I1U (I Want You)

回家

2011-08-26T10:18:00.006+08:00

回家

小时候，家是我们的快乐天堂；
容纳调皮捣蛋、玩乐无忧的顽童；
长大后，家是我们的避风港；
庇护着厌倦和摧残不堪的归航；
成家后，家是我们的幸福小站；
融合甜蜜及温馨无比的爱情；
老年后，家是最期待的聚合点；
简单地享受子孙吵嚷的欢笑声。

不知道什么时候，开始想念老远的家乡；
不清楚为了什么，有了强烈回家的欲望。
不管路途有多么远，家是万灵的充电站；
不管身躯有多疲倦；家是最好的歇息点。

易经与词曲的妙用

2011-08-24T17:04:00.004+08:00

易经与词曲的妙用

易经强调阴阳调和，阴中有阳，阳中带阴，阴阳协调，万物相生。

中国唐朝诗歌注重在五言或七言绝句，凡是单数的绝句，节拍是双数。因此，歌曲都是2/4或4/4.

即使不采用歌曲，用4，8节拍为一环节朗诵，如按照双数的节拍，必定较为流畅。

现代歌词有些采用双数如4句，8句为首，一般节拍为3/4，3或6/8拍为恰当。

如采用这3，6节拍数目为一环节计算，较能舒畅地朗诵有关的词曲。

单为阳；双为阴；单中必然有双；双中隐含有单；

如音符，古代的五音和现代的七音（1，2，3，4，5，6，7，i），用在歌谱上，一般以四节为一小段；也是音符和歌谱或歌曲节拍的调和。

手指为肢体上较灵活部分，手指自然结构是采用易经变化运用原理。

从我们手指头可以知晓：大拇指为单一分开（单数），拥有二节（双数）；食指到尾指为四联合（双数），每根手指头有三节（单数）；一只手有五根手指（单数）所以人有两只手（双数）；这些自然物理，包含阴中带阳；阳中有阴的原理，这样手指可以灵活使用。

所谓的节奏感，按照易经的方式运用，必能有所协调。这也是易经的美妙和奇妙灵活变化的特点，强调阴阳协调的重要性。

一个疏懒的星期天

2011-08-20T12:04:00.008+08:00

一件柔软的被单，一夜松懈的睡眠；
一杯美味浓咖啡，一份熟悉的早报；

桌上精心烘焙的杏仁面包，
屋外七里乡飘来芬芳；
清清淡淡的一整个下午，
享受那轻松无比的每一刻；

一个心情舒畅，什么都可不做的早晨；
一段属于自己，轻松写意，自由自在的时光。

水调歌头--苏轼（饮酒演绎版）

2011-08-17T23:56:00.001+08:00

水调歌头--苏轼（饮酒演绎版）
用喝酒情怀，演绎和诠释此水调歌头：

明月几时有？把酒问青天。 (月明饮酒抒情怀）
...
不知天上宫阙，今夕是何年。（酒滴浅尝问明月）

我欲乘风归去，又恐琼楼玉宇，（心情飞跃共相依）

高处不胜寒, （微醉独感峰孤独）

起舞弄清影，何似在人间。（醉性引发乱飞舞）

转朱阁，抵绮户，照无眠。（遍地追疯了无痕）

不应有恨，何事偏向别时圆。（醉后忆起聚离愁）

人有悲欢离合，月有阴晴圆缺，（独自释然世无常）

此事古难全。（千古万年亦如此）

但愿人长久，千里共婵娟（远近知己共勉之）

终于大醉。。。

只因为爱你

2011-08-06T20:34:00.007+08:00

只因为爱你，我会在远处默默守护你 Just Because I love you, I'll always silently protect you!
只因为爱你，靠我的肩膀让你哭泣 Just Because I love you, Lend my shoulder for your crying
只因为爱你，你忙的时候静静地等你 Just Because I love you, I'll patiently waiting for you
只因为爱你，需要倾诉借对耳于你 Just Because I love you, let my ears be your intimate soul

只因为爱你，你的抱怨是我的美丽 Just Because I love you, your grumble is the beautiful voices in my life
只因为爱你，你的笑容世上最甜蜜 Just Because I love you, your smile is the sweetest honey in the world
只因为爱你，你的私隐我为你保密 Just Because I love you, all your secrets will be sealed in the bottom of my heart
只因为爱你，你心痛时紧紧地拥抱你 Just because I love you, let me tightly hold you whenever you are sad.

只因为爱你，你选择离去，背影消失后面颊留痕迹 Just because I love you, you opted to leave, tears fall down when watching your back disappeared
只因为爱你，你归来相聚，我转身以后焕然留痕迹 Just because I love you, you came back for reunion, trying to hide my refreshing and strong feeling about you by turning my back

只因为爱你，心底永不会放弃 Just because I love you, love will be forever in my life
只因为爱你，你永远是最美丽 Just because I love you, you will be staying forever in my heart
只因为爱你，没有时间的差距 Just because I love you, there would be no difference in time.
只因为爱你，无需文字的协议 Just because I love you, it is beyond the words and letters

