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Friday, June 19, 2009


《喜帖街》

《喜帖街》去年唱到家喻户晓。看似一首幸福洋溢的歌，但歌曲的主题思想是离婚。作词人绝笔不提离婚，却以幸福的象征反讽的方式带出了当日的好时光。
歌词充满画面感。作词人很擅长把感情赋予中立的一些物体上。从文学角度，这是一种意象。当我第一次读歌词时，脑海里浮现了mv应该怎么拍的念头。荒凉的一条街，豪宅筑满，但却只有女主角一个人。镜头看到的是带青绿色的，有点暗淡，也有点清新。街面有些风，白色废纸飞散满地。红色喜帖在绿色镜头显得带点褐色。空荡荡住宅包好透明塑料 ，女主角一脸茫然……笔者的想象与实例有好大的不同。
特别喜爱副歌的部分。写的很细腻，‘喜帖金箔印着那位他’委婉得来很得体。不提名字，不提身份免得勾起伤心回忆。后来那句经典的排比‘小餐枱沙发雪柜及两份红茶’都是很典型的一些生活上的一部分。普遍的物象却是感情由盛到衰的最忠实的见证者，写得很讽刺。
这首歌剖析的角度不在于离婚是谁的错。笔者认为，感情上出现的问题很难说是单方面的错。没什么根据，只是偏面的主观想法。言归正题，这不是一首绝对的悲歌。为什么呢？离婚嘛，搬家这些都显得很怕人。可是歌曲的一些细节如‘忘掉钟过的花’、‘大概不需要害怕’和‘请放下手里那锁匙好吗’。这些都是些鼓励的话。希望女主角能熬得过来。
演唱者与女主角又有什么关系呢？她们可能是朋友，演唱者在鼓励女主角。但是更深入一层地看，唱的内容过于细腻，角度过于个人化。笔者因此猜测两者是同一人。如果真的是如此，看来女主角更能渡过难关了，因为她懂得鼓励自己。
为什么我这么喜欢这首歌呢？ 意境不同，身份不同，背景不同，但歌中的一些细微部分点出了我当下有点矛盾的情绪。
附上歌词：
《喜帖街》
忘掉种过的花重新的出发放弃理想吧
别再看尘封的喜帖你正在要搬家
筑得起人应该接受都有日倒下
其实没有一种安稳快乐永远也不差

就似这一区曾经称得上美满甲天下
但霎眼全街的单位快要住满乌鸦
好景不会每日常在天梯不可只往上爬
爱的人没有一生一世吗大概不需要害怕

忘掉爱过的他当初的喜帖金箔印着那位他
裱起婚纱照那道墙及一切美丽旧年华
明日同步拆下
忘掉有过的家小餐枱沙发雪柜及两份红茶
温馨的光境不过借出到期拿回吗
等不到下一代是吗


忘掉砌过的沙回忆的堡垒刹那已倒下
面对这浮起的荒土你注定学会潇洒
阶砖不会拒绝磨蚀窗花不可幽禁落霞
有感情就会一生一世吗又再婉惜有用吗

忘掉爱过的他当初的喜帖金箔印着那位他
裱起婚纱照那道墙及一切美丽旧年华
明日同步拆下
忘掉有过的家小餐枱沙发雪柜及两份红茶
温馨的光境不过借出到期拿回吗
终须会时辰到别怕
请放下手里那锁匙好吗

AmenedIn the name of Jesus;
in the name of Jesus; 10:02 PM


Tuesday, June 16, 2009


那封信在一个月后会把她带走。
时间开始倒数。



挥手那一刻是微笑着的。好像退伍的老兵为新兵加油似的。
战场上的一切正在慢慢地颓废。当兵的不能有杂念，一日在战场，就要为所信念的做出维护。

珍重
我们有缘再聚

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AmenedIn the name of Jesus;
in the name of Jesus; 11:46 PM



"Gary Gilmore shot a motel clerk in Provo, Utah. He was arrested, convicted and sentenced to be shot before a firing squad. When this news became public, the country went into an uproar over the issue of captital punishment. there was a great outpouring of concern over whether he should be executed. The Supreme court was petitioned to say his execution, the American Civil Liberties filed a class action suit, and religious group held all-night prayer vigils. Yet out of the millions of people in the United States, to my knowledge not one person ever offered to take his place. Nobody said, "Let me take the bullets."

