treasure what you have now
Monday, May 21, 2012
meaningless
blank is beauty, it is magic
it is a space for you to look at yourself
an area to release
not necessarily white
no boundaries at always
no descriptions
it could be anything
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
Lox's Confession
Lox is standing in front of the apartment, where he thinks it is his home.
It was the best days, when flowers and trees sang.
Sitting beside the sea and they wave at you.
You never thought about tomorrow.
By that, you could never imagine today.
Day by day, week by week
It just not going to stop...
Lox stepped inside his home. He wanted to sit and relax, maybe he wanted to take a shower and make himself good with a cold drink. All in his mind now is the greatest waterfall that run through him, every part of his body goes with the water onto the ground, every dust and trouble he once had is now washing away. With his eyes closing, he could see the world much clearer than anything. He could feel the whole world in that moment again, and then he will have the word "reborn" in his mind. It is the most beautiful word he could imagine, and the most suitable word he could think of.
... Even the greatest landscape is falling apart,
nothing beautiful can last forever.
You are standing at the edge of your own world,
you can see, but you can't step in.
A goldfish inside the aquarium stood by the ocean,
he could always picture his universe...
But Lox is still standing, looking around the interior design he once addicted into. Every piece of furniture are joining together in a perfect harmony, perfect combination, in perfect place. Anytime you be there, you will feel yourself living in the IKEA magazine, or maybe better. That kind of creativity and the smart use of spacing, it is just another collection of clever arts Lox has. People admire what he does to his home, they see him working so hard to earn every piece of essentials or decorations. It is a perfect home for anyone, you got everything you need, you don't even need to go out.
... My bloody-red sofa is guarding the expensive set of stereos and TV sets.
My old piano facing the window like a slave, it doesn't work anymore.
Funny images and arts never stop trying to make our lives colorful,
even though they are never important.
Photos showing happy memories,
tears hidden in the back.
Every piece of furniture is at the right place, like solving the puzzle.
It is what a home should be like, at least this is what you have heard.
I say, I am more pathetic than where I am living...
And he stops in front of the photo. It was his favorite picture. It captured the greatest moment in his life, with his best laugh, his comfort and all his hope. He made a special frame for this particular picture, with all his energy, knowledge and concentration. It shall define beauty and love.
Deep inside Lox's eyes is only this picture. It is still hanged at the most important place in this house, in perfect state. Yet he couldn't associate any words related to beauty or love, even not a single positive word. It only recalls the shadow he saws outside his home, it only last for one moment, and it blinds him. Actually, it is powerful enough to blind anyone in anytime.
... And I saw the light.
I wanted to look deeper inside, like how I once looked into the darkness.
Like the moth catches the fire, let your dream kills you.
It was too bright, and I started to got a bit dizzy and blinded, but I kept trying.
The light comes form the outside of the window, so I walked closer.
Suddenly I felt the warmth of the light, it has the smell of the summer and also the sea water.
then the thin air touched me gently as I opened the window and let the light shine all over me.
I closed my eyes, and I could see freedom, I could see release.
They were not appeared as any form, but I knew I could see them.
I was pursuing for my whole life, and now I am finally satisfied.
The goldfish swims towards the ocean, swims to the universe he longed for.
For that perfect moment, when you live inside your world, nothing really matter.
It just stays forever...
An old piano is waving at the opened window, no one's home.
He was having such a long journey. He should had been taking the bus but he decided to walk, he passed through every stops, starting from the east side of the city to the west. It was longer than he expected, yet he enjoyed it. He looked into every detail in the street, where he left his footprints on the map he had imagined. From the tiny bubble lights for the home essentials, to the dimming yellow sparkle from the street lamps. From the oldest abandoned area with toxic waste and bad smelling clothes that once were filled with sweat from the workers, to the newest noble black Nissan Skyline parked near to the fire red Mercedes-Benz AMG with modified wheels and whole new exhausts. From the helpless elders walking and sitting slowly, to the ambitious cold-blooded young generations passing through like any king or queen. From impatient expressions with this woman, to the emptiness inside the man's eyes. From any beautiful designs you can easy see outside the wall of each building, to the dirty and hidden corners between buildings and streets.
He stood and thought for a while, and he tried to remember every scene he once loved, it is now a trash. So he went passed to look for another.
And now, he is still standing by his home. With thirty families under his feet, he can feel himself walking on the air every time he think of that.
The front door is quite dusty, although it is new. And by standing right there, he saw his own shadow printed clearly on the dusty door, that is exactly the same size and shape to himself. So he looked back, it was just the sunlight shining from somewhere. For the moment he turned back, the shape was already changed slightly.
