Sunday, September 23, 2007
Dancer
Do you see it twirling clockwise or anti-clockwise? (click on pic)
Sunday, September 16, 2007
感触
下午在食阁用餐，坐在两个人用的桌椅。我只是一个人。
吃着，无故有两位婆婆突然走到我的座位。然后其中一个把一碗米粉汤放下，指说：“就坐在这里慢慢吃吧。”另一个把雨伞放在桌上，坐在我的对面，然后对我说那碗米粉汤是前一个婆婆吃剩然后让给她吃的。
我顿时‘措’了一下。
婆婆看了我，还问我(hokkien)：“你今天‘做工’？”
其实当时我的穿在确实正如她所说的，不过我只是笑说回答(hokkien)：“我出去。”这是为了避免无必要的误解和解释。事实上我之前是有去见客户。
[我们之间的交谈都是hokkien]
婆婆继续说道她如何得来这碗米粉汤，又说到子女大了没有去拜访她，没有给她零钱。。。农历新年说要去看她老人家后来也没有。。。
我问她现在住哪。。。她说这里附近，跟孙子住。
听了，还有些安慰。不过进一步想，其中一定还是有些莫名和不跃的背景。不过我也没有再问下去。
我最后问的只是：“你要喝水吗？我买给你。”
婆婆她客气地说不必。
我吃完后便向她说声我离开，嘱咐她慢慢的吃。
[一个陌生的相遇，疑点很多；但是我站在相信她的立场上。]
后来心情很沉重，感触很多。
不想多写。
只是希望以后周围的你我的父母不会沦落到这样。你我也不会如此。
吃着，无故有两位婆婆突然走到我的座位。然后其中一个把一碗米粉汤放下，指说：“就坐在这里慢慢吃吧。”另一个把雨伞放在桌上，坐在我的对面，然后对我说那碗米粉汤是前一个婆婆吃剩然后让给她吃的。
我顿时‘措’了一下。
婆婆看了我，还问我(hokkien)：“你今天‘做工’？”
其实当时我的穿在确实正如她所说的，不过我只是笑说回答(hokkien)：“我出去。”这是为了避免无必要的误解和解释。事实上我之前是有去见客户。
[我们之间的交谈都是hokkien]
婆婆继续说道她如何得来这碗米粉汤，又说到子女大了没有去拜访她，没有给她零钱。。。农历新年说要去看她老人家后来也没有。。。
我问她现在住哪。。。她说这里附近，跟孙子住。
听了，还有些安慰。不过进一步想，其中一定还是有些莫名和不跃的背景。不过我也没有再问下去。
我最后问的只是：“你要喝水吗？我买给你。”
婆婆她客气地说不必。
我吃完后便向她说声我离开，嘱咐她慢慢的吃。
[一个陌生的相遇，疑点很多；但是我站在相信她的立场上。]
后来心情很沉重，感触很多。
不想多写。
只是希望以后周围的你我的父母不会沦落到这样。你我也不会如此。
Sunday, September 09, 2007
《伤心》
听别人的伤心情歌
把自己投入在里面
再写一首伤心的情歌
让自己迷失在里头
就让全世界最伤心的情歌
都侵入我的情绪里
更让我的情绪
沉浸在所有的伤心情歌里
且让
伤心的人更伤心
而
快乐的人更为伤心
诺
快乐和伤心是种选择
我选择伤心
因为快乐
从来都无需选择
090907/0419
把自己投入在里面
再写一首伤心的情歌
让自己迷失在里头
就让全世界最伤心的情歌
都侵入我的情绪里
更让我的情绪
沉浸在所有的伤心情歌里
且让
伤心的人更伤心
而
快乐的人更为伤心
诺
快乐和伤心是种选择
我选择伤心
因为快乐
从来都无需选择
090907/0419
《输血》
我需要输血
但不是同类型的血
就连O-型的血也救不了我
我的血
一点
一滴
从我的心
不停的流
可怕的是
它无止境的流
欲泻无痕
只有你的血
才能弥补这样的伤口
请你输入我那深深裂缝的缺口
就算我能给上千万个借口
也不愿倒塌在没有你的路口
我就快要窒息
即使剩下最后一口气
对你的思恋
永不止境
090907/0259
但不是同类型的血
就连O-型的血也救不了我
我的血
一点
一滴
从我的心
不停的流
可怕的是
它无止境的流
欲泻无痕
只有你的血
才能弥补这样的伤口
请你输入我那深深裂缝的缺口
就算我能给上千万个借口
也不愿倒塌在没有你的路口
我就快要窒息
即使剩下最后一口气
对你的思恋
永不止境
090907/0259
Saturday, September 08, 2007
Clean-up
Was cleaning up and organising my things, then found 2 old spectacles that I had...goodness...so long ago le, still kept them in my cupboard. The black frame definitely was for the army-trainee days...frameless...cant rem, shld be either in jc or in uni days...
