M I N A M I N A

2008-06-19T23:23:00.001+08:00

2007-08-18T07:23:00.000+08:00

許冠傑 - 鐘聲響起

(讀白Rap)：許懷欣、許懷谷
作曲：劉宏基
作詞：許冠傑、劉宏基
Rap ：陳歷恒
編曲：藝琛
監製：楊雲驃、藝琛、劉宏基

(許懷欣)：
從前香港　講「abcd」普遍
自回歸後　說「bo po mo fo」有主見
(許懷谷)：
時代逼住要變　我都好難留一線
舊碼頭再見　舊機場早就再見

(許懷欣)：
隨機應變咁至有黄金嘅Q年
一成都不變　唔通啲錢會自動奉獻
(許懷谷)：
新機場興建　今日證明明智之見
不過舊情　依然不變

(許冠傑)：
每次聽見鐘聲　船笛聲　產生感應，
同遊時光溫馨　幻彩海港美景
時間悲歡交錯　轉眼已十年（珍惜眼前）
有嘢坐低傾傾　人生應該高興

個個笑得開心　排隊攞身份証，　
成為全球精英　盛放金色紫荊
朋友愛惜分秒　好快又十年（爭取出線）
你我畀啲心機　贏創意　永久保証

** 個個笑吓　放假四處玩吓，
約吓兩老見面嘆杯茶
童謠神話　街坊好嗎？
掛住昨天嗎？

轉轉轉轉　也有挫折起跌？
一公升的眼淚要支持，
仍然同舟　壓力未愁，
你有勇氣上天定會幫你解…決！** ( rap )

(許懷欣)：
手機周圍　拍拍拍　搞到好有壓力
晚晚加班　港幣貶值更有壓力
(許懷谷)：
信自己自食其力　信自己物超所值
有壓力　其實都係一種原動力

(許懷欣)：
加薪唔見多　負資產就鬼咁多
豬鏈搭瘋牛　食物有毒就多多多
(許懷谷)：
其實香港唔錯　凡是能輕輕帶過
錢有排揾　點會嫌多

再見了鐘聲　要再見革新本領，
和諧繁榮香港　大家高峯再闖
回憶集體擁有　可愛是情懷，
輕鬆心態　你我處變不驚
全香港鬥心取勝！

重複 ** (兩次)

(許懷欣)：
從前香港人　暑假愛出國旅行
宜家放假　就鍾意上街自由行
(許懷谷)：
自由係香港精神　自由到捨己為人
沙士都唔怕　香港人十項全能

(許懷欣)：
香港乜星都有　酒店有五粒星
紅館有歌星　身分證有三粒星
(許懷谷)：
天上有陳易希星　人人其實都係巨星
再見鐘聲　但願香港繼續繁榮

Serenade the clouds

2007-05-28T22:06:00.000+08:00

Concerto

How gentle is the rain
　That falls softly on the meadow
　Birds high up on the trees
　Serenade the clouds with their melodies＊

Oh! See there beyond the hill
The bright colors of the rainbow
Some magic from above
Made this day for us
Just to fall in love

You'll hold me in your arms
And say once again you'll love me
And that your love is true
Everything will be just as wounderful

Now I belong to you
From this day until forever
Just love me tenderly
And I'll give to you every part of me

Oh! Don't ever make me cry
Through long lonely nights without us
Be always true to me
Keep this day in your heart eternally

You hold me in your arms
And say once again you love me
And that your love is true
Everything will be just as wonderful

2007-05-27T03:46:00.000+08:00

i could watch you sleep all night long
trace your contour in the dark
i wouldn't dare giving you a peck on your cheek
that would wake you up
disturb your sweet dream
you know? time will never return
and neither will tears flow out of your eye
but silly me, i'm still here

2007-05-01T09:32:00.000+08:00

奇洛李維斯回信

天天寫封封寫滿六百句的 "我愛你"
寫了十年從未覺得太乏味
深信最後收得到答覆荷李活美不美

(K 先生：可否阻你十八秒鐘看看信
如果你認同人是有需要造夢
給我寄贈簽名的信封只要一封)

繼續被動來做普通的大眾實在沒有用情願不怕面紅
頑強地進攻爭取你認同才年年月月晚晚朝朝密密寄信

* 明知我們隔著個太空仍然將愛慕天天入進信封
抬頭望星空發夢仍然自信等到遠處你為我寫那一封
(等到你會破例答覆我一封)

人人都怕難怕倦怕撲空全球得我未死心沒有放鬆
專心得超級偶像也動容一直相信所以給你一直寫信 *

(專心得金剛鐵石也動容一直相信不怕多寄幾百封信)

(F 小姐：真感激你為我每天也寄信年輕我亦曾同樣那麼愛造夢
所以決定親筆的答覆等你相信) 繼續被動來做普通的大眾
實在沒有用情願不怕面紅頑強地進攻爭取那認同
如朝朝代代每個不朽烈士奮勇

Repeat * *

明知我們隔著個太空仍然將愛慕天天入進信封
抬頭望星空發夢仍然自信等到遠處你為我寫那一封
人人都怕難怕倦怕撲空全球得我未死心沒有放鬆
專心得超級偶像也動容一直相信不怕多寄幾百封信

* * *

it's good to have a dream while living in this world, right?

2007-04-09T09:19:00.000+08:00

Genesis 22
Abraham Tested
1 Some time later God tested Abraham. He said to him, "Abraham!"
"Here I am," he replied.
2 Then God said, "Take your son, your only son, Isaac, whom you love, and go to the region of Moriah. Sacrifice him there as a burnt offering on one of the mountains I will tell you about."

3 Early the next morning Abraham got up and saddled his donkey. He took with him two of his servants and his son Isaac. When he had cut enough wood for the burnt offering, he set out for the place God had told him about. 4 On the third day Abraham looked up and saw the place in the distance. 5 He said to his servants, "Stay here with the donkey while I and the boy go over there. We will worship and then we will come back to you."

6 Abraham took the wood for the burnt offering and placed it on his son Isaac, and he himself carried the fire and the knife. As the two of them went on together, 7 Isaac spoke up and said to his father Abraham, "Father?"
"Yes, my son?" Abraham replied.
"The fire and wood are here," Isaac said, "but where is the lamb for the burnt offering?"

8 Abraham answered, "God himself will provide the lamb for the burnt offering, my son." And the two of them went on together.

9 When they reached the place God had told him about, Abraham built an altar there and arranged the wood on it. He bound his son Isaac and laid him on the altar, on top of the wood. 10 Then he reached out his hand and took the knife to slay his son. 11 But the angel of the LORD called out to him from heaven, "Abraham! Abraham!"
"Here I am," he replied.

12 "Do not lay a hand on the boy," he said. "Do not do anything to him. Now I know that you fear God, because you have not withheld from me your son, your only son."

13 Abraham looked up and there in a thicket he saw a ram [a] caught by its horns. He went over and took the ram and sacrificed it as a burnt offering instead of his son. 14 So Abraham called that place The LORD Will Provide. And to this day it is said, "On the mountain of the LORD it will be provided."

