Thursday, December 30, 2004

That night

That night

一个很黑的晚上 我们背靠着背讲话 你问 未来会是什么样 朝九晚五的生活 不敢去想 不敢想

一个很黑的晚上 我们背靠着背想 你问 未来会是什么样 我说 只要和你在一起 就算天天只吃玉米 我也甘之如饴

想要买一艘船 住在海上 日子简简单单 什么都不用想 不要管谁的眼光 说你的领带没变化

想要买一艘船 当一个家 用我的用你的梦想漆成墙 不要里谁的嘴巴 说我的裙子太花


Wednesday, December 29, 2004

爱到底


爱到底

我曾怀疑 你在不在我的怀里 为何幸福 你会哭泣
不忍相爱 结果是你失去自己 曾有一度 让你离去
风风雨雨 爱又让我们在一起 我知道你 受了委屈
不能否认 你我原本太多不同 就像日夜擦身而过
用一生去寻刹那的梦

我已决心爱到底 决心不回去 就算一步 就踏进地狱
今生我决不负你 不负你一句 就算你会离去 我 我爱你

叶子


叶子

叶子 是不会飞翔的翅膀
翅膀 是落在天上的叶子
天堂 原来应该不是妄想
只是我早已经遗忘 当初怎么开始飞翔

孤单 是一个人的狂欢
狂欢 是一群人的孤单
爱情 原来的开始是陪伴
但我也渐渐地遗忘 当时是怎样有人陪伴

我一个人吃饭 旅行 到处走走停停
也一个人看书 写信 自己对话谈心
只是心又飘到了哪里 就连自己看也看不清 我想我不仅仅是失去你

叶子 是不会飞翔的翅膀
翅膀 是落在天上的叶子

Thursday, December 16, 2004

蝴 蝶

蝴 蝶 - Monarch

Was at work listening to some mp3 list. Came across 蔡 淳 佳's new song 蝴 蝶.
It is really beautiful... Made me dreamy again and have the sudden urge to copy its lyrics. Wat's cute is that it reminds me of Monarch (Hehehehe)

Many people come and go in our live. Some leave traces while others make an impact.
Just this morning while cabbing to work, I was talking to the driver as if we are old friends.
Barely knowing me, he gave a rather accurate analysis of my character. Quite scary actually to have a stranger knowing so much about me. Kinda tot he cud be a fortune teller instead.

Well, this is fate I guess. To have met a new friend so suddenly and learning from his experience. Its really amazing how people just open up to you and how interesting each individual's story could be.

Dunno when I will get to see that uncle again. Maybe even never? But I'm thankful that he did became my friend at one stage of my life. What a great feeling actually even though it was a short journey with him. Hehehee I wish him all the best and happy alwayz!


蝴 蝶

你 相 蝴 蝶 飞 离 我 的 世 界. 我 看 不 见 你 美 丽 的 脸.
眼 泪 流 成 河 你 还 是 学 不 会, 梦 会 飞.
你 相 蝴 蝶 再 回 我 的 世 界. 让 我 学 会 感 动 和 感 谢.
我 不 停 唱 你 还 是 听 不 见, 我 想 说 的 话.
你 再 也 不 能 笑 着 回 答.

你 现 在 的 另 一 个 家, 有 没 有 会 唱 歌 的 月 光.
是 不 是 下 雪 会 出 太 阳, 会 不 会 你 还 是 想 家.
我 在 这 里, 还 配 着 你 呼 吸.
我 看 着 你, 一 未 只 是 去 珍 惜.


Friday, December 10, 2004

Falling in Love....



Falling in Love....


When you think of your past love, you may view it as a failure. But when you find a new love, you view the past as a teacher. In the game of love, it doesn't really matter who won or who lost. What is important is you know when to hold on and when to let go! You know you really love someone when you want him or her to be happy, even if their happiness means that you're not part of it. Everything happens for the best.If the person you love doesn't love you back, don't be afraid to love someone else again, for you'll never know unless you give it a try. You'll never love a person you love unless you risk for love. Love strives in hurting. If you don't get hurt, you don't learn how to love. Love doesn't hurt all the time.