Before that moment, everything wasn't in any shape yet.
It was the best days, when flowers and trees sang.
Sitting beside the sea and they wave at you.
You never thought about tomorrow.
By that, you could never imagine today.
Day by day, week by week
It just not going to stop...
Lox stepped inside his home. He wanted to sit and relax, maybe he wanted to take a shower and make himself good with a cold drink. All in his mind now is the greatest waterfall that run through him, every part of his body goes with the water onto the ground, every dust and trouble he once had is now washing away. With his eyes closing, he could see the world much clearer than anything. He could feel the whole world in that moment again, and then he will have the word "reborn" in his mind. It is the most beautiful word he could imagine, and the most suitable word he could think of.
... Even the greatest landscape is falling apart,
nothing beautiful can last forever.
You are standing at the edge of your own world,
you can see, but you can't step in.
A goldfish inside the aquarium stood by the ocean,
he could always picture his universe...
But Lox is still standing, looking around the interior design he once addicted into. Every piece of furniture are joining together in a perfect harmony, perfect combination, in perfect place. Anytime you be there, you will feel yourself living in the IKEA magazine, or maybe better. That kind of creativity and the smart use of spacing, it is just another collection of clever arts Lox has. People admire what he does to his home, they see him working so hard to earn every piece of essentials or decorations. It is a perfect home for anyone, you got everything you need, you don't even need to go out.
... My bloody-red sofa is guarding the expensive set of stereos and TV sets.
My old piano facing the window like a slave, it doesn't work anymore.
Funny images and arts never stop trying to make our lives colorful,
even though they are never important.
Photos showing happy memories,
tears hidden in the back.
Every piece of furniture is at the right place, like solving the puzzle.
It is what a home should be like, at least this is what you have heard.
I say, I am more pathetic than where I am living...
And he stops in front of the photo. It was his favorite picture. It captured the greatest moment in his life, with his best laugh, his comfort and all his hope. He made a special frame for this particular picture, with all his energy, knowledge and concentration. It shall define beauty and love.
Deep inside Lox's eyes is only this picture. It is still hanged at the most important place in this house, in perfect state. Yet he couldn't associate any words related to beauty or love, even not a single positive word. It only recalls the shadow he saws outside his home, it only last for one moment, and it blinds him. Actually, it is powerful enough to blind anyone in anytime.
... And I saw the light.
I wanted to look deeper inside, like how I once looked into the darkness.
Like the moth catches the fire, let your dream kills you.
It was too bright, and I started to got a bit dizzy and blinded, but I kept trying.
The light comes form the outside of the window, so I walked closer.
Suddenly I felt the warmth of the light, it has the smell of the summer and also the sea water.
then the thin air touched me gently as I opened the window and let the light shine all over me.
I closed my eyes, and I could see freedom, I could see release.
They were not appeared as any form, but I knew I could see them.
I was pursuing for my whole life, and now I am finally satisfied.
The goldfish swims towards the ocean, swims to the universe he longed for.
For that perfect moment, when you live inside your world, nothing really matter.
It just stays forever...
An old piano is waving at the opened window, no one's home.
Monday, May 14, 2012
Lantau Trail Adventure II
Welcome gentlemen, as you could see from the right, this is a sign of the Lantau Trial. Of course, it is located in Lantau Island, a total 70 km long circuit that starts and ends in Mui Wo. Another langweilig trail that starts with the sideway of the highway, why is that? I think you have to look stupid first and show everyone in the vehicles that you, a foolish gesund people, is planning to hike. Anyhow, this is the track you could walk through the famous Lantau Peak (鳳凰山), over 900 meters of height.
That was the greatest journey I've ever been to alone. It was absolutely fabulous. Due to the weather was cool and the air was so wet, I went through layers and layers of clouds and fogs. Each dreams I could get through, total silence I could experienced, I could even listen to my own words inside my heart. I should be scared to explore alone, but I wasn't. Sadly though, I am not going to talk about this here. Sorry mates. I am just going to share the second journey that I went back with my dad. It was exactly the same path, exactly one week later. But with our bags full of equipments and a camp, we decided to stayed there a night.
Sunset
That was a night extremely cold, extremely uncomfortable inside the camp. You have to cook, to sit, to sleep between each shape rocks. Our backs hurt, our bodies starved, our temperature went down. But when we finally saw the scene, nothing really matters. Das ist superb!
Sunrise
Danke, auf wiedersehen!
I have to post the first journey with my photos and especially videos to you, just let me prepare! Hope you will enjoy as much as I do.