15 The angel of the LORD called to Abraham from heaven a second time 16 and said, "I swear by myself, declares the LORD, that because you have done this and have not withheld your son, your only son, 17 I will surely bless you and make your descendants as numerous as the stars in the sky and as the sand on the seashore. Your descendants will take possession of the cities of their enemies, 18 and through your offspring [b] all nations on earth will be blessed, because you have obeyed me."

19 Then Abraham returned to his servants, and they set off together for Beersheba. And Abraham stayed in Beersheba.

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i actually like the chinese version of the story more....

2007-04-09T08:47:00.001+08:00

And God Said No

I asked God to take away my pride. And God said "No". He said it was not for him to take away, but for me to give it up.

I asked God to make my handicapped child whole. And God said "No". He said her spirit was whole, her body was only temporary.

I asked God to grant me patience. And God said "No". He said patience is a by-product of tribulations. It isn't granted, it is earned.

I asked God to give me happiness. And God said "No". He said he gives me blessings, happiness is up to me.

I asked God to spare me pain. And God said "No". He said suffering draws you apart from worldly cares and brings you closer to me.

I asked God to make my spirit grow. And God said "No". He said I must grow on my own. But he will prune me to make me fruitful.

I asked for all things that I might enjoy life. And God said "No". He said I will give you life, that you may enjoy all things.

I ask God to help me LOVE others, as much as he loves me. And God said, Ah, finally you have the idea.

完璧的父親

2007-04-05T09:57:00.000+08:00

if i get what the advert shows, i'm cancer, actually :)

2007-04-02T12:36:00.000+08:00

quoted from my friend's blog, an interesting story...

March 27
龍蝦與寄居蟹
我不嬲好少好少聽收音機既, 即使自己開車出街都係聽CD多. 不過上個星期搭van仔既時候聽收音機就聽到一個好有意思既故事, 我想響呢度送俾大家.

有一天, 寄居蟹興龍蝦在深海中相遇, 寄居蟹看見龍蝦正在把自己的硬殼脫掉, 只露出嬌嫩的身體. 寄居蟹非常緊張地說: "龍蝦, 你怎能把唯一保護自己的硬殼也放棄呢? 難道你不怕有大魚一口把你吃掉嗎? 以你現在的情況來看, 連急流也會把你沖到岩石裏去, 到時你不死才怪呢!"

龍蝦氣定神閒地回答: "謝謝你的關心, 但是你不了解, 我們龍蝦每次成長, 都必須先脫掉舊殼, 身體才能長大, 再生長出更堅固的外殼. 現在面對的危險, 只是為了將來發展得更好作出的準備."

寄居蟹細心思考了一下, 自己整天只找可以避居的地方. 而沒有想過怎樣使自己成長得更強壯. 整天只活在別人的護蔭之下, 難怪永遠都限制了自己的發展.

每個人都有一定的安全區, 對於那些害怕危險的人, 危險無處不在. 你想跨越自己目前的成就, 請不要劃地自限. 勇於接受挑戰充實自我, 你一定會發展得比想像中更好.

打電話

2007-03-30T22:49:00.000+08:00

第二節課下課了，許多人都搶著到學校門口唯一的公用電話前排隊，打電話回家請媽媽送忘記帶的簿本、忘記帶的毛筆、忘記帶的牛奶錢……
　　一年級的教室就在電話旁。小小個子的一年級新生黃子云常望著打電話的隊伍發呆，他多麼羡慕別人打電話，可是他卻從來沒有能夠踏上那只矮木箱，那只學校給置放，方便低年級學生打電話的矮木箱……
　　這天，黃子云下定了決心，他要打電話給媽媽。他興奮地擠在隊伍裡。隊伍長長，後面的人焦急地捏著銅板，焦急地盯著說電話人的脣，生怕上課鐘會早早的響。而，上課鐘終於響起，前邊的人放棄了打電話，黃子云便一步搶先，踏上木箱，左顧右盼發現沒人注意他。於是抖顫著手，撥了電話。
　　『媽媽，是我，我是云云……』
　　徘徊著等待的隊伍幾乎完全散去，黃子云面帶笑容，甜甜地面對與紅色的電話方箱。
　　『媽媽，我上一節數學又考了一百分，老師送我一顆星，全班只有四個人考一百分哩……』
　　『上課了，趕快回教室！』一個高年級的學生由他身旁走過，大聲催促著他。
　　黃子云對高年級生笑了笑，繼續對著話筒：
　　『媽媽！我要去上課了。媽媽！早上我很乖。我每天自己穿制服、自己沖牛奶、自己烤麵包，還幫爸爸忙。中午我去樓下張伯伯的小店吃米粉湯，還切油豆腐，有的時候買一個肉棕……』
　　不知怎麼的，黃子云清了下鼻子，再說話時聲嗓變了腔：
　　『媽媽！我，我想你，好想好想你。我不要上學，我要跟你在一起。媽媽！你為什麼還不回家？你在哪裡？媽媽……』
　　黃子云伸手拭淚，掛了電話。話筒掛上的一剎那，有女子的語音自話筒中傳來：
　　『下面音響十點十一分十秒……』
　　黃子云離開電話，讓清清的鼻涕水凝在小小的手背上。

分

2007-03-30T22:43:00.000+08:00

終於，她和他離了婚。
　　他始終不能接受這個啃噬他心肺的苦痛，也始終無法習慣家屋中沒有她的生活，甚至，時不時的，他會狠握兩拳，咬牙嘶聲地低喊著她的名字！一遍，一遍，又一遍。
　　電話鈴響的時候，他正呆瞪著天花板切切地思念著她，以致當他聽見她的聲音響自話筒的那一頭時，竟而驚詫得怎麼也回不出話來！畢竟，在他們離婚後的這兩個多月來，他們之間還從未聯係過。
　　『怎麼不說話嘛你！我在問你最近吃得好不好？睡得怎麼樣？』
　　怎麼吃得下睡得好？但他還是中規中矩地答復了！老天，他想，她還是關心他的！
　　『強，誰給你洗衣服？』
　　他斜眼瞄了一下浴室裡那一盆亂糟糟，口中告訴他自己洗衣服，心中卻狂狂地喜悅著！她喊自己『強』呢！當他們吵鬧得最凶時，她一向是『郭志強』連名帶姓地吼叫他的！他喜得眼都濕了！她喚他『強』呢！
　　『我今天打電話來，也是，也是想了好多天的。我，我，我實在不好意思給你打電話，我，我開不了口哪！』
　　他的淚潺潺而下。當初。她是多麼堅決而強硬地辦了離婚手續，如今，她悔了嗎？他歪斜著臉孔，將淚與涕水輕抹在肩頭的衣衫上，思忖著，要不要稍稍刁難地一下再接受她的懺悔？
　　她緩緩的，似乎考慮了又考慮，最後又喚了他一聲『強』，然後纔結結巴巴困難地開了口：
　　『我，我們分開的時候，我不是把那個描金的德國瓷瓶子分給了你嗎？我，你，你知道我一直喜歡那個瓶子！我實在喜歡，實在捨不得那個瓶子。我想，我想，我拿那個你很喜歡的那個紅框框的外國鍾和那個胖胖的大貝殼燈跟你換，好不好？兩樣東西和你換那一個瓶子，好不好？強，好不好？好不好嘛？』
　　好不好？
　　好不好？

