走過的記憶 ....

我站在海岸的前端，
面頰被陽光曬出淡淡的粉紅，
朝向遠方看不見的彼岸，
把最真摯的祝福迎風放送。

走過了時光和場景，
你的面孔漸漸模糊，
朦朧的記號，
只剩下一串清脆的笑聲。

那時我們都很純真，
簡單就如一杯白開水，
帶點薄薄的檸檬清香，
透明得沒甚麽內容。

那時我們喜惡分明，
像劃滿格子的日記，
把快樂悲傷都填滿，
乾淨利落簡潔整齊。

那些日子、那段生活、
那杯開水、那本日記，
就在海岸的最前端，
一併和祝福隨風相送。

Insight of today....

If you judge people, you have no time to love them.

~ Mother Teresa

Between...

為了一個抉擇全力以赴，
同時，
也為了沒有選上的難捨難離。
為了擁有選擇的自由感覺幸福，
也為太多選擇迷失了方向。

為甚麼總活在兩難之間？
告訴我，也許，
這只不過是一場遊戲？

Happy Valentine's day!

One of my best friend met her right guy this year,
today is her first Valentine's celebration.
From her 1st date to falling in love,
from all phone calls to finding valentine's gift,
she's been telling me about her love and confusion,
her irregular heartbeat caused by this man,
her brave and passion in heart,
and all the silly but romantic things they had done.

I was drawing this card as sharing the passion of her romance,
especially for her, (for sure she knows this is for her)
and for all my friends.... (for sure you know it is you)

"love on clouds"
the feeling of softness and comfort on the clouds,
the passion and brave to love over and above the sky ....

Have a Happy Valentine's Day!

那三大碗瓜子....

昨晚我和三位朋友共聚晚餐，
不在高尚幽雅的餐廳，
沒有豪華的水晶吊燈，
沒有紅酒和浪漫燭光。

但晚飯很美味豐富卻不奢侈，
一頓飯吃掉了六小時。
坐在朋友家中的飯廳，
舒適而且溫馨。

我們談現在和將來，
工作、生活、愛情和信仰，
我們說笑也一起造夢，
說着笑着吃掉了三大碗瓜子。

我知道他們很愛我，
總在我懐疑的時候給我肯定，
舉祺不定的時侯為我分析，
猶豫中給我鼓勵。

他們忙完一整天的工作，
還為我消磨了時間和心思，
望着滿桌的瓜子殼，
我看見盛滿了的友情。

此情此境也許會重演，
時間、心情、話題未必重覆，
但我會永遠記着這個晚上，
我們的信任，
和毫不保留的心事。
傻傻的歡笑聲，
和那三大碗瓜子....

Snowing all day long...

Do you believe love at first sight?

I'm not too sure about love at first sight, but I'm sure I like this poetry so much, for the way the writer describe how 2 people meet in life. Out of a love story, I think we all meet and build relationship just at the right moment, in a right opportunity. We just made it unpredictably so we call friend ... Don't you think so?




















"Love at First Sight" by ~ Wislawa Szymborska ~

They're both convinced that
a sudden passion joined them.
Such certainty is beautiful,
but uncertainty is more beautiful still.

Since they'd never met before,
they're sure that there'd been nothing between them.
But what's the word from the streets,
staircases, hallways,
perhaps they've passed each other a million times?

I want to ask them
if they don't remember
a moment face to face
in some revolving door?
perhaps a "sorry" muttered in a crowd?
a curt "wrong number" caught in the receiver?
but I know the answer.
No, they don't remember.
They'd be amazed to hear that
Chance has been toying with them now for years.

Not quite ready yet
to become their Destiny,
it pushed them close,
drove them apart,
it barred their path,
stifling a laugh,
and then leaped aside.

There were signs and signals,
even if they couldn't read them yet.
Perhaps three years ago
or just last Tuesday
a certain leaf fluttered from one shoulder to another?
Something was dropped and then picked up.
Who knows,
may be the ball that vanished into childhood's thicket?

There were doorknobs and doorbells
where one touch had covered another beforehand.
Suitcases checked and standing side by side.
One night, perhaps,
the same dream,
grown hazy by morning.

Every beginning is only a sequel,
after all,
and the book of events
is always open halfway through.

(translated by Stanislaw Baranczak and Clare Cavanagh)