诗词∶雨前

雨点落下以前，
天空突然不见了太阳。
刺骨寒风阵阵呼啸，
卷起了多少落叶残花。

雨点落下以前，
大地陷入了一片紧张。
雷轰电闪划空霹雳，
惊醒了多少美梦幻想。

雨点落下以前，
人间充满着无助惊慌。
路人纷寻避雨归家，
造成了几许街道荒凉。

雨点落下以前。。。

Tags: 诗词, 雨

武侠∶无题 （一）

已近黄昏。
午时烈日的酷热，只剩此刻夕阳金红的柔弱。
黑夜渐渐地逼近草原。
残阳已无力阻挡黑暗的笼罩。
就像他的心已无力去面对生命中的无奈。

许清怔怔的望着彩云一片片地飘过，已不只呆立了多少时刻。
清秀的脸，朴素的衣着，笔直的身躯。
他的眼神虽还如往昔有着一代武学名家的锐利，但却已流露出了寂寞和厌倦。

他又杀了一个人。
剑上鲜血已然滴尽，剑身已回复了原有的银辉。
但许清内心所流的血，却不曾停止，心灵也已无法返回以往的纯洁。

他本不愿杀人。但身在江湖，根本由不得他自主。
不杀人，就被人杀。
这句话的最好证明已躺在许清脚旁。
尸身早已僵硬多时，但手中依然紧紧地握着一柄在夕阳下仍发出森森青光的剑。
这柄剑象征了此人生前的努力，成就和辉煌。
剑，已成为了他的精神，他的生命。
所以很多人常认为：剑在人在，剑亡人亡。
这些人都以为这是多么伟大的剑客精神。

徐清却觉得这种愚蠢的想法，着实可笑。

就拿他身旁的这具尸首而言。
剑犹在，但人呢？已成了剑下亡魂。
人愿与剑共存亡，但剑，只不过是无情无义的死物。

实际上，剑所代表的，只是名利。
一个人最重要活得快乐，活得有价值。
追求名利纵能流芳百世，却无法让人活得有意义。
真正的快乐，也绝非名利所能得到。
这些人为名利而活，为名利而死，可是死后又获得些什么？
到头来只不过是白活一场。

这种种道理，徐清早就了然于胸。
但他虽与世无争，但别人的争名夺利却往往把他卷入无谓的生死漩涡之中。

他已好累好累。
虽然每一次他都能以超人的剑术战胜强敌，但他实在已厌倦了这种被迫杀人的生涯。

《待续》

Tags: 武侠, 无题

Less Time For English Posts

Quite some time has passed since I started this blog.

Going back in time, I realised that the majority of my posts have been in Chinese.
I guess this shows my love and preference for the Chinese language.

I'll give myself some more time.
If the ratio of my English and Chinese posts remains disproportionate,
I'll created another blog and move all my English posts over.

What do you think?

Tags: English, Chinese, Language

诗词∶良夜

晚风吹过，芳草阵阵轻摇。
星火点点挂满天，月光荧荧遍地照。
夜色无限好。

流星划空，恋人纷纷惊笑。
情郎怀里度良宵，但愿佳时永不了。
夜色无限好。

Tags: 诗词, 夜色, 无限好

散文∶此情可待成追忆 - 无奈（五）

我们有始至终都不曾交谈过一句话。

这不是因为我执著于男生应该主动的传统思想。
我只不过觉得，就算认识了又能怎么样？
我依然是病魔缠身的我，相识的结果只有彼此痛苦。

你以为我不寂寞吗？
从我八岁开始，知道病情的严重，就没有一天真正的活过。
因为不论做什么，我都有所顾忌。

我每天都要斗争，不断的斗争。
因为我随时随地都可能倒下去。
就算在欢愉场合，心中的阴影依旧无法摆脱。

处了家人毫无保留的关爱，这些天在机场的种种，已可算是我短暂生命中难得的快乐。

所以我只能告诉自己，即已有缘相逢，又何必在乎相识否？

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他已有两天没来了。
我知道为什么。

机场这两天，的确少了很多学生。

是考试开始了。

我想，是该结束了，
因为身上的痛楚，已渐渐让我无法忍受了。。。

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病房四周渐已模糊。

好像有医生护士在为我急救，不过到后来已看不见了。
好像有人在呼唤我的名字，但那也慢慢听不见了。

我发现我并不如何害怕。
该来的，毕竟还是来了。
心里头记挂的，只有一件事。。。

他，是否会记得我？

《完》

Tags: 散文, 此情可待成追忆, 无奈

Fantasy : Untitled (Part 2)

"Daxon"

A tall lanky youth of perhaps sixteen, scrambled up the slope to sit down beside Daxon.

