a splendid nite with a long lost friend,
hookah and shisha , mint mojito at Sahara Mezz Bar
plus great jazz at senses 99,
we played a little "automatic writing" games,
the first person wrote a line on the paper, folded it and next one continued,
we had 2 rounds , unfolded the paper and
came up with two beautiful writings...
we all liked it and became our memories on that particular nite.
A midsummer quartet on Senses 99
by mj, n, d and a , 26.05.07
1.
buds, cigarette buds
the beginning and the end
extinct, and re-ignited
I thought i was someone else, someone new
and black befalls in the music hall
ashes blown away
we meet to depart
Beside the lake, beneath the trees, fluttering and dancing in the breeze
2.
I don't describe to this point of view.
top of the world, edge of the universe
on a jazzy nite, music and wine
tip-toed to the top,
Gentle is rare in this society
Sink under your favourite green island
on the right track with endurance
fallen pregnant with mental block
wan to vanish inside your kiss.
the day after tomorrow
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Thursday, May 24, 2007
The Taste of Food 09
太平包
住在長洲的同事
從老遠帶來了
熱騰騰新鮮出爐的太平包，
對，是熱的，從長洲的麵包店帶來的，
這是我從來未吃過的，
最「暖心」的下午茶小點。
從新聞報導得知一些無聊新聞如
今年的太平包是塑膠做的(衛生的理由)，
又有第一位女參賽者進入決賽…
從未吃過它…
不是很甜曳曳的，
很香口的蒸麵粉味道
加上白芝麻及白麻蓉…
不論怎樣，也是味道好的，
因為以被同事的誠意及太平包的代表性蓋過一切…
心想，我住的地區有什麼獨特小食
可與同事朋友分享？
回到家
回到家
只喝了兩杯啤酒
也帶有點醉意(真的不是喝酒的人…還是自我陶醉…)
看見了最親的家人(侄仔和亞媽)
睡着了
上前給侄仔蓋上被子(慣常地把被子翻開)
在他臉上給了兩個吻
再看睡着的母親
很老土地親了她一下
有點想哭但哭不出來的感覺…
怪怪的
只喝了兩杯啤酒
也帶有點醉意(真的不是喝酒的人…還是自我陶醉…)
看見了最親的家人(侄仔和亞媽)
睡着了
上前給侄仔蓋上被子(慣常地把被子翻開)
在他臉上給了兩個吻
再看睡着的母親
很老土地親了她一下
有點想哭但哭不出來的感覺…
怪怪的
Friday, May 18, 2007
weddings and a funeral plus etc
...8am - helped my u mate for online wedding registration...
...8pm - attended a furneral ...
...someone just gave birth to her first child...
... someone is waiting for the medical report...
... a farewell to my colleague ...
... a meet up with some long lost friends...
... a beginning (also the end)of a relationship...
...just happened within one day /week ...
dunno y, it makes me think of an old movie "Four weddings and a funeral" , which is back in 1994. From there , i recall this beautiful poem ,just google and you can find it easily...
Funeral Blues
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
-- W.H. Auden
According to the information, this poem was first published as "Song IX" from 'Twelve Songs' (1936); reprinted under the present title in 'Tell me the Truth about Love' (1976)
What ? 1936 ? cant imagine this poem was written at that time, as it still sounds
" modern" to me ...well maybe a slight change to some lines...
Stop all the mobile , cut off the msn/internet(pls forgive me as i am ruining the poem)...
...8pm - attended a furneral ...
...someone just gave birth to her first child...
... someone is waiting for the medical report...
... a farewell to my colleague ...
... a meet up with some long lost friends...
... a beginning (also the end)of a relationship...
...just happened within one day /week ...
dunno y, it makes me think of an old movie "Four weddings and a funeral" , which is back in 1994. From there , i recall this beautiful poem ,just google and you can find it easily...
Funeral Blues
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
-- W.H. Auden
According to the information, this poem was first published as "Song IX" from 'Twelve Songs' (1936); reprinted under the present title in 'Tell me the Truth about Love' (1976)
What ? 1936 ? cant imagine this poem was written at that time, as it still sounds
" modern" to me ...well maybe a slight change to some lines...
Stop all the mobile , cut off the msn/internet(pls forgive me as i am ruining the poem)...
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Lamma 14.05.07
dear sandy beach,
dear sunshine,
dear seabreeze,
dear bluesky,
dear soft and white sands,
dear seawaves,
dear birdsss,
dear greenland,
dear bookworm ,
the creamcheese bagel and
wonderful apple and spinash soup...
u just let me day to live in full!
In Rememberance of My Heart ( 28.1-25.4 2007)
a bday present from greenrabbit...
greenrabbit said she gave this "love-heart shaped" leaf to me
so that i could take care the "love" and let it grow
until one day, "love" would find her companion again...
sadly, "love" could not survive...
Thursday, May 10, 2007
你是「剩男、剩女」嗎？
繼電車男女後，在新聞上發現新「名詞」！好笑亦可悲！
「剩女」
即剩下的優秀女子，表面風光內心隱痛，
她們感情豐富、長相漂亮卻找不到男友，這些「剩女、準剩女」
的父母也面臨中國有史以來第一次女兒愁嫁的時代。
單身是發展趨勢非問題
解構三大類單身族
個案二﹕ 三十而立 告別孤單
萬人相睇會8女爭1男
「剩女」
即剩下的優秀女子，表面風光內心隱痛，
她們感情豐富、長相漂亮卻找不到男友，這些「剩女、準剩女」
的父母也面臨中國有史以來第一次女兒愁嫁的時代。
單身是發展趨勢非問題
解構三大類單身族
個案二﹕ 三十而立 告別孤單
萬人相睇會8女爭1男
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