再會

2007-03-30T22:42:00.001+08:00

年輕的你，是分別的時候了，讓我向你說聲：『再會』。
希望你會好好地長大，能變成一個自己心中願意，並且他人也喜歡的那麼樣的一種人。我不是不承認個人的價值，相反的，我常常認為，先要愛自己纔可能去愛別人。
但是，你如果終生只停留在愛自己的角落裡，那麼，你將會失掉了很多奮鬥的機會，失掉了好好地生活一次的權利。
一朵孤芳自賞的花只是美麗，一片互相依恃著而怒放的錦繡纔是燦爛。祝你能有一個燦爛的明天。再會，我年輕的朋友。

2007-03-22T00:28:00.000+08:00

listening to silence on a wednesday midnight. it's unusually quiet, the kitties have finally slept. this has been what a week. i've held up all my tears and finally cannot hold anymore.

this week at home i've learned, loving someone is a beautiful thing, but i have to learn not to hold eternity... it's not easy, but i'm learning to live in the present.

in this star-studded night, listening to silence, my heart pours out some painful memories. i wept, exclaiming with the light shower..

我已無詩
世間也再無飛花　無細雨
塵封的四季啊
請別哭泣

萬般　萬般的無奈
愛的餘燼已熄
重回人間
猛然醒覺那千條萬條　都是
已知的路　已瞭然的軌跡

跟著人群走下去吧
就這樣微笑地走到盡頭
我柔弱的心啊
請試著去忘記　請千萬千萬
別再哭泣

2007-03-20T18:05:00.000+08:00

Daily devotions for 03-20-2007:
Title: Sorrowful, Yet Rejoicing
Author: Mrs. Charles E. Cowman
Devotion: Streams in the Desert
Scripture References:
2 Corinthians 6:10

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Title: Sorrowful, Yet Rejoicing
"As sorrowful, yet always rejoicing" (2 Cor.
6:10).

The stoic scorns to shed a tear; the Christian is
not forbidden to weep. The soul may be dumb with
excessive grief, as the shearer's scissors pass
over the quivering flesh; or, when the heart is
on the point of breaking beneath the meeting
surges of trial, the sufferer may seek relief by
crying out with a loud voice. But there is
something even better.

They say that springs of sweet fresh water well
up amid the brine of salt seas; that the fairest
Alpine flowers bloom in the wildest and most
rugged mountain passes; that the noblest psalms
were the outcome of the profoundest agony of
soul.

Be it so. And thus amid manifold trials, souls
which love God will find reasons for bounding,
leaping joy. Though deep call to deep, yet the
Lord's song will be heard in silver cadence
through the night. And it is possible in the
darkest hour that ever swept a human life to
bless the God and Father of our Lord Jesus
Christ. Have you learned this lesson yet? Not
simply to endure God's will, nor only to choose
it; but to rejoice in it with joy unspeakable and
full of glory. --Tried as by Fire

I will be still, my bruised heart faintly
murmured,
As o'er me rolled a crushing load of woe;
The cry, the call, e'en the low moan was stifled;
I pressed my lips; I barred the tear drop's flow.
I will be still, although I cannot see it,
The love that bares a soul and fans pain's fire;
That takes away the last sweet drop of solace,
Breaks the lone harp string, hides Thy precious
lyre.
But God is love, so I will bide me, bide me--
We'll doubt not, Soul, we will be very still;
We'll wait till after while, when He shall lift
us
Yes, after while, when it shall be His will.
And I did listen to my heart's brave promise;
And I did quiver, struggling to be still;
And I did lift my tearless eyes to Heaven,
Repeating ever, "Yea, Christ, have Thy will."
But soon my heart upspake from 'neath our burden,
Reproved my tight-drawn lips, my visage sad:
"We can do more than this, O Soul," it whispered.
"We can be more than still, we can be glad!"
And now my heart and I are sweetly singing--
Singing without the sound of tuneful strings;
Drinking abundant waters in the desert,
Crushed, and yet soaring as on eagle's wings.
--S. P. W.

This classic devotional is the unabridged edition of
Streams in the Desert. This first edition was published
in 1925 and the wording is preserved as originally
written. Connotations of words may have changed over the
years and are not meant to be offensive.

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xiangxiang is feeling slightly better today, eating as i fed her and drank some water. she is still floppy and flops to my lap, and hates her headgear. but i'm glad she's healing well, it must be my warm bed (me) last night! (not to mention i woke up this morning feeling entirely unslept)

2007-03-11T18:39:00.000+08:00

waiting for a good time to make my fresh sweetcorn and cheese spiral pasta.
God i'm so in need of a good break...
in need of a good heart.

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月光曲

據說　用月光取暖的女子從不受傷
有處曠野容許她重新長出枝葉

學會了煞有介事地遺忘　學會了
轉身再轉身然後重新開始
學會了聆聽所有語言裡不同的音節
學會了像別人一樣用密碼去寫詩

讓欲望停頓在結局之前的地方
將巨大的精心繪製的藍圖寄放在
山岡高處
他的白木屋裡向晚微微暗去的牆上

　　一九九一‧五‧廿二

2007-03-03T23:41:00.000+08:00

xiangxiang is a tame little girlie who loves getting pampered by mommy. she likes mommy's earrings, and loves sitting by mommy when she's studying. she purrs like crazy, an adorable companion in flat 29B :)

2007-03-03T23:35:00.000+08:00

Dordor is a little piggy who eats loads and grows too quickly, likes jumping onto my piano, sniffing and attempting to chew on my handbag! when i sit on the sofa he'll just hop onto it as well and snuggles in his own place --> my lap. comfy, yea??

Streams in the desert February 9 2007

2007-02-09T18:34:00.000+08:00

Title: Trust Amid the Silence

"He answered her not a word" (Matt. 15:23).

"He will be silent in his love" (Zeph. 3:17).

It may be a child of God is reading these words
who has had some great crushing sorrow, some
bitter disappointment, some heart-breaking blow
from a totally unexpected quarter. You are
longing for your Master's voice bidding you "Be
of good cheer," but only silence and a sense of
mystery and misery meet you --"He answered her
not a word."

God's tender heart must often ache listening to
all the sad, complaining cries which arise from
our weak, impatient hearts, because we do not see
that for our own sakes He answers not at all or
otherwise than seems best to our tear-blinded,
short-sighted eyes.

The silences of Jesus are as eloquent as His
speech and may be a sign, not of His disapproval,
but of His approval and of a deep purpose of
blessing for you.

"Why art thou cast down, O…soul?" Thou shalt yet
praise Him, yes, even for His silence. Listen to
an old and beautiful story of how one Christian
dreamed that she saw three others at prayer. As
they knelt the Master drew near to them.

As He approached the first of the three, He bent
over her in tenderness and grace, with smiles
full of radiant love and spoke to her in accents
of purest, sweetest music.

Leaving her, He came to the next, but only placed
His hand upon her bowed bead, and gave her one
look of loving approval.

The third woman He passed almost abruptly without
stopping for a word or glance. The woman in her
dream said to herself, "How greatly He must love
the first one, to the second He gave His
approval, but none of the special demonstrations
of love He gave the first; and the third must
have grieved Him deeply, for He gave her no word
at all and not even a passing look.