"What are you doing here? Your mother's making life difficult for everyone at the inn looking for you."

Daxon gave his friend a wink.

"Why, I'm just relaxing, Kel. Just relaxing. How's your apprenticeship with the smith coming along?"

"Argh, it's tough, it's hot, and it's dirty. Sometimes, I wonder what came over me when I decided to become a smith. I don't seem to have the muscles required."

"You'll do fine. Give it some time. You don't learn to walk on the day you are born."

"Perhaps"

Kel, short for Kelian, was an orphan. His mother died bringing him to this world, and his father took to wandering the world as a vagabond. He left behind Kel, as Kel resembled his mother too much, and painful memories were always revived whenever his father looked at him. He was left in the care of an uncle, who struggled and tried his best to act in the capacities of both father and mother to the bereaved boy.

Kel's uncle, Cobrien, was a merchant dealing in rare and exotic artifacts. Although business was sporadic at best, he nonetheless earned enough to feed and provide for the needs of Kel. Unmarried, he devoted his years to Kel's upbringing. He was the father Kel had never had. It was too much for Kel to bear, when Cobrien died unexpectedly when Kel was twelve years old.

The day after Cobrien's somewhat quiet funeral proceedings, Kel sat down numbly beside his uncle's grave, and stared with haunted eyes into nothingness, oblivious to man and weather. And for two days he sat thus, unmoving, uncaring, until Daxon's mother, Illena, eyes brimming with sympathetic tears, took steps and persuaded Kel, half dragging him home with her. Thereafter, with almost inhuman patience, she slowly but determinedly picked up the shattered pieces of Kel's life and glued them back together with tender loving care. The cracks were still there, but slowly, Kel regained a fraction of his former vitality and cheerfulness.

Inevitably, Daxon and Kel became the best of friends, inseparable like brothers. Daxon's carefree manner had captivated Kel, and even more able than Illena, he was able to breach the defences Kel had set up against other people.

So where Daxon was, Kel was certain to be somewhere nearby.

(To be continued ...)

