Sunday, July 29, 2012
Saturday, July 28, 2012
on reading.

“If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking.”
- Haruki Murakami
Thursday, July 26, 2012
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
Monday, July 23, 2012
strange.
it's been a strange week. in this week i have talked to people whom i have estranged for some three years, and never exchanged a single word since then. i feel a peculiar tinge of discomfort mixed with disbelief. typhoon signal no. 8 has been hoisted. the second one in a month. weird happenings accompanied by extreme weather. i should be off to read virginia woolf's to the lighthouse. only she would understand how i feel, and effortlessly she would describe to me the movement of the waves outside of the windows and inside of one's heart.
Friday, July 20, 2012
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
Sunday, July 15, 2012
Quote from Animal Farm.
“The creatures outside looked from pig to man,
and from man to pig, and from pig to man again;
but already it was impossible to say which was which.”
- George Orwell
holidays.
Holidays are powerful. They cure what medications can't cure, and put you to sleep in such peace and quiet that no dreams would bother to come and disturb. Dreams need a rest too, don't they.
Saturday, July 14, 2012
蝸牛。
家樓下有花草樹木。每逢下雨天,雨停了之後,便會看見一只一只的蝸牛從叢中爬出來。有些貼在石邊,有些行在磚牆上,有些走出了行人道,在路中央緩緩緩緩的橫行。我每每蹲下來,凝望著蝸牛的軀殼,和它蠕動的姿態。它的小觸角輕輕擺動,好像在說,嗨,你好,我是蝸牛,你是甚麼?今天回家的時候,看見一小男孩佇立路旁,痴痴望著花叢。我一看,蝸牛又出來散步了,在雨後的泥土上悠然自得的爬行著。
蝸牛也真是種詩意的生物。
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
Saturday, July 7, 2012
she.
She
May be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams
The smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem inside her shell
May be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams
The smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem inside her shell
poulet aux prunes
依戀在生命最後八天,失落的愛情,詩意的電影。
故事的結尾,是我最喜歡的一段。縱使相逢應不識,塵滿面,鬢如霜。彷彿整個人生都刪了,剩餘最後這一小節,也可獨立成篇章,在無對白的琴聲之中,過度餘生。
Nasser Ali, mon amour.
Friday, July 6, 2012
shadow.
Life is about losing the things, the people you once have. The time may come anytime, and anytime can be too late to turn and say goodbye. Before you even know it, you're but all alone by yourself, like a shadow detached from the feet of a tree. Then, as if a belated revelation, you find that nothing, nothing lasts; and the longer you live, the least you understand life.
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
they didn’t understand life.
“When I was 5 years old, my mother always told me that happiness was the key to life.
When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up.
I wrote down ‘happy’.
They told me I didn’t understand the assignment,
and I told them they didn’t understand life.”
Bookstores in Europe.
An English bookstore guide in Europe which has kept me reading for days. Alongside the churches, museums and sights, bookstores are also sacred destinations for faithful pilgrims who have come all the way long just to sniff at the peculiar scent of the rotten pages.
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