只因为爱你，我会在远处默默守护你 Just Because I love you, I'll always silently protect you!
只因为爱你，靠我的肩膀让你哭泣 Just Because I love you, Lend my shoulder for your crying
只因为爱你，你忙的时候静静地等你 Just Because I love you, I'll patiently waiting for you
只因为爱你，需要倾诉借对耳于你 Just Because I love you, let my ears be your intimate soul

请你多珍重（曲：今宵多珍重；自创曲）

2011-07-30T05:46:00.005+08:00

请你多珍重（曲：今宵多珍重；自创曲）

如果你喜欢其中的一个创作，请上youtube,按“like"，以便了解哪一个较受欢迎。

请你多珍重（曲：今宵多珍重；自创曲）
前方烟雾蒙蒙，心惶惶眼朦胧；
人群不断前涌，心已定情意浓；
想必艰难重重，终需要诉情衷；
哪怕路途多困，人憔悴你可懂？
不管明天，明天是否能相逢；
念着今朝，今朝彼此共相拥；
眼眶不断泪涌，溶化于情相同；
心意如能相通，请你要多珍重！

前路烟雾蒙蒙，心慌慌眼朦胧；
路人继续前涌，心中情如何自控；
无论迷雾重重，终需要向前行
哪怕人已跌到，可知我情意浓？
放下自己，今朝与您共相拥；
明日重见，希望一片晴朗；
情绪需要自控，悲愤都一样同
情意如能互通，必要时要珍重