Tags: Fantasy, Story, Dreams

散文∶此情可待成追忆 - 无奈（四）

几分钟过去了，却是一点动静也没有。

我忍不住偷偷瞥了他一眼。
他的眼睛还是合上的。
我这才松了口气，把手放下。

不久，我的视线又不知不觉地回到他身上。
他闭目养神的表情，实在是可爱极了。

然后我就发现，我的视线会突然莫名其妙的停留在他身上。
我自己也觉得好笑。
不过我始终不敢接触他的眼神。

毕竟，这样直勾勾地瞧着人家，是不礼貌的。

终于，他又拾了课本，开始温习。

他不算英俊，而且有点瘦。
但不知怎么的，我就是无法不去看他。
他的一切，就如同一个陷阱，让我不能脱困，不知所措。

他这几天都在机场。
我也一直伴随着他。

就在我反复思量着的当儿，我俩的眼神接触了。
我好似着了魔，整个世界只剩下了那双明亮闪动的眼睛。

突然，他对我笑了一笑。
这下子可真把我的魂魄不知从什么地方给拉了回来。
我脸红红，心怦怦，立即把头转了开去。

我知道为什么我会一天又一天的回到机场。

《待续》

Tags: 散文，此情可待成追忆，无奈

姓名初学

女儿还有五个月就出世了。
我已开始为取什么名字而头疼。

中华民族的取名，其实是一门独特的学问。
要取一个好名，需要研究的东西可多着呢，
如生辰八字，五行八卦，紫薇斗数，等等等。

真是看得我头昏眼花。

非得慢慢钻研钻研。

我还有五个月。。。

Tags: 姓名，取名

散文∶此情可待成追忆 - 无奈（三）

除了等待的乘客和熬夜苦读的学生，十一点钟的机场，只剩下了暗淡的灯光。

我信步漫走，来到了供人观望飞机升降的长廊。
我选了一组红色的椅子坐了下来。

看看外头，只见到零零星星的几架飞机正在打油。
四周的沉寂，渐使我朦胧欲睡。
我闭上了双眼，徐徐地进入了梦乡。。。

我仿佛又回到了童年，回到了曾经熟悉的画面。
有我和哥哥妹妹谈天说地；
有我兴奋而骄傲地把成绩单呈给爸爸；
有妈妈唱着小调，拥我入怀，哄我成眠。。。

我惊醒。已是凌晨三点。
梦中的小调仍然不绝于耳。
我转头寻找，发现小调是源自一位男生。

他看起来不过大我一两岁，穿着一身运动装，
正合眼靠着一组蓝色的椅子，身旁尽是书本。
看着他随着曲调微微晃动，再加上他脸上带着几分稚气的笑容，
竟是越看越觉得可爱，情不自禁地笑出声来。

这么一笑，连我自己也吃了一惊，急急把头转开，
起手掩住了半边脸，动也不敢动地呆在哪儿。

我只觉得心跳得好快，脸上一阵微热。

他，是不是在看着我？

《待续》

Tags: 散文，此情可待成追忆，无奈

时间不够用

喜欢写。。。
喜欢读。。。
喜欢看日本动漫。。。
喜欢看电影。。。
喜欢看纪录片。。。
喜欢运动。。。
喜欢开车兜风。。。

太多太多的喜欢。。。

时间怎么够用呢？

Tags: 时间，喜欢

Fantasy : Untitled (Part 1)

Sunlight bathed his face in the gentle warmth of spring as he laid on his back upon a small grassy slope, idly watching the puffs of beautiful and gracefully flowing clouds as they were gliding from one end of the horizon to the other, seemingly driven by strong and mysterious forces. It was a comfort and enjoyment to lay thus, after the reluctant retreat of winter, with eyes closed and dreaming a youngster's dream of adventures and glory.

Daxon was a younster, despite the fact that he looked much older than his eighteen years of existence. He was of average build, product of his efforts at striking and maintaining a balance between work and relaxation. The folks in town had always commented on the serious look he portrayed with his big blue eyes. But in reality, he was a witty and humourous fellow, and his personal religion centered around making people laugh and feel good. One could almost say he was quite talented in this arena, with an uncanny ability to remain serious looking while spinning an outrageous tale. The folks enjoyed his antics and his company, so much so that they often chose to overlook his occasional mischief.

In retrospect, he had to admit that he was very happy living in this town of Torian. He loved the townsfolk and they loved him. But sometimes, he had a peculiar feeling that somehow, a part of his life seems incomplete. There seems to be another destiny calling out for him other than the one he had always envisioned. With a start, he came out of his musings and ventured a chuckle to himself. Maybe, he thought, maybe it was only his overly active imagination playing tricks.

The town of Torian was very close to mother nature. There was the huge Green Heart Forest to the south, near the slope where Daxon was lying, and the innumerable peaks of the majestic Kolkan Mountains lining the west. Myriad varieties of birds in each and every colour were often seen flying about, accompanied by a cacophony of chirping and tweeting. Daxon liked nature, since being near to nature allowed him to hide from his mother, who seem always to have some form of work and chore to harness his youthful energy. He did not mind the exertions, but sometimes, his mother tended to be excessive. He had just finished repairing some furniture in one of the rooms in the inn operated by his mother, and stole out quietly when her attention was otherwise engaged.

(To be continued...)

