灰暗天空下着连绵雨,
像倾诉你弥留的哀情,
如果这是最好的安排,
叫活着是如何的沉重。
母亲的呼唤你可听着，
妻儿的眼泪你可看到。
阴阳相隔总叫人难舍，
愿你好走再修来世缘。
无须惊人骇俗的成就，
你的人生本来就精彩。
身肩全责至孝与博爱，
家族生辉就因你为荣。
夏日尾声剩下的无奈，
添上无发磨灭的伤痛。
窗外烟花炮声响不绝，
那是八月最后的灿烂。
表哥，我们不能逆转上天的旨意，但我们大家不会忘记这一世的情缘。
请你勿牵挂，我们会再相逢于天涯。
你不羁的眼神,
女人也许会因此疯狂.
你的心不会留下,
因为你只要擦肩而过.
似邪似正的笑,
像在燃烧体内的狂野.
不想被你看穿,
脚步决定停留在原地.
那醉了的夜晚,
月光带来犯罪的诱惑.
你吻了我的头发,
我想朦胧是那么美丽.
我心如乱的跳,
四周的眼光如此闪烁.
你牵了我的手,
我想夜可以再深再长.
他们都叫我别爱上你,
因为你的名字叫浪子.
This is the story of a girl...shit, 又是搞暧昧.
嗯, 突然想起你来.
原来我不是收藏记忆的高手. 如风似的时间, 把过去吹的那么干净, 那么仔细. 当初以为是一生的故事, 掉在时间的旋涡里, 转着转着,把原本以为的一切, 辗得支离破碎. 现在一片一片的拾起来, 磋成一部分, 有你我快乐的时光, 已经足够了.
我与风赛跑, 听着风声叫我别回头. 风停了,天晴了.我望着云亮的天空, 那些回忆会不会在里头. 是的, 那一个快乐的时候, 连睡觉都会微笑...
父母圆了我的梦想, 让我去了有秋冬的地方念书, 也让一个情怀初绽放, 写下风花雪月的爱情.
憧憬在雪地漫步, 雨夜中绵棉情话, 手牵手去喝咖啡, 都变为事实. 看着你那张脸, 我已经想到一万年后, 你永远都在我脑海里. 我们不是王子和公主, 更没有童话般的故事. 但我知道我那一刻的心, 是比的上天地的永恒. 那一间咖啡屋, 那可可饮料与煎碎薯的味道, 弥漫的情景, 是属于我们的浪漫.
你说了很多动听的话, 我的眼睛,嘴巴,味道,笑容都有了新的名词. 那时候, 我无时无刻都会感动, 全身细胞都会震颤 - 当你说 '我爱你'.
谈恋爱是可以那么的喜悦, 那么完美, 那么的令人义无反顾. 刹那间世界停顿在最美的巅峰. 让自己产生奇妙的变化, 也延长了对生命的誓言. 我由衷谢谢你出现在上天编排的角色.
因为你, 爱是可以那么彻底.
你说过让我们结婚吧, 不知为何我心底下却不能踏实. 我总觉得我留不住我们的爱情. 或许我败在流言里, 或许我无法把握你许下的未来. 你的心, 那么近, 又那么远. 走在爱与痛的边沿, 放手无疑是唯一的选择.
分手后, 眼泪仿佛掉不完, 每一个夜晚, 都在窒息中度过. 挣扎间捉住一些些空气, 来肯定自己还活着.
三年, 让自己退出围住彼此的圆圈, 让时间带走属于的曾经.
来到现在, 因为我们有着过去.
今天的他, 握住了的我伤痛, 留住了我的灵魂, 延续了我对爱的希望. 他是我今后活下去的理由. 这是我唯一对你写下的回忆. 昔日走在一起的轨道, 如今已是两条人生路.明天的梦, 让我们紧紧相拥各自的幸福.
剩下的, 那些寻不回的记忆, 原来是最美丽的遗憾.
是谁谁的孩子, 是某某的爱人,
是朋友的朋友, 是陌生的过客,
还是在世界里一角的生物.
生下来,
就必须看完别人的生老病死,
再轮到体验至爱的生离死别.
流眼泪,
也不能把胸膛剖开,
尽是无能力的压抑,
想大声呼喊,
声音却是空洞的.
爱与不爱,
时间决定了脚步.
纵然想慢下来, 或停留,
回首总有一声稀嘘.
