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我的迷思, 寻寻觅觅, 在回眸间, 在枕边, 拥抱在怀里的那一点.TZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15764411733205933946noreply@blogger.comBlogger2354125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13506545.post-89026991451552731082024-03-02T18:30:00.000+08:002024-03-02T18:30:29.376+08:00Longing<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7fYebDZ7XZuHmwO7fRmhfu8Kk6h62s7GSASfbG2EtItuvOU32JjYr8MsKXQ3TKlV4Dkk9a9-v_yqEBZYycU7myRNqW97e_iUtTcZf1mm-eEBpoRWvV2UftJiWkCR4tkzGzqd4K9So83WljHu33yOMolIbx_Zq_cVs9ob4jR32Yfxi8cDqHEqx/s3304/IMG_0458.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3304" data-original-width="1526" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7fYebDZ7XZuHmwO7fRmhfu8Kk6h62s7GSASfbG2EtItuvOU32JjYr8MsKXQ3TKlV4Dkk9a9-v_yqEBZYycU7myRNqW97e_iUtTcZf1mm-eEBpoRWvV2UftJiWkCR4tkzGzqd4K9So83WljHu33yOMolIbx_Zq_cVs9ob4jR32Yfxi8cDqHEqx/s320/IMG_0458.JPG" width="148" /></a></div>Today is a typical bored day for me, watching Singapore weather turning warmer each day to say the least.<p></p><p>Pass by overhead bridge after my meal and some sweet young call me from behind the escalator,</p><p>“叔叔!”</p><p>Wei what 叔叔! :(</p><p>Point her to the direction of MRT and kuto her head with my eye.</p><p><br /></p><p>Guess I want say I am finally starting to feel my age, this is loneliness.</p><p><br /></p><p>I missed you.</p>TZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15764411733205933946noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13506545.post-67830326369014648132024-02-28T19:48:00.001+08:002024-03-02T18:30:50.259+08:00Call of Junglers<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXqCPaiXRy_V_xFVcRIoPBkRZCdbYfWrkRYoKBkFRXVW2RqYQ97CNaEBxc4745zIOQx-dt1QoAYJEv8xbXr-rUrPBCvVPF_mWO7cg-Kz-nqw_eaE96diWW3Yu8x_r_oTEu3viA1rSBO90bCfnCW_-khyphenhyphenfRMhQP5UAk6z7n0RumeVfeZdAIf-GI/s4032/IMG_0422.HEIC" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXqCPaiXRy_V_xFVcRIoPBkRZCdbYfWrkRYoKBkFRXVW2RqYQ97CNaEBxc4745zIOQx-dt1QoAYJEv8xbXr-rUrPBCvVPF_mWO7cg-Kz-nqw_eaE96diWW3Yu8x_r_oTEu3viA1rSBO90bCfnCW_-khyphenhyphenfRMhQP5UAk6z7n0RumeVfeZdAIf-GI/s320/IMG_0422.HEIC" width="240" /></a></div>We are almost ready to take on the Baron, to explore the great unknown.<p></p><p>We wish you can come with us to the wonderland.</p>TZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15764411733205933946noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13506545.post-61260605493835388932024-02-27T18:55:00.000+08:002024-02-27T18:55:25.079+08:00Wasn't it obvious<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijJaROONzraaKdsxjWtpSGuKW3wniNtEbyZPh22XnRmpmwoiRP8jEtKQtKsVgBH6_lZR9_nnxJySgaXZfxQLfPjz0s5L3Gk1KOXFTEwtDUxVJE9VRDpIRiPS0I4hH4AFf5XWTv7qjhIZa6lPw4UvcEZgQCQo96HE2jpF4yTV90KXVL_ctqNwOc/s2079/IMG_0412.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2079" data-original-width="960" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijJaROONzraaKdsxjWtpSGuKW3wniNtEbyZPh22XnRmpmwoiRP8jEtKQtKsVgBH6_lZR9_nnxJySgaXZfxQLfPjz0s5L3Gk1KOXFTEwtDUxVJE9VRDpIRiPS0I4hH4AFf5XWTv7qjhIZa6lPw4UvcEZgQCQo96HE2jpF4yTV90KXVL_ctqNwOc/s320/IMG_0412.PNG" width="148" /></a></div>I almost spill my, plain water.<p></p><p><br /></p><p>Well, at least they have a sense of humor.