Though the hurting is still there to test you, to help you grow. Don't find love, let love find you. That's why it's called falling in love because you don't force yourself to fall. You just Fall. You cannot finish a book without closing its chapters. If you want to go on, then you have to leave the past as you turn the pages.Love is not destroyed by a single failure or won by a single caress. It is a lifetime venture in which we are always learning, discovering and growing. The greatest irony of love is letting go when you need to hold on and holding on when you need to let go. We lose someone we love only when we are destined to find someone else who can love us even more than we can love ourselves. On falling out of love, take some time to heal and then get back on the horse. But don't ever make the same mistake of riding the same one that threw you the first time.

To love is to risk rejection; to live is to risk dying, to hope is to risk failure. But risk must be taken because the greatest hazard in life is risking nothing! To reach for another is to risk involvement, to expose your feelings is to expose true self; to love is to risk not to be loved in return. How to define love: fall but do not stumble, be constant but not too persistent, share and never be unfair, understand and try not to demand, hurt but never keep the pain.Love is like a knife. It can stab the heart or it can carve wonderful images into the soul that always last for a lifetime.

Love is supposed to be the most wonderful feeling. It should inspire you and give you joy and strength.But sometimes the things that give you joy can also hurt you in the end. Loving people means giving them the freedom that they choose to be and where they choose to be. For all the heartaches and the tears, for gloomy days and fruitless years, you should give thanks, for you know, that there were the things that helped you grow.Loving someone means giving him the freedom to find his way, whether it leads towards you or away from you.

Love is a painful risk to take but the risk must be taken no matter how scary or painful, for only then you'll experience the fullness of humanity and that is love. Only love can hurt your heart, fill you with desire and tear you apart. Only love can make you cry and only love knows why. If you're not ready to cry, if you're not ready to take the risk, if you're not ready to feel the pain, then you're not ready to fall in love.There was a time in our lives when we became afraid to fall in love because every time we do, we get hurt, then I figured that's why it's called falling in love.

Story to share


Story to share

The 26 year old mother stared down at her son who was dying of terminal leukemia. Although her heart was filled with sadness, she also had a strong feeling of determination. Like any parent she wanted her son to grow up and fulfill all his dreams. Now, that was no longer possible.

The leukemia would see to that.

But she still wanted her son's dreams to come true. She took her son's hand and asked, "Billy, did you ever think about what you wanted to be once you grew up?" "Did you ever dream and wish what you would do with your life?" "Mommy, I always wanted to be a fireman when I grew up." Mom smiled back and said, "Let's see if we can make your wish come true."

Later that day she went to her local fire department in Phoenix Arizona, where she met Fireman Bob, who had a heart as big as Phoenix. She explained her sons final wish and asked if it might be possible to give her six year old son a ride around the block on a fire engine. Fireman Bob said "Look, we can do better than that." "If you'll have your son ready at seven o'clock Wednesday morning., we'll make him an honorary fireman for the whole day" He can come down to the station, eat with us, go out on all the fire calls, the whole nine yards." "And if you'll give us his sizes, we'll get a real fire uniform for him, with a real fire hat....not a toy one....with the Phoenix Fire Department on it, a yellow slicker like we wear and rubber boots." They're all manufactured here in Phoenix, so we can get them fast."

Three days later Fireman Bob picked up Billy, dressed him in his fire uniform and escorted him from his hospital bed to the waiting hook ands ladder truck. Billy got to sit on the back of the truck and help steer it back to the fire station.

He was in heaven.

There were three fire calls in Phoenix that day and Billy got to go out on all three calls. He rode in the different fire engines, the paramedic's Vancouver, and even the fire chief's car. He was also videotaped for the local news program.

Having his dream come true, with all the love and attention that was lavished upon him, so deeply touched Billy that he lived three months longer than any doctor thought possible.

One night all of his vital signs began to drop dramatically and the head nurse, who believed in the hospice concept that no one should die alone, began to call the family members to the hospital.

Then she remembered the day Billy had spent as a fireman, so she called the Fire Chief and asked if it would be possible to send a fireman in uniform to the hospital to be with Billy as he made his transition.

The chief replied, "We can do better than that. We'll be there in five minutes." Will you please do me a favor? When you hear the sirens screaming and see the lights flashing, will you announce over the PA system that there is not a fire? It's just the fire department coming to see one of its finest members one more time. And will you open the window to his room?

About five minutes later a hook and ladder truck arrived at the hospital, extended its ladder up to Billy's third floor open window and 16 firefighters climbed up the ladder into Billy's room.

With his mothers permission, they hugged him and held him and told him how much they loved him.