Sunday, May 13, 2012
The nature of the blog
It is the blog philosophy we created on Friday night, another trip to the Ping Chao for me in this couple of month. I thought it could be raining any time as the cloud got thicker over the evening, the sky and the dawn of the sun with a ruined heart, empty body. Everything combined so peaceful yet powerful that created the scene I saw outside the City Hall library, that is only a grey sky people usually see.
Then I tried to look over the piers and use my imagination and memories to count, which one goes to where. Since now Friday night becomes a shit for me (Please don't ask), I wanted to go outdoor, out of the city, out to the island. Where quiet is possible, where thinking is possible, where facing yourself is possible, where putting yourself a bad mood is possible, where releasing is possible, where commit suicide is also possible. So if you are in my situation, there is only one choice you can make over the 9 piers. I went aboard to the second journey, same destination, same Friday night, almost the same weather, and I was wonder if I was in the same ferry, with all the same passengers, or even I couldn't remember if I sat on the same seat, in the same hopeless mood.
And you looked over the sea and saw another ferry flying with yours in the same direction, that could be another hundred of same people. Then you turned around and looked at how far you've left the city, you could imagine why the ferries have to rush so quickly. As hundreds and hundreds of people suffered from the life in this crowd damned city, that they have to escape and suck in enough giant, deep breath of fresh air, in order to keep them alive again. This city has already inflected by the Disease of Dullness, or maybe Robo-flu, Rules-fever, Regular-ache. We all have to run like hell unless we want one.
In the front, Ping Chao, became a safe-house that has not yet being inflected.
In the cabin, we, became the intruders that shouldn't visit there.
People there were suppose to go home.
Then you got off outside the cursed area, looking at the sky that was already dark. You saw different layers of black or dark-blue colors, and you could determine that it won't be raining at all. The grey clouds were turning already to black clouds, but it became so thin that you could look through to the sky, you could just feel it. Everywhere this time was eventually becoming whole new fresh to me again, but this time I could see things more clearly.
You walked alongside the three-floors-buildings, you looked through each window and saw a family. A warm sweet home, no luxury, no cars, but different colors of their light bulbs combined into the scene in front of your eyes. You said how wonderful light is. You heard you could never draw it down. You thought you could never catch it. You knew you could never remember it.
Through the long silent walkway, you've never been there before. You could sometimes see people walking towards you or passing you, but you couldn't see their faces, it's just that you have short-sighted. You could feel the wind and air touching you all the way, sometimes gently pushing you forward to the small pier they want you to go, sometimes stronger that could mess your hair up or even got you a bit cool. You could see dogs running to somewhere, came out from no where. You could hear cows inside the trees moaning, maybe they were hungry, or we interrupted their dreams.
You sat down in the tip of the little pier, in front of you was the 180-degree of sea view. Behind you was the narrow road you came, and that someone might occasionally came without sound, they might have killed you from behind! So you sometimes looked back, and you'll see a low mountain behind, and a place looked like being abandoned. Like you. Like you being abandoned by the society, the group of the classmates around you, being dumped by the basketball as well. You looked back and you see the reason you worked hard, why you went back hiking, why you made yourself so black and tired, why you went outdoor, why you start biking on roads and highways, why you do extreme sports and won't stops. By that you can empty your mind, you can be not alone, you can release. And after that, you will be exhausted and dirty, and that is when you will love home for the first time of the week.
Half an hour before you have to go back to catch the last ferry back to the damned central.
Or you might need to wait until 3 at midnight to catch the first ferry on the next day. You will be killed. Scientist say that you will die 10 times if you lost the ferry. Here I thought of 10 ways I might get murdered.
1. Being stabbed from behind
2. Being thrown to the sea
3. Being choked to death with M&M
4. Being eaten by dogs
5. Being locked inside the abandoned industry and scared to death
6. Losing a fight with a group of local teenagers
7. Suffering from storm, wind and rain
8. Starving and thirst
9. You would just found me missing in the newspaper
10. Most scary, being killed by one look
You looked at the sea and you faced your life. You thought of your blog and how much you've been walk through your life with it. It is your mind, you observe and concluded, it is just adventures and sadness.
Just look back to the first articles and come back here, and you see differences. It is not how your language improves, it is just the confident inside your writings. It is all because you have always written your life down, sometimes you have to force yourself to step further. At the end, you can do it.
Same apply for your emotion and the ways of thinking.
I started to writing tragedies for a long time, maybe it is easier to express. But that I got used to thinking of it, and my life is missing happiness and hope, leaving sadness and conflicts, darkness and confusions. It is even in this article.