</p><p><br /></p><p>I was just trying to probe the lizard brain, didn't believe it actually works.</p><p><br /></p><p>Laugh of my day..</p>TZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15764411733205933946noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13506545.post-40597800261504008022024-01-24T19:50:00.006+08:002024-02-05T20:03:14.117+08:00Stormy delivery<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpaQldfAsXHCxpgk2sc5W9BXO_cgHfpjm7KsWcUAsFmHgAarx6Cxn1YCjd0s5pR-3NUNZhblLC6Pk3ICJHv949MoOuiWC-1wOPPEFd7C2NHCc2Yg1kvXe22ACDpD7sAx3tri2RFb0ebzovAIT9RUFi8WJq_toef7ml3CPbKezAeKSmhZa6OuZQ/s4032/IMG_0216.HEIC" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="148" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpaQldfAsXHCxpgk2sc5W9BXO_cgHfpjm7KsWcUAsFmHgAarx6Cxn1YCjd0s5pR-3NUNZhblLC6Pk3ICJHv949MoOuiWC-1wOPPEFd7C2NHCc2Yg1kvXe22ACDpD7sAx3tri2RFb0ebzovAIT9RUFi8WJq_toef7ml3CPbKezAeKSmhZa6OuZQ/w106-h148/IMG_0216.HEIC" width="106" /></a></div>Stormy night, bought dinner for 4 on the way home. I was thinking about whether will this become a testament for my children, and is this how parents try to teach unconditional love to their sons and daughters.<p></p><p>And yes, I will now try to start writing again, even if no one is reading. </p>TZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15764411733205933946noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13506545.post-8121026829375823012015-01-21T21:38:00.000+08:002015-01-21T21:38:15.361+08:00红灯高照<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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新加坡的黄色行业,好像人体的癌细胞扩散一样,不,应当说是开枝源流,现在已经来到了我们的左邻右社。<br />
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诸君可能认为这是可喜可贺,方便嘛!不过在这里,这个问题可大可小。<br />
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我很想说些调笑的话,却不知道哪里可笑,心里一直在笑,可是却不知道在笑些什么,苦笑到了极点,全世界没有一个漫画家可以把它表达出来。<br />
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。。。。 可能新加坡已经五十岁了,时候到了。TZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15764411733205933946noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13506545.post-43860524065508035652014-08-20T17:55:00.001+08:002014-08-20T17:55:57.376+08:00民众树<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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最近有所领悟,并发现,新加坡生长在密集组屋群间的树木,因为开枝散叶,许多枝叶不能自顾的接近居民的窗户,这些子弟们都难逃被截断的命运,纷纷被剪的剪、砍的砍,然后被丢弃的草地上,等待大自然把它们吸收、消化、回返大尘土。<br />
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我经过时望着东一丛、西一堆的残柳败枝,仿佛听到它们无声的挣扎。<br />
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这情景在我脑海徘徊不散,勾画出民众的心声。我国的各种制度固燃接近完美,但却不能完美的治理日渐开明的人民,我们不要国家只顾繁华,一味的只往单一方向发展,我们要能纵横东西,不要只能向上。<br />
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我们要一个讲人情的社会,不要只谈利害的邻里。<br />
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我们要一个重能力品格的社团,不要只谈裙带文凭的团体。<br />
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要能达民生的领袖,不要只求自身功利的政客。<br />
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TZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15764411733205933946noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13506545.post-12694482351502363852014-08-01T15:12:00.001+08:002014-08-01T15:15:01.946+08:00乡间、小岛、双轮亲子会兴所至,我们长途跋涉的去到樟宜码头,再坐小柴船到久违了的乌敏岛。<br />
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因为胤熙与信芊刚学会骑脚踏车,我们又募名岛上乡村气息,不迟劳苦而行。<br />
