Bang Pakong 的呼吸

住在神山脚下之 - 过度浪漫

在这元宵的清晨
在天空还未亮透只前
浪漫如我
理应去城里找一处可以凝望神山的角落

看个过瘾

（要记住了，住在神山脚下，你很自然就有这种浪漫的特权。）

定 风 波

莫听穿林打叶声，何妨吟啸且徐行。

竹杖芒鞋轻胜马，谁怕？一蓑烟雨任平生。

料峭春风吹酒醒，微冷，山头斜照却相迎。

回首向来萧瑟处，归去，也无风雨也无晴。

苏轼
(三月七日，沙湖道中遇雨，雨具先去，同行皆狼狈，余独不觉．已而遂晴，故作此．) 　　

incredible indeed

(It is indeed incredible i actually did write something in 2012. Unbelievable.)

365days is a long time actually.

seriously, in January perhaps you would feel you were still stuck,
by April, you could have been freed,
and by September, your soul is looking for its wings again
...

so it goes on and on

and you lost count of the seasons
                                   the years

(as for today, i would like to keep a record of me having chicken pox, at the age of 46, in Borneo, watching china's new map in making, watching salmon rashdie's traumatised past, actually sitting down watching tv, incredible.)

愚祸

人祸

不是因为  人
是因为           愚
                            痴

那才是最                  恒
                                       久

的                                       遗憾

Real? Or not real?

that's how we get alzheimer
too many things
seems real
at the beginning
not real
at the end

too confused
too disappointed
too many times

so we choose to forget

alzheimer
just another word
called
hide-out.

this year is 2012...

so, so, so...

well, well, well...

really it is a year of speechlessness
helplessness
hopelessness?

it is a year to many people
to look forward to
ending the struggle
with life

and juz want to decide
what underwear to wear,
when die.