珍惜「真正重要」的東西

2011-07-29T15:27:00.002+08:00

珍惜「真正重要」的東西

有一對夫妻非常疼愛他們五歲的兒子，

而這個小男孩也很乖巧體貼，一家人和樂融融。

某天，小男孩跑到媽媽面前，高興地對母親說：

「今天是爸爸的生日，所以我為他做了一件事，想給他一個驚喜！」

「喔？你做了什麼呢？」母親好奇地問。

小男孩得意地說：「我覺得爸爸的電腦很髒，上面都是灰塵，所以我幫他洗乾淨了！」

「什麼？你把電腦拿去洗？」母親一聽，連忙跑到浴室。

果然，先生最心愛的昂貴筆記型電腦整台被泡在肥皂水裡，

雖然母親連忙「撈」出電腦搶救，但電腦已經壞了！

母親很生氣，把兒子臭罵一頓。

小男孩覺得很委屈，所以哭得一把鼻涕、一把眼淚。

父親聽到妻子的怒吼與兒子的哭聲，跑過來一探究竟。

看到還在滴水的電腦，他也愣住了，隨即臉色一沉！

小男孩覺得爸爸一定要生氣了，害怕地縮起脖子。

但父親冷靜了幾秒，深呼吸一口氣，接著拍拍妻子的肩膀：

「電腦壞了就算了，別再罵他了！」

「怎麼可以不罵他？這台電腦不是你最心愛的東西嗎？」

妻子仍氣呼呼地說。

「妳錯了，電腦只是我『第二』心愛的東西。」爸爸眨眨眼睛，說：

「我第一心愛的東西，是妳跟兒子呀！

所以我怎麼忍心看到妳生氣的樣子、聽到兒子的哭聲呢！」

有福之人

2011-07-29T15:21:00.003+08:00

有福之人

鵑鵑原本在美國工作，公司給她的待遇很好，再加上單身，生活過得很逍遙。

前一陣子她住在臺灣的母親罹患腦瘤，開刀後復原得很慢。

鵑鵑立刻請調回臺，找了間公寓，把母親接到身邊就近照顧。

鵑鵑不是家中的獨生女，上有大姐，下有弟弟，但是只有她放棄原本的生活，承擔服侍母親的責任。

她大姐偶爾給她一筆錢，當作是孝親費，此外很少露面，更別談關心自己母親的現況，

好像出點錢就可以心安理得的把母親推給妹妹。

我們這些鵑鵑的朋友看不過去，紛紛提醒她要找大姐和弟弟談清楚母親的事。

鵑鵑保持她一貫的優雅從容，靜靜的說：「照顧媽媽是我的福氣。」

原本為她打抱不平的我們，聽了這句話，頓時沉默起來。

難怪從來不曾聽她抱怨，自認享有「福氣」的人，怎麼會向人訴苦呢？

她總是耐著性子尋找適合母親的飲食配方和復健機構，珍惜與母親相處的時光，

鵑鵑忙著張羅都來不及了，哪有閒功夫喊累叫煩哪！

在鵑鵑細心打點下，病情不大樂觀的母親，身體竟一天天好起來，

母親想要康復的意願也啟動了，甚至會離開臥房到屋外走走。

原本令人覺得沉重的擔子，因為鵑鵑懂得惜福，居然化作豐盛的禮物。

現在鵑鵑成了大家的強心劑，每當我們遇到困難，或者受了委屈，習慣性的退縮、

放棄、抱怨或指責別人時，總會想起她的話。

在我們這一群朋友中，開始流行一種句型：「能多做一點是我的福氣。」

「孩子不聽話，耐著性子引導他是我的福氣。」

「擠公車沒位子坐是我的福氣。」

那麼能認識你也是我的福氣

說這些話的時候，我們多少帶著點自我解嘲的意味，有時也是開玩笑，但不知不覺中，

我們看待周遭人事物的態度有了明顯變化，原來好福氣也是會傳染的。

一句話人生的成敗，常常因為一個人、一件事，甚至一句話而有決定性的影響。

尤其對人有用的一句話，勝過千言萬語。

古今中外有很多人因為別人的一句話而深受感動，甚至豁然開朗；由於「一句話」

而改變一生的事例，更是多不勝數。

美國著名的教育家和演講口才藝術家卡內基，小時候是一個非常調皮的小男孩。

他九歲的時候，父親將繼母娶進門。

他父親向新婚妻子介紹卡內基時，如是說：「希望你注意這個全郡最壞的男孩，

他實在令我頭痛，說不定明天早晨他還會拿石頭砸你，或做出什麼壞事呢！」

出乎卡內基預料的是，繼母微笑地走到他面前，托著他的頭，注視著他。

接著告訴丈夫：「你錯了，他不是全郡最壞的男孩，而是最聰明，只是還沒找到發洩熱忱地方的男孩。」

此話一出，卡內基的眼淚不聽使喚地滾滾而下。就因為這一句話，建立了卡內基和繼母之間深厚的感情；

也因為這一句話,成就了他立志向上的動力；

更因為這一句話，讓他日後幫助千千萬萬的人一同步上了成功之路。

「一句話」很容易說，但重要的是要能讓對方受用。

給人一句好話，讓人生命奮起飛揚，何樂而不為呢？所以，人要常說：

第一、給人歡喜的話；

第二、給人鼓勵的話；

第三、給人肯定的話；

第四、給人讚美的話。

多說好話，少說壞話。

不經意的一句輕浮話，有時會自毀前程，而一句關懷別人的話，

卻能讓沮喪的人有生存下去的勇氣。因此人要經常檢點自己的口舌，以免破壞了好因緣。

原來你也很富有

*************

有一位青年，老是埋怨自己時運不濟，發不了財，終日愁眉不展。

這一天，走過來一個鬚髮皆白的老人，問：「年輕人，為什麼不快樂？」

「我不明白，為什麼我總是這麼窮。」

「窮？你很富有嘛！」老人由衷地說。

「這從何說起？」年輕人不解。

老人反問道：「假如現在斬掉你一個手指頭，給你 1千元，你幹不幹？」

「不幹。」年輕人回答。

「假如砍掉你一隻手，給你 1 萬元，你幹不幹？」

「不幹。」

「假如使你雙眼都瞎掉，給你 10 萬元，你幹不幹？」

「不幹。」

「假如讓你馬上變成80 歲的老人，給你 100 萬，你幹不幹？」

「不幹。」

「假如讓你馬上死掉，給你 1000 萬，你幹不幹？」

「不幹。」

「這就對了，你已經擁有超過1000 萬的財富，為什麼還哀怨自己貧窮呢？」

老人笑吟吟地問道。

青年愕然無言，突然什麼都明白了。

习惯与自然

2011-07-29T15:17:00.002+08:00

习惯与自然

一根小小的柱子，一截细细的链子，拴得住一头千斤重的大象，这不荒谬吗？可这荒谬的场景在印度和秦国随处可见。那些驯象人，在大象

还是小象的时候，就用一条铁链将它绑在水泥柱或钢柱上，无论小象怎么挣扎都无法挣脱。小象渐渐地习惯了不挣扎，直到长成了大象，可

以轻而易举地挣脱链子时，也不挣扎。

驯虎人本来也像驯象人一样成功，他让小虎从小吃素，直到小虎长大。老虎不知肉味，自然不会伤人。驯虎人的致命错误在于他摔了交之后让

老虎舔净他流在地上的血，老虎一舔不可收，终于将驯虎人吃了。小象是被链子绑住，而大象则是被习惯绑住。虎曾经被习惯绑住，而驯虎

人则死于习惯（他已经习惯于他的老虎不吃人）。

习惯几乎可以绑住一切，只是不能绑住偶然。比如那只偶然尝了鲜血的老虎。

窗

2011-07-29T15:12:00.003+08:00

窗

有个太太多年来不断抱怨对面的太太很懒惰，"那个女人的衣服永远洗不干净，看，她晾在外院子里的衣服，总是有斑点，我真的不知道，

她怎么连洗衣服都洗成那个样子......" 直到有一天，有个明察秋毫的朋友到她家，才发现不是对面的太太衣服洗不干净。细心的朋友拿了

一块抹布，把这个太太的窗户上的灰渍抹掉，说："看，这不就干净了吗？"

原来，是自己家的窗户脏了。

I1U (I Want You) 爱是一种意境，让您我成为爱的代言人！: 请你多珍重（曲：今宵多珍重）

2011-07-26T20:27:00.002+08:00

I1U (I Want You) 爱是一种意境，让您我成为爱的代言人！: 请你多珍重（曲：今宵多珍重）: "请你多珍重（曲：今宵多珍重）
水花烟雾蒙蒙，朦胧中药味浓；

人群不断前涌，心坚定情意浓；

不管艰难重重，终需要诉情衷；

无论路途多困，誓表明心意重；

不管明天，明天是否能相逢；

念着今朝，今朝彼此共相拥；

眼眶不断泪涌，溶化于情相同；

心意如能相通，决定时要珍重！"

