together they made a tree.

their branches created a tight embrace,
all the way down to their roots, deep in the earth,
two in one, and one as two --
one half woman, and one half man.

this is one old story told many times.

today we ordered pizza for dad's birthday.
the weather is gloomy.
my dress is too long.
the delivery guy had with him
some very old songs.

everything feels like a mismatch today.
i need some sunshine.

悠悠

在生時叫生日，不在時叫生忌。
明天是爸爸的生忌。

原來這樣又一年，日子過得那麼快。
轉下眼又一星期，轉下眼又一個月。
但每次轉眼都是一次漫長的虛空。

寫作讓人很易哭，
其實都沒有甚麼大不了，
就是很想念很想念而已。

人生裡，有多一個人在身邊
已經很不同。
每個人都有每個人的意義，
走了一個，
就覺得世界很小，
而且好像怎樣也沒法大起來了。

每年生忌、死忌，我都為你寫一篇，
到我活得夠久了，
就結集成書，
誌那一輩子悠悠的思念。

有些感覺不好跟人說，
跟人說要說開心快意的、無關痛癢的、說了就算的。
偶然在這裡寫寫，就當是跟全世界都說了一遍。

生日快樂。
還有一分鐘，這個世界，
距離你的誕生日72年。

五年了，有個沒有你的年代
過了一半。

昨夜夢見他

11月是個追逝的時節。

夜來幽夢，乍暖還寒時候，最難將息。

很久沒見了，久違了的臉，
像個小孩子般，嚷著說要吃麥當奴。
今天晚上，我買了魚柳包和薯條。
身前會做的，身後都一樣，說我迷信也好─

因為我是您的叻叻女。

似水流年
留下只有思念
一串串
永遠纏

在遠方有個忘憂國，住著我最親的人，
埋藏了我半生的福份。

obama fever

i think i am having an obama fever.

public affection.
declaration of love.
affirmation.
making a statement.
the grand gesture.

oh dear.
that's charisma --
the ultimate kind.

i don't know where i heard this, but once i heard
a real man makes other women envy his woman.

there you go mr president.

i sound crazy because i write.

not everyone writes about how they feel, but i do. i think people are not so different. they may not express themselves as much and often, they still feel the same things in their hearts. it's just that they are better at keeping quiet. or, instead of writing things out, they talk to someone.

i think it's a cool thing knowing how to keep quiet.

i don't want to talk. i just want to write at the moment -- at these moments. nothing expresses me better than words written, not even my voice.

i am quiet, too. loud are my thoughts. 

something is wrong with my mood. it can't be pms! it's still too early!