Hector Dolphins at Akoroa, New Zealand. Ain't they cute?...family of 4..the smallest I think is a calf..awesome..
Monday, October 11, 2010
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
一首曲
在寻求一首曲，一份心意和感觉。
也许它在逃避，也许是时间未到。
看到了雨滴在窗外，很多感触。
每滴虽然看起来都很类似，但它不以为然。
雨来的时候，也是希望来临的时刻。
应为可能在寻找的那滴雨就在你面前。
我还在窗后，还没走出去，笔也还未拿起。
我放弃。
也许它在逃避，也许是时间未到。
看到了雨滴在窗外，很多感触。
每滴虽然看起来都很类似，但它不以为然。
雨来的时候，也是希望来临的时刻。
应为可能在寻找的那滴雨就在你面前。
我还在窗后，还没走出去，笔也还未拿起。
我放弃。
Monday, September 13, 2010
When music speaks louder than lyrics
A year has gone since I put pen to a feeling. A song ensues and a beautiful enchanting melody has since been written. And finally it is immortalised into a piano piece...
Aptly - words not spoken, yet the music encapsulate every moment that has transpired the whole year. Its really a lovely piece. Possibly the best melody I have came up with...
And because the song is done up, I wrote another song in response to it.
It has been difficult especailly the recent weeks. Given it much thought.
Simply, it takes 2 to clap and when its only one..sadly and truly..its a slap...u could only do and give so much. After so much, if there is the clap, there isn't the response that is forthcoming, and you release its a slap after slap..its perhaps to know the rap is over.
Just knowing you did your best is all that matters.
I woke this morning, looking at the sun. The music continues and it spoke louder than the year that has gone by. Just five more days...
Aptly - words not spoken, yet the music encapsulate every moment that has transpired the whole year. Its really a lovely piece. Possibly the best melody I have came up with...
And because the song is done up, I wrote another song in response to it.
It has been difficult especailly the recent weeks. Given it much thought.
Simply, it takes 2 to clap and when its only one..sadly and truly..its a slap...u could only do and give so much. After so much, if there is the clap, there isn't the response that is forthcoming, and you release its a slap after slap..its perhaps to know the rap is over.
Just knowing you did your best is all that matters.
I woke this morning, looking at the sun. The music continues and it spoke louder than the year that has gone by. Just five more days...
Friday, August 27, 2010
The weight of expectancy
It is hard when someone promise you so much yet deny the fulfilment of that promise.
Disappointment can sap a person.
You can do only so much and still so much. When the giving stops, the grace stops.
I would never want to stop the grace, but yet in that grace when it is only a direction that is one way, how long could the giving without the disappointment cripples you.
It has been more than a year.
I hvae kept a melody. When I hear again this tune, how much more would the weight of expectancy again cause a crashing reminder.
We are after all nothing.
It is almost time. And its time I call time.
Done so much but it amounts to really nothing.
The weight of expectacy. Alas is only still a weight of expectancy.
Disappointment can sap a person.
You can do only so much and still so much. When the giving stops, the grace stops.
I would never want to stop the grace, but yet in that grace when it is only a direction that is one way, how long could the giving without the disappointment cripples you.
It has been more than a year.
I hvae kept a melody. When I hear again this tune, how much more would the weight of expectancy again cause a crashing reminder.
We are after all nothing.
It is almost time. And its time I call time.
Done so much but it amounts to really nothing.
The weight of expectacy. Alas is only still a weight of expectancy.
Monday, August 9, 2010
Blind spots
I wonder why. But its really not easy to keep forgiving and not feel any tinge of disappointment. Vague as I might write but I guess how long this patience may last. Sigh...
Forgave and keep forgiving. Tough lesson.
Hope I can by His grace keep forgiving....
Forgave and keep forgiving. Tough lesson.
Hope I can by His grace keep forgiving....
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Memory melody
As I hear the melody of a song that I have written over a year, it is the memories of the yesteryear that flashes by.
We can't hold the past, neither we can know the future. But whatever that endears us is a memory that is so dear.
A melody with no words, yet it has inscriptions beyond words.
I wrote this song for purpose. An endering purpose.
A song with words yet without.
Perhaps the best melody I have thought of simply because it was the best memories I had.
We can't hold the past, neither we can know the future. But whatever that endears us is a memory that is so dear.
A melody with no words, yet it has inscriptions beyond words.
I wrote this song for purpose. An endering purpose.
A song with words yet without.
Perhaps the best melody I have thought of simply because it was the best memories I had.
Monday, August 2, 2010
A Letter
Why do I sleep late sometimes and sometimes early. Tonight, I watch a show, titled "letters to God". Moving. Very much so.
Yet looking and reflecting the live that I lived, I guess there are now more regrets. Things not said but hope.
Some things would never be spoken. But letters to God, yeah they find its way to Him.
I wish I could simply say what I want to everyone. Sometimes hold back just because I don't want people to be hurt. To remain protected. Relationships etc..u name it.
But with God, everything I want to say can be a letter to Him.
Yet looking and reflecting the live that I lived, I guess there are now more regrets. Things not said but hope.
Some things would never be spoken. But letters to God, yeah they find its way to Him.
I wish I could simply say what I want to everyone. Sometimes hold back just because I don't want people to be hurt. To remain protected. Relationships etc..u name it.
But with God, everything I want to say can be a letter to Him.
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