自我贬低的恶习惯

2011-07-26T13:36:00.002+08:00

自我贬低的恶习惯
我们已习惯把自己贬低：
诉求与争取，是因为已习惯把自己当奴仆；
讨好和争宠，自认为是最佳获取的手段；
炫耀和自豪，以地位和权力挑战弱者；
自卑与自怜，把自我定位于附属品；

恶性习惯是非常危险，
习惯为奴，终生为奴；
习惯讨好，终生献媚；
习惯欺压，终生自卑；
习惯贪婪，终生荼毒。

我们可否从新定位？
我们可否获得尊重？
我们可否改变习惯？
我们可否不再自贬？

我们自爱不忘他；
我们自立不欺压；
我们自主不自卑；
我们自信不自贬。

我们曾经有美好的梦想，以为积极参与能改变他人，但最后是自己变质了。
我们曾经有美好的历史，历史已无经意地被改编了，我们已习惯改编的剧本了。

词曲创作的一些感触

2011-07-24T10:14:00.006+08:00

对词曲创作的深一层认识是在教导一班四到六年级学生如何词曲创作。

当你以教导的角度去面对一个课题时，你不单单对某个课题有复习作用，而且在专注如何传授技巧时，将会有另一番的启发。

虽然准备是为了短短半天义务的词曲创作的课程，从小学生能突破歌曲的一般限制，采用自我的词汇，将六年级即将离校情怀和对对父母的爱心歌颂表达出来，是多么地满足和有成就感！

突然也想到唐朝的诗歌盛世，是否也是采纳同样的方式，致使唐朝的所有诗都是那么有押韵。我也有稍微做一些研究，可能当时唐朝的诗是与歌有这样密切的联系：

唐朝时代，是采用“五音”而非“今日的”七音“，拥有固定的曲调如清平调等等，这些曲调，主要已具备五言绝句和其言绝句的”功能“，只要把诗人所作的诗，在配上和这类似的固定曲调，自然能唱出一首首赋有押韵的诗歌！

（这类似闽南歌仔戏的作词唱法。）

我也收集不少类似词句的歌词，对换歌曲把歌词用不同演绎方式唱出，从中打破词与曲不可调换印烙恼火的思想，必须打破限制，才能创造出另一番天地。

想不到有30%-40%在场的小学生，一点就通，在复习一些歌曲调换例子后，并说明一些词与曲的基本要求，马上就能写出自己本身的歌词。

多数是关于对父母，同学之间的一些情怀歌词，遗憾的是少有对老师发表类似情怀的歌曲。可能今日孩子的主要影响力，还是源自父母和同学。这是很自然的现象，当你学会写歌时，一般都会把情怀和心思花在你不经意而最浓的地方。

其实，在教导时，我学会了很多不只是创作，而且是意想不到的醒悟！歌曲创作可以从小学开始！同时也为下一代，增添一些抒发情怀的另一种方式。如一个孩子回去，会用歌唱的方式，用自己的作品，为其家人歌唱，何尝不是一种幸福！

未来的吉隆坡 Future of Kuala Lumpur

2007-10-31T21:00:00.000+08:00

KLCC隔壁的 KLCC LOT C - 商場& 班公樓&服務公寓 (興建中）

Bukit Bintang-Pavilion商場 [6 樓高 ],酒店[20 樓高]，班公樓 &服務公寓[44&37 樓高] (興建中）
Mid Valley 2 谷中城 2-The Gardens (興建中）

高過 KLCC的 Sungai Besi Hub [108 樓高]- 成功集團。 (計劃中 )

KLCC隔壁的四季酒店（ Four Seasons Center) [70樓高&42 樓高] (計劃中 )

吉隆坡的昔日风采 (Old Days of Kuala Lumpur)

2007-10-17T16:19:00.047+08:00

All these landmarks are all very familiarised to us, the outlooks of all these places could have very great differences! These all became the memories of the past.

这些建筑物和景象都是目前仍旧著名的场所! 昨日风采是否依旧? 陈旧照片所隐藏的旧时韵味, 能再次令您沉思和陶醉吗?

每一种美都给人震撼

2007-10-04T10:05:00.000+08:00

爱
可以
非常幸福
非常享受

爱
同时可以
非常痛苦
非常痴迷

但我们
还是会去爱，
爱过的人
才知道
来此世间的真正意义！！

你对爱的诠释，又是如何？

当您学会放手的时刻

你就会深深体会到如释重负

占有何尝不是一种重负？

当你放手后，

却发觉

全部所放下的一切

更是贴近您！！

学习放下和施与

更能与真心相贴近！！

欣赏
是一种美
是一种爱

脱俗的爱
是在你

那一刻的回眸
那一刹那触电

只因
你懂得
欣赏
爱

品味和味道

唯有懂得欣赏和珍惜的人

才会拥有它

同样的血和肉

您是否能嗅出不同的品味和味道

尤其是枕边人

您是否察觉到其独一无二的品味？

如您想天天拥有品质的生活

别忘了赞美和爱语

这些都会把品味提升！！

气质、魅力

是一种
自然的流露
自然的散发

源自内心
的
真心感动
自信成熟

必有其

无比的
气质和魅力

您说呢？

一通电话
一声问候

都能让亲人
有不同的感觉

特别是
我们的父母

爱

就

是

那一通电话
那一句重复简单的问候

HOW MEN AND WOMEN DIFFER (all true facts)

2007-10-02T17:23:00.000+08:00

男人与女人的差别：
是源自于天生的本性，抑或社会风气所形成的一种潮流？
由您自己去判断吧！
以下一些对比，有些是非常具有“内涵”。
这是我的一些见解，你又如何？

HOW MEN AND WOMEN DIFFER (all true facts)

NICKNAMES
If Laura, Kate and Sarah go out for lunch, they will call each other Laura, Kate and Sarah.
If Mike, Dave and John go out, they will affectionately refer to each other as Fat Boy, Godzilla and Four-eyes.