"I wonder what she has done, and why He made so
much difference between them?" As she tried to
account for the action of her Lord, He Himself
stood by her and said: "O woman! how wrongly hast
thou interpreted Me. The first kneeling woman
needs all the weight of My tenderness and care to
keep her feet in My narrow way. She needs My
love, thought and help every moment of the day.
Without it she would fail and fall.

"The second has stronger faith and deeper love,
and I can trust her to trust Me however things
may go and whatever people do.

"The third, whom I seemed not to notice, and even
to neglect, has faith and love of the finest
quality, and her I am training by quick and
drastic processes for the highest and holiest
service.

"She knows Me so intimately, and trusts Me so
utterly, that she is independent of words or
looks or any outward intimation of My approval.
She is not dismayed nor discouraged by any
circumstances through which I arrange that she
shall pass; she trusts Me when sense and reason
and every finer instinct of the natural heart
would rebel;--because she knows that I am working
in her for eternity, and that what I do, though
she knows not the explanation now, she will
understand hereafter.

"I am silent in My love because I love beyond the
power of words to express, or of human hearts to
understand, and also for your sakes that you may
learn to love and trust Me in Spirit-taught,
spontaneous response to My love, without the spur
of anything outward to call it forth."

He "will do marvels" if you will learn the
mystery of His silence, and praise Him, for every
time He withdraws His gifts that you may better
know and love the Giver. --Selected

2007-02-06T23:06:00.000+08:00

我不要　將你多綁住　一秒
我也知道　天空多美妙　請你　替我瞧一瞧

天上的風箏哪兒去了　一眨眼　不見了
誰把它的線剪斷了　你知不知道
從前的我們哪兒去了　路太遠　我忘了
如果你想飛我明瞭　你自由也好

看你穿越雲端飛的很高站在山上的我大聲叫喔～
也許你呀不會聽到把夢想找到要過得更好
我不要愛情的低潮我會微笑眼淚不准掉
我很好後來的你好不好你會知道我沒有走掉　

回憶　飛進風裡了天上的風箏哪兒去了

2007-01-28T12:21:00.000+08:00

Ayumi Hamasaki- Jewel

灰色の四角い　空の下を今日も
あらゆる欲望が　埋め尽くす
その中で光を見失わず前を
向いて歩けるのは　いつも君が
この街の片隅にも　汚れのない
ものが残っている事　教えてくれるから
疲れ果てた体で　眠りについた君を
僕は息をひそめて　見ていた
世界中でただひとり　僕だけが知っている
無防備で愛しい横顔

当たり前のように　陽射しが降り注ぎ
優しい風揺れたある日の事
僕の中で何かがそっと強く
確かに変わって行くのをひとり感じていた
悲しくなんかないのに涙がこぼれたのは
君の想いが痛いくらいに
僕の胸の奥のキズ跡に染み込んで
優しさに変えてくれたから

もしも君が深い悲しみに出会ったら
僕にもわけてくれるといいな
その笑顔のためなら何だって出来るだろう

僕の大切な宝物
僕の大切な宝物

* * *

今天所有欲望仍舊
盡埋藏在這片灰色四角的天空下
能夠一直看著光芒向前走
全因為你告訴我在這城市的一隅
還有未被玷污的東西存在
屏氣凝視拖著疲憊不堪的身軀而沉睡的你
世界上只有我一個人看見
這樣毫毋防備和令人憐愛的側臉

那天的一切就像理所當然的
陽光傾注而來微風輕柔搖晃
我獨自一人感到心中有些甚麼在
靜靜卻又強烈確實地改變著
雖然明明沒有甚麼悲傷
但淚水卻像缺堤般湧下
全因為你的感情痛苦地滲進了我心底的傷痕
把它們盡化成溫柔

如果你遭遇到深刻的悲痛
能夠讓我一起承受的話就好了
要是為了那個笑容我甚麼也會做

只因那是我最重視的東西
只因那是我最重視的東西

2007-01-21T21:30:00.000+08:00

" Dear jht：

咖啡色是雙魚的我..

藍色是天蠍的你..

咖啡色的信封內裝著藍色的信紙..

知道我的意思了嗎？.. :)

看到我這杯香濃的咖啡..

你會想喝嗎？..

口水千萬要吸住..

別滴下來ㄛ！.. :P

FlyinDance

"我閃過一絲苦澀的笑容。我想我會滴下來的, 應該不是口水。而藍色信紙的內容很簡單：

" 如果我還有一天壽命，那天我要做你女友。

我還有一天的命嗎？..沒有。

所以，很可惜。我今生仍然不是你的女友。

如果我有翅膀，我要從天堂飛下來看你。

我有翅膀嗎？..沒有。

所以，很遺憾。我從此無法再看到你。

如果把整個浴缸的水倒出，也澆不熄我對你愛情的火燄。

整個浴缸的水全部倒得出嗎？..可以。

所以，是的。我愛你...

輕舞飛揚 "

2007-01-21T21:24:00.000+08:00

Listen to the pouring rain
Listen to it pour,
And with every drop of rain
You know I love you more
Let it rain all night long,
Let my love for you go strong,
As long as we're together
Who cares about the weather?
Listen to the falling rain,
Listen to it fall,
And with every drop of rain,
I can hear you call,
Call my name right out loud,
I can hear above the clouds
And I'm here among the puddles,
You and I together huddle.
Listen to the falling rain,
Listen to the rain.
It's raining,
It's pouring,
The old man is snoring,
Went to bad
And he bumped his head,
He couldn't get up in the morning.
Listen to the falling rain,
Listen to it fall,
And with every drop of rain,
I can hear you call,
Call my name right out loud,
I can hear above the clouds
And I'm here among the puddles,
You and I together huddle.
Listen to the falling rain,
listen to the rain.

2007-01-19T22:09:00.000+08:00

如果有人一定要追問我結果如何　

我恐怕就無法回答　　

所有的故事　　

我只知道那些非常華麗的開始　　

充滿了震懾和喜悅　　

充滿了美　充滿了浪費　　

每一個開端都充滿了憧憬　　

并且易于承諾　易于相信　　

但是　如果有人一定要追問我　　

最后的結果到底如何　　

我只能俯首不答　

轉回到我的燈下　　

在書頁間翻尋追索　　

靜靜編織出　

一章又一章有關于　　

夏夜的　傳說

2007-01-13T21:10:00.000+08:00

月光曲

據說　用月光取暖的女子從不受傷
有處曠野容許她重新長出枝葉
學會了煞有介事地遺忘　學會了
轉身再轉身然後重新開始
學會了聆聽所有語言裡不同的音節
學會了像別人一樣也用密碼去寫詩
讓欲望停頓在結局之前的地方
將巨大的精心繪製的藍圖寄放在
山岡高處
他的白木屋裡向晚微微暗去的牆上

