Life'sLittleStories

夏虫不可语冰

2007-01-16T01:58:00.000-08:00

小渔与其他淡水鱼不同。

小渔身上长了一双漂亮的紫色翅膀。
从小，池里鱼儿都很羡慕她拥有一双那么显眼的，亮丽的翅膀。
小渔认为，她那么与众不同，长大以后，一定能如飞禽一般，在天上自由自在地翱翔。
于是，小渔不停地锻炼身体。她想：只要不折不挠地反复练习，就能“笨鸟先飞”，翅膀一定可以助她飞上青天；从一望无际的蓝天眺望而下的世界，肯定是一览无余，五花八门的。

随着日子一天地过去，池中其他鱼儿都安分守己，有的成家立业，有的飞黄腾达。
小渔独自眺望着天上展翅高飞的鸟儿，心想着：怎么天上飞的，不是我呀？我也可有一双漂亮的翅膀啊。。。

春去秋来，池塘里的鱼儿过着自己小小幸福的日子，渐渐地，也把身上长了翅膀的小渔给忘了。

就连一向紧贴在她身上的虫子，也看似冷漠。虫子不象以前，细心呵护，为小渔除去身上的杆菌。翻阅迷迷蒙蒙，那贩黄的记忆，想起那时小渔与虫子在水中嬉戏的日子虽然简单，却也倍感窝心。

小渔觉得些许懊恼，便问虫子：你不喜欢和我在一起了吗？总有一天，我能带你飞上青天的。你看，我的翅膀，可炫的很！

虫子没说什么，只喃喃自语道：夏虫不可语冰。

“什么意思？你说清楚。”

“夏虫不可语冰。”

其实，也没为什么。就只因为那年，秋季转凉了。。。

请你快乐

2006-07-11T19:04:00.000-07:00

你的寂寞，我的难过。
你的失落，我的落寞。
结果，大家都错过。。。

忍耐，等待.

不闻，不问.

结果，折腾了一对灵魂。。。

Everytime we say goodbye

2006-02-16T18:33:00.000-08:00

Everytime we say goodbye
I die a little
Everytime we say goodbye
I wonder why a little
Why the gods above me who must be in the know
Think so little of me
Everytime we say goodbye

None (the wiser)

2006-02-06T02:01:00.000-08:00

回忆时，他想着她想着他一个夜晚，
明月映水成辉黎明
决定了夜色的短暂
他想着她想着他
心头不住地一阵一阵颤动

明明中意绿色，却选择了红色。。。

2006-01-16T17:36:00.000-08:00

Are we willing to accept the catepillar that comes with the flower?

爱情，应该是苏打泡沫，还是一杯白开水?

2005-12-21T17:14:00.000-08:00

以往不是现在，目前不是曾经。

2005-12-11T17:38:00.000-08:00

窗外阴天了音乐低声了
我的心开始想你了
灯光也暗了音乐低声了
口中的棉花糖也融化了
窗外阴天了人是无聊了
我的心开始想你了
电话响起了你要说话了
还以为你心里对我又想念了
怎么你声音变得冷淡了
是你变了是你变了
灯光熄灭了音乐静止了
滴下的眼泪已停不住了
天下起雨了人是不快乐
我的心真的受伤了

sorry & thank u

2005-12-06T20:19:00.000-08:00

dear mum & dad,

sorry 4 wasting so much $ on letting me learn 2 play e piano, only 4 me 2 abandon it.

dear mum,

sorry 4 not hvg e courage 2 stand up 4u wen i saw u being bullied. 4 not showerg u wif enuff care & concern wen u most need it. 4 loosg my temper at u.

dear dad,

sorry 4 punishg u all dese yrs by hating u. i hate 2 hate u. it was my self-devised way of gettin back at u 4 ur bullyg ways. i did not njoy hatg u, realli. i wish u were more lovg so i hv more reasons 2 love u.

but i gas not ev1 knew how 2b gd husbands / parents. we can oni all try our best. but i'm not sure if u tried ur best, actually.

dear god,

sorry 4 seekg u oni wen i need help most times. 4 doubtg u. 4 complacency.

dear fam,

sorry 4 my indifference. it is a shield 4 false independence, 4 proving i'm strong, 4 not wantg 2b left alone, but oni 2 feel more lonely.

dear love,

sorry 4 love tat went astray. wat wud one give 4 love? how deservg is one of worthy love? how much / wat kinda love does one deserve?