人生路不会太长,
过程都会让人沧桑,
上天可以给予全部,
也会拿走,
人的尽头是不是只有呼吸声.
活着,
是为命运而来,
然后,
死亡是放弃的代表,
不过并没有选择.
有一天突然不辞而别,
应该不会有太多的惋惜.
Before I get to the destination,
I met the people who see who I was.
I have walked through the hard and grief,
but someone told me that was the begining.
I love life, I love being alive,
I like almost every created in this nature.
I believe the kind inside every hearts,
now it seems very hard to disguise.
Time passing by without my realize,
the simpliness has left my mind,
with the empty soul hanging around,
it doesnt matter what is left behind.
Walking to the path that belongs to me,
I depend on someone closes to me.
When I feeling down and sorrow,
picking up the phone but calling no one.
The mercy is dismissing between moving steps,
There must be somewhere to lay to rest.
Where the peace of heart and mind diving,
long long the way before universe.
The whole world is dark,
where the stars in the sky do not shine.
The moon fallen behind the mass,
while the shadow rise and the wolf cry.
The moment feeling is down,
where the phone seems ever long silent.
The beating heart can't hold while,
the breathing stop and vacant.
Where is the all living salvation,
Where is the healing for empty soul.
where is the broken string stay,
and where is the peace mind gone.
Because the night is dark,
because the dark sharp like a knife.
No where to hide, no one to lie,
the darkness dominate til die.
做家务, 还是上网?
好, 上网赢了. 哈...当然选择轻松来的好. 每每到了周末, 而又在家发呆时. 我的挣扎是由早到晚. 白色的地板, 躺着无力的掉发, 黑黑丝丝弯弯的发亮, 嘲笑我的懒惰. 厨房里的乱叠, 永远等着我的到来. 小房内的杂物, 都在盼望我这主人把它们弄整齐一点. 但我除了进去拿厕纸之外, 都视而不见. 窗帘说了 N 年要洗, 还是搁在一旁. 唉, 我没从妈妈婆婆那儿传来丁点的劳辛精神.
小时候, 成天都看到妈妈从早忙到晚. 也没抱怨什么. 去到婆婆那边, 更不的了. 凌晨四点起床 (她晚上九点就入忱了) 步行半小时去买菜, 回来烧菜打扫. 还加很多花样. 做一些点心糖水之类. 帮忙看顾儿孙. 妈妈还说, 在她们小时候, 婆婆也奏上一脚, 做个灯笼及一些小玩意. 抓鱼, 宰鸡, 养鸭, 样样都来.
那时候, 我很天真的想, 长大后, 我自然而然就会向她们一样啦. 结局就像今天, 挣扎!!! 还是上网 -_-
好啦好啦, 我现在就去抹个地板...
时间的不允许,
我们都无法停留.
我突然想给你从前的我.
走着不能回头的路,
这滋味我们都在体会.
你说过喜欢我的笑靥,
现在想起我有存在的价值.
已经过了无数的秋冬,
我才发觉那一丝丝的温暖,
在于你曾经的付出.
我以为我的潇洒,
是最好的回报.
但现在的你,
都不在我想象里头,
你眼中曾经的温柔,
都渗透了我的回忆,
像在这样的夜晚,
拥有过的甜蜜,
都舔在微笑的嘴角.
做了的抉择,
其实都是一个未知数.
那若有若无的颤栗.
就在于完美与不完美之间.
如果我不再有你的消息,
那是一个怎样的领悟.
There are so many things to achieve while alive.
I really not sure the intention of creator in making man to this earth.
Are we born to compete with each other,
Or we were created to battle for survive.
I was taught to be hardworking and do the best.
What If I couldn't make it.
There are people do well in the progress of life.
I do envy those who made beautiful result and get the applause always.
Should everyone born as dummy,
Or some just created outstanding.
I was told not to make mistake to gain my reputation,
What if I couldn't make it.
There are rules of game to be one in this society.
I wonder how to obey the regulation in order to be a proper person.
Shall I just follow absolutely,
Or I have the right to stray from.
I was instructed to follow the norm and majority engaging,
What if I couldn't make it.
There are defination of good and bad.
I've learned a word called perfect with the infinity meaning behind it,
Why can't accept someone who they are,
Or changing is need to please,
I was being expected to be a fine hereditary,
What if I couldn't make it.
** voices from brittleness, pls give courtesy**
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.
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
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.
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)