2007-01-13T21:06:00.000+08:00

極短篇

微涼的清晨　在極淺的夢境中
我總是會重複夢見
你漸行漸遠冷漠和憂傷的面容
而夢裡星空皎潔　一如那夜
那夜在山中我們正微笑欣喜於初次的相逢

2007-01-13T20:41:00.000+08:00

我摺疊著我的愛
我的愛也摺疊著我
我的摺疊著的愛
像草原上的長河那樣宛轉曲折
遂將我層層的摺疊起來
我隱藏著我的愛
我的愛也隱藏著我
我的隱藏著的愛
像山嵐遮蔽了燃燒著的秋林
遂將我嚴密的隱藏起來
我顯露著我的愛
我的愛也顯露著我
我的顯露著的愛
像春天的風吹過曠野無所忌憚
遂將我完整的顯露出來
我鋪展著我的愛
我的愛也鋪展著我
我的鋪展著的愛
像萬頃松濤無邊無際的起伏
遂將我無限的鋪展開來
反覆低迴　再逐層攀昇
這是一首亙古傳唱著的長調
在大地與蒼穹之間
我們彼此傾訴　那靈魂的美麗與寂寥
請你靜靜聆聽　再接受我歌聲的帶引
重回那久已遺忘的心靈的原鄉
在那裡　我們所有的悲欣
正忽隱忽現　忽空而又復滿盈

2007-01-06T16:04:00.000+08:00

remember this little gnome i bought for you as a good luck charm?

i received a big gnome statue for christmas one time when i was at year 4 at medical school. it came as a really big surprise. i loved it. it looked like a kind grandpa and that was all i needed at that time, it was a really frosty cold winter in hong kong that year (much colder than this year's!) and i just needed something to warm me up. i liked it so much i even kept the pretty cardboard box in a safe place... so time went on and i had to move back home after medical school. one day when i went back to visit my parents i was searching for some old novels, and there it was, hidden discretely in a corner of my bookshelf. as if i had found a long lost love, i grabbed it tight in admiration and looked closely at its wonderful christmas colours, only to find a long fine crack through the statue.

i don't know what gnomes are meant to do. but to me they have a special meaning, so eternally cheerful, bringing me sunny days...

i'm just one of the flowers

2006-10-30T13:38:00.000+08:00

One day my friend next door in our sassoon road residence told me this story about Plato and his teacher...

One fine day Plato asked his teacher, "What is love?" and he was instructed to go into the forest and search for the most beautiful flower. The only condition was that he could only walk ahead without looking back. As Plato walked through the woods he saw many lovely and flowers. One after the other. But he was reluctant to pick any of them because he kept on hoping that the next one he saw would be even more beautiful. So he looked and walked on. Until it's the end of the forest and his teacher saw him without any flowers. He asked him why he didn't choose any. Plato answered, "I was always hoping for a more beautiful one after a beautiful flower."

And his teacher replied, "This is love."

* * *
Remember the story about Plato and his teacher that was told by my friend next door? I couldn't make much of a meaning out of it apart from a pessimistic one (as suggested by the title) until I got an inspiration from you today...

"I believe Plato had found the most beautiful one in the beginning. He didn't want to pick it up because its beauty could only be preserved at where it belongs. No matter how much he wanted to "possess" it, his love for the flower was far greater than his love for himself.

I'm sure he would have revisited the garden again."

So really, I don't have to be a flower at all. I can be Plato, if I try hard enough. Well, God make us wait patiently for He slowly reveals to us the beauty of the mystery... that can be a way of seeing it.

2006-10-30T13:24:00.000+08:00

many, many years ago (more than 10?) someone wrote this poem for me, and i wrote a melody to go with it. ah, i liked the collaboration. whatever.

* * *

it was a dark seclusive night
under the sparkling stars with my lover in sight
for what great powers and might
can draw us close, this tight?

beauty, is the way that you sleep
with eyes slightly closed and a smile to keep
although uncertainty may be heap upon heap
my love for you is ever so deep

2006-10-28T21:18:00.000+08:00

Leaving on a jet plane

All my bags are packed,
I'm ready to go
I'm standing here outside your door
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye
But the dawn is breaking,
It's early morn
The taxi's waiting,
He's blowing his horn
Already I'm so lonesome
I could cry.
So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go.
I'm leaving on a jet plane
I Don't know when I'll be back again
Oh, babe, I hate to go.
There's so many times I've let you down
So many times I've played around
I tell you now, they don't mean a thing
Every place I go, I'll think of you
Every song I sing, I'll sing for you
When I come back, I'll wear your wedding ring.
So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go.
I'm leaving on a jet plane
I Don't know when I'll be back again
Oh, babe, I hate to go.

Now the time has come to leave you
One more time
Let me kiss you
Then close your eyes,
I'll be on my way.
Dream about the days to come
When I won't have to leave alone
About the times, I won't have to say,
So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go.
I'm leaving on a jet plane
I Don't know when I'll be back again
Oh, babe, I hate to go.

2006-10-23T18:31:00.000+08:00

不要因為也許會改變，
　就不肯說那句美麗的誓言，
不要因為也許會分離，
　就不敢求一次傾心的相遇，
總有一些什麼，
　會留下來的吧，
留下來作一件不滅的印記，
　好讓，
好讓那些，
　不相識的人也能知道，
我曾經怎樣深深的愛過你。

2006-10-19T23:01:00.000+08:00

Open your eyes just say goodbye
我這個夜晚應該哭個痛快
相遇不算太晚
相愛不算太短
現在正好適合離開
Open your eyes just say goodbye
只是不懂為什麼還笑得出來
承諾已經不再
嘆息無可計算
再不離開眼淚就要氾濫

每一種決定都像肝腸寸斷
每一種選擇都是心有不甘
過了今晚你要開始學著勇敢
不可知的未來
你要自己承擔

每一種決定都像肝腸寸斷
每一種選擇都是心有不甘
誠實並不代表容許背叛

這樣的愛
只是錯誤的示範

2006-10-16T23:20:00.000+08:00

i've just started a new blog... perhaps the new design will give me fresh ideas!!

http://humblybe.wordpress.com

2006-10-14T19:53:00.000+08:00

22-9-2002

Caught a glimpse of the cardiac monitor in the next cubicle. The strange pattern caught my eye first. Not only was the rate irregularly irregular, the amplitude too was going up and down like a frenzy rope swung by 2 people not looking at each other. The frenzied heart beat gasped for its own breath as if it's using full energy to run for the last train. And as the train fades out in its own pace, the heart finally has to slow down. 25 ... 20... 5... 0...

By then, the people surrounding the bed have dried their tears, but their swollen eyes reminded them that, it was real, it really happened.

The nurses started to pack things away, folding tubes and wirings, pushing away the disconnected cardiac monitor... I wondered if he was still there, since I once learned that, hearing, is one of the last senses to fade.

Right next to the cubicle, in the one where I was, nobody noticed the gloom of next door; the TV drama brought laughter to those watching it, doctors and nurses walking in and out, and I, who was caught at that moment in time, woke up again.

Life goes on...

2006-10-14T19:43:00.000+08:00

On that day...
Gosamer floats weightlessly as you are
The sea stops raging and sprays stop itching your eyes
No more tears, no more yearns
For the very moment has arrived at last
Sweet music ringing in our ears
And we dance...No one will be watching us

The feeling is so intense and strong
A volcano that never ruptures again
A hot bath that never turns cold
There will be no black or white
Time or space
Needs or wants
Simply, the inner reality
That we have once felt, and once lost

So for now...
Bear with this moment
Throw away your desires
as if there is no such existence
Until that day...