那年夏天，忘了爱。。。

2005-12-04T17:13:00.000-08:00

When somebody loved me, everything was beautiful
Every hour we spent together, lives within my heart
And when she was sad, I was there to dry her tears
And when she was happy, so was i, when she loved me
Through the summer and the fall, we had each other, that was all
Just she and I together, like it was meant to be
And when she was lonely, I was there to comfort her
And I knew that she loved me
So the years went by, I stayed the same
And she began to drift away, I was left alone
Still I waited for the day, when she’d say "I will always love you."
Lonely and forgotten, never thought she’d look my way
She smiled at me and held me, just like she used to do
Like she loved me, when she loved me
When somebody loved me, everything was beautiful
Every hour we spent together, lives within my heart
When she loved me

Award Winning (haha) Poet at Work

2005-10-21T00:02:00.000-07:00

I know not why, I'm left with a high.
Was it just me? Or was it the coffee...
whose enchanting taste, led me to her smoldering gaze.
The beguiling fragrance lingers,
and my heart still teeters.
Alas, no more misty glances,
all that's left are missed chances.
As the aroma dissipates,
my sight of her, too, evaporates...

*************************************************

I'm not sure how it all started,
you said it didn't mattered.
Since you stepped into my heart,
I knew we could never be apart.

How I wish to cuddle you every night,
and never keep you out of my sight.
If only this dream could come true,
then my days would not be so blue.

With a smile so warm, like a cuppa so strong;
And a touch so gentle, as we kiss and huddle;
Tis' one common love, undoubtedly divine;
with two destinies, truly intertwined...

I'm not sure how our story would end,
but we'll hold on forever, till then.
Should we lose our way and go astray,
Let our faiths keep us together, come what may...

************************************************

At break of dawn where sleepy daffodils bloom,
I hear a song which chases away my gloom.
Its melodious tune reminicises the sweetness of spring,
o, what tremulous joys with which it bring!

As summer beckons with its sunny gaze,
we lock arms in a tender embrace.
Waltzing through meadows on hot, cloudless days,
o, this is more than one could crave!

Then comes the rain and chilly months,
where autumn leaves of red join us in our dance.
Amid swirling dust and violet skies,
I have but only you in my eyes.

As a sea of white descend upon our lives,
I thank you for this little dance, so delightful and nice.
You are the song of my life,
the very reason for which I thrive.

May we live to waltz once more, dear partner;
as we snuggle up close together this December.
Just like the mocha, you used to brew;
whose warmth from afar, we always knew...

************************************************

who wants 2 buy my poems? 3 for $100, haha!

下一站，牛顿。

2005-08-23T18:29:00.000-07:00

穿梭在灰暗无止境的地铁隧道
隆隆的噪声连续不断
纷纷扰扰，寸寸折腾
侵略记忆，抹煞回忆
留下的是粉身碎骨的残骸

波比

2005-08-22T00:59:00.000-07:00

不知何年,何日,何时
从睡梦中醒来,手中已紧握着一只橙色的棉织小狗.
它的名字叫波比.

听说波比是大哥哥从学校美术班上,刚刚学会做的小玩意儿.
兴高采烈把它从学校带回家,想给小妹妹一个意外的惊喜.

小妹妹从大哥哥手中接过玩具,笑得不亦乐乎.
一双乌溜溜,圆滚滚的眼睛,合成了一条直线.

波比软绵绵的,长了一双又长,又柔软的大耳朵.
小妹妹对它爱不释手,从此和波比结下良缘,形影不离.

波比比任何人更了解小妹妹.
晚上睡不着觉时,小妹妹总是紧靠它的双耳
向它诉说千千万万个不为人知的小秘密.
感到伤心,委屈时,小妹妹会用那双长长,软软的耳朵
擦干满脸的泪水.

不知何年,何日,何时
妈妈说小妹妹不再需要波比了.
因为小妹妹已经长大,变成了大姐姐.
整天抱着波比,会让人笑话的.

久而久之，小妹妹上学,玩耍时
便把波比丢弃在一旁,不加理会;
久而久之，受冷落的波比投入别家孩子怀里,备受关爱.

于是在莫年,莫日,莫时
小妹妹和波比失去了联络.
波比不再伴小妹妹入梦田,
也不再听她倾诉心声,为小妹妹擦干脸上的泪水.

喜欢波比,不需要特别的理由.
不是因为它那双软绵绵的大耳朵,也不是因为它亮丽的颜色.
只因打从心理喜爱,而要尽全力爱护它.

