"i'll like a drop of rainwater refracting light...
and a dash of illumination across the endless dark too."

Thursday, April 30, 2009

in the world which small fish swims, there exists a lot of other worlds. some of these worlds, she likes entering them from time to time, and some of these worlds she doesn't fancy being in there for long... dimension where worlds intertwine is a no-no, for she can never feel the right balance to swim stably.

sometimes small fish wished she was the only fish in the whole ocean so she can minimise lots of complications. she wished life in the ocean could be simpler, too. nevertheless, lucky for small fish, the ocean is still large enough for her to get lost in and hide from other fishes. lucky for small fish, tears are not exactly distinguishable from the waters of the ocean. lucky for small fish, some other fishes don't see too clearly.

why should small fish swim into the part of the ocean she once fought so hard to stay clear of? maybe essentially the problem lies with small fish, she and her specie-ation problem. maybe small fish should just learn to change herself and meet new fishes, but if she can't see the point of doing it, why should she? she is just small fish, and not any other fish, so she shall stay her way, she will, anyway.

things are always simpler when there is only one fish, or with just a few fishes whom small fish really likes to be with. she is just small fish, and not any other fish, so she shall stay her way. she will.

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

this day, it occurred to fish that her world may really be so very very small indeed. and that because its colours are too defined, she couldn't find any grey areas in it, and yet, the colours blend. there are some who cradle the world in their palms, some who hold the world in their hearts, some who dream about the world in their minds and some who lost their world to the wind. she almost caught a shooting star today, almost. and she almost faded, too. what a big ocean, what a small ocean!

Thursday, April 23, 2009

just how far to go before you know you have crossed the invisible line that another has drawn?
just how far to go before you know you should stop?
perhaps really am taking far too much liking and used to being just by myself, now that its simple and problem-free.
double-edge sword?
sped up mellowing of life?

cheers! anyone?

Sunday, April 19, 2009


you will only know because you don't feel yourself. yet you are looking for the feeling that you can be yourself. what if you never want to feel this conlfict once again and all you want is to omit both feelings and stay yourself? outright conflicting. nah, not really. what you simply seek is either to continue rowing your boat across the peaceful and calm waters or strength enough to sail through storms to come. peaceful and calm waters suits me real fine.

maybe in trying not to lead in the wrongway, you have already decided its best to be alone on the quest. the view just keeps getting wider as you begin comprehending more... and then you realised the only way to simplicity lies in being alone and minimising unpredictability. indeed, everyone has his or her prized moment of enlightenment and clarity.

a butterfly whose wings will never come close to brushing against any flowers or shrubs, for it neither wants to sadden the flower it rested on with its departure nor stay on it, and yet thinks about the white rose somewhere faraway, which no one has heard of. the butterfly simply seeks to complete its quest on its own.

timing has always been crucial, yet its never meant to be planned or manipulated by man. and its only truly right when you feel so, with no planning elements involved. there are some who lost due to hesitation, some due to miscalculation. perhaps what they have lost, they were meant to lose. some gained unexpectedly because the timing was right. yet, perhaps what they have gained were meant to be theirs since the start.

there are some things that you know for sure the timing will be right one day.
there are some things that you know there'll never come a time which is right.

turn around and walk away
til time truly washes all away
and when you're feeling all's afresh
there you begin once again


Saturday, April 18, 2009


原来 真的不难被感动。









原来分开并不是很难,只要别有爱和回忆的成分在里头, 因为回忆可以很甜,也可以很可怕。





Sunday, April 12, 2009

no matter how small the distance is, why does it always sound so far away?

"What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet."

can you tell a sunset apart from a sunrise if you did not see it yourself?
would love to try seeing sunset and sunrise within the same hour one day, by air.

would a day then, have passed me by? have i lost one, or gained one?
if one keeps following the trail of the sun, would that person then freeze time?

what if near is far and far was actually near?
what if the sun was called the moon and the moon, the sun?

what's in a name?
nothing about my everything.

what's in a name? alost?
don't know why you had to come away with me to shoot the moon, find the lonestar, till the long day is over and the nightingale sang, and we waited for the sunrise... and i still don't know why.

don't know why... norah jones

I waited 'til I saw the sun
I don't know why I didn't come
I left you by the house of fun
I don't know why I didn't come
I don't know why I didn't come

When I saw the break of day
I wished that I could fly away
Instead of kneeling in the sand
Catching teardrops in my hand

My heart is drenched in wine
But you'll be on my mind
Out across the endless sea
I would die in ecstasy
But I'll be a bag of bones
Driving down the road along

My heart is drenched in wine
But you'll be on my mind
Something has to make you run
I don't know why I didn't come
I feel as empty as a drum
I don't know why I didn't come
I don't know why I didn't come
I don't know why I didn't come

Sunday, April 5, 2009

somehow greensleeve started playing,
and autumn-feel sets in, leaves begin falling and... all these came to my mind.

a small town in distant autumn

slit a thin line across the horizon, and slide through
all you need to do first is to shut both fine slits

let your mind take you where you can't go
let your heart tell you where you want to go

for once, see not what your eyes want you to see
and hear solely the music your heart longed so long for

you may wish you could stay like this forever
but remember your way home

along the way.

a small town in distant autumn
where you were drinking coffee and i was sipping tea

along the way.

a small town in distant autumn
where i met you and you found me

Saturday, April 4, 2009

how to draw a line again?
where to find the line?
what to see in the line?
that thin fine line.