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孩子们都对短短几十分钟的海航不胜兴奋,小昀深犹为如迷,整个航程中一直注视着船外的海、天、飞禽们,仿佛进入了另一世界。<br />
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不时,到达目的地,见到岛上风光依旧,左一群在海滩嬉戏的华人游客、右一群自顾言笑的学生,与懒洋洋的岛上居民成对比,给小岛增添许多生气。热闹当儿,我也不觉得感到一股神清气爽,心想这是不是小岛上平常的一天。连平时不苟言笑的妻也眼带笑意,初时我提意到这里的阴霾也一扫而空。<br />
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我们没有花很长时间游览码头周围景色。老大、二、小女和我很快的就来到脚车店铺外,选好了探索的脚车,准备出发。妻和小宝不适合参与,则会留下四处逛逛,寻访民情。老二和小女花了点时间熟练脚车后,我们沿着唯一不知名的路跑着跑着,不算长,么许就到了我们的第一站,在矿湖旁小歇片刻,留影几度,又继续前进。<br />
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整个行程有许多小惊险,迷路、翻车、攀险坡等,停了不少站、喝了许多汽水、拍照又拍照,最难得的,是父子女们说说笑笑,谈天说地,一路上亲情交流,不胜喜悦。<br />
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到最后也没人介意飞虫的骚扰,真真正正的流连忘返。<br />
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读者若有兴趣,可到我面谱上的相簿一缆。笔者就此结笔。<br />
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<a href="https://www.facebook.com/davidasl/media_set?set=a.10204576569517223.1073741828.1323594980&type=1&notif_t=like" target="_blank">连结相簿</a>。<br />
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我努力的回想第一次学脚踏车时用了多久的时间。有没有特别的心里障碍、心情怎样、对谁印象深刻等等。记得当年,不知道脚踏车是不是奢侈品,只知道不常见,往往是几个小孩共用一辆,轮流骑着,在初代没房没厅组屋区、相互连贯的摩登五脚机,来回奔驰。<br />
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追逐野猫,追逐着童年的欢乐。<br />
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依稀记得,童年好友把持着脚踏车尾,助我学车。他在我没注意时就忽然放开了手。没刻、又在我后面远处叫我。我还记得回头时见到他已经再没扶住车尾,那种感觉、词穷唉。<br />
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回过神时,已把脚踏车刹停在离大阴沟几寸的地方。<br />
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现在我教导自己的孩子们踏脚车,一切反一般传统的教导方式,没顾忌逻辑与安全,只教他们凭身心的感觉,怂恿、放胆、加速,也没先教会刹车。<br />
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但看他们没两个钟就学会了,不自觉为得自己的教导方式,感到自豪。<br />
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这一次父亲子女的双轮亲情聚会,堪称完美矣。<br />
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<a href="https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?v=10204499144141637">William learns to cycle</a>TZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15764411733205933946noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13506545.post-74562101813083938212014-07-07T16:17:00.000+08:002014-07-07T16:18:05.812+08:00夜间的零零星星昨天零时,乘着妻与老小已入眠,启动释放肚子里的饿魔谗嘴猫,到厨房挖出了点心。心想一面看着喜爱的美国电视剧,一面独享着这罪恶的仪式。<br />
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我临睡前的仪式。<br />
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就在我打开点心发出悉索声时,老小像小猫一样,一声不发的坐起,然后飞快的下床,又飞快的来到我面前,伸出他的小手,直指着我的点心直说,<br />
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“嘛嘛,嘛嘛。”<br />
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哇,非常灵的鼻子,有其父必有其子。妻也笑了。TZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15764411733205933946noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13506545.post-55054269569617381922014-06-25T13:24:00.000+08:002014-06-25T13:25:24.511+08:00寂了四周有各种各样的声音,小孩大声的要求妈妈买那可爱的玩具、孟加拉客工细声对印尼女工的情话、保险经纪信心满满的<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 16px; line-height: 30px;">销售声</span>、还有、孤独男女的心跳声。<br />
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小昀深的脾气有如石头般,没有感觉到抱在怀里的那份温暖,就一直表现烦躁,不肯入睡。<br />
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二哥虽也累了,却愿意让小昀深躺在身上,以此身暖他身,并守着他,护着他。<br />
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大家也累了,回家的路愈显的远。<br />
