impressionism

when time freezes
i stop breathing
and die momentarily

you touch the hands
it starts again

i come back to life

withnail and i

青春

"難道你只得空想嗎?
難道你放棄夏季都肯嗎?
難道你不想瀟灑嗎?
難道你怕去面對開心嗎?"

我青春
我什麽都敢試
我沒有不可能
我幻想
我瘋
我傻
我嚇你一跳

你愛我嗎?

cold but warm

Today is cold.

She hid under the blanket.
She rejected my sweet.
She had a bad mood.
She thought I was stupid thinking that she couldn't see I hid behind the door.
She didn't say goodbye when I left.
She waited for her sister.

She love her sister.
I love her sister.
They are cute.
This two little girls are the best.
I am happy.

My drink

There was this 3 year-old kid sitting in front of me.
He told me, "You are an ice tea..."

I always have hot drink during breakfast.
I usually order cold one during lunch or dinner.
And i like ice tea.

There was an ice-tea next to my bowl of rice.
I answered, "Yes, and you're an ice lemonade..."
The little sweetheart made a funny face. I had no idea what it meant.
Scientists say that a 3-year-old cant fully distinguish the emotions of human facial expressions.
Well, neither can i understand the facial expression of little Clarence.
I have known him for one year only but he has been learning a lot from his surroundings.
Day by day, he becomes more clever.
Or maybe even a little wicked for a 3-year-old.
I wonder, after 19 years, why I have turned more wicked than clever.
I guess maybe the surroundings where i am brought up are more wicked than clever.
Ok, I am not clever simply because I am lazy and stupid and stuff...
No excuse...

The glass of ice tea, placed in a warm place, started to cover in moist.
The ice tea belong to the fringe.
There was an order telling him to come out of the fridge and into the cruel table.
He knew that it's not a matter whether this table suits him or not.
Sooner or later he would have to go there.
It's only a matter of time.
In the beginning, he suffered.
But he didn't give up.
He cried.
After a while, he had learnt to adapt.
Survival skill.
He turned into the temperature of his surroundings.
He started to cry less and less.
Then he stopped crying.
The ice tea
is not longer an ice tea...

There was this weak tasted tea with melted ice.

My cold drink,
when you come out of your fringe,
I guess you will surprise the world...

well...
at least this world.