disturbing....

today i sat in the bus reading my Newpaper, with an old man beside me humming some weird and irritating chinese opera tune. that was of course interesting enough for me, but every time i turned the page, he would stop his musical rendition to read out the headlines for the benefit of the entire vicinity. and his diction was actually quite clear and precise for someone of his ahem... mental constitution....

to make matters worse, the Newpaper is often known for its eye-catching headlines like "Man stabs ex-wife's lover and cuts off his.... " which was what the old man promptly announced. he even made a theatrical emphasis on the "...."! so after 20 min of living hell, i hurriedly flung myself out of the bus and ran into oncoming traffic to end my miserable existence. of course, just before i died, i managed to catch a glimpse of another passenger innocently taking her seat beside this amazing character, with her husband standing beside her. i can only hope she wasn't carrying any reading material.

one arm big one arm small

that's my aim! now that i've sort of picked up tennis, my aspiration is to have a huge gigantic musculalalalar right arm in no time! since there's not going to be so much volleyball to play in NYC, i assume that my left arm is going to start getting flabby soon, unless i rescue it by doing lots of backhanded volleys too! so fun, tennis. most fun part is that i might actually start getting a tan. now all i have to do is to buy a tennis racket and stop freeloading from pple....

coming home

who is to keep me from the cold
when my heart is frozen still
there's no one to hold am i walking alone
in this cruel unending chill

is it you i see
drawing close to me
your outstretched arms
your mighty hands
your faithful words
lifting my breath
you're my salvation

who is to save me from the ghosts
of a dark and dreary past
i cry out for someone to watch over me
on this lonesome restless life

is it you i see
drawing close to me
your outstretched arms
your mighty hands
your faithful words
lifting my breath
you're my salvation

and it's me you see
coming home to Thee
i stand at your door
catching my breath
i'm done with this race
in you i will rest
you're my salvation