The Eternal Ramblings of a Conflicting Mind

等待 忙碌中总是发现妳的影子 记忆是残酷的杀手 暗地里搜索着 不肯离去 干涸的井 似乎已经找不到淌泪的勇气 遥远处 仍然紧握深处的温热 等妳 想妳 念妳 怜妳 爱妳…

（我恋爱了。 朋友 替我写的情书。送给我的宝贝。。。） 时间在嘲笑 多少人习惯和自己拥抱 我在等谁 在心跳之间 互相绊倒 惊觉 与你南辕北辙 在世界这点碰上 不信呼吸频率如何变调 烹调你手掌的滋味 我不需要调味 被握住的地中海的温度 贪婪的舒服 我始终不放 手不听话 尝试挥击寂寞宿命而紧握的拳头 被你一句一句 一瓣一瓣拨开 第一次 畅快 第一次 握得住什么 你在咖啡杯围上快乐起舞 打起泡泡 调戏我的视线 然后 消散 松脱 飞飘 我战战兢兢喝一口 已经醉了 你是强盗 我的心 锁在你最私密的保险箱 用我的情话 开启 暗示密码就在你颦笑不语 眼眉悬崖边 差一点点 一个一个 跌落 我不知道 你如何夜夜暗自孤芳自赏 我的心跳 震耳欲聋 捧着空荡荡的胸腔 我听得到 你是强盗 我 万劫 不复

路蜒蜒，红尘独步。 停停走走，回不去。到不了。 人群中，我是孤岛。 里里外外，没有你，也有你。 My path is long and weary, and my stride lonesome and heavy. I am but an island; alone, isolated, silent. *wrote something in English. YenLing turned it into something beautiful in Chinese. 还是中文美丽。。。

That day, SL sent me a link to a site called The Dash ( www.thedashmovie.com ). Go watch it. Although I’m weary of all commercially available self-help and inspirational material, I gave the site a chance. So, I watched the short slideshow. The show was quite literally about “The Dash” — that insignificant-looking symbol that separated the year one was born from the year that one died. I couldn’t say I was completely moved, but it gave me thought about my own life. I’ve never wished for myself to be great or a giant among mortals. I strive to be an honest person that takes my fellow human beings seriously. Secretly, I’ve harbored the hope that, when I died, my legacy would not be one of how rich I was, or how successful I had been. How wonderful, if I could witness my own funeral, to see if my life mattered to anyone out there at all to coax them to attend my last rites. And to see that if the little ‘dash’ on my tombstone, meant anything to anyone. I’m not greedy. I only ...

Running forth in mindless hither How much more can the heart bear The sound of leaves rustling in the breeze Reminds us of the footsteps of autumn Yellow is the road Towards the sunshine Come closer For those of the weary The scent of the rising morn Gives colour to the break Dark is my thought With malencholy And growing haste To sense the path of the traveller I head But do not hear The tears and cries Of the unknown lover

念妳, 我的宝贝. 卷妳, 我的心碎. 想妳, 我的绝对. 恋妳, 我的无悔. 疼妳, 让我感觉. 顾妳, 让我欣慰. 怜妳, 让我喜悦. 爱妳, 让我忘却... 29 Aug 2006, Tuesday, 11.00 PM Flight from HK to SG

A likes B, but B likes C. C isn't sure she likes B, bcos her sights are set on D, and D happens to be a player, who honestly doesn't give hoot. Sounds familar? This is how life is. You DO NOT have control. Learn to live with it. I try everyday. Doesn't quite work all the time, but I try nevertheless. What makes a man? (Or rather, what makes a woman...) One that thinks and acts? Or one that thinks too much, tries hard to act, but never got anywhere... It's all the same. That is how life is... how life will always be. It is such a lovely thing to know that despite all the good riddance to bad rubbish, that will always be moments of joy. Immense and total joy. Those that remind us why it is so good to be alive. Then, there are also times that are bad.... those that are around to tell us to treasure and remember those times of good. Cliche? You bet ...