the story of 枫(maple)[this story is written from the perspective of the tree]
continued...
the tree could not contain his curiousity. he had to find out from the wind despite of the depressive answer he self-imagined.
both of them arranged for another meet again. from the time of the arrangement till the time of the date. the tree was thinking all about her only. the tree's line of thought suddenly changed. he wondered maybe her expression was as subtle as she ever was. that thought temporary arrested his spiralling depression. while his only depression stems from her and only a single word or answer from her can set him free. or worse, plunge him deeper into the abyss.
when the tree met the wind, he hesitated. the tree had no idea how to bring it to mouth nor have any vague idea how to carry on with her without clearing this doubt. when the tree finally asked the wind, she suddenly came on strong on him.
the tree already facing much problem about surfacing the question and yet to add-on she had no clear understanding of the question and where he was coming from. since the wound is already open and burning in pain, he thought that he might as well bite the bullet and get everything off his chest.
the wind responded. the tree was glad, he was glad that the wind responded very near to how he had wished she would and also that she understood some of what he said. the answer to that depression, set him free. it was just as the tree thought, her subtle ways of expression caused the confusion from his usual outgoing expression of self.
the tree had already knew that the wind was subtle in her expression, he also knew that the wind was different in nature from him. however, now he truly understands what that all means. the tree understands the wind a little bit more...
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
the story of 枫(maple)[this story is written from the perspective of the tree]
continued...
the tree didnt believe what the woodpecker said about himself. he knew the woodpecker for the longest of time. the woodpecker like another part of him, his alter ego.
but for a certain reason, he jus cant shake the feeling that both the wind and him, was totally opposite in nature.
one day, the tree got wind of the wind's new toy she jus bought. the tree was equally excited because he knew that it was something that the wind was waiting very long for. it was another toy that added to her burning desire to be free and in control of her freedom.
the tree thought to himself:
wouldnt it be good that she came around with this toy and be the first few to see it? touch it?
but it never happen.
the tree wondered why, but decided not to pursuit for the answer. for he knew, that the answer will not be a pleasant one. because he could have found no reason why she didnt want to share such joy within the first few moments of recieving the toy. he felt that he would and why wouldnt she?
the tree started getting depressed like the evening progressing into the night. depressive thoughts started going through his head like re-runs of an old film. he will eventually get out of it, but what will the by-product be?
continued...
the tree didnt believe what the woodpecker said about himself. he knew the woodpecker for the longest of time. the woodpecker like another part of him, his alter ego.
but for a certain reason, he jus cant shake the feeling that both the wind and him, was totally opposite in nature.
one day, the tree got wind of the wind's new toy she jus bought. the tree was equally excited because he knew that it was something that the wind was waiting very long for. it was another toy that added to her burning desire to be free and in control of her freedom.
the tree thought to himself:
wouldnt it be good that she came around with this toy and be the first few to see it? touch it?
but it never happen.
the tree wondered why, but decided not to pursuit for the answer. for he knew, that the answer will not be a pleasant one. because he could have found no reason why she didnt want to share such joy within the first few moments of recieving the toy. he felt that he would and why wouldnt she?
the tree started getting depressed like the evening progressing into the night. depressive thoughts started going through his head like re-runs of an old film. he will eventually get out of it, but what will the by-product be?
Friday, July 21, 2006
the story of 枫(maple)[this story is written from the perspective of the tree]
continued...
the tree craved for the dreams to be ever-lasting, ever-recurring, ever-perfect and for-ever. but in reality, dreams are how they are. ever so instant, spontateous and fast fading, and maybe thats why the tree dwelled on the desire of havin more of it. 'The perfect moment'
all the other trees never talked before about this dream or even anything remotely-related to it. maybe its because of their distance that seldom anything close to heart is shared. the tree only got wind of it through the passing birds and bees.
the seasonal birds that share their tales on every other stops they made, telecasting all news worldwide big or small. exchanging news and stories everywhere they go, making a very huge network of news network with other seasonal birds. while the passing bees, hum about the tiny gossips and rumors of huge entertainment value. due to their minute bodies, they appear almost invisible gathering all these precious 'dirty laundry'. some relay about what whispers they hear, others jus spin their own yarn from their imgination.
these are the sources the tree possess of the outside world. everything outside seemed so colorful, at least more colorful that the forest he resides in. the color comes from the vast and rapid changes that the world is happening outside every day. while the tree only observes that little changes from his little spot in the forest.