Cleaning up is never a process of just being a physical doing. It's more like reliving a past or several pasts depending on the amount of stuff and area that is involved.
Finding something like in this case the spectacles brought me to wonder when I had them, and the kind of encounters they went through with me and what they have seen and aided me to see when they were worn on me previously.
Memory banks come to life vividly again when you thought you had left them all behind. It's just like now, keeping and stashing away some things into boxes or into certain corners, we are putting certain pasts and events to be stored in memories.
Those that were 'vindicated' to the trash bags or bins would be pasts that needed to be forgotten - thrown away. Do we really need those anymore? What if one day down the roads again we remember them again and want them? Is it gone forever then?
Found certain pics and saw certain faces...some of them you wonder where they are now and how the previous linkage is now a mere acquaintance or remembrance. Some which you held on so dear are now strangers. One neo-print which should had been stashed with its 'own category' somehow was not with its 'own category' and it dropped out right into my palms with another pic...I wonder if such is the encounter or workings of fate...fate in the past that duno-y-I-did-not-stash-it-with-its-others so that now it came falling into my hands and sight again...
Played one CD which I bought almost 10 years ago as I was cleaning up...an imported CD...and on a particular song it skipped track...has age caught up even with a piece of plastic...that is suppose to be durable and lasting?
I believe that a tidy and neat room/place reflects a person's life. My room is neater once again but there is more cleaning up to go. May such reflections of my life and such reflection of thoughts and memories come forth dearer with the rest of the cleaning up.
Cleaning up is never a process of just being a physical doing. It's more like reliving a past or several pasts depending on the amount of stuff and area that is involved.
Finding something like in this case the spectacles brought me to wonder when I had them, and the kind of encounters they went through with me and what they have seen and aided me to see when they were worn on me previously.
Memory banks come to life vividly again when you thought you had left them all behind. It's just like now, keeping and stashing away some things into boxes or into certain corners, we are putting certain pasts and events to be stored in memories.
Those that were 'vindicated' to the trash bags or bins would be pasts that needed to be forgotten - thrown away. Do we really need those anymore? What if one day down the roads again we remember them again and want them? Is it gone forever then?
Found certain pics and saw certain faces...some of them you wonder where they are now and how the previous linkage is now a mere acquaintance or remembrance. Some which you held on so dear are now strangers. One neo-print which should had been stashed with its 'own category' somehow was not with its 'own category' and it dropped out right into my palms with another pic...I wonder if such is the encounter or workings of fate...fate in the past that duno-y-I-did-not-stash-it-with-its-others so that now it came falling into my hands and sight again...
Played one CD which I bought almost 10 years ago as I was cleaning up...an imported CD...and on a particular song it skipped track...has age caught up even with a piece of plastic...that is suppose to be durable and lasting?
I believe that a tidy and neat room/place reflects a person's life. My room is neater once again but there is more cleaning up to go. May such reflections of my life and such reflection of thoughts and memories come forth dearer with the rest of the cleaning up.
Friday, September 07, 2007
Ah-Choo
Not that I'm sneezing or that I'm sick (altho I feel that I'm abit falling sick)...but just want to recommend this book (Chinese novel) to everyone.
Bought it in Taiwan in Apr, and finished it in the wee hours of 070907. This is a beautiful story built on Love, Despair-Hope (in conjunction).
Initially was puzzled by the title and the cover page drawing...sneezing? boxing gloves? and wings on the gloves? After reading through then realised how appropriate it was. =)
Bought it in Taiwan in Apr, and finished it in the wee hours of 070907. This is a beautiful story built on Love, Despair-Hope (in conjunction).
Initially was puzzled by the title and the cover page drawing...sneezing? boxing gloves? and wings on the gloves? After reading through then realised how appropriate it was. =)