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没什么留意大家脸上的表情,不过我可是一步一春意。TZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15764411733205933946noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13506545.post-58431916274672226832014-06-11T13:43:00.001+08:002014-06-11T13:43:33.867+08:00信芊的小草<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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当你整夜凝视着撒下的种子,会发现它一吋一吋的在长大。生气勃勃的,它从不理会将要面对的风雨,也无视于周围的荆棘,只管勇往直前,一无反顾。<br />
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这是小女信芊栽种的小草,她要我帮忙照料,我对栽植没兴趣,也没心得,不过不忍拂她心意,就插下了一根小木枝,扶直那纤弱的小草,再用细微的线把它们小心奕奕串的串联在一起,看着那细腻又笔直的小花,以及小女儿喜悦的表情,我不期然的笑了。<br />
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过后小女儿告诉我这叫洛神花。我很难想象它会由浅绿而长成红彤彤的样子,仿佛长大成人的少女,脱掉稚气,向世间展露娇媚。<br />
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我期待。<br />
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思绪慢慢的到了若干年后,当我们望着血红的玫瑰花茶。会不会感叹?生命,往往是抱着希望,不停的在争扎,追逐着自由;却往往带着遗憾,慢慢的老去,逝去。TZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15764411733205933946noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13506545.post-9537623979336872622014-06-03T17:44:00.000+08:002014-06-11T13:44:07.421+08:00冬眠的时候到了沉睡了五个月的大灰熊刚好遇见了路过的甘地,饿昏了所以问道:<br />
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"善良的先知啊,我几个月没吃没喝了,你能不能施舍施舍一下给点食物?"<br />
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甘地正色说: "你能吃时不吃,选择睡觉,现在是春天,到处都是东西吃,你身强体徤,不思考如何解决自己的问题,却到处叫人家帮助你."<br />
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大灰熊不大高兴, "我睡觉是环境所逼,是为了我们熊之一族能走更远更长的路,并不是懦弱或没有骨气!"<br />
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甘地说: "我为大众而禁食,衣食不足,企求人民能就此而清醒,那是我自己要走的路,难道要到处要求人民为我铺路?"<br />
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"你为了你的一族而尽心,到头来却只会要求一族人为你而付出,这是自我为中心的表现."<br />
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了解别人的苦难,说出来并不够,要独自承受这些苦难,解决它们,再把功劳归功于受苦的他们,是为英雄.<br />
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You, my friend, are not a hero, but a hungry bear.<br />
你不是英雄,只不过是一只饥渴的大灰熊.<br />
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注: 笔者什少评论人事,但往往见血,看吧.TZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15764411733205933946noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13506545.post-83480332488372522552014-06-03T13:21:00.002+08:002014-06-11T13:43:55.747+08:00五彩缤纷的新城新加坡人肯定喜欢彩虹,从颜色鲜艳的吉蒂猫,到张灯结彩的乌节路,每一种能凃上颜色的东东,都看得出来。<br />
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大芭窑屋顶反政府,不,反政党的涂鸦也是一种积极的表达。 只可惜不是画得很好。<br />
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写这一篇时恰逢端午节,办公的地方纷纷有斑蓝叶包着糯米的食品出现,难以入口,不知为何物。 我虽然<a href="http://www.itz.im/2009/01/blog-post.html">一向不甚欣赏屈原</a>,不过传统的棕子,可爱吃的很,但对加入鲍鱼的, 我可不敢恭谓。<br />
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彩虹在新加坡是不多见,常见的倒是彩虹的爱情观,红色的肉体情欲,粉红色的同性之恋,黑色的自恋,灰色的多角爱情,以及白色的男女之情。<br />
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你的子女会选择什么颜色?TZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15764411733205933946noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13506545.post-12743382325164726482014-05-29T14:35:00.005+08:002014-06-11T13:44:33.872+08:00清新的署光今天早上起得特别早, 挨着窗把窗帘打开, 看见阳光在迎接我, 它懒洋洋, 又任性的挂在窗前, 欲迎还拒, 令人有点不舍.<br />
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好像多情的少女在试图温暖大地一样。<br />
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大地无动于衷。<br />
