鸟人一群群

一样米养百样人，林子大了，真是什么鸟都有，不厌其烦的一次又一次往自己脸上缠绷带，难道这样就能遮住你的丑陋嘴脸了吗？简直是欲盖弥彰嘛！要做，就不要怕人家知道，要想人不知，除非己莫为，不然的话，总有见光的那一天的，到头来又要自己打自己的嘴，看你怎么死！

这年头，任何意义上的“自由”都很难，似乎人类习惯于被禁锢，喜欢被约束，不然好像就找不到依靠一样。好像有人特别喜欢观察注意别人，稍微人家有一点风吹草动，当事人自己都没放在心上的事情，这边毫不干事的群体反而已经引起轩然大波。这叫什么？说得好听点叫皇帝不急太监急，不过原本不该急的事情，你太监急有个P用？说得难听点，这叫闲事管得宽，再说得难听点，这叫三8！不过你8的时候也应该先管管自己吧？照照自己什么德行，再对人评头论足也不迟，不要“马列主义装电筒”，只照别人不照自己。不然是不是非得要人家送你一面大镜子，让你面对一下现实，我是怕你看着镜子里的自己羞愧得无地自容！真正有自知之明的人，每当照镜子的时候，倒是真的会觉得羞愧，比如我们的英文和中文文学界的大师林语堂先生。如果林老都会觉得看着自己头皮发麻的话，不知道平凡如你如我的人应该要把尾巴夹得多紧才是！

鸟人一群群，SB一堆堆。。。可怜的地球，竟然承载了60多亿“人类”这种东西，难怪她也会有罢工的一天，等着瞧吧。。。

Youth

Eclipsed as leaves flown away;

Won't have a little moment to stay;

Seldom to be percieved like sunshine in May;

When it's gone only regrets are left...



This is my 1st English poem,hope you enjoy...:-p

生活，每一种感情都是千疮百孔

昨天偶然无聊，在家随便乱翻了本书出来瞟，谁知竟然拿到了张爱玲的短篇小说集。已经很久没有进行中文的“乐读”了，乍一看那么多字好像还不太习惯，可一旦开始了，接下来就非常顺利，其速度不知道是我看英文的多少倍，TNND...
翻开第一页，竟然是关于女人的段子，非常不留情面，一针见血的披露很多我们作为女性自己都不愿意正视的弊端，不过倒也是写得非常中肯，我们不得不承认，剖析得很透彻，但是总给人一种脊柱发凉的感觉，或许我们应该说，人类这种动物就会使人脊柱发凉。
太久没有接触中国的文学，中文文字对我的触动有点让我始料不及，惊叹于中文的表达能力，除了字面之外的深层含义更是让人回味无穷。这倒提醒了我，每天在忙着喝洋墨水的同时，也应该时不时的补充一下“母乳”，毕竟“母乳”的营养是奶粉不能比的，我们是永远不断奶的孩子。。。
生活，每一种感情都是千疮百孔。。。

Tribute to MJ

This is my 2nd (Tribute to MJ), the first one was lost due to my stupid mistake, salute to modern technology which makes techno-idiot like me suffer a lot. Normally I won’t write about the same issue again if the original work was not yet saved before a power broke down, coz I will lose the passion and the desire to repeat everything once again. But this time, don’t know why I have some kind of urge to write something about the deceased King of Pop.

Couldn’t really recall when I first heard of such a person called Michael Jackson. The interesting thing is, his (Thriller) was the very first English album I bought in 1998 which was exactly 20 years after it was released, as a reward of getting good result for exam. At those good old days, my English was really “limited company”, I didn’t even understand the album title, all I knew was the name printed on the cassette cover---Michael Jackson. I played it using my mum’s antique semi-conductor radio/cassette player while looking at the lyrics blindly. Everything I could recognize was “I, you, the” stuff like that, quite pathetic. Albeit I was patient enough to check every word up in my 1st electronic dictionary( I really miss it), it was still impossible to understand the whole thing as a lot of abbreviations were used and they were too advance for me at that time. But I was quite enjoying and trying to sing along.

Nora also seemed intrigued, asked me to play the album for her. I chose (Beat it) and (Billie Jean), played them while dad was preparing dinner. Surprisingly both of them said the rhythm was very familiar although they didn’t understand a word and they were quite fond of our pre-dinner concerto. I had to admit, thanks to Michael, he lit up my thirst for learning English through songs. Whereafter, I came to know more and more about English songs, from golden Oscar oldies to Backstreet Boys, my enthusiasm for music never decrease, even until today. Those lyrics which were like a sealed book for me, now they were all carved in my head, could never be erased.

Hearing the news of his death, I didn’t realize how serious it was at the first place. Not until all the newspapers and TV were talking about the sad news I could react. I was quite down and repeating MJ is dead for days, however, I didn’t really feel the grief as if you’ve lost your family members or your loved one. Subsequently, his last performance (This is it) is in cinema 4 months after he’s gone. Tickets were available 2 weeks before it’s released and it was in great demand as it will only be shown for 2 weeks in Malaysia. Grabbed my ticket in advance, went to the show wearing black in order to show some venerability and respect.

It was a full house, audience aged from infant to grandma. The movie started from interviewing his crew for the concert, people wept and whimpered while expressing how they yearned MJ. The first song is which is also the first song in . Again he showed us his exclusive dance and his high pitch vocal. You can hardly believe that he’s already in his 50th and he’s in poor health condition. I’ve never know that he’s so professional and dedicated to his music, very rigid and strict with his work yet still has a pleasant personality. He wouldn’t let go any tiny flaw and he’s always think for the audience. If we tolerate the flaw, what end result would the audience get? He said to his band: “I just can’t hear that sound, I just can’t hear it. You gotta sing it with love, you know L-O-V-E love.” I was touched by his dedication and devotion and his exigent working attitude which is exactly what I lack of. He’s so humble and amiable. During the show, we gave him standing ovation for several times. The 2 hour show was full of laughter and tears, quite a few people were sobbing, especially when it came to the end which was the last song from MJ---. It lead me into deep thoughts, this is it, a spectacular concert turned into a funeral; this is it, his love for music, for his beloved one, for his fans and for this world; this is it, the end of MJ’s legendary life.

No matter what you call him: king of pop, moonwalker, plastic-surgery addict, kid-molesting freak or frantic dad, there is only one Michael Jackson, who has already gone. Quote one of my favourite MJ songs: Gone too soon. We will remember you forever Michael, rest in peace.

From now on, there is moonwalk in heaven…