Tags: Fantasy, Story

散文∶此情可待成追忆 - 无奈（二）

新加坡地方虽小，但从我家到机场可也需要一个小时的车程。
在这一个小时里，窗外的点点滴滴流星般划过视线，身旁的乘客也是来来去去。

我看到花草树木，蓝天白云；
我看到活跃的交通，像都市的血液在川流不息的循环；
我更看到青年爱侣，恩爱夫妻。

这些都是生活中历历可见的景象。
但在我心灰意懒的感觉中，他们竟无一不在散发着强烈的生命气息。

我不知该羡慕还是妒嫉。
就算妒嫉也是于事无补。
现实往往充满了很多的不公平，谁又能奈何得了？

到达机场后，我才发现地方远较我想象中的还要大，还要静。
说也奇怪，我下了巴士，心中反而不见了先前的好奇与冲动。
我只花了几个小时，就几乎已走遍了整个机场。
虽然机场内的一切都是首次见到，却怎么也激不起我的兴趣，更冲不开我心中的忧郁。

我经过一间快餐厅时，才觉得相当饥饿，看看手表，已是八点半钟。
我打了通电话回家，便胡乱叫了东西充饥。

《待续》

Tags: 散文，此情可待成追忆，无奈

散文∶此情可待成追忆 - 无奈（一）

不久前，医生告诉我的家人，我的病情已开始恶化，要他们做好心理准备。
从那天起，爸妈对我可是千依百顺，哥哥妹妹也凡事都让我十二分。

初时的感觉，真得很像皇帝。

但渐渐地，恐惧渗透了我整个躯体。
我突然想到，他们所做的一切是因为我就快离他们而去。

在无数个睡不着的漫漫长夜里，听着隔墙传来妈妈的哭泣，爸爸的叹息，
满腔伤感与无奈也随着禁不住的泪水，如雨般的落下。
我拼命地想止住眼泪，拼命地叫自己不要去想，
但伤心竟似无孔不入，已侵入了我意识中的每分每寸。

这并不是一般十七岁少女所熟悉的心情。
但事实上，我的处境和一般少女相比之下，差别又何止十万八千里。

家，我已呆不下去。
总觉得悲哀的气氛越来越浓。

那天我走出了家门，心中只是空荡荡的，根本没有想到底要往什么地方去。
我茫无目的地乱走，累了就在巴士站坐下休息。
那时天气并不是很热，所以面对着巴士站的人来人往和交通的喧哗，我一点也不觉烦闷。

过不多时，一辆双层巴士迎面驰来。
我怔怔的看着巴士的号码，脑海一幅壮观优美的画面满满地浮现。

飞机场。

我突然想起，我长这么大，还没去过飞机场。
所以当巴士停下的时候，我也跟着一群人跳了上去。

《待续》

Tags: 散文，此情可待成追忆，无奈

散文∶此情可待成追忆 - 遗憾（五）

可是渐渐地，我已开始无法集中精神。
鲁迅的世界，只剩下我和她的浪漫。
我总感到有股冲动，想跑过去问她叫什么名字，住什么地方，明天有空没有。。。

但每次触及这个念头，脑海中就会忽然涌现很多东西，如父母亲对我的期望和淳淳告诫。
脑中会有一把理智的声音冷冷地告诉我，以我的性格，情感必将一发不可收拾。
这无疑会影响我在日渐逼近的考试中的表现。
它也毫不留情的指出，我不单要对自己负责，还要对父母亲负责。。。

突然又有另一把声音在呐喊着。
是我内心深处的呐喊。

我的朋友不多。异性知己更是少之又少。
我的极度内向，使我不善言辞。
看见别人成双成对，寂寞的心情会令我窒息。
如今眼前的这个机会，我又怎么能放弃呢？

就这样，我和我自己在心中难分难解地交战了良久。
最终，理性战胜了感性。

不过我坚定地告诉自己，考试过后一定会回到这儿找她。

做了决定，我强迫自己不要去想她。。。不要去想她。。。
虽然她还是天天来陪我，对着我微笑。。。

考试终于结束了。

可惜的是，我没有再见到她。
当我回到飞机场的时候，已然找不到她了。

《完》

Tags: 散文，此情可待成追忆，遗憾

Soul Substitute?

Read an article this morning on www.todayonline.com about researchers in Singapore leading the pack in the race to produce a viable substitute for a vital ingredient in our body, blood.

Yes, blood.

Reading about the article makes one wonder at how far science and technology have evolved, but not so for the human race. We seems to be relying more and more on technology to adapt ourselves to the harsher natural environment, instead of evolving our physical bodies to do so.