he sees the green leaves on him grow and wither. he sees the sun signalling another time for him to study. he sees and hear the birds and bees. he also sees his brother inching up in another spot of the forest. he notices his parents progressing in age and the drain of each day for them. he yearns... ...
he yearns to be a big strong tree covered with plentiful green leaves. he want to be this big tree that not only overlooks this forest but the entire greenry as far as the eye can see. he lacks the confident, for he knows how many bugs that dig within his very trunk. he also understands the limit of this growth, that he can grow no taller than the canopy in that forest nor grow more green leaves that his parents. his change can be no more than the other trees in the forest...can it?
he feels more insecure with the wind. she who sees all changes as the only constant she who seems to have limitless growth. he feels a gap between them, or is jus his inferiority bug diggin at his trunk?
one day the resident woodpecker told the tree :
the tree grasp his sense of security from the surrounding dependables and is used to that. hence, the tree unknowingly provides that same kind of security that he recieves to the wind. the wind feels secure and relived. yet to the wind, security is based on more intangibles rather than the surrounding due to her very own nature. hence the security cycle is then broken, not because the wind is not giving the tree security, but due to the different form and conversion of it. hence is the stem of the insecurity.
the woodpecker left everything as it is, since there were no inferiority bug to peck out.
continued...
the tree craved for the dreams to be ever-lasting, ever-recurring, ever-perfect and for-ever. but in reality, dreams are how they are. ever so instant, spontateous and fast fading, and maybe thats why the tree dwelled on the desire of havin more of it. 'The perfect moment'
all the other trees never talked before about this dream or even anything remotely-related to it. maybe its because of their distance that seldom anything close to heart is shared. the tree only got wind of it through the passing birds and bees.
the seasonal birds that share their tales on every other stops they made, telecasting all news worldwide big or small. exchanging news and stories everywhere they go, making a very huge network of news network with other seasonal birds. while the passing bees, hum about the tiny gossips and rumors of huge entertainment value. due to their minute bodies, they appear almost invisible gathering all these precious 'dirty laundry'. some relay about what whispers they hear, others jus spin their own yarn from their imgination.
these are the sources the tree possess of the outside world. everything outside seemed so colorful, at least more colorful that the forest he resides in. the color comes from the vast and rapid changes that the world is happening outside every day. while the tree only observes that little changes from his little spot in the forest.
he sees the green leaves on him grow and wither. he sees the sun signalling another time for him to study. he sees and hear the birds and bees. he also sees his brother inching up in another spot of the forest. he notices his parents progressing in age and the drain of each day for them. he yearns... ...
he yearns to be a big strong tree covered with plentiful green leaves. he want to be this big tree that not only overlooks this forest but the entire greenry as far as the eye can see. he lacks the confident, for he knows how many bugs that dig within his very trunk. he also understands the limit of this growth, that he can grow no taller than the canopy in that forest nor grow more green leaves that his parents. his change can be no more than the other trees in the forest...can it?
he feels more insecure with the wind. she who sees all changes as the only constant she who seems to have limitless growth. he feels a gap between them, or is jus his inferiority bug diggin at his trunk?
one day the resident woodpecker told the tree :
the tree grasp his sense of security from the surrounding dependables and is used to that. hence, the tree unknowingly provides that same kind of security that he recieves to the wind. the wind feels secure and relived. yet to the wind, security is based on more intangibles rather than the surrounding due to her very own nature. hence the security cycle is then broken, not because the wind is not giving the tree security, but due to the different form and conversion of it. hence is the stem of the insecurity.
the woodpecker left everything as it is, since there were no inferiority bug to peck out.
