想念你的笑
想念你的外套
想念你白色袜子
和你身上的味道
我想念你的吻
和手指淡淡烟草味道
记忆中曾被爱的味道
味道，辛晓琪
2.3.09
23.2.09
16.2.09
tomorrow
tomorrow,
the sun won't rise
birds will stay put in their nests
rushing waves will fight the tides,
silently blending into ocean's ends
the winds will still
the rivers cease to flow
silence will sink heavy on us
and you and i won't know that
you would not wake and i would not stir
stones like our hearts will fail to fear
i would not speak nor would you hear
tomorrow, when the end is near
the sun won't rise
birds will stay put in their nests
rushing waves will fight the tides,
silently blending into ocean's ends
the winds will still
the rivers cease to flow
silence will sink heavy on us
and you and i won't know that
you would not wake and i would not stir
stones like our hearts will fail to fear
i would not speak nor would you hear
tomorrow, when the end is near
13.2.09
8.2.09
untitled
paint me pink, o queen of passion.
draw the wild breeze of day unto us
and after, the still of night
unto my racing soul.
it finds no rest till it finds you,
no pleasure till it lays warm
in your bosom.
and again, queen o'passion, again,
tear down these walls of inhibition,
enter as you may,
unleash and
set me free
draw the wild breeze of day unto us
and after, the still of night
unto my racing soul.
it finds no rest till it finds you,
no pleasure till it lays warm
in your bosom.
and again, queen o'passion, again,
tear down these walls of inhibition,
enter as you may,
unleash and
set me free
27.1.09
quarter life
quarter life. it means i've lived one fourth of my life, or 25 years (assuming i live to a good 100 years). it both scares and comforts me. while i gazed at my ceiling in painful insomnia last night, i thought about this life that i was going to continue living. in the first quarter, up till midnight tonight, i call it soak, where all that i can learn and experience from school, books or people, i absorb.
in the second quarter, in which i will enter in less than an hour, i call it build, where all that i've soaked up in the first quarter, i use to build the next part of my life, keeping in mind that this will result in the harvest i get in the 3rd quarter, which i would like to call reap. and finally, in the last quarter, i'll enjoy.
i'm comforted that all that i could do in my first 25 years, i've done. pursued my education to some decent level, found my homeland, met some of the most amazing people, seen some of the greatest places and artworks...but the apprehension comes in how im going to use what i've learnt to build the rest of my life.what was i going to build?i caught a glimpse of myself at 60 and not having done what i wanted to do; regretting choices i've made...and learning that it's too late.
in the second quarter, in which i will enter in less than an hour, i call it build, where all that i've soaked up in the first quarter, i use to build the next part of my life, keeping in mind that this will result in the harvest i get in the 3rd quarter, which i would like to call reap. and finally, in the last quarter, i'll enjoy.
i'm comforted that all that i could do in my first 25 years, i've done. pursued my education to some decent level, found my homeland, met some of the most amazing people, seen some of the greatest places and artworks...but the apprehension comes in how im going to use what i've learnt to build the rest of my life.what was i going to build?i caught a glimpse of myself at 60 and not having done what i wanted to do; regretting choices i've made...and learning that it's too late.
28.12.08
tis the season to be jolly...what happened?
the wannabe punk rocker, the japanese doll and the ghost.
once upon a time, they were happy.
then the sacred gui hua beancurd spilled on the wannabe punk rocker
and triggered a series of bad omens.
-the end-
once upon a time, they were happy.
then the sacred gui hua beancurd spilled on the wannabe punk rocker
and triggered a series of bad omens.
-the end-
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