It also makes me wonder how far more science & technology can go.

Maybe someone somewhere will identify and come up with subsitute for the human soul.

将为人父，百感交集

太太怀孕已将近五个月。

开始胎儿有点不稳，幸好只是虚惊一场。

将为人父的心情，真是一言难尽。
兴奋喜悦之余，也有点紧张和担忧。
这毕竟是人生在世的一大里程碑。

想不到我走着走着，已不知不觉地走到了这重要的时刻。
还是有点不敢相信。

Tags: 里程碑

散文∶此情可待成追忆 - 遗憾（四）

接下来的一个星期是我毕生难忘的。
我心中很是快乐，但却又同时充满矛盾。

开始的时候，她依然像那天一样，一直在回避我的目光。
我却不怎么在意。
因为她实在很美，虽然依旧是一件衬衫，一条牛仔。
她那苍白的脸，让我觉得是全世界独一无二的。

这时的我，在放下课本歇息的时候，眼中的飞机已被她的面孔取代。
静静的坐在那儿凝视着他，已成为了我最享受的事。

终于她一个不小心，我俩的眼神接触了。
我们就这样互望了一阵，然后我对她笑了一笑。
这一笑好像令她吓了一跳，急急地把头调过，脸上还浮起了一层浅浅的红霞。

经这么一笑一脸红，她已不再回避我。
她就这么天天来陪我，虽然我们不曾交谈过一语半句。

也许没有人会相信，但这是我十八岁生涯中，少数快乐的一段时光。

《待续》

Low Shopper Traffic at Suntec City Area

Yes, the complaints are in.

Singaporeans are avoiding the Suntec City area and retailers there are worried.

Well, if I'm a retailer in the area, I too will be worrried. My sales will be taking a big hit.

However, standing on the other side of the fence, I will have to say Singaporeans are being pragmatic and exercising their common sense.

If you know that the roads are closed, security checks are in place, you would have realised that shopping at Suntec City will be a troublesome affair. Who in his/her right mind will still want to go and shop at Suntec City when so many shops & stores found there can be found somewhere else and without all the additional hassle?

I think retailers at Suntec City will have to bear with it for the coming week or so.
I, for one, am not going to put myself through all the trouble just to shop there.

散文∶此情可待成追忆 - 遗憾（三）

就在我陶醉的当儿，突然一声清脆的笑声在耳畔响起。

笑声本来是极细小的。
但在如此寂静的环境，再细小的笑声也会被空间放大，更让人觉得玲珑悦耳。

我睁开眼睛，循声望向右面。
不远的一组红色椅子上坐着一名年级看起来和我相若的短发少女。
她正以左手掩着嘴，好像很关注外头起飞的那架飞机。

她的头发真的好短，穿着一件粉红色的衬衫和一条褪了色的牛仔裤。
她的脸在朦胧的灯光下，显得很苍白。

她还是不敢面向我，想是不好意思吧。
我知道我自己的脸也是热乎乎的。
我暗地里笑了一下，随即把头转了回去，并不当一回事。

然而，接下来的一个小时，我总是感觉到她的两颗眼珠子在不住地打量着我，
但当我转向她的时候，她的视线已放到了别处。
我们的眼睛就这样玩了整个小时的捉迷藏。

终于，我又拾起了课本，再度回到了鲁迅的世界里。

虽然我在全神贯注，但我隐约还能感觉到她在对着我微笑。

《待续》

Bilingual Blog?

I started this blog initially to see for myself what can be done in a blog and also to satisfy my curiosity.

After an initial few posts, I left the blog aside due to some other time consuming commitments.

I recently came back to my blog and was thinking of continuing where I left off, but I soon realised that my motives and objectives of maintaining the blog has changed.

Instead of just an english blog to document my various thoughts and air my opinions on various issues in Singapore and the world at large, I realised I also wanted to share with my readers my love for the chinese language and culture and also my passion for writing, in both languages.

As a result, I've created a new category of articles and posted a couple of my older chinese essays as a start.

I also realised that truely bilingual (english & chinese) blogs are not that common and not easy to maintain and plan.

But I'm willing to try for some time to see if it will work out.

If you have something to share & suggest, do drop me a note so that the blog can be improved.

