Ramen and Spring

I, as a person who don't enjoy writing or reading poem, came up with a poem while snorting a bowl of Hong Kong brand instant noodles around 1:40am in a rainy Spring night, April 7, 2009.


Ramen and Spring (4/2009)

Sprinkling upon the starless night

the frozen earth suppresses the force of life

Bombard by the five senses at the twilight hours -

the smell of instant noodles flowing from the right; the melting egg sustaining on my tongue

blogs and msn into the visual cortex; songs of hearts through the two white dots

touching the transparent screen with my left hand

Fate, like Spring, retreats back to the minor chord

What am I doing 3:30am Sunday morning?

I was planning to edit some photos @ 9pm Saturday.

Then got distracted by Google News - HK celebrity gossip.

Logged in WoW to check some mail (as if my characters have any to begin with).

Went down to the kitchen to get some healthy OJ... but somehow chips and coke turned up inside my stomach an hour later.

Distracted again by New York Times

And again by iTunes - listened to Brahms Violin Concerto in D, op77

By the time I really start searching for photos, it was 2am.

Distracted yet again by email.

And then Yu's blog.

And now I'm writing my blog.

3:30am and I'm still on step 1.

Well, at least my housemate is still watching TV downstairs. (not an excuse though)

First Post

I think the last 'blog' I wrote was about 5 years ago... maybe longer, at xanga and later LiveJournal. I don't even remember my account name.

So what inspires me to start writing again?
1. End of 2009 HEAS Conference (2 hours ago literally)
2. 10+ inches of snow tomorrow
3. too lazy to go to do laundry before the storm
4. Saw someone's blog
5. Want to start a food review blog