD SHOULDER IN WINTER.
STAB ME AGRESSIVE, WITH DAGGER IN BLEEDING SUN.
SPLASH ME IN WINK, WITH WATER IN NIGARA FALL.
ABANDON ME ASIDE, WITH BASKET IN FRUIT MARKET.

WAITING IN STAIRS, TO HEAVEN OF GODS.
IN HOPE OF SEARCHING, IN LIGHT OF GLIMPSE.
LOOKING IN SKY OF BLUE, TO UNIVERSE OF EARTH.
IN GREEN OF ENVIOUS, IN RED ANGER OF WAR.

LONELY SOULS, WITH NO IDENTITY.
WAITING FOR ONE, LIKE ONE IN A MILLION.
WHITE STRANGS, WITH NO ENDING OF GROWTH.
QUESTION IN MIND, LIKE CENTIPEDE'S LEG IT HAS.

WHY YOU ABANDON ME, IN TIME OF MY FIRST BREATHE.
WHY YOU THROW ME, IN TIME OF MY MOVING LIMBS.
WHY YOU LEFT ME, IN TIME OF MY THUNDEROUS CRY.
IN THE CRUETLY YOU DID TO ME, HARD TO FORGIVE.

Monday, January 29, 2007

FLAW ON MY PERFECT


The thought of you in my perfect way, like rare gems in my cave.
Shining and blinking of model, like glitter stars in my galaxy.
Only brightest star i can see, shone in my heart of gold.
Beating as bloods roses, provides me the power of light.

With the wrong move you make, make my heart of glass break.
Losing balance of acrobat act, fall into darkness of hell.
Suffer in loss of fantasy, like the curse of golden flower.
Forever sleeping in nightmare, with no kiss of my prince.

The time of belief and trust, i have once follow you.
Lost my way in labyrinth, like three blind mice.
See no perfect, hear no perfect, feel no perfect.
Flawes appears on him and my heart too.

Sunday, January 28, 2007

SHINING UPON SOUL OF TIME


In the night of lunar fifteen,
the moon shines upon the two souls.
The souls of joy and humor,
Chatting in woods of slience.

In blinking time of starlight,
Is ticking to and fro like atomic bomb.
When time is in deafness of laughter,
Hearing the sound of mating crickets.

In the break of morning breathe,
Lies within the smell of greenery.
Acknowledge the time of departure,
Fill with disappointment of sayonara.

Lies in the Grief




The day i fall in the grieve of graveyard,

My mind is in the mist of tears.

Droplets erupting like a volcano.

Wetting my face with pure dew of dawn.

The day i lies to become stronger,

Is to cure the people i love.

When the lies are white in color.

To take away the worries of missing man.

The day in the lies and griefs.

Your vivid images shows up.

Reaching out your warmest hand,

To comfort in the message of infinity.

Tuesday, December 26, 2006

CONFESSION I MAKE


The smile on his face, In my loss words i am.
The thousand questions his lips move, My confusion i have.
The bewilderment looks in his eye, In the cat and mouse game I scare.
The sensual movement of his body, My breathe of courage i take.

Stage light focus on him in finale, In the word of confession i make.
The last word of no rergret, Life changes as i create.
No turning back of time, In the sand of the hour glass i turn.
Flowing through the hole of miniture, My truth of words i say.

The reply whisper like howling wind, In the reaction i make.
Not a rejection it is, My peaceful heart i beat.
Understand his answer, In the checker game of draw.
Remains as we are, My feeling for him be the same.