EATING OUT
When the bill arrives, Mike, Dave and John will each throw in £20,
even though it's only for £32.50. None of them will have anything
smaller and none will actually admit they want change back.
When the girls get their bill, out come the pocket calculators.

MONEY
A man will pay £2 for a £1 item he needs.
A woman will pay £1 for a £2 item that she doesn't need but it's on sale

BATHROOMS
A man has six items in his bathroom: toothbrush and toothpaste,
shaving cream, razor, a bar of soap, and a towel from M&S.
The average number of items in the typical woman's bathroom is 337. A
man would not be able to identify more than 20 of these items.

ARGUMENTS
A woman has the last word in any argument.
Anything a man says after that is the beginning of a new argument.

CATS
Women love cats.
Men say they love cats, but when women aren't looking, men kick cats.

FUTURE
A woman worries about the future until she gets a husband.
A man never worries about the future until he gets a wife.

SUCCESS
A successful man is one who makes more money than his wife can spend.
A successful woman is one who can find such a man.

MARRIAGE
A woman marries a man expecting he will change, but he doesn't.
A man marries a woman expecting that she won't change, but she does.

DRESSING UP
A woman will dress up to go shopping, water the plants, empty the
bins, answer the phone, read a book, and get the post.
A man will dress up for weddings and funerals.

NATURAL
Men wake up as good-looking as they went to bed.
Women somehow deteriorate during the night.

OFFSPRING
Ah, children!
A woman knows all about her children. She knows about
dentist appointments and romances, best friends, favourite foods,
secret fears and hopes and dreams.
A man is vaguely aware of some short people living in the house.

ALL TRUE FACTS!!!!

Times are bad and a touching essay

2007-09-24T09:08:00.000+08:00

Times are bad, Competition is so tough now!

(如果您能找到以下可爱的狗，请通知我一声, 我可以提早退休！！）

非常感人的一篇文章，流畅的文笔、表达新潮流的一种意境和趋向。同时，也将上一辈隐含的心情，伦理道德的失败，赤裸裸地表露出来。这是上一辈养育过程中的失败，没有将伦理道德根深蒂固地植入而只以现今社会把学业成绩作为衡量成功或失败的尺度，还是下一辈自我教育的失败？非常赞叹一位15岁的女孩，写出非常具有反省和深奥的文章。（100％推荐：不可不看）

Subject: FW: 15 year-old girl essay ( Commonwealth Essay Competition Winner)

Hi,

It's worthwhile taking 5 mins to read this essay.

Singapore girl wins Commonwealth essay prize!
A 15-YEAR-OLD Singaporean, competing against 16- to 18-year-olds, has won the top prize in a writing contest that drew 5,300 entries from 52 countries.

In the annual Commonwealth Essay Competition, Amanda Chong of Raffles Girls' School (Secondary) chose to compete in the older category and won with a piece on the restlessness of modern life.

Her short story, titled What The Modern Woman Wants, focused on the conflict in values between an old lady and her independent-minded daughter.

Through my story, I attempted to convey the unique East-versus-West struggles and generation gaps that I felt were characteristic of young people in my country,' said Amanda, who likes drama, history and literature and wants to become a lawyer and a politician.

Chief examiner Charles Kemp called her piece a powerfully moving and ironical critique of modern restlessness and its potentially cruel consequences'. The writing is fluent and assured, with excellent use of dialogue.

Amanda gets (S$1,590). A Singaporean last won the top prize in 2000, said Britain's Royal Commonwealth Society, which has been organising the competition
since 1883. Singaporeans also came in second in the 14- to 15-year-old category, and fourth in the under-12s. Other winners included students from Australia, Canada and South Africa.

==================================================================

What the Modern Woman Wants
By Amanda Chong Wei-Zhen

The old woman sat in the backseat of the magenta convertible as it careened down the highway, clutching tightly to the plastic bag on her lap, afraid it may be kidnapped by the wind. She was not used to such speed, with trembling hands she pulled the seatbelt tighter but was careful not to touch the patent leather seats with her callused fingers, her daughter had warned her not to dirty it, 'Fingerprints show very clearly on white, Ma.'

Her daughter, Bee Choo, was driving and talking on her sleek silver mobile phone using big words the old woman could barely understand. 'Finance' 'Liquidation' 'Assets' 'Investments'... Her voice was crisp and important and had an unfamiliar lilt to it. Her Bee Choo sounded like one of those foreign girls on television. She was speaking in an American accent.

