Inspired from the past

I remember this sec sch literature teacher who has very dramatic expressions and often, very unknowingly, created a universe of her own right before us. Her powers were exceptional and that incredible source of energy came out of her mouth in the form of words. Back then, i never knew that speakers were actually very powerful people. Impressionable speakers motivates and drives listeners to think in directions that they intendeded for. Some can bring tears to your eyes. Some can change your entire perception and outlook of life. Some can even make you believe that you are experiencing something physically. No matter how momentary that effect is, fact is such powers are undeniable.

Imagine how colourful we can paint this earth with descriptive words. Rid it of poisonous thoughts. Recycle the word "Naive" and give it a whole new meaning. Perhaps injecting "Naive" with a new lease of meaning so that it spreads over our lives. And that meaning wont be found in the dictionary cos there will be a variety of explanations; everything good and nice. So that we can all be "Naive" and we can go around chatting with our neighbours in the friendly neighbourhood about how flavourful and trippy it was during lunch. How colourful it was in the morning when the sunlight spilled through the tiny openings of the blinds. How splendid was the smell of morning dew evaporating from the surfaces of each leaf and grass blade.

And so, news will be about the latest flavours in the market. No cars. Perhaps bicycles so that we can still cycle down to ECP and watch the waves carving in and out of the bay, so that we can smell and continue to describe the fresh salty sea breeze, so that we can chance upon familiar faces and chat up about old times, so that we can all chase away our unhappy memories and set them sailing far far away.

There will only be songs that inspire good feelings and thoughts and there will be no island-wide radio stations. Everyone will know how to play their own music to inspire one another. There will no longer be any genres in music as everything starts diluting into one another like how different colours; no matter how dull or bright, mix together to form a rainbow of splendour.

Conversations will be engaging; no half-hearted engagements; no hidden thoughts just an exchange of experiences. Mainly gourmet experiences like how my sec sch teacher did on one of her unforgettable lessons.

"....As i sink my teeth into the mushrooms, the combined flavour of oil and butter burst in harmony..."

Sorry im not good at it. And it sounds rather wrong in fact. Sick. Poisoned minds. Sorry this is just rubbish and NAIVE!

If theres a color that could paint "melancholy", it would be "Oriental blue".

窗外的雨似乎在挑战我内心的平衡点。源源不绝的豪雨泛滥了我内心干瘪的沙漠。沙沙的风声卷起了一丝丝的回忆。原本无生命的玻璃窗就这样活了起来。窗，它仿佛在跟我细说往事。在平面的玻璃窗外滑落着的雨水构成了一面透明的窗帘。看到的竟是一个熟悉的脸庞。“不，这不是我。还我10年前的青春。我不要迷惘。我不要忧郁。我不要感伤。我不要惆怅。我要在青春的大草原上奔跑，嬉戏。”