Hei Bao

Hei Bao, Cui Jian (pronounced Chhui Chi-an)
and Tang Cao (Tang Chhao) were few of my
Chinese fav bands and singerswhen I was in China.
They stood out as men in the crowd
of boys from Hong Kong and Taiwan,
chocolaty boys and half men 'stars' who were multi
skilled package of singing,dancing
and acting. Craps like Zhang Yue You, Liu de Hua,
Aaron Kowk etc were quite popular though..
(I still remember the names!)

Memories..

I don't like the visuals of this one, but I feel the song is solid.
Listened to it this morning in the car on way to gym,
misty Sydney morning. It did help situation a bit.
I stumbled upon CDs of Chinese Rock CDs in Ashfield mall.
The CD boxes and wraps were quite old and game me few itches when
opening, but the CD quality is good still.

One live from Cui Jian below:

With the birds I share..

The view from outside of me, curtains wide
open on a dark day. Drooping over the course
stuffs..exam on Monday, no clue about the real
subject, thanks to my expert classmates.

Its been a screw tight week, like the one before,
the one before, the one before that..and so on.
Its been one tight strech of a one foot string
to a mile, that is my brain at the moment.
The printer stuffed up and I have to go to
office to get something printed out tomorrow
morning.

Is it all worthwhile??
Shashi hasn't contact after going to Chennai.
Supposed to land in KL first before arriving
in India. Mom is worried as usual, he should be fine.

Oh my sleeping..cat..

Lonely westie

After a 12 hour sleep..woke up at 1:30 pm this afternoon..
there was nothing to do, except head for a wanderlust drive,
towards my eternal search..for a fitting jacket! WTF!!
My weight has dropped below 60 in may be 10 years now,
stands at around 59. So as guessable, all clothes hang
by my body, David Wong certified the obvious truth yesterday,
the one I have been trying to get by. No clothes fit
me anymore..I got to buy all different sets.

Well, direction less walk around IKEA was waste of time,
as it always is. But I found the parking right outside
Rhodes shopping town, and a picturesque view of the lake.
I bought Memoirs of Geisha, something I have been wanting
to watch.

On the way back I stopped by at a Croydon cellar. After
parking the car bit far from the store, I was walking by
a dark street, and he was there, sitting behind the
glass in an unnamed store, watching out, sadly. So cute,
swear to God nothing ever looked so pretty to me.
This little dog, little westie, was even smaller than
normal ones, somehow unusually colored, kinda bluish
gray. So tiny, would fit in one hand. He(or she??) had
his chin on his stretched legs in front of him. and
seemed so lost and care less, of anything going around him.
I bent on my knees and knocked on the glass, it looked up
slowly and met my eyes. God, they were lovely, and really
captivating. It tried to follow my knocks, in vain.
I stayed for a while and looked at him, he staring back.
Could not help think of one particular doll who would
have felt much more like this about this little puppy.
I bought another of my red Shiraz and headed back to
car. Little westie was gone. Just imagening what she
might have wanted to do, may be ask me to go and look
for him.

Well, for myself, I might go and try to look for him
again someday.

Rock music..music of Rock

Rock music..what the hell??
Why its so pervasive??

Rock music..rocks.
Been working since 9 this morning, its 12:14 now.
Working whole day..ain't worth nothing.

Listening to some British pop crap everyday
on the way and back home has set my mind
numb and dumb.

Well perhaps, bad music can ruin your life,
drag you down..slowly, like warming water
does to the lazy frog. Good music,
sometimes on the other hand, is like a
good meal. you want to taste it, again
and again. But eventually the effect wears out.
And it starts to stale out your soul as well.
Current music scene is more crap and junk, some
fresh ones, like a good food. Change from
Chinese to Indian, from fast food Italian
to roasts..change and innovation apply to music.

Rainy dark Sydney..again..and loving it

Another gloomy day in Sydney, its beautiful.
Rained whole night and surprisingly there was a
glimmer of sunlight early in the morning when I
was working on a problem for the office, I am on
call this month.

I am in front of TV sipping coffee. Cuddled up
in my quilt keeping an eye on the screen
and another outside, watching the drizzle
and marveling. Perfect day for staying home
and just relax, though my mind seems to drift
away on windy roads to woods and lakes of
Northern Sydney.

Futbol Mundial and Euro 2008 programs in SBS.
I am liking the depth of color as much as
the soccer itself.

Good day for momo!