The old lady clucked her tongue in disapproval. 'I absolutely cannot have this. We have to sell!' Her daughter exclaimed agitatedly as she stepped on the accelerator; her perfectly manicured fingernails gripping onto the steering wheel in irritation.

'I can't DEAL with this anymore!' she yelled as she clicked the phone shut and hurled it angrily toward the backseat.
The mobile phone hit the old woman on the forehead and nestled soundlessly into her lap. She calmly picked it up and handed it to her daughter.

'Sorry, Ma,' she said, losing the American pretence and switching to Mandarin. 'I have a big client in America. There have been a lot of problems.'

The old lady nodded knowingly. Her daughter was big and important.
Bee Choo stared at her mother from the rear view window, wondering what she was thinking. Her mother's wrinkled countenance always carried the same cryptic look.

The phone began to ring again, an artificially cheerful digital tune, which broke the awkward silence. 'Hello, Beatrice! Yes, this is Elaine.' Elaine. The
old woman cringed. I didn't name her Elaine. She remembered her daughter telling her, how an English name was very important for 'networking', Chinese ones being easily forgotten.

'Oh no, I can't see you for lunch today. I have to take the ancient relic to the temple for her weird daily prayer ritual.' Ancient Relic. The old woman understood perfectly it was referring to her. Her daughter always assumed that her mother's silence meant she did not comprehend.

'Yes, I know! My car seats will be reeking of joss sticks!'

The old woman pursed her lips tightly, her hands gripping her plastic bag in defence. The car curved smoothly into the temple courtyard. It looked almost garish next to the dull sheen of the ageing temple's roof. The old woman got out of the back seat, and made her unhurried way to the main hall.

Her daughter stepped out of the car in her business suit and stilettos and reapplied her lipstick as she made her brisk way to her mother's side.

'Ma, I'll wait outside. I have an important phone call to make,' she said, not bothering to hide her disgust at the pungent fumes of incense.

The old lady hobbled into the temple hall and lit a joss stick, she knelt down solemnly and whispered her now familiar daily prayer to the Gods.

Thank you God of the Sky, you have given my daughter luck all these years. Everything I prayed for, you have given her. She has everything a young woman in this world could possibly want. She has a big house with a swimming pool, a maid to help her, as she is too clumsy to sew or cook.

Her love life has been blessed; she is engaged to a rich and handsome angmoh man. Her company is now the top financial firm and even men listen to what she says. She lives the perfect life. You have given her everything except happiness. I ask that the gods be merciful to her even if she has lost her roots while reaping the harvest of success.

What you see is not true, she is a filial daughter to me. She gives me a room in her big house and provides well for me. She is rude to me only because I affect her happiness. A young woman does not want to be hindered by her old mother. It is my fault.

The old lady prayed so hard that tears welled up in her eyes. Finally, with her head bowed in reverence. she planted the half-burnt joss stick into an urn of smouldering ashes.

She bowed once more.
The old woman had been praying for her daughter for thirty-two years. When her stomach was round like a melon, she came to the temple and prayed that it was a son.

Then the time was ripe and the baby slipped out of her womb, bawling and adorable with fat thighs and pink cheeks, but unmistakably, a girl. Her husband had kicked and punched her for producing a useless baby who could not work or carry the family name.

Still, the woman returned to the temple with her new-born girl tied to her waist in a sarong and prayed that her daughter would grow up and have everything she ever wanted. Her husband left her and she prayed that her daughter would never have to depend on a man.

She prayed every day that her daughter would be a great woman, the woman that she, meek and uneducated, could never become. A woman with nengkan; the ability to do anything she set her mind to. A woman who commanded respect in the hearts of men. When she opened her mouth to speak, precious pearls would fall out and men would listen.

She will not be like me, the woman prayed as she watched her daughter grow up and drift away from her, speaking a language she scarcely understood. She watched her daughter transform from a quiet girl, to one who openly defied her, calling her laotu; old-fashioned. She wanted her mother to be 'modern', a word so new there was no Chinese word for it.

Now her daughter was too clever for her and the old woman wondered why she had prayed like that. The gods had been faithful to her persistent prayer, but the wealth and success that poured forth so richly had buried the girl's roots and now she stood, faceless, with no identity, bound to the soil of her ancestors by only a string of origami banknotes.

Her daughter had forgotten her mother's values. Her wants were so ephemeral; that of a modern woman. Power, Wealth, access to the best fashion boutiques, and yet her daughter had not found true happiness. The old woman knew that you could find happiness with much less. When her daughter left the earth everything she had would count for nothing. People would look to her legacy and say that she was a great woman, but she would be forgotten once the wind blows over, like the ashes of burnt paper convertibles and mansions.

The old woman wished she could go back and erase all her big hopes and prayers for her daughter; now she had only one want: That her daughter be happy. She looked out of the temple gate. She saw her daughter speaking on the phone, her brow furrowed with anger and worry. Being at the top is not good, the woman thought, there is only one way to go from there -down.

The old woman carefully unfolded the plastic bag and spread out a packet of beehoon in front of the altar. Her daughter often mocked her for worshipping porcelain Gods. How could she pray to them so faithfully and expect pieces of ceramic to fly to her aid? But her daughter had her own gods too, idols of wealth, success and power that she was enslaved to and worshipped everyday of her life.

