Monday, January 31, 2011

Aliran.

Betapa ingin nya ku
Luahkan perasaanku yang terdalam
yang terpendam
yang tidak dapat aku berikan

hanya rasa
yang wujud
bagai satu yang bermakna
dalam alam ini


Tidak dapat didengari
atau dicapai

ku lawan

Saturday, January 29, 2011

Sea Crack.

Into the world I never knew
swim through calmness
without a sound

When time down under
is actually ticking 1/8 slower than air
where the fastest
is also slow motion
when we can see each other
despite the widely defined world
of the underwater

You held my hand
to the seabed
and there it was
a crack
that could fit us two

Then we entered.

Thursday, January 20, 2011

飘。

Float like a feather-

我正想 以我热情的沙漠
迎接你 迎接我的慢跑

然后我以为是
结果是的 只是我钝了

如果你要我做什么
我只想陪着你
在你身边静静的
虽然离你远一点
我其实
一直都想拥抱你

然而
我会
很努力的

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Blue Boy.

My lil blue boy
would you think if I would tip my toes
to have a look of you from the artificial walls?

To imagine how were you to carry on
when you were fighting in the battle
with the colourful expressions that you could use
that actually slip and hide
in your day

That why was it that you were quiet at times
why were you alone
when can I see you
if it is happened to be
upon the calculation of bits
of the universe

And then I see you, my lil blue boy
Like how you always are
mingling with yourself

Was wondering if you saw me
when my waive actually banged the door
having my footsteps drew further
with full conscious
part of the Act, it is

But it doesn't matter
I'm your lil blue girl today, (too)
it so happens

Sunday, January 16, 2011

打开。

可以让我记得你
是 温柔
调皮
强悍
是 稳中
冲动
与 很多感动



上了瘾
有比无法和你分开
一直有你在身旁
并且依然想象你在身旁
不离



若你的味道
我说
残留 在我身上

我是在说

深深爱上你了
亲爱的


Friday, January 14, 2011

Backagain.

When I was sent out to feel as much,
back then.
With the not so prepared shell,
but a very prepared fluid.

Under these huge green pointy roofs,
grande halls with ever familiar faces-

And the ever-dampy underground air that one could taste...



I have never felt so much welcomed to be back,
do things I feel best- and it will still be.
When I hook my eyes to the man,
conducting.

When I pushed my every breath to finish a resonance,
making sure I spit consonance,
wiggle a lil more than the others,
though I may look absurd,
for always trying too hard.

When I turn back, to see the ever together mates,
also the new potentials,
I could not wait to look forward for everything,
everything that could happen.

And what the ears could hear,
was not only the harmonies I'd pursue, forever
but the fluent flow of their very accent,
warming the cold spread of this odd-shaped room,
which is, what I always recalled
of recognizing it is a home.

The voices are enough to tie each of us together,
as if...nothing else mattered.

Why which is,
I can not wait to be back,
more than singing at anywhere else.

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Jason Lo.

I do not know that this is the Jason Lo
that I used to be crazy on his 'Youuu-huuuu's'
back in primary
blasting the music in MTV
feeling like jumping all around the house..

is the one that I interviewed as a CEO
talking about Paramore and their music
sweating around with reporters and lights

and had the cameraman talked about what they used to have in Quickie...

...is actually the same Jason Lo.
(of course, the one I saw in TV and in real life is like...10 years difference?)
I would never have even dream about that.

Aiyoh,
hit me hard.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Scribble.

有一天
你说 文字不再承受得你的思想
我想
你 怎么办


I want to be close to you
Sunrise, sunset,
rises the North,
sets the South.

One day I might just wake up and realize
things I that I never wanted to happen
in front of my eyes
under the warm, bright sun.
In uncertainty, in complications,
in contradictions, between vagueness,
among the scribbles of coal,
dusting the trailed white paper.

Please tell me things are going to be alright.
Please spare me any length of might, that I could carry with.
Please,
I pray.

Sunday, January 9, 2011

Tantrum.

I am the calm blue sea
looking at you
engulfing- slowly.

there was no shore,
but only smudges, of its act.

Come,
lean upon my bosom
let me bring you
to a place
far from here.

Saturday, January 8, 2011

惺忪。

我想我 跳了出去
想要
清醒与你 醉

像有点盲目
可是 你在身边
什么都


说我好久没感受
其实是
与梦对照
你是


无私的太阳
神秘的月
美丽的海洋
幽香的花朵
我可以一直说下去


没有因为
你知道

我会告诉你
:)

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Cherry Blossom.

Cherry blossoms
streaming on my skin

Cherry blossoms
blooming in on the earthy mud pile

Cherry blossoms
planted on her rosy cheeks

Cherry blossoms
hiding within her folded layer of laced,
ankle high socks

Cherry blossoms
embedded in the sea of the red, red cherries

Cherry blossom,
oh my cherry blossom.

Saturday, January 1, 2011

Talk.

I wish that I am gifted,
protected with a might, a will...
that I can make this through.

As much as I want to take your hand
and see the world,
how possibly beautiful things could be,
how we want to do it,
in ways we have always wanted to.

I can say that you are
one that I less think that I will stumble upon.
That is why
I tend to stand on the same spot
having conversations of the detached
and inner one..



'Oh Dindi...
If I only had words
I would say all the beautiful things that I see
When you're with me
oh my Dindi

Oh Dindi...
Like the song of the wind in the trees
That's how my heart is singing Dindi, happy Dindi
When you're with me'