even if goodbye has been said many times before.

As much as i hate to admit it, I have to face up to the fact that I've invested too much time and effort in the wrong thing.

Some people are receptive and grateful for help or concern given, while some just think themselves too good for it. They'll show the whole world they're hurting only to snarl at those who offer them help.

What is the point of showing your hurt then, if you just want to be left alone? Why only desire the care of those who aren't near? Why leave doors open to those who hurt you and slam the door shut in the face of those who care? So many questions why left to be unanswered.

And yes, that is what I should do. Step back and realize all these has never been any of business at all. While what has been taken away from my life can never be replaced, I have the power to stop it from taking any more.

So goodbye, even if goodbye has been said many times before.

chinese music

i've been strangely obsessed with chinese music these few days.

just a note, look at how much the chinese/hokkien rock band has changed from their early days.


Mayday long ago.


Mayday in 2007(with Chen Qi Zhen who i think looks and sounds really cute, very unique voice!)


and the pretty Chen Qi Zhen live in concert! the female bassist(who is bald) is pretty good i say.



ok, all the chinese music i have is like 5 years old. please send me chinese music if you know of any nice ones!

cycling

There used to be a father who would bring his son cycling every evening. The son started with a little tricycle, and in a matter of months got a bicycle with a pair of training wheels. First, he started with two training wheels then the father removed the training wheel on the left, and then the one on the right when the boy was ready to progress.

Each time, from the tricycle to the two-wheeled bicycle, the father would be running alongside the boy, encouraging him, teaching him, correcting him and to catch him if he falls.

This went on and on as the boy got more comfortable on the bicycle, gaining both the skills and confidence needed for him to cycle independently. This boy got better and better, and when he didn't need his father by his side to teach him and catch him anymore, he started to disregard his father running by his side. He cycled faster, went further, reveling in what he could now do on his own. As for the man, he was happy to see his son being able to now cycle on his own. Though no one knew whether there was a tinge of sadness in him when his son started to cycle with seeming disregard for the old man running by his side, it was obvious that he took great joy in seeing what his son could do.

And one day, the old man wasn't running by the side of the now speeding bicycle anymore. It wasn't because he could not catch up with the bicycle anymore, but because he now knew his son didn't need him running by his side anymore. If he did not believe his son would be able to cope, believe me, he'd run to the death of him to be there to catch him when he falls.

Inevitably, the son will fall. And what happens?

now, now what is the point?

some people would rather live life with something to gripe about than to admit to being contented with his/her own life and have nothing to say.

they believe that the next thing in life coming will make them happy, or believe what they're just going through now is just a phase, and "all these will pass." never are they happy with what right now has to offer.

now, now what is the point?