2008结页礼

说是风平浪静,
还是惊涛骇浪,
不及回眸思索,
已渡过又一年.

早晨听了电台ＤＪ说今天是２００８年的最后一天，才让我惊觉岁月无存，往往是回头感触沧桑，想尽力抓住流逝年华的尾巴．我有太多的感言，但从何说起？整整一年，每一天，每一分，每一秒，事物人禽，皆让我不停转变人生的方向．我也喜欢把人生喻为航海. 沉浮在茫茫海洋, 靠岸又离去, 不停向前, 无止境的地平线就是目的地. 听来有点伤感, 但我响往那神秘的力量, 来主宰这一生.　
远处烟花的雷嚮, 触动更多的回忆. 影映在我眼瞳里的烟火, 是那么的灿烂, 那么的不朽. 这些璀灿的火光, 带给全世界人一个希望, 是更美好的新一年.
人类追溯到原始时代, 万代千朝不停的开辟. 到了这个世纪, 已经可说是物质文化生活的高潮. 文明的产生, 不代表我们盛世太平, 战争的烽火在某些角落, 还是延续下去. 种族, 宗教, 肤色, 国籍, 信念, 姓氏, 身份, 阶级及其他理由, 都可以成为人类互相争执, 杀害对方的藉口. 其他生物濒临绝灭, 大自然逐渐失去平衡. 还有土崩, 海啸, 飓风, 地震都趋向这地球. 万物之首的人类, 还能抵抗多久.
这一切的残缺, 是苍天不解, 还是人类自造的孼?

上一段日子, 从报纸上看到一篇文章, 让平时找不到字句来形容自己, 顿时有了着落. “平庸最悲哀” 单看题目已经有了呜呼哀栽的感觉, 是吧.
我没有把文章看完, 只是略过要题及大概. 人生分为三种 – 成功, 平庸, 失败. 前者不用多说, 是经过努力奋斗而获得成功. 后者是刚好不幸, 或因惰散而失败, 若有机会觉悟, 去反省和检讨. 都可能获得成功的一天. 只有平庸, 显得无药可救. 没有所谓好高务远, 没有要求最高境界, 更没有刺激和打击来领悟失败. 一路走来, 平平稳稳, 总觉得人生不过如此.
对于某些人来说, 没有为自己冲向高峰, 或轰轰烈烈的干一回, 就像白活了. 有者不畏艰险, 要向极高难度挑战, 就算失败, 也心甘如怡.
平庸的人, 拥有阿Q精神, 自我安慰的境界纯属很高了. (本人目前还在这层级)

“不是不要拍拖, 只是刚好单身” 是从一位著名女作家受访在报章上所看到的. 这句妙言妙语, 引起我的共鸣. 想起单身的时候, 自由是最大的收获. 但随着年纪越大, 自己还没怎样, 身旁的人开始不断”好意”提醒我. 当人家问到, 为什么没有男朋友? 答案千变万换, 穷了我半辈子的脑袋, 来应付没完没了的'为什么'.
其实, 单身根本不需要理由. 回到原点, 每一个人都是孤伶伶来到这世界. 时候到了, 也是一个人离开这尘世. 在人间的日子, 每一个人都在追逐自己的梦想, 与其一人荡然的闯行江湖, 不如两人结伴相随, 许多事情都可以互相扶持, 互相补足. 当然这是很理想的人生. 如果一路上都是单身, 那真的不简单. 因为单身族已经练了一身二合一的功夫, 也一样可以快乐游活. 一个人好, 还是两个人妙, 其实都各其所得. 愿天下人共勉之.

继续的感言, 留待他日吧. 祝大家新年快乐, 明天会更好.
　