When all brings to a standstill...
When we meet in heaven

2000

粗黑方框眼鏡

2006-10-14T18:54:00.000+08:00

Nirvana on guitar. They've got moving songs. I'm not a rock person but it got me moving. I had somebody give me an unplugged Cd of theirs a few years back. It is good. Music got this weird but special spell on me. Spellbound- my grade 7 examiner wrote this word on my marksheet, a little hard to believe at first... But that's what I've been trying to do, placing spells on people with my musical mind. I was playing a spanish piece at home while they were out in the living room. Then mum said to me, 'It's a wonderful piece.' Funny. They never said much about my playing. I never think much about what others said. When I play, it's as if the piano has chosen me. It's that tingly feeling you got when there's nothing in your mind except vivid colours. Orange and blue and purple. Sparkly stars glowing from the velvety night. Like diamonds. Like somebody's smile that melts your heart. You don't see them but you can feel it real. Like chu chu's smile (!) Like love. Oh. that's it.

2006-09-27T10:25:00.000+08:00

Brave and Startling Truth by Maya Angelou
for the 50th Anniversary of the United Nations

We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.
Love arrives
and in its train come ecstasies
old memories of pleasu
ancient histories of pain
Yet if we are bold,
love strikes away the chains of fear
from our souls.
We are weaned from our timidity
In the flush of love's light
we dare be brave
And suddenly we see
that love costs all we are
and will ever be.
Yet it is only love
which sets us free.

A Brave and Startling Truth
We, this people on a small and lonely planet
Traveling through causal space
Past aloof stars, across the way of indifferent suns
To a destination where all signs tell us
It is possible and imperative that we discover
A brave and startling truth
And when we come to it
To the day of peacemaking
When we release our fingers
From fists of hostility
And alow the pure air to cool our palms

When we come to it
When the curtain falls on the minstrel show of hate
And faces sooted with scorn are scrubbed clean
When battlefields and coliseum
No longer rake our unique and particular sons and daughters
Up with the bruised and bloody grass
To lie in identical plots in foreign lands
When the rapacious storming of churches
The screaming racket in the temples have ceased
When the pennants are waving gaily
When the banners of the world tramble
Stoutly in the good, clean breeze

When we come to it
When we let the rifles fall from our shoulders
And children dress their dolls in flags of truce
When land mines of death have been removed
And the aged may walk into evenings of peace
When religious ritual is not perfumed
By the incense of burning flesh
And childhood dreams are not kicked awake
By nightmares of abuse
When we come to it
Then we will confess that not the Pyramids
With their stones set in mysterious perfection
Not the Garden of Babylon
Hanging as eternal beauty
In our collective memory
Not the Grand Canyon
Kindled in delicious color
By Western sunsets
Not the Danube flowing in its blue soul into Europe
Not the sacred peak of Mount Fuji
Stretching to the rising sun
Neither Father Amazon nor Mother Mississippi who, without favor,
Nurture all creatures in the depths and on the shore
These are not the only wonders of the world

When we come to it
We, this people, on this minuscule and kithless globe
Who reach daily for the bomb, the blade, the dagger
Yet who petition in the dark for tokens of peace
We, this people on this mote of matter
In whose mouths abide cantankerous words

Which challenge our existence
Yet out of those same mouths
Can come songs of such exquisite sweetness
That the heart falters in its labor
And the body is quieted into awe
We, this people, on this small and drifting planet
Whose hands can strike with such abandon
That in a twinkling, life is sapped from the living
Yet those same hands can touch with such healing, irresistible tenderness
That the haughty neck is happy to bow
And the proud back is glad to bend
Out of such chaos, of such contradiction
We learn that we are neither devils or divines

When we come to it
We, this people, on this wayward, floating body
Created on this earth, of this earth
Have the power to fashion for this earth
A climate where every man and every woman
Can live freely without sanctimonious piety
And without crippling fear

When we come to it
We must confess that we are the possible
We are the miraculous, the true wonders of this world
That is when, and only when

We come to it.
Equality
You declare you see me dimly
through a glass which will not shine,
though I stand before you boldly,
trim in rank and marking time.
You do own to hear me faintly
as a whisper out of range,
while my drums beat out the message
and the rhythms never change.
Equality, and I will be free.
Equality, and I will be free.

You announce my ways are wanton,
that I fly from man to man,
but if I'm just a shadow to you,
could you ever understand ?
We have lived a painful history,
we know the shameful past,
but I keep on marching forward,
and you keep on coming last.
Equality, and I will be free.
Equality, and I will be free.

Take the blinders from your vision,
take the padding from your ears,
and confess you've heard me crying,
and admit you've seen my tears.
Hear the tempo so compelling,
hear the blood throb in my veins.
Yes, my drums are beating nightly,
and the rhythms never change.
Equality, and I will be free.
Equality, and I will be free.

2006-09-25T21:08:00.000+08:00

feels cold today
my pink/purple silk scarf
swinging in the wind

i walked on, looking
at the passerby
saw myself in the mirror

skinny, a bit fragile
yet
at ease

2006-09-22T12:20:00.000+08:00

(after her shower)

it was in december 2003 when i received a pressie from mercedes, a book called Too busy not to pray by Bill Hybels. on the inner cover she wrote she had bought this one having been unable to find The inner voice of love by Henri Nouwen.

a few years later i was able to find it in paddyfield . com, after abandoning it for sometime, i found it on my bookshelf this morning. i'd forgotten what i read from this book but i underlined some bits. it felt like someone reading through my story and teaching me ways out of it... here i share some little bits with you. it's from the first page of the book:

There is a deep hole in your being, like an abyss. You will never succeed in filling that hole, because your needs are inexhaustible. You have to work around it so that gradually the abyss closes.

Since the hole is so enormous and your anguish is so deep, you will always be tempted to flee from it. There are two extremes to avoid: being completely absorbed in your pain and being distracted by so many things that you stay far away from the wound you want to heal.

2006-09-21T16:57:00.000+08:00

friend natasha has been looking for someone nice to take care of this little kitty. i so want to hug her but she is in mumbai :(

little sweetie pie hope you find a mommy soon.

2006-09-11T10:17:00.000+08:00

(Kew Garden may 2006)

taken from Daily Prayer Rx for September 11 2006:

Gracious heavenly Father, You have created each of us for Your purposes. ... You have a plan for my life. It is up to me to build a relationship with You, to discover what You want for me. My greatest worth and happiness depend on this. ... Remind me that I am made in Your image, just as Jesus was when "He emptied Himself,"and became flesh and blood. ... His Spirit was His connection to You, just as my spirit becomes when I acknowledge You as God and accept Jesus' sacrifice for my sins. ... He had a soul, just as I have -- mind, will, and emotions -- one's unique personality. ... Jesus chose to always seek Your will, and to be obedient to it. I have the same choice, for I can know Your will through the Word and by Jesus' example, with the Holy Spirit's guidance. ... I have a physical, destructible body, just as Jesus had. How I take care of it, and use it, is a test of my commitment to You, for You have called me "to be holy as You are holy,"** for my greatest fulfillment, and for Your purposes. ... Open my eyes to see this, Lord. Walk with me, and help me to desire to share Your love and Your Word, that together we can make this a better world.
In the name of Jesus I pray.
Amen.

by DL Hammond

(last day til exam!)