Every day was a quest for the idols, and the idols she worshipped counted for nothing in eternity. All the wants her daughter had would slowly suck the life out of her and leave her, an empty soulless shell at the altar.

The old lady watched her joss tick. The dull heat had left a teetering grey stem that was on the danger of collapsing. Modern woman nowadays, the old lady sighed in resignation, as she bowed to the east one final time to end her ritual. Modern woman nowadays want so much that they lose their souls and wonder why they cannot find it.

Her joss stick disintegrated into a soft grey powder. She met her daughter outside the temple, the same look of worry and frustration was etched on her daughter's face. An empty expression, as if she was ploughing through the soil of her wants looking for the one thing that would sow the seeds of happiness.

They climbed into the convertible in silence and her daughter drove along the highway, this time not as fast as she had done before.

'Ma,' Bee Choo finally said. 'I don't know how to put this. Mark and I have been talking about it and we plan to move out of the big house. The property market is good now, and we managed to get a buyer willing to pay seven million for it. We decided we'd prefer a cosier penthouse apartment instead. We found a perfect one in Orchard Road. Once we move in to our apartment we plan to get rid of the maid, so we can have more space to ourselves...'

The old woman nodded knowingly. Bee Choo swallowed hard. 'We'd get someone to come in to do the housework and we can eat out-but once the maid is gone, there won't be anyone to look after you. You will be awfully lonely at home and, besides that, the apartment is rather small. There won't be space. We thought about it for a long time, and we decided the best thing for you is if you moved to a Home. There's one near Hougang-it's a Christian home, a very nice one.'

The old woman did not raise an eyebrow. 'I've been there, the matron is willing to take you in. It's beautiful with gardens and lots of old people to keep you company! I hardly have time for you, you'd be happier there.'

'You'd be happier there, really.' Her daughter repeated as if to affirm herself.
This time the old woman had no plastic bag of food offerings to cling tightly to; she bit her lip and fastened her seat belt, as if it would protect her from a daughter who did not want her anymore. She sunk deep into the leather seat, letting her shoulders sag, and her fingers trace the white seat.

'Ma?' her daughter asked, searching the rear view window for her mother. 'Is everything okay?' What had to be done, had to be done. 'Yes,' she said firmly, louder than she intended, 'if it will make you happy,' she added more quietly.

'It's for you, Ma! You'll be happier there. You can move there tomorrow, I already got the maid to pack your things.' Elaine said triumphantly, mentally ticking yet another item off her agenda.

'I knew everything would be fine.' Elaine smiled widely; she felt liberated. Perhaps getting rid of her mother would make her happier. She had thought about it. It seemed the only hindrance in her pursuit of happiness. She was happy now. She had everything a modern woman ever wanted; Money, Status, Career, Love, Power and now, Freedom, without her mother and her old-fashioned ways to weigh her down...

Yes, she was free. Her phone buzzed urgently, she picked it up and read the message, still beaming from ear to ear. 'Stocks 10% increase!'

Yes, things were definitely beginning to look up for her... And while searching for the meaning of life in the luminance of her hand phone screen, the old woman in the backseat became invisible, and she did not see the tears.

背景歌曲的歌词

2007-09-20T21:56:00.000+08:00

不能说的秘密（周杰伦）

冷咖啡离开了杯垫
我忍住的情绪在很后面

拼命想挽回的从前
在我脸上依旧清晰可见

最美的不是下雨天
是曾与你躲过雨的屋檐
回忆的画面
在荡着秋千梦开始不甜

你说把爱渐渐放下会走更远
又何必去改变已错过的时间
你用你的指尖阻止我说再见
想象你在身边在完全失去之前

你说把爱渐渐放下会走更远
或许命运的签只让我们遇见
只让我们相恋这一季的秋天
飘落后才发现这幸福的碎片
要我怎么捡

冷咖啡离开了杯垫
我忍住的情绪在很后面

拼命想挽回的从前
在我脸上依旧清晰可见

最美的不是下雨天
是曾与你躲过雨的屋檐 Woo~
回忆的画面
在荡着秋千梦开始不甜

你说把爱渐渐放下会走更远
又何必去改变已错过的时间
你用你的指尖阻止我说再见
想象你在身边在完全失去之前

你说把爱渐渐放下会走更远
或许命运的签只让我们会遇见
只让我们相恋这一季的秋天
飘落后才发现这幸福的碎片
要我怎么捡

听说爱情回来过（蔡依林）

(白)爱是一种需要一种缺乏
所以我们都喜欢情歌
不管爱在进行中
还是仍未萌芽
不管你爱他比较多
还是他爱你比较多
爱或被爱
其实都是一种喜悦
在朋友那儿听说
知心的你曾回来过
想请他替我向你问候
只为了怕见了面说不出口
你对以往的感触还多不多
曾让我心碎的你
我依然深爱着
在朋友那儿听说
知心的你曾找过我
我要他帮我对你隐瞒
只是怕见了面会更难过
我对以往的感触还那么多
曾给我幸福的你
我依然深深爱着
有一种想见不敢见的伤痛
有一种爱还埋藏在我心中
我只能把你放在我的心中
这一种想见不能见的伤痛
让我对你的思念越来越浓
我却只能把你
把你放在我心中

在朋友那儿听说
知心的你曾找过我
我要他帮我对你隐瞒
只是怕见了面会更难过
我对以往的感触还那么多
曾给我幸福的你
我依然深深爱着
有一种想见不敢见的伤痛
有一种爱还埋藏在我心中
我只能把你放在我的心中
这一种想见不能见的伤痛
让我对你的思念越来越浓
我却只能把你
把你放在我心中
对你的声音你的影你的手
我发誓说我没有忘记过
而关于你选择了现在的他
我只能说我有些难过
我也真心真意的等过

It Might Be You!!

