You know Chinese New Year in the Lion City is equivalent to the western Christmas when everywhere you go, 'gong xi fa chai' is blaring in the speakers of every store, glitzy decorations and chinese caligraphy pop up on doors and windows in every corner; and strangers suddenly turn friendly (very unsingaporian), and mutter 'happy new year' to you on the street. Best of all, I get 2 days of public holiday!
Celebration with friends include taking photos in the beautifully decorated and extremely crowded chinatown, eating chocolate covered strawberries while gawking at hawker stores, watching kung fu lion dance shows, video conference with loved ones overseas, fireworks and karaoke till the break of dawn, discovering new connections and falling in love with new chinese pop songs...
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两只蝴蝶
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亲爱的你慢慢飞
小心前面带刺的玫瑰
亲爱的你张张嘴
风中花香会让你沉醉
亲爱的你跟我飞
穿过丛林去看小溪水
亲爱的来跳个舞
爱的春天不会有天黑
我和你缠缠绵绵翩翩飞
飞跃这红尘永相随
追逐你一生爱恋无歉悔
不辜负我的柔情你的美
我和你缠缠绵绵翩翩飞
飞越这红尘永相随
等到秋风尽秋叶落成堆
能陪你一起枯萎也无悔
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xiao ying @ 11:57 PM.
Thursday, January 26, 2006
寫信告訴我今天,海是什麼顏色?
夜夜陪著你的海,心情又如何?
灰色是不想說,藍色是憂鬱。
而漂泊的你,狂浪的心,停在哪裡?
說你在離開我的時候,是怎樣的心情
Once upon a time I sat on the beach and sang this song. Gazing into the dark ocean with nothing but lights along the shoreline and multitudes of lamps in the eternal night sky, I allowed my melancholy flow with the sound of the waves, as they sang along with me and crashed against the shore. Why this feeling? I still cannot grasp it. No one has really left me, I was always the one who moves on, eternally searching, and searching...
Searching for what?
xiao ying @ 1:11 AM.
Thursday, January 19, 2006
You can kiss your family and friends good-bye and put miles between you,
but at the same time you carry them with you in your heart,
your mind,
your stomach,
because you do not just live in a world but a world lives in you.
xiao ying @ 1:11 PM.
Saturday, January 14, 2006
"Rain rain go away, please come back another day..."
As a child who loves the sunshine I used to join in with the other kids and chant that phrase.
But I love tropical rain.
The wet season in the tropics consists of heavy downpour that comes without warning. As the heavy beads of tropical water fell down onto my face, shoulder and drenching my clothes, it didn't feel cold at all. Infact what a refreshing experience, almost poetic. I indulged in that strange new sensation, very much like having a shower with your clothes on. I strolled and watched in bemusement at people running with their hands covering their heads in vain, though still getting as drenched as I was.
xiao ying @ 1:32 PM.
For the second morning in a row I woke up confused about where I was. Both mornings I dreamt that I was back home in Melbourne before the alarm clock went off. It was always about my family, our family business and the anxieties associated with it. Last night I dreamt vividly about the ability to change the future by going back to the past. Exciting and surreal, it's as if I discovered I possess powers like the guy in 'the butterfly effect'. I remember breathing a deep sigh of relief when my parents regained their Seaford Milkbar and that they were stable and at peace again. I pray that soon they will find a successful business.