2006-09-10T09:12:00.000+08:00

look ahead... that's where the 'pier' is

2006-09-09T08:17:00.000+08:00

this morning in bed
suddenly felt the autumn breeze
finally arrived

an errie feeling
haunted me for
five autumns
stunned
the simplest
of me

i remember some time ago
you said
to hurt me, was
a regret

shuddering in disbelief
weary for the summer to leave
i prayed
for an end to this

2006-09-08T10:03:00.000+08:00

The Summer Day by Mary Oliver

Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean -
the one who has flung herself
out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out
of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and
forth instead of up and down -
who is gazing around with her
enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and
thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open,
and floats away.
I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention,
how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down
in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how
to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?

Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?

2006-08-07T22:00:00.000+08:00

Butterfly- Corinne Bailey Rae

shower me with your love
all of everyday
you make the red rose sun
shine on me
lift me up so high
watch me fly away
give me life
like a butterfly

2006-07-30T20:31:00.000+08:00

真正愛你的男人，是...

抱起來很溫暖，囉唆起來很煩，在身邊討厭，看不見又很懷念的人。
吃剩下一半的麵不要浪費，他會接過去幫妳吃乾淨的人。
大冰腳貼在他大腿弄暖，他即使很冷，也不會把妳腳踢開的人。
一起去大賣場買東西，總是比妳多提兩大袋，還要空出手牽妳的人。
逛街，總是從頭到尾『良性勸導』妳不要亂花錢的人。
月經來，抓到妳偷吃紅豆冰，會很生氣罵妳的人。
妳生大病，他卻比你還要辛苦的人。
出門前，妳相信他的眼光多於鏡子的一個人。
吵完架做錯事，還會厚臉皮跑來牽妳手的人。
沒事一定會窩在妳家，有事還是窩在妳家，讓妳開始懷疑他是不是沒有朋友的人。
最喜歡看妳開心的大笑，然後也對著妳傻笑的人。
漏接妳電話，就會打爆妳手機的人。
養妳吃飯、養妳看電影、養妳買小東西，動不動就開始為以後練習怎樣包養妳的人。
最害怕討厭聽到妳啜泣，只要聽到妳哭，還是會不辭千里的飛奔到妳身邊的人。
偷偷的為妳做了很多事，卻從來不和你邀功的人。已經認為自己的手臂是枕頭的人。
他一不在，妳就會心煩意亂心不在焉，而開始很想念他的人。
一下子說不出真正愛你的理由，只知道自己顧不上注意別人。
總惹你生氣，你卻發覺不了他到底做錯了什麼。
會在你忘記回復他短信時狠狠地說你一頓。
只可能在你一個人的面前流眼淚，當你觸摸到他時，也觸摸到了那顆只為你跳動
會默默地記住你不經意說過的話，在某時某刻重複它們。
不會輕易做出承諾，因為他想讓自己成為你心中說話最算話的男子漢，只想給你最可靠最安全的幸福。
總告訴你不要胡思亂想，因為其實他在為你們謀劃著最美麗真實的未來。同時讓你無憂無慮地等待他要給你的驚喜。
可能不像你一樣清楚地記得某些紀念日，他覺得愛你是每時每刻的，並不是靠這幾天簡單的日子。
不懂當你生氣掛掉電話後應該立即打來，過了若干小時後會發條短信問你消氣了沒有？如果你質問他為何這麼久才打來，他會理直氣壯的說，你生氣時我的解釋一定沒有用，等你的火消了，我的解釋才有效果。
總是叫你小姑娘，可是每次他做什麼重大的決定，卻總想先聽聽你的建議。
嘴巴都不甜，但是他的吻能傳遞他所有的熱情。
當聽到你對他講很「酸」的話時，他反而會裝得很正經，其實心裡很甜很甜。
如果不能經常見到你，他會讓自己忙碌起來，為了不去想你，因為他知道一想你將會一發不可收拾
每天他的腦子裏裝的全是你，就連走路的時候摔了一個跟頭，起來後拍拍身上的灰塵嘴角卻依然掛著微笑，因為他在惦記著你
他會把你的相片放在他的錢包裏，時刻帶在身上處處陪著你
坐在公車上也會想起那份和你在一起的擁擠，因為他喜歡聽你近距離的呼吸
他在吃飯的時候目光都是呆滯的，對面沒有了你，嘴裏的飯是沒有滋味的
他每天的生活都會很積極，因為他希望自己愛的女孩看到的是陽光的自己。
晚上躺在床上的時候會情不自禁地去猜測你這一天到底過的好不好，為什麼自己沒有打噴嚏是不是你沒有輕易地把他想起
他不會輕易地把自己脆弱的一面展現給你，雖然他還不能給予你什麼，但他會盡他最大的努力來保護你
他也會在他最最無助的時候想起你，不是想要你幫他什麼，只是希望你不要擔心他自己
他會把他的第一滴為女孩子哭泣的眼淚給你，因為他是那麼的珍惜你

From the bottom of my broken heart

2006-07-22T14:57:00.000+08:00

"Never look back," we said
how was I to know I'd miss you so?
Loneliness up ahead,
emptiness behind
Where do I go?

And you didn't hear
all my joy through my tears
all my hopes through my fears
did you know, still I miss you somehow?

From the bottom of my broken heart
there's just a thing or two I'd like you to know
you were my first love,
you were my true love
from the first kisses to the very last rose
from the bottom of my broken heart
even through time may find me somebody new
you were my real love
I never knew love 'til there was you
from the bottom of my broken heart

"Baby," I said,
"please stay. Give our love a chance for one more day"
we could have worked things out
taking time is what love's all about

But you put a dart through my dreams
through my heart
and I'm back where I started again
never thought it would end

From the bottom of my broken heart
there's just a thing or two I'd like you to know
you were my first love, you were my true love
from the first kisses to the very last rose
from the bottom of my broken heart
even through time may find me somebody new
you were my real love I never knew love
'til there was you

2005-11-26T01:03:00.000+08:00

My youthful heart

The old morning sun will not return
Neither will the stars nor the moon of the night
Although, in every morning, when you look out the window
In every summer, there will still be
The fresh fragrance of jasmine

Except, there is something
Already vanished deep in the air
In front of the busy crowded market
Wrapped in the startled receding sunset

Oh my youthful heart!
Never will we meet again

2005-11-22T23:01:00.000+08:00

been a long time since i last posted here. i'm dumbstruck tonight, with my stupidity and innocence. ... does god see who's good and who's not?

2005-06-26T21:35:00.000+08:00

Cole Porter 1935

It was
just one of those things
Just one of those crazy flings
One of those bells that now and then rings
Just one of those things. - It was
just one of those nights
Just one of those fabulous flights.
A -trip to the moon on gosamer wings
Just one of those things. If we'd -
thought a bit of the end of it. When we -
started painting the town. We'd have -
been aware that our love affair was too
hot not to cool down. So good -
bye, dear, and Amen
Here's hoping we meet now and then. It was -
great fun, but it was just one of those
things.