With his dying breath, Billy looked up at the fire chief and said "Chief, am I really a fireman now?"

"Billy, you are." the chief said.
With those words, Billy smiled and closed his eyes one last time.

给 一 个 曾 在 我 生 命 留 下 痕 迹 的 女 孩








给 一 个 曾 在 我 生 命 留 下 痕 迹 的 女 孩








仅 19 岁, 从 此 摆 脱 了 凡 尘 俗 世.
12 月 7 号 的 那 个 下 午, 天 空 是 灰 色 的, 细 雨 轻 轻 落 下.
她 曾 勇 敢 的 对 抗 癌 症, 微 笑 的 走 过 这 坎 坷 路.
走 得 很 艰 辛, 她 累 了 吧.
终 于 放 下 了 重 担, 走 得 很 平 静. 留 下 永 恒 的 回 忆 和 无 限 的 悲 哀.

不 曾 和 她 真 正 的 交 谈 过. 仍 然 对 她 的 勇 敢 而 钦 佩.
她 让 我 深 深 了 解 生 命 的 短 暂, 渺 小 和 脆 弱 .
有 时 会 觉 得 上 苍 不 公 平. 小 小 的 身 躯, 尽 然 得 承 受 病 魔.
或 许 对 她 来 说, 这 么 一 走 是 一 种 解 脱 吧.

走 得 潇 潇 洒 洒, 不 意 味 一 切 的 结 束. 反 而 是 在 世 人 的 悲 痛 开 始.
尽 管 心 在 流 血, 面 上 任 故 装 坚 强.
局 外 的 我 不 能 把 悲 伤 带 走, 只 能 默 默 的 希 望 哀 悼 的 亲 人 能 够 尽 快 把 快 乐 找 回.

我 意 识 到 人 要 活 得 灿 烂 和 精 彩. 至 少 不 会 白 活 一 场 而 留 下 终 生 的 遗 憾.


Thursday, December 09, 2004

白月光



白月光


白 月 光, 心 里 某 个 地 方. 那 么 亮, 却 那 么 冰 凉.
每 个 人, 都 有 一 段 悲 伤. 想 隐 藏, 却 欲 盖 彰.
白 月 光, 照 天 涯 的 两 端. 在 心 上, 却 不 在 身 膀.
擦 不 干, 你 当 时 的 泪 光. 路 太 长, 追 不 回 原 谅.

你 是 我 不 能 言 说 的 伤. 想 遗 忘 又 忍 不 主 回 想.
想 流 亡, 一 路 跌 跌 撞 撞. 你 的 捆 绑, 无 法 释 放.

白 月 光, 照 天 涯 的 两 端. 越 圆 满, 越 觉 得 孤 单.
擦 不 干, 回 忆 里 的 泪 光. 路 太 长, 怎 么 补 偿.

Friday, December 03, 2004

The long road home

The long road home


Decided to walk home from yishun station. Not a long journey really, just a 5 mins walk normally. I took 10.
Didnt know why I chose to re-route from my normal bus route, somehow I just felt like walking....

The way home was a long straight path flanked by trees. The air was humid and cars rushed past, lifting up swirls of dust in my face. I felt surprising calm and ignorant of the dusty air. I was alone, lost in my own world...

I enjoyed the slow walk. There were no obstacles in my way, just that straight road ahead... I walked slowly but steadily, only to stop at a traffic junction. Didnt know how long I stood there, but the red man seemed to stay there for ages, when the green man finally took over.
I was halfway home when I passed by the big field. I looked up at the canopy above me hoping that it'll rain leaves on me. There was not even a trickle to be seen. Without a trace of dissapointment, I continued my walk.

A big tree stood in the middle of the field. I seem to be like it, away from the crowd and alone. I somehow enjoyed this loneliness.
My mind was a blank. I felt peace and contentment.

It was until I crossed the second junction near to my neighbourhood that I started to retract from my isolation state and snapped back into reality. Started to feel the ache in my feet (I was wearing my new slippers) and back (Hahahaa I didnt exercise for a long while already). I was happy and light-hearted nevertheless.

I smiled at familiar faces as I went on, till my feet took me to my door step. The smell of home was ever so welcoming..

I shud take more walks home next time. That long road to home is beaconing me to set foot on it again. Wish to re-visit my world again.. =) Hm.. Wonder how I would feel to walk down that path on a rainy day? Perhaps I better prepare an umbrella for my next journey. =P

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