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
finally back here...recently, was either waking up too late to do any decent updates or was back home too early in the morning to think of anything to write. alas, the opportunity~!!
finally my parttime work as a waiter is comin to an end on this comin wednesday. recent events has made my departing easier as well as smoother. one of the events is the consistent realisation of the incompete leadership that my current outlet manager possess.(as do my usual practice no real names will be used, unless special extreme emotions are used.)
there is usually a beat or rhythm at the workplace. the most important thing is to pick up that beat and rhythm. for him, he will always be the deaf one. grabbing anyone he can find to do things he thinks needs to be done. and he is the one that keeps bullshitting about doin specialised task for each person. a person who preaches but doesnt hold his end well.
and boy does he like to preach. he can continually 'brief' the new waiter staff for time that seemed too long(in the context of a waiter). jus to illustrate the point that he like to talk so much. he can chat and take orders for jus a single table in the time that i used to take orders for 2 tables, fulfil them and still have time to look at him and frown. wondering who died and made him manager?
he is always covered with 1001 paperwork but he nv has the discipline to work quietly. if anyone jus drops by for a chat, one word, Venus flytrap. he is jus always doin the wrong thing at the wrong time spotted by the wrong person. he shld jus quit man, he is not cut for this manager material. he is still a few more metres short of it. and he wonders why is the lowest paying manager around.
well there have been happy things as well as things upsetting. the resturant has been havin many batches of new waiter and waiteress mostly china students studying here. and i have been dumped with the task for being their trainer and becos it seems that i am doin a hell of a good job.
one of the staff grew quite attached to me recently. her name 周晶. she is from wu han province of china and studys in Ngee Ann ECE. she grew so attached that she suggested to be my younger sister. hey, VEN if you are reading this. yes~you have another sister. the reason why she was so attached to me? becos i remind her of her dad. o.0 yes, wat a nice thing to say to a guy. its not so much that i look like her dad, but rather i talk and call her is like her dad. long story...
current, sister count is two. one jus flew over to aus and the other is goin back to china to visit her parents next month. this morning while i was telling my princess about this, i noticed an alarming similiarities between this 2 sister of mine. both was born in Oct 1986 and studys or had studied in Ngee Ann Poly. weird huh? i guess i jus click with this super particular and specific bunch of people. :)
finally my parttime work as a waiter is comin to an end on this comin wednesday. recent events has made my departing easier as well as smoother. one of the events is the consistent realisation of the incompete leadership that my current outlet manager possess.(as do my usual practice no real names will be used, unless special extreme emotions are used.)
there is usually a beat or rhythm at the workplace. the most important thing is to pick up that beat and rhythm. for him, he will always be the deaf one. grabbing anyone he can find to do things he thinks needs to be done. and he is the one that keeps bullshitting about doin specialised task for each person. a person who preaches but doesnt hold his end well.
and boy does he like to preach. he can continually 'brief' the new waiter staff for time that seemed too long(in the context of a waiter). jus to illustrate the point that he like to talk so much. he can chat and take orders for jus a single table in the time that i used to take orders for 2 tables, fulfil them and still have time to look at him and frown. wondering who died and made him manager?
he is always covered with 1001 paperwork but he nv has the discipline to work quietly. if anyone jus drops by for a chat, one word, Venus flytrap. he is jus always doin the wrong thing at the wrong time spotted by the wrong person. he shld jus quit man, he is not cut for this manager material. he is still a few more metres short of it. and he wonders why is the lowest paying manager around.
well there have been happy things as well as things upsetting. the resturant has been havin many batches of new waiter and waiteress mostly china students studying here. and i have been dumped with the task for being their trainer and becos it seems that i am doin a hell of a good job.
one of the staff grew quite attached to me recently. her name 周晶. she is from wu han province of china and studys in Ngee Ann ECE. she grew so attached that she suggested to be my younger sister. hey, VEN if you are reading this. yes~you have another sister. the reason why she was so attached to me? becos i remind her of her dad. o.0 yes, wat a nice thing to say to a guy. its not so much that i look like her dad, but rather i talk and call her is like her dad. long story...
current, sister count is two. one jus flew over to aus and the other is goin back to china to visit her parents next month. this morning while i was telling my princess about this, i noticed an alarming similiarities between this 2 sister of mine. both was born in Oct 1986 and studys or had studied in Ngee Ann Poly. weird huh? i guess i jus click with this super particular and specific bunch of people. :)
Monday, July 10, 2006
the story of 枫(maple)[this story is written from the perspective of the tree]
continued...
one night, the wind blew across the forest and reached the tree. the tree was suprised, as the season was already over, but the wind made an exception to stay behind. the tree knew that it was a difficult decision for the wind. it would have to mean certain sacrifices on her part.
the tree had only one thing left on that night, that was to make her as happy as possible. that was the only way the tree thot that will make the wind feel better abt the sacrifices she made.
that night, the wind continuously circled around the tree and they talked. knowing each other deeper and more. although everything seemed all better, there are still topics that they have to slowly work out or even to avoid.