This is the nature of the blog, we get to know people by the blog usually, you will know why people get their different personally when they are writing. Because this is what they are used to do, used to think, used to write about. This is one of the writer's world.
Then I tried to look over the piers and use my imagination and memories to count, which one goes to where. Since now Friday night becomes a shit for me (Please don't ask), I wanted to go outdoor, out of the city, out to the island. Where quiet is possible, where thinking is possible, where facing yourself is possible, where putting yourself a bad mood is possible, where releasing is possible, where commit suicide is also possible. So if you are in my situation, there is only one choice you can make over the 9 piers. I went aboard to the second journey, same destination, same Friday night, almost the same weather, and I was wonder if I was in the same ferry, with all the same passengers, or even I couldn't remember if I sat on the same seat, in the same hopeless mood.
And you looked over the sea and saw another ferry flying with yours in the same direction, that could be another hundred of same people. Then you turned around and looked at how far you've left the city, you could imagine why the ferries have to rush so quickly. As hundreds and hundreds of people suffered from the life in this crowd damned city, that they have to escape and suck in enough giant, deep breath of fresh air, in order to keep them alive again. This city has already inflected by the Disease of Dullness, or maybe Robo-flu, Rules-fever, Regular-ache. We all have to run like hell unless we want one.
In the front, Ping Chao, became a safe-house that has not yet being inflected.
In the cabin, we, became the intruders that shouldn't visit there.
People there were suppose to go home.
Then you got off outside the cursed area, looking at the sky that was already dark. You saw different layers of black or dark-blue colors, and you could determine that it won't be raining at all. The grey clouds were turning already to black clouds, but it became so thin that you could look through to the sky, you could just feel it. Everywhere this time was eventually becoming whole new fresh to me again, but this time I could see things more clearly.
You walked alongside the three-floors-buildings, you looked through each window and saw a family. A warm sweet home, no luxury, no cars, but different colors of their light bulbs combined into the scene in front of your eyes. You said how wonderful light is. You heard you could never draw it down. You thought you could never catch it. You knew you could never remember it.
Through the long silent walkway, you've never been there before. You could sometimes see people walking towards you or passing you, but you couldn't see their faces, it's just that you have short-sighted. You could feel the wind and air touching you all the way, sometimes gently pushing you forward to the small pier they want you to go, sometimes stronger that could mess your hair up or even got you a bit cool. You could see dogs running to somewhere, came out from no where. You could hear cows inside the trees moaning, maybe they were hungry, or we interrupted their dreams.
You sat down in the tip of the little pier, in front of you was the 180-degree of sea view. Behind you was the narrow road you came, and that someone might occasionally came without sound, they might have killed you from behind! So you sometimes looked back, and you'll see a low mountain behind, and a place looked like being abandoned. Like you. Like you being abandoned by the society, the group of the classmates around you, being dumped by the basketball as well. You looked back and you see the reason you worked hard, why you went back hiking, why you made yourself so black and tired, why you went outdoor, why you start biking on roads and highways, why you do extreme sports and won't stops. By that you can empty your mind, you can be not alone, you can release. And after that, you will be exhausted and dirty, and that is when you will love home for the first time of the week.
Half an hour before you have to go back to catch the last ferry back to the damned central.
Or you might need to wait until 3 at midnight to catch the first ferry on the next day. You will be killed. Scientist say that you will die 10 times if you lost the ferry. Here I thought of 10 ways I might get murdered.
1. Being stabbed from behind
2. Being thrown to the sea
3. Being choked to death with M&M
4. Being eaten by dogs
5. Being locked inside the abandoned industry and scared to death
6. Losing a fight with a group of local teenagers
7. Suffering from storm, wind and rain
8. Starving and thirst
9. You would just found me missing in the newspaper
10. Most scary, being killed by one look
You looked at the sea and you faced your life. You thought of your blog and how much you've been walk through your life with it. It is your mind, you observe and concluded, it is just adventures and sadness.
Just look back to the first articles and come back here, and you see differences. It is not how your language improves, it is just the confident inside your writings. It is all because you have always written your life down, sometimes you have to force yourself to step further. At the end, you can do it.
Same apply for your emotion and the ways of thinking.
I started to writing tragedies for a long time, maybe it is easier to express. But that I got used to thinking of it, and my life is missing happiness and hope, leaving sadness and conflicts, darkness and confusions. It is even in this article.
This is the nature of the blog, we get to know people by the blog usually, you will know why people get their different personally when they are writing. Because this is what they are used to do, used to think, used to write about. This is one of the writer's world.
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
Lemon Tree
Lemon Tree
Peter, Paul & Mary
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