我真的不是故意的.
波比，对不起，我爱你。

团团转

2005-08-19T01:59:00.000-07:00

团团转, 菊花園。
炒米餅, 糯米團。
阿媽叫我睇龍船.
我唔睇, 睇雞仔。
雞仔大, 捉去賣.
賣得幾多錢?
賣得三百六十仙。

《月光光》

2005-08-18T20:11:00.000-07:00

月光光，照地塘；
年三十晚，摘槟榔；
槟榔香，摘子姜；
子姜辣，买菩达；
菩达苦，买猪肚；
猪肚肥，买牛皮；
牛皮薄，买菱角；
菱角尖，买马鞭；
马鞭长，起屋樑；
屋樑高，买张刀；
刀切菜，买箩蓋；
箩蓋圆，买只船；
船沉底，浸死两个番鬼仔，一个蒲頭，一个沉底。

月光小夜曲

2005-08-17T23:39:00.000-07:00

夜深。人静。
心脏不听话，偷偷逃离心扉。
悄悄跑到窗前，遥望悬挂在迷蒙空中的弯月。
不知对街的月亮是否也是弯弯的，还是已形成了皎洁的圆月。

when did you leave heaven

2005-08-14T03:08:00.000-07:00

When did you leave heaven?
How could they let you go?
How's ev'rything in Heaven?
I'd like to know
Why did you trade Heaven?
For all these earthly things
Where did you hide your Halo?
Where did you lose your wings?
Have they missed you?
Can you get back in?
If I kissed you
Would it be a sin?
I am only human
But you are so divine
When did you leave Heaven?
Angel of mine

。。。

2005-07-31T18:08:00.000-07:00

Someone to hold me tight
That would be very nice
Someone to love me right
That would be very nice
Someone to understand
Each little dream in me
Someone to take my hand
And be a team with me
So nice, life would be so nice
If one day I'd find
Someone who would take my hand
And samba through life with me
Someone to cling to me
Stay with me right or wrong
Someone to sing to me
Some little samba song
Someone to take my heart
And give his heart to me
Someone who's ready to
Give love a start with me
Oh yeah, that would be so nice
I could see you and me, that would be nice

Mr & Mrs Smith

2005-06-29T02:29:00.000-07:00

28 June 2005: A Mr & Mrs Smith Special – An exclusive interview of Angelina Jolie & Brad Pitt from Kabuki-za (Ginza, Tokyo)

Meet Jo, Brad

The minute hand of a Casio clock on the tower of Kabuki-za, Ginza’s famed theatre strikes twelve, bringing the time to seven o’clock. Restless journalists from the region ceased their senseless small talk, as bits of casual chatter trailed off into the icy cold air of the room in which every one was scheduled to meet Jo, Brad.

There was an unspoken tension left lingering in the cool atmosphere of the luxurious pad as a handful of entertainment news seekers shifted uncomfortably in their lounge couches and cleared dry throats. Others reverted to down a few shots of martini as they tried to anchor their fleeting minds. If anxiety were a noose, it would have taken the last breaths of many.

At the tick of the eighth second after seven, a stray pilot pen rolled nervously down a clear, marble-plated table, acutely breaking the unbearable silence. Some writers looked around nervously, half expecting a bomb to be detonated and the room to be ripped apart by the blast. But there was no such fanfare, and the second hand clock of sophisticated Japanese engineering continued to tick on unfalteringly, bring the time to 7.01pm.

The Smiths are late, I thought. Why, I had assumed that when Jane Smith (Angelina Jolie) told her hubby, John (Brad Pitt) that dinner will be served at seven sharp in the movie Mr & Mrs Smith, they would have kept the promise to turn up for our meal appointment on time, too. I was disappointed that the pair has kept us all waiting on our first date.

Then, the clock struck 7.02pm. A couple, smartly attired in black leather Armani suits strutted in through the walkway. Swaggering in her knee-high boots, an arm coiled casually round an incredulously suave Brad Pitt, Angelina Jolie could almost kill with a sheer pout of her full, rosebud lips.

The good-looking duo continued to saunter to their posh velvet settees as they flirted causally with picture-starved photographers, who snapped away in a delirious frenzy. The room exploded with blinding white light, having almost robbed the vision of this reporter.

Unfazed by the unforgiving flashes, Angelina broke the ice, “Hi, sorry to keep you. Have you watched the movie? Do you like it?”

“They have not, Jo. The premiere starts later,” Brad said nonchalantly.