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我不禁怀念念起青春, 当我还在热恋着太阳的那一段日子. 我责备树木, 为何能无视于如此无私的付出。从此我更加爱太阳。就算有时它晒得我晕头转向。就算它从来没有对我说出一句话.<br />
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重逢时, 我一直想着它在远方的日子, 是不是一样这样子的付出, 是不是一样这样子的沉默.<br />
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不要在找了, 专心的为自己燃烧,你是值得的.<br />
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“盖将自其变者而观之,则天地曾不能一瞬;自其不变者而观之,则物与我皆无尽也,而又何羡乎?”TZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15764411733205933946noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13506545.post-67450715909670304672012-12-19T00:31:00.001+08:002014-06-11T13:44:47.016+08:00作做写真人渐渐的老去,才发现收藏在脑袋的回忆也逐渐逝去,怎么找也找不到。这是痴呆的开端,还是精神开始反扑归真,去芜存菁?过去发黄了了的青春热忱,不知散落在哪角落,掬不起,寻不着。生活中一点一滴,像镜湖一样清澈宜然,偶尔飞来蜻蜓点水,不时倒影闲鹤归帆,乐而不淫,哀而不伤。<br />
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是该买笔记本了。越是不想写,越是写不出,越是不写出,越是想不写。<br />
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想写些关于世界的大事, 像大家报导新闻一样, 煞有介事。偏偏许许多多真实的事,都不为人道,不堪入目, 永远也不能令人信服。<br />
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想写感人的话,可以触动你的心房。像世纪大裁缝师那样,在心中描绘彩霞,再把它裁剪成霓裳,让人落泪,不让人褪下。<br />
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有没有快乐的事,能让我笔动而忘怀,能让老儿女们阅而雀雀欲动,纸载而飞扬,墨沾而明亮?让我把它们一一写下,为我们每日都伏在背上的家担,妈妈提在腰间两百多日的心肝,添一点欢畅。<br />
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有没有梦,数万年已经在奔腾的那种,烈火熔岩,残道暴政也不能淹没的那一种?我要刻写,让夜未瞑周神也匆匆而来,给先人来人后人枕脚绣一抹香,等他们拈着,拿捏成花,牵扯成缘,在千千万万的微灯光下。我们可以凝视着它。<br />
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有歌吗?我们吸吸嚼嚼,嚼嚼吸吸,仍旧忘不了的那一 首。我们从书上把它偷偷摸摸的抄下来,一直挂在咀边,直到物转星移,儿女成堂,仍然会在听雨时哼起的那一首。<br />
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乘着越来越凉的夜,把它们写下来。<br />
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<br />TZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15764411733205933946noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13506545.post-53459825418717112892012-10-10T17:24:00.001+08:002012-10-10T17:29:46.470+08:00我诗乌衣巷朱雀桥<br />
野草花<br />
乌衣巷<br />
夕阳斜<br />
历时文家燕<br />
草草冢林间<br />
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TZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15764411733205933946noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13506545.post-27962492648083054652012-09-18T12:10:00.001+08:002012-09-18T12:30:00.265+08:00在电话上写一首诗在电话上写一首诗<br />
不理会世态炎凉<br />
不管骄阳它气度嚣张<br />
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在冷却的咖啡里加一把糖<br />
掩住苦涩<br />
掩不住遐想<br />
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此地没有彩虹<br />
没有雨后青鸟的轻唱<br />
甚至没有<br />
悲伤<br />
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只有滚滚尘埃<br />
飞扬<br />
落在<br />
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(午后闲时不胜寂寥、随笔。)<br />
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TZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15764411733205933946noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13506545.post-41279069934527346582012-05-07T22:55:00.002+08:002012-05-07T22:55:52.988+08:00还愿<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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人生一开场就已无条件的接受了许多的祝福。<br />
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世间可圈可点的善,国家的安定,父母的爱,我们继承了不少美好的事物。<br />
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我们没有欠这世界什么,因为那是无条件的。<br />
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像父母的爱一样。<br />