Time, I’ve been passing time watching trains go byAll of my lifeLying on the sand watching seabirds flyWishing there could beSomeone waiting home for meSomething’s telling me it might be you all of my lifeLooking back as lovers go walking past all of my lifeWondering how they met and what makes it lastIf I found the place would I recognize the faceSomething’s telling me it might be youIt’s telling me it might be youSo many quiet walks to takeSo many dreams to wakeAnd there’s so much love to makeI think we’re gonna need some timeMaybe all we need is timeAnd it’s telling me it might be youAll of my lifeI’ve been saving love songs and lullabiesAnd there’s so much moreNo one’s ever heard beforeSomething’s telling me it might be youYeah, it’s telling me it must be youAnd I’m feeling it’ll just be you all of my lifeI’ve been waiting forAll of my lifeMaybe it’s you, maybe it’s youI’ve been waiting for all of my lifeMaybe it’s you, maybe it’s youI’ve been waiting for all of my lifeIt’s you, it’s you I’ve been waiting for all of my life

醉童年 (My Lovely Daughter)

2007-09-19T11:06:00.000+08:00

凝视

您蹦蹦跳跳的样子，

最爱把身躯挤进前胸，

享受那相贴温暖的片刻。

您以天真魅力的笑容，

递上您涂鸦的小纸条，

再献上您那小小的口吻，

最美丽、醉童年！

千变万化的月饼VS原滋原味的豆沙蛋黄月饼

2007-09-14T17:28:00.000+08:00

随着时代变化和高利润的引诱，现今不只生产月饼的品牌总多，各自纷纷从包装和月饼的“内涵”寻出位，从外表和“内涵”观看，的确是有所进展。但，价格方面，也随着其“高贵”地位而迅速递增。

原始朴素味道的豆沙蛋黄月饼、加上一杯好茶、享着团圆的气氛，这些软环境，是否也能够包装在现代的月饼内呢？

星巴克咖啡屋的成功主要是能把生活的品味溶化其中，希望现今的月饼厂商能把中秋的重要意义能够给予发扬光大，月团圆，人团圆。

在月光的影下，哼着苏东坡所哼过的曲子：“但愿人长久，千里共婵娟”。

预祝：

中秋节快乐！

曾经年少的创作

2007-09-13T21:36:00.000+08:00

这是第一次所写的歌，也是唯一能记得的词曲。

之后，在马大佛学会领袖训练营也发表过的另一作品－－乞求，但还是忘了。

虽然对乐理和乐器的认识不多，在瞎撞之下，完成这是歌。

这是高中时的作品，真正发表的时候，是在马大华文协会所主办的创作歌曲比赛中。

其他，在隔别一年参赛的两个作品已全忘记。

错误：

词曲：作者

是午夜关不掉的眼帘，

柏油路上我不愿回顾，

曾经遗下的步迹，

曾经换来的失眠，

默默地走过、失过

淡淡的感觉，

孤独与寂寞，

是我心底错误！

淡淡的感觉

孤独与寂寞，

是我心底错误！！

记忆犹新的一首老歌

2007-09-13T12:05:00.000+08:00

思念

作曲、作词、编曲：一位老友

因为是朋友、祝福的语言不像花；
只是期盼您的掌心握的不会是孤独寂寞。
纵然它听来像古老的传说；
只愿您能记取，这不是文字和音符，
是远方友人的思念！

老友，还好吧？

这是我们中学时代，你为一位越洋到海外的朋友所写的歌。

转眼间，离母校已接近二十五周年，你我也可以说是已几乎无有联系。

但这首歌却能穿过时空，串起往日的记忆！

祝福你，好友！

Malaysia Firework Competition

2007-09-12T09:32:00.000+08:00

Firework at Putra Jaya

Love is in the air

2007-08-28T16:25:00.000+08:00

To my dearest (everybody),

Please forgive me if I do not know how to express my feeling or show my action. As we read from the recent newspapers, the Chinese always do not show or do not know how to show their feeling and love. But I strongly believe that love is in the air. It is soundless, like the nature love given from our parents. It overwhelmly and inundatedly flows through every part of my body and blending into my blood.

Sometimes it may behave like a rebellion teenager as I felt being treated as adopted child or not treated fairly. If you could read between the lines, you could still feel how strong my attachment to it.

Love is such a nice word that I cherish most in my life. I found it at the very first moment in my mother's arm when I came to this world, without expressing a single word. I breathe with it all the times in my whole life even though it is not acknowledged or recognised by somebody else, but I know I'm in love.

I love all of you as love is nature of human being. Love is the foundation of a complete life, a wonderful family, a strong country and the harmonious universal world.

Love is in the air!!