旧品 ~ 某月某日二零零七

Getaway to Simplicity

Well, most of the metropolitans dreaming to catch some greens in eyes, or take a sip of fresh air to clean up the body and soul. A call from nature wakes us up. We were lucky to escape from where we have to be 24 x 7, to a new world of Taman Negara. Entering to the TN by riding a 'sampan' (wooden skiff). A three hours journey from Jeruntut Jeti to the destination. I would say that was a pretty boring way to start this trip. Personally, I do not like it. We were told after that, there was an option to get to TN by vehicles on mainland. Green, green, green! All caught in our view was variety species of tree along the river bank. A feeling going to the rainforest is getting eager, a full imagination to this mysteries land in the West Malaysia. A row of ‘floating restaurant’ welcome us when we first there. The restaurants made from woods, bottom with the tree tung to support like a big raft. We had all meals here with just one comment: missing mama’s cooking. Thousands of insects set their home in this rainforest. A night walk to the jungle brought us a ticket to the natural orchestra, surrounding sound effects, low and high pitch, featuring the characteristic of each small creatures. See, ‘Topless’ tree, or endless sight to the top of tree when we see from the ground. These are the specialty for the plants to grow in the rainforest. They have to battle against each other to survive. The growing to the upper is to ensure to get lights and waters. Only few plants can survive under those tall’s tree, with dark and less rain drop from the sky. The Orang Asli village. These were the original people (Native) who settle down in the land of Malaysia before other races migrated to here. The Orang Asli remains their simple living style by charging the natural source from the forest. They hunt food in the forest, making home with ‘Atap’ leafs and live almost in the primitive way. The Orang Asli village we visited were transforming to the urban style. With the help of local government, they get subsidy for food, clothes and other basic needs. Even the children can get the chance to go to school. The orang asli have many unique skills of making life in the jungle. I have recorded a scene how an orang asli making fire within 30 seconds, amazing!



































(All photos from SM Lai, Ee Tan, WJ) Trip taken 29th Aug~ 1st Sept, 2008

当我们同在一起

如果没有下一秒,
我们拥有这一刻,
留住了最烂漫的笑容.
是谁帮我们照的相,
又是谁没有在照片里头.

那一段青春的彩虹,
我们都放肆的挥霍.
上天给予的幸眷,
笑与泪,
都一起相伴度过.

回忆念书的日子,
怀念玩牌喝酒的闹玩.
如今她已是一位妈妈,
你也嫁了人.
她在国外, 我也不在家乡.

纵使生活许多不得已,
再多惦记和回忆,
都不及现在和未来.
你我有过的梦想,
请一起多多努力.


此刻最想说, 祝你幸福.

Kluang Station

The memory rewinds to old days,
The precious moment we lost in flying time,
we found the smiles that so familiar before.






A coffee taste bitter but sweet,
braided a dream in the air.
A dream we shared before,
in the young momentum,
on the play ground with holler and laughter.










When we squander the springtime,
while we wonder the future to be.
We stood in the station,
remembering the old taste.











The past aint missing any pieces.
It tells the story of golden age,
the meaning of eternal friendship.








Kluang, Johor - 7~8/06/2008
(photos thanks to Sze Horng)

没有人知道

安乐的日子不会过得太久.
四季都轮转, 何况是人生.
没有要求到达颠峰,
平坦都做不到.
驰骋在海陆空,
小鸟都会有烦恼.
明天会有我的名额,
今晚我想听上帝说.
活着不由我管,
死了我理不到.
这一回我还走着,
不久看到的是什么.
如果下一次没有机会,
让我数完我的遗憾.

恋别

如果来来去去都是苦,
没有人会要当初或重来.
我纵使一个人,
也愿受尽无穷的思痛.
别人来来往往去哪里,
或许他们都会停歇下来.
就算离开了你,
我的心无法平静如往.

我会寂寞吗?
其实整个世界在陪伴我.
天桥下的车辆, 斜坡旁的树木,
都无时无刻在那里.
我坐在车里盲目的漫游,
天空红转蓝, 白转黑,
闪烁的夜灯都成了模糊,
到底眼泪不会骗人.

如过没有感情和回忆,
这一切都成为不必要.
不就都讲好了吗,
让我们的身份变为朋友.
这需要什么样的条件.

我的后悔都成了过去,
我的未来会是怎样,
污浊的空气快令我窒息,
我只能选择逃避.
卸下的错误与无奈,
就这样结束吧.

香江之旅

不容质疑的魅力. 看到人山人海在黄大仙庙宇前, 心底有少许的震撼. 人类相信神能实现他们办不到的事, 还是心灵在寻找寄托的地方.