but to the tree that night alone was a magical night, a night where he still wondered if it was a dream when he woke up the next morning.
continued...
one night, the wind blew across the forest and reached the tree. the tree was suprised, as the season was already over, but the wind made an exception to stay behind. the tree knew that it was a difficult decision for the wind. it would have to mean certain sacrifices on her part.
the tree had only one thing left on that night, that was to make her as happy as possible. that was the only way the tree thot that will make the wind feel better abt the sacrifices she made.
that night, the wind continuously circled around the tree and they talked. knowing each other deeper and more. although everything seemed all better, there are still topics that they have to slowly work out or even to avoid.
but to the tree that night alone was a magical night, a night where he still wondered if it was a dream when he woke up the next morning.
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
the story of 枫(maple)[this story is written from the perspective of the tree]
the tree grew up like all other trees in near solitude and not so close to his family. as how seeds of trees are always sown far far from the mother tree. however, this tree grew fast and was soon nearer and nearer to his own family of trees.
one day, a wind blew past. as sudden as she came, she left. the tree didnt notice it at all. as he was all big and strong, and theres little the gust of wind can disturb him. he thought to himself that it was like any other wind that blew past. for a moment there he was terribly wrong.
the season came, and that particular wind kept on visiting the tree. the tree suddenly found interest and grew affliction towards this wind. initially he could not distingush between the few other winds and this particular one that he grew interest in. after a few trials and error, he finally recognised his favourite wind. he liked almost everything about her. her warmth, her character, her personality and her.
however, to the tree, the wind was the wind. the wind always come and go as and when she liked, the tree never sought to changed that about her and let her be. the wind was always unpredictable in directions, and the tree can only watch as she passes by.
the wind as it appeared to the tree, was self-reliant and independent. she was quite unrestrained. and it seems that only the other winds could understand her and fly with her to the ends of earth and back.
the tree on the other hand had to stand firmly on the ground to grow stronger. he had to depend on the soil and sunlight that nutured him. there was also a set of rules the tree had to obey, to grow strong so that others can depend on him.
the tree tried to move from its spot, however, he could never step out of the soil that he so proudly stands on, nor can he move into the shadows. now he knows how deeply rooted he is in his own world. and the tree learnt more about himself and his limits as he continued to try.
he wished to be like how the wind drifted and swayed. however, it only caused him to grow weaker. despite, his only wish is to catch up with the wind and be by her side.
in the near solitude of his world, he continues to try... ...to reach for the wind.
can the 木(tree) be together with 风(wind), and live together? 枫(maple)
the tree grew up like all other trees in near solitude and not so close to his family. as how seeds of trees are always sown far far from the mother tree. however, this tree grew fast and was soon nearer and nearer to his own family of trees.
one day, a wind blew past. as sudden as she came, she left. the tree didnt notice it at all. as he was all big and strong, and theres little the gust of wind can disturb him. he thought to himself that it was like any other wind that blew past. for a moment there he was terribly wrong.
the season came, and that particular wind kept on visiting the tree. the tree suddenly found interest and grew affliction towards this wind. initially he could not distingush between the few other winds and this particular one that he grew interest in. after a few trials and error, he finally recognised his favourite wind. he liked almost everything about her. her warmth, her character, her personality and her.
however, to the tree, the wind was the wind. the wind always come and go as and when she liked, the tree never sought to changed that about her and let her be. the wind was always unpredictable in directions, and the tree can only watch as she passes by.
the wind as it appeared to the tree, was self-reliant and independent. she was quite unrestrained. and it seems that only the other winds could understand her and fly with her to the ends of earth and back.
the tree on the other hand had to stand firmly on the ground to grow stronger. he had to depend on the soil and sunlight that nutured him. there was also a set of rules the tree had to obey, to grow strong so that others can depend on him.
the tree tried to move from its spot, however, he could never step out of the soil that he so proudly stands on, nor can he move into the shadows. now he knows how deeply rooted he is in his own world. and the tree learnt more about himself and his limits as he continued to try.
he wished to be like how the wind drifted and swayed. however, it only caused him to grow weaker. despite, his only wish is to catch up with the wind and be by her side.
in the near solitude of his world, he continues to try... ...to reach for the wind.
can the 木(tree) be together with 风(wind), and live together? 枫(maple)