John 15:13 "Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one's life for one's friend."

He did by being the example.
John 3:16 "For God so love the world that He gave His one and only Son that whoever that believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life."

Everyone needs a saviour!

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AmenedIn the name of Jesus;
in the name of Jesus; 11:36 PM


Thursday, June 11, 2009


叶浩林

今天匆匆忙忙地把他送到樟宜机场，匆匆忙忙作了点手续，工作人员迫不及待把他送入砸，他就这样离开新加坡了。

大概两年前，叶浩林懵懵懂懂地来到了新加坡。当时他才十四岁。他来自香港，是英文文盲。
两年后，他充满焦虑地回香港，十六岁不到，却被自己冠上‘失败’而归，因为他仍是个英文文盲。

当时，母亲的一番心意想把儿子送到新加坡念书。做儿子的当时的确还小，心里是不想离开的，却为了顺其母意离乡背井，到一个拥有同样肤色却不同语言的国家。机缘巧合，他住进了我们宿舍，我也因此认识了他。

印象中他不是个勤劳的学生，常常缺课。可是，我总觉得，他并不想这样的。他不善于表达，逃学是他在无效的教育学府中迷失了方向。和你我一样，他也是曾经有理想的人。他的理想死在语言不同，死在与父母之间隔阂，死在颓废中。

这一次他回去，感觉不太好。我为他担心，为他祈祷。希望他走到了谷底能有转机。
他说，这是一个以两年时间和几十万买回来的教训。
我说，教训中如果还未能学到什么，就真的是浪费。

浩林，振作起来吧！
别‘衰’给我看

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AmenedIn the name of Jesus;
in the name of Jesus; 11:16 PM


Sunday, June 7, 2009


(Meant it to be in Chinese, but for some reason, the computer that I am using just can't let me type Chinese characters)

2 weeks in KL

Or rather within the radius of 50km of it. I've been in PJ and Puchong to be exact. Just want to record some of the interesting things that has happened within this brief stay in this place.

1) My brother's hospitalisation (or maybe later)
On 28th, the soccer-final night, he was supposed to be hospitalised. Doctor gave him permission to come home for the night. He spent it well by watching the match between Manchester United and Barcelona, alone. I discouraged him and he complied partially by watching only the 2nd half. A disappointing lose for Manchester die hard fan.

2) The irresponsible cabby
It was horrendous, but not surprising. The cabby overcharged us with a condescending tone, and the ultimate was to leave my limping brother and I about 500m away from his apartment. Traffic Jam was his excuse.
Excuse me!!!

3) The talk with my cousins.
We were real tired, but as the topic went on, it became more and more interesting. We talked about personality. Talked about different perspective looking at one person. And I've known something more about myself. I am still in the process of getting to know myself.

4) Stay in hospital
It was first class. My brother was happy with the doctor, of course he would. This was his second operation, it was less painful, less scar, and he could move his legs the second day of the operation.
We had another bed fixed in the room and I slept there with him for several nighs. Boring, but what an experience.

5) Staying in Puchong
No internet, no sports channel on Astro, no transport, and what worse was that I forgor to get my line roamed. So it was a good time of interacting with my aunt, my 2nd aunt. She had another 2 grandchildren who would be visiting her on a daily basis. I got acquainted with the younger brother as we talked about Ben 10 and Avatar Aang. He gave me a hug before I left. He is a smart boy!

6) Wrapping zong zi.
1st time ever. I made 3, or rather, I touched 3. Not bad for a beginner, my aunt said I passed since none of the 3 spilled while being cooked.Yay

7) making dumpling
I start to get confused with the word dumpling, what I meant here was sui jiao, not zong zi. Made it with cousins for my brother, not the first time, but it is as fun as ever.

8)Chee Theng.
I met him before, but we never talked. He is my grandaunt's grandson. How far is that, but we met on facebook after his adding spree...Another wonder of facebook.

9) Dino and Juno
Dino, is my cousin, my 2nd aunt's youngest son, and he recently had a daughter, Juno.
My aunt said that both of their name means Pig's brain. How interesting

I guess that's all for now.
Thanks for various host in this place. Thanks 2nd Aunt, 2nd uncle, mum and dad, brothers, cousins(this covers a lot of people) and the rest.

AmenedIn the name of Jesus;
in the name of Jesus; 12:26 AM