To sign off, a 2-liner from a poem by 王之涣：

欲穷千里目，
更上一层楼。

World Bank & IMF Comes To Singapore!

After how many months of preparation (infrastructure/facilities in addition to the minds of Singaporeans), the much talked about event has finally arrived.

Already, in my office and from the bits & pieces of grumbling I hear from my kakis [Singlish for close friends] elsewhere, the impact of this event on our lifes is slowly but surely felt.

I hear about traffic jams, increased passenger traffic on the public transport during rush hour, all conspiring to add discomfort to an already hectic Singaporean lifestyle. Not to mention the cries of those who have been forced to forgo the usage of their vehicles.

It remains to be seen how much more inconvenience will result from this event.

Having said all of those things above, then again, I think most Singaporeans will remain on the fringe of all the hype, and will not be bothered. Just avoid the place and go somewhere else.

Welcome to Singapore!

散文∶此情可待成追忆 - 遗憾（二）

那天凌晨三点，我放下文学课本，让过去几个小时所吸取的知识设法消化。

我选择的地方是让人观望飞机起飞和降落的长廊。
长廊相当宽敞，一组又一组五颜六色的座椅，一条直线似的从一个尽头延伸到另一个尽头。
旁边没有墙，只有一整片透彻无痕的玻璃，呈现给人那几架或升或降的飞机。
我和我的书本就栖身在其中一组蓝色的座椅旁。

那夜的机场似乎分外的寒冷，使我不禁打了个寒颤。
凌晨长廊的灯光比较暗淡，整个气氛也感觉不到丝毫日时都市的忙碌气息与节奏。

我靠在椅边，望着外头数架飞机，心境是无比的明朗，平和。
我的性格本就比较内向，所以这样的沉寂对我而言，其实是种享受。

不知不觉，我已闭上了双眼，嘴边还哼着一首儿时的小调。

《待续》

散文∶此情可待成追忆 - 遗憾 （一）

考试前的两个月，使学生们一年之中最忙碌的阶段。
平日用功的学生会把收在脑中的种种学问再挖出来，细细地咀嚼，分析，
而平日不用功的学生则趁这个时候把这些学问硬生生的塞进脑中储藏，能挤多少就挤多少。

我虽然不爱背书，但毕竟还是名学生。
我也和大家一样，想在这短短的两个月内埋头苦干，希望能考出一个春天。

唯一不同的，是我的准备方式。

人类的思考架构与程序是因人而异的。
不同的人在不同的场合所做的一切，都可能会有不同的效果和结局。
对我来说，独自一人在僻静的地方温习是最为理想。

所以我选择了飞机场。
要不是亲身体验，你是无法想象飞机场在午夜时分的那种静。
有些时候，我仿佛还能听见自己怦然跳动的脉搏。

在这种寂静的环境里，我可心无旁骛，全神贯注的投入课本当中。

《待续》

散文∶满足

人生苦短，所为何来？
名吗？利吗？还是追逐一种思想的自由和满足感。

曾几何时，开始苦苦寻觅生命的价值，得到的却是千头万绪，矛盾几许。
古人说，勤有功，戏无益。
但现实生活中有多少人劳劳碌碌，却无法捉住短暂的快乐；
又有多少人游戏人生，却留给了世间永恒的光辉。

到底人存在的目的，是为了永远的曾经拥有，还是那瞬间的天长地久？
名垂千古故是让人梦寐以求，但做一个平凡的人，过着平凡的生活，也未尝不是件美事。

不论人情世故如何的变化无常，人终归还是要回归尘土。

与其悲叹生命之不足，不如满足现今之所有。

Book Review: Time Travellers' Wife

I was captivated by the name and book cover when I laid my eyes on this book for the very first time.

And I was hooked after the first few pages.

The title gives people the impression that this is science fiction, which is true to a small extent.

But the main focus of this book is about love, love between husband and wife, love between parents and child, love between one and lover.

At the end, love conquers all and everything is forgiven.

It is quite touching to read a story so close to my heart.

Of course, not to forget the brilliance of the author in conveying the little details.

Scientific explanations are skimmed across briefly, but then, who cares about science when the story is so rich in humanity?