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一些能偿还的,在怀抱里,在枕边,伸手可及的,在门后的点点滴滴,在餐桌上的零零星星,把它们像灌溉花草般,细心的浇铸下去。<br />
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然后我们祈愿,让一切平和由这里开始。<br />
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生日快乐!妈妈与胤熙。TZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15764411733205933946noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13506545.post-53320209768738303022012-03-27T12:30:00.000+08:002012-03-27T12:30:01.893+08:00How many locals company are helping our Ministers hit their KPII watched yesterday channel 8 news, and I read about it on Today this morning.<br />
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The thing is this, I cannot get this out of my mind so I am going to blunt it out here.<br />
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Quote: "The PSD....Blah blah "a direct link" more blah, and the social-economic progress of average- and lower-income..blah blah.."<br />
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What it says is this, since I have helped you guys increase your wages, I deserve the bonus.<br />
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That's true.<br />
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However, it is interesting to find out that many company did not give out a pay increment overnight. In fact, what many manufacturing firm did is this. For any Singaporean worker that has a salary of $650 or lower, and who prefer no OT, was persuade to clock their overtime till it reaches $850. Hence the pay increment<br />
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Looks very nice on the book.<br />
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That's not all. They made this a SOP for all new employment. So they can hire more foreigner.<br />
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So now this particular group of Singaporean rejoices making more money, and working longer hour, as well as remembering the fact that they help our Minister achieve their KPI.<br />
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My silly thought. Lets wait for 2016.TZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15764411733205933946noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13506545.post-34710294139648295502012-03-23T23:41:00.001+08:002012-03-23T23:42:18.015+08:00半生瓜如果每一个人的味觉,就有如小孩子一样,那么苦瓜永远也不会有机会成为我们桌子的菜肴。它只能孤孤单单的吊在枝头上,任年华老去,抱着那本来已经其貌不扬的瓜身,一代一代不停的枯萎,而无人问津。<div><br /></div><div>我第一次见到它,是在五岁时某一个晚餐的餐桌上。我从清澈的汤里把那天青色的花瓣捞起,妈妈就把它介绍给我,说什么清热解暑,对牙齿有益。我想都不想就把它放进口里,咬了几咬。</div><div><br /></div><div>这是什么味!?</div><div><br /></div><div>妈妈嘴边含笑,看着我不停的往桌上呸呸呸,然后略有深意对我说:“等你长大就不苦了,现在你还吃不起苦。”</div><div><br /></div>多年以后,也不知道什么时候开始,吃进咀里的苦瓜不再苦,反而带有淡淡的甘香味。有如父亲的情,多年之后,方才体会出其中的用心良苦。<br /><br />为人父后,常常在餐桌上想起第一次吃苦瓜的味道。那一份中人欲呕的味道。现在变成了亲切,独一无二的家香味。它有如你在冷暖人生中体会的世情,又有如在你生命里匆匆来去的朋友,苦涩却不难咽,伴着一丝丝的领悟。<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>笔后到网上一游,发现原来已有一首名为“苦瓜”的歌,词里的意境竟然不约而同。可见凡文学之人都心有灵犀。献给热爱友情,肯为朋友牺牲的人。</div><br /><iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/UdWlBBqiC7I" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe>TZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15764411733205933946noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13506545.post-36168938384470667342012-03-01T00:11:00.004+08:002012-03-01T01:02:16.645+08:00清蒸新加坡华人有句话,叫做天不作美。