2005-06-19T10:04:00.000+08:00

When reality fades into a haze, remind yourself, that life is merely a medium of transient existence, where only faith will leads us to the place

2005-06-16T20:52:00.000+08:00

it feels strange when you reckon you have fallen in love.......
dizzy like a post-call day after a really busy night (just like last night! never imagined i'd do a chest drain at 4am in the morning!), feels like having your long hair immersed in apple cider,
sweet but just a bit much to handle it all......

can be a laugh to say all these. but the reality is, there's not enough time for any blossom... unless......

2005-06-12T22:00:00.000+08:00

Working hard to keep a cat when things are settled in Tuen Mun, will you come and see her? and me too?? : ) Miss you.

2005-06-10T20:42:00.001+08:00

How are you? funny how I always start asking this question to an important one. It's simple, like me, but with a lot of meaning. On this quiet and dark night when everything is quiet, deep in my mind I wonder who will come along and start walking with me. To whoever you are, here's a poem for you...

"To the one who understood his task and his purpose.
To the one who looked at the road ahead,
and understood that it was a difficult journey.
To the one who did not make light of those difficulties,
but, on the contrary, made them manifest and visible.
To the one who makes the lonely feel they are not alone,
who satisfies those who hunger and thirst for justice,
who makes the oppressor feel as bad as the oppressed.
To the one who always keeps his door open,
his ears listening, his hands working, his feet walking.
To the one who embodies the verses of another Persian poet,
Hafez, when he says:
Not even seven thousand years of joy are worth seven days of sadness.
To the one who is here tonight,
may he be one with all of us,
may his example multiply,
may he still have difficult days ahead,
so that he can do whatever he needs to do,
so that the next generations will not have to strive
for what has already been accomplished.
And may he walk slowly,
because his peace is the peace of change,
and chage, real change, always takes time."

May we walk with our pure hearts......
Love, and good night,

2005-06-10T20:38:00.000+08:00

Sometimes, I wonder what makes me cry...
I thought I had to build a heart of lead to keep on living. A solid heart to forget. A heavy heart to go forward. But something melted my heart today, and I realised, I still have a heart.

It was a mother and son, crying with their swollen red eyes, sitting next to a father, who was dying.

It made me cry.
I know, I've forgiven all that was done, to me.

2005-05-31T23:16:00.000+08:00

Remembering that day by the seashore in the Lake District, a quiet morning treading on the pebbles on the beach, I looked out into the lake silently, and it seemed infinite. There must have been something in my head back at that moment, but whatever it was, it's now like those clouds in the photo, subliming without an outline. Like the boat in the far distance, the future holds so much unknown to me, but yet as sheltered the jet black sky that I looked up to while coming back to hospital tonight, it's yet filled with so much hope and anticipation. Tonight's sky was filled with clouds here and there, obscuring the grandeur of the space above. But nevertheless, it made me absolutely spellbound by my minute presence in this world. It dried my tears and made me take a big big breath and start walking again....

2005-05-30T22:57:00.000+08:00

Non-departure

Not to meet again
Is not the same as to fall apart
Not to talk again
Does not mean I will forget

Just because
The sorrow of yours has immersed into mine
Like moonlight merging into the mountain
Whenever the night, is
Cool like cold water, it'll touch the
Pain from my old days

2005-05-29T11:12:00.000+08:00

By the river

Let me shake hands, and say bye-bye to you
And lightly release my hand from yours
Knowing that my soulful longing
Will start to grow from here
In the bright day of floating clouds,
Where mountains look respectful, but tender

Let me shake hands, and say bye-bye to you
And lightly release my hand from yours
This is where my youth will end
Warm tears will form rivers in my heart

I looked into your eyes, with such reluctance
By the river, there's not one flower
I could pick and give to you
So let me put my heartfelt blessings
As a badge on your coat

And tomorrow...
We will be heaven and earth apart

2005-05-29T10:13:00.000+08:00

This must be underwater love
The way I feel it slipping all over me
This must be underwater love
The way I feel it

When I first saw you
I was deep in clear blue water
The sun was shining
Calling me to come and see you
I touched your soft skin
And you jumped in with your eyes closed
And a smile upon your face......

2005-05-27T20:14:00.000+08:00

(A sunny day where the curious me tried something new. Repulse Bay, April 2003)

"I don't know why: someone you'll meet, talk, laugh, then say goodbye-- that's all, and soon you'll totally forget them; while someone will suddenly flash into your mind when you thought you had already forgotten about them. It's just when I was doing my laundry, I thought of you: a girl always with tender smile, slim, loves poem, loves music, loves all the beautiful things in the world, so brave that she fights for her true love. I do believe that you can read one's personality through his eyes. I can feel those kindness in your eyes, I tell myself, I like this girl. you know, one who loves music, arts and literature is always a virtuous person, at least-- will never be a bad person. So I'm just send this mail to say "hi". I can picture you staring at your feet silently, that's really good. :) "

An email from September... yeah, i'm feeling a bit better now. yes, really this time.

2005-05-27T20:11:00.000+08:00

(Pondering on the unknown future. View from the Paediatric ward, Queen Mary Hospital. Post-SARS, 2003)

A little boy was offered the chance to select a dog for his birthday present. At the pet store, he was shown a number of puppies. He picked the one whose tail was wagging furiously. When asked why he selected that particular dog, the little guy said, "I wanted the one with the happy ending."

If you'd ask me, that's the same I hope for myself...

Without a trace

2005-05-26T21:08:00.000+08:00

I looked again at this old pic, and realised, the buildings I've known before do not exist in reality anymore. As with the person whom I thought was so solid and there with me, have vanished without a trace, without gratefulness.

The capture of the moment

2005-05-24T22:16:00.000+08:00

There's still some residual scenes or thoughts running through my little head. Like this moment looking up into the sky. I try to forget but I cannot. I try to ignore but my conscience kept it there. I need to pray for peace, of my mind, of my poor soul. But most of all, my prayer must go to one person who has vanished like smoke, for that was where I left all my love and peace.......

(Photo: Wandering in North Point on a bright and hot day... as the battery fell into the shutter inside the camera. It was then when my heart, like this dark, heavy and solid object, fell into the bottomless abyss and was never to be found again)

Minimal me

2005-05-24T00:19:00.000+08:00

Yesterday I was on call for the whole night. But God had been terribly kind, I was able to have a nap in the evening before being called back into the hospital again. It was cool and windy, making me feel even more lonely walking through the deserted carpark. I looked up to the sky, and through the tiny 'window' between the buildings, I felt the enormous black sky was sheltering me, only then did I feel how enormous it was! The overwhelming amount of stars embraced me so tightly, as though it was a blanket studded with sparkling jewels that my mother has made specially for me, wrapping me tight and sheltering me from harm. And far away in the North the mother moon watches over me, clothed by cirrus clouds, looking pearly white even in the darkest hours of the night. Enveloped by this serene atmosphere, I somehow felt my minimalistic presence in this wide wide world. It felt comforting.

(Photo: Tai Kok Tsui old buildings in Hong Kong, 2003)

2005-05-23T23:23:00.000+08:00

I look out the window, and wonder, are you still there?