Oblivious to her co-star the actress added, in her monologue, “If you don’t like it, we can correct your view.”

“Well, I don’t like it,” replied Brad, clearly getting a kick out of taking a jibe at his onscreen wife in public.

Not to be outwitted, Angelina simply smirked and told the press coolly, “You’ll get used to him.”

Flashback to a scene in the action-comedy movie in which Jane asked John for his opinion of the curtains she has replaced. Now wasn’t that the same words the couple had curtly exchanged while secretly checking out each other’s identity? Very déjà vu. And talk about warp chemistry.

What happened after that went past in a flash as numerous journalists began to bombard the sizzling couple with relentless questions pertaining to the recent Jolie-Pitt-Aniston saga, only to be told off by the celebrities’ minders that such inquiries were unfounded and irrelevant.

Journo 1: “Are you responsible for breaking up…?”
Minder: “Next question please.”
Journo 2 “Was that you in the picture with…?”
Minder: “Next.”
Journo 3 “Is it true that Jennifer fell out…?”
Minder: “Last question!”

Meanwhile, both megastars seem content to maintain their self-possessed composure and zone out in the comfort of their sofa. At times, a broody Brad would gaze into Ginza’s spectacular city view from his 64th floor window when he was not plucking dried skin from the tip of his thumb. Angelina, on the other hand, did a slightly better job at entertaining the press, maintaining a coy leer for the cameras all throughout the session.

Said Angelina, “Well, if you have caught the movie, Jane Smith said ‘the space between us fills up with all the things we don’t say to one another’. We sing the same tune. John and Jane are husband and wife. Brad and Angelina are unrelated. Last question, please.”

“On a scale of five, how would you rate this movie?” someone queried.

Deadpanned Brad, “Five.”

“Six,” Angelina interjected, while maintaining her ever-so-alluring smile as her minders escorted her hurriedly to the exit; with Brad following suit.

All in all, the press conference lasted only five minutes. No, six, really.

7.08pm – time to proceed for the movie review in the Kabuki Theatre. Mr & Mrs Smith (M18) opens in all cinemas from 28 June. Read about the movie review below.

Pg 3/Sidebar:

About the movie...

Mr and Mrs Smith (song adapted from "Me & Mrs Jones" by Billy Paul)

Mr and Mrs Smith
They’ve got a fling goin'on
They both feel that it's wrong
But it's much too strong
To let it go since their rendezvous at a dingy bar in Bogotá
Five (he says) or six (she corrects) years ago

They meet every day at the same place they call home
At seven o'clock sharp, where dinner's waiting
While taking arms and making all kinds of plans in the day
As the Assassin’s Tango plays on from the jukebox

They’ve gotta be extra careful
That they don't build their hopes up too high
Because she's got her own obligations
And so, and so, does Mr Smith

Well, it's time for them to be leaving
The bullet wounds hurt so much, it hurts so much inside, too
Now she'll go her way and he’ll go his
Back to the place they call home

Taking arms and making all kinds of plans in the day
As the Assassin’s Tango plays on from the jukebox
But tomorrow they'll meet
At the same place, same time
At seven o'clock sharp, where dinner's waiting
Where husband and wife will make up for lost times
Since 5 (he claims) or 6 (she counters) years ago…

*This article is purely fictitious; do not alarm the legal counsels of its subjects, film distributor, or all other related parties.

Where fort art thou, my $300+ cash?!

2005-06-06T18:35:00.000-07:00

To the one who returned my wallet with all my cards intact: Thanks so much for your honesty.

To the one who took all $300+ cash from my wallet: I really hope you put my hard-earned money to some good use...

Luckily i sang a $400 song. i sang a $400 song. i sang a $400 song. i sang a $400 song. i sang a $400 song. i sang a $400 song. i sang a $400 song. i sang a $400 song. i sang a $400 song...

Singin' in the rain (I)...

2005-06-06T18:10:00.000-07:00

那晚下了一场阵雨
寒冷的雨点，打在脸上；却暖在心里
穿梭在熙熙攘攘的人群中，时间顿时停下脚步；缓缓漫游
多么希望这场雨，永远下不停。。。

Singin' in the rain (II)...
那晚，并没携带雨具。
原本就已做好了当落汤鸡的打算。
一瞬间，只见头上一把伞，把豆大的雨点，遮去一半。
肩上，多出一双手，为寒冷的雨天带来一阵暖意.
顿时,多么希望这场雨,永远下不停...