比喻老天,不,少天就像一个顽皮的小孩,总是爱跟你捣蛋。你要太阳,他就乌云满天,你想凉快一下,他偏一直给你泼冷水。<div><br /></div><div>新加坡近来的雨,就好像憋了太久的狗。走到那儿,放一堆,又走到另一头,再放一堆。</div><div><br /></div><div>简直就是典型的天有不测风云。</div><div><br /></div><div>几分钟的雨飘飘,像守财饱发户的零钱施舍,落在地上叮叮当当,连乞丐也不屑一顾,不需一刻钟就给太阳带走了。弥漫在空气中的水精灵,等待着,无情的钻入过路人的身子。</div><div><br /></div><div>像魔法陷阱一样。</div><div><br /></div><div>我突发奇想,能不能在这样的气候中清蒸一条鱼呢?</div><div><br /></div><div>发呆时,天黑了。</div><div><br /></div><div>鱼也走光了。</div><div><br /></div><div>《<span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 宋体; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: -webkit-auto; ">明·方孝儒《送龚彦佐序》:“夫禄之以天下而系马千驷,常人思以其身易之而不可得,而伊尹不屑一顾视焉。”》</span></div>TZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15764411733205933946noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13506545.post-72091580875141793682012-02-08T23:15:00.004+08:002012-02-08T23:36:59.394+08:00DIY Chinese flashcards with Google Translate<iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fuZpUV0f_Wg?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><br />I know there are Chinese flashcards apps for iPhone out there, but nothing gives you the kick out of Do It Yourself with just your fingertip. <div><br /></div><div>First download Google Translate.</div><div><br /></div><div>Then use it to translate Chinese to Chinese, or whatever.</div><div><br /></div><div>Now turn your iPhone side-way and snap the screen.</div><div><br /></div><div>There you go, a Chinese word flashcard in your photo album. I understand teaching Chinese is tough in Singapore, especially after decades of brainwash from English cultured society.</div><div><br /></div><div>Hope this is useful.</div><div><br /></div><div>Youtube link: <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fuZpUV0f_Wg"><i>How I teach my kids Chinese using iPhone</i></a></div>TZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15764411733205933946noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13506545.post-20770223510405497092012-02-08T13:35:00.001+08:002012-02-12T17:44:19.709+08:00My fruit, Your branches, His root是我掀起了追逐的浪潮<br />
绿叶依附着树枝<br />
苦涩的泥巴味<br />
却为何无法<br />
从根处传到枝头<br />
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是我卷起了人云亦云<br />
遥远东方而来的云集<br />
昏暗又污浊<br />
已经面貌全非<br />
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是我为了摆脱剑锋<br />
而每日来到这里<br />
我是逃离战场的剑客<br />
没刺出的那一剑<br />
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现在不知刺往何方<br />
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TZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15764411733205933946noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13506545.post-26769677005015976102012-02-02T17:13:00.001+08:002012-02-02T17:33:02.148+08:00Your stem cells are drugs and sugar is as bad as tobaccoAnd, A student at Eagle Rock Junior High won first prize at Science Fair by proving H2O is dangerous chemical.<br />
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I tell you, nowadays science can almost prove anything just by hypothesis. <br />
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You wait, one day it will prove that devil actually exist in lamb chop..<br />
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