行得通不通?

By the way: Pornography

By the way : You light up my life

By the way: Sand-Biscuits

Won't you buy a biscuit? Please?

By the way: Safety Device

The Bayon

You appeared out of nowhere and with a kind smile, you said,

"Come, follow me, I'll bring you to the most beautiful place in the world."

On my way there, in between thoughts about work and other mundane thoughts, I studied the intensity of your shadow as I put my feet deep in the tracks that you made. At first, I thought I should make full use of the silent trek to contemplate on what to do with my life, or at least, what I would do about all the things to do back in the office... you know, 'constructive' thoughts. My only revelations were, however, to realise that I was lucid dreaming again - from noticing how the shadows looked very serious despite it not being particularly sunny - and that I did not recognise you from anywhere I could remember.

"Excuse me," I asked, "but where is the most beautiful place in the world?"

"You'd know where, when you get there," you said.

I tried to relax myself.

We walked by a dry pond, where a lot of headless dragonflies congregated - almost a swarm - but it was not very beautiful, just miraculous, perhaps, and somewhat creepy, so we didn't stop.

We walked by a ruined temple, about which gathered a group of ladies who had the upper body of humans and the lower body of snakes. They were singing and dancing - or that might have been the way they spoke normally - and they were really quite beautiful... with their graceful poise and dresses, and especially, with the way their snake scales glowed or shimmered... but I didn't think this was where, so we didn't stop.

As we went deeper into the forest, the ground became muddier until it didn't make sense for me to walk in your tracks any further, so I tried to find my own footing... I was engrossed in keeping balance and thoughts on how tedious it would be to clean my shoes until I made up my mind to throw them away when we were through.

When we came upon a clearing where the ground was hard again, I looked up and knew I was there.

I stood before the Bayon, stunned. All my silly thoughts and worries and wastes of mind dissipated into the glorious light that engulfed me - I was quiet. I carefully beheld the sight before me and dared not to breathe too hard lest I were to wake myself up.

From the silence, a whisper in my head secretly told me you had left, and that I was alone, and it asked me what to do next. I did not know. It asked me something else. I did not know. I did not know anything. And I did not care anymore. I could no longer.

I could only be quiet, in awe of the most beautiful place in the world.

By the way: Egg

By the way: The Guitar Player

By the way: Pink

By the way: There's something about the way

There's something about the way he looked, sitting on the back of the lorry truck.
Maybe it's the way he crossed his legs or maybe it was the way his bright orange uniform shone in the afternoon sun.
Or perhaps it was the way he listened to his friend, or not, or the way he leaned against nothing.
Maybe it was the way there's something about the way he looked at me.

The One-Legged Lady

I thought I was crazy when I saw her
but now I just cannot forget her
and how she whispered into my ear
for us to sleep together.

By the way: Slippers

Reminder: The dead lizard is dead

I was walking around in my dream and saw a dead lizard on the ground, so I took a picture of it.


See how it was dried and fried by a hot sun of sorts. I was amused by how, even in its death, it camouflaged itself with the grey concrete pretty well. The lizard must have died in a dramatically, with a right hand put to its chest in restraint, and a left hand caught dead flailing with unrestraint. Now they're dried and stuck there forever. This lizard must have been left alone to die, with nobody around to rest the body in a more comfortable resting position.

I was moved by it. It looks so heartbroken. Don't you agree?

Come to think of it, it's been more than two years since I wrote about the jilted lizard, a heartbroken lizard I met in a dream before this. It was on a hot day too. I wonder how is he.

Was this he? I curiously examined the anatomy of the dead lizard, if it was a female then it won't be the jilted lizard. But it was male... I think.

"Poor, poor, lizard, are you the jilted lizard? Have you come back to look for me? Do you have something to tell me? Or are you another lizard? Did you die heartbroken too? Do all lizards take matters of love so seriously...?"

"It doesn't matter," the dead lizard suddenly said, "Whether I died heartbroken or were wronged or were right, or if I were the jilted lizard or not, I died. And I am no more. You may take me home and season me with salt to eat, because I am crispy and will taste nice."

In the blink of an eye, the dead lizard had jumped into a plastic container, that had suddenly appeared, with a cover that says it's "microwave reheatable", and "reheatable" is apparently not even a word. I realised that the plastic container used to contain horfun but was washed and cleaned out to be reusable (which, by the way, qualifies as a word).

When I woke up, he was on my bed-side table.

To be able to take pictures in dreams is one thing, and to have a dead lizard who told me to eat him in my dream and then to wake up next to him is at a triple-advanced level that I didn't know I was at.

I wanted to apologise to him for taking him home, but he did say that he was dead and no more. I'm not sure if I agree with him, because if he was dead and no more, how could he speak to me?

Today is a wonderful day, with the weather the way I like it. It may be a little too cloudy to see the blue skies, but the winds are blowing and herding the clouds by fast. The trees are dancing, and if I close my eyes and listen carefully, I can hear the sha-sha sound from the different trees. The sound of the palm trees. The sound of the pine trees. The sound of the dunno-what-they're-called-trees. The sound of my curtains flying, the sound of the hairs on my ears tingling... the clackity-clack of me typing... the voices in my head... the lizard's talking... The world is alive, and the wind - its breath, and these sounds - its music and song.

Is the dead lizard not yet dead? Like how the world is alive, as long as I pay my attention to it? I don't know, because, here, right in front of me, in his plastic coffin, with a broken tail and two little bulgy things that look like they were testicles, lies a lifeless corpse - an undeniable reminder. That the dead lizard is dead. Like how I shall one day die. And that it won't really matter how or why.


(For the dead lizard and the jilted lizard. RIP.)

By the way: (No) Stopping Anytime

By the way: Untitled

By the way: A Mercedes

小时候 常常听见 大人们说 Mercedes 也可以 用福建话叫 “免修理” (mian2 xiu1 li4) - 不必修理的意思。
每当有人说出 这个不好笑的笑话 都会有人跟着笑。

长大了 才了解 应该叫它做 “不免修理” (mm3 mian2 xiu1 li4) 会比较适合。
可是 说出来了 很有可能 大家会觉得 这更不好笑。

By the way: She sells...

She sells tombstones by the roadside-store.

Light bulb

Contrary to what the Sony ad would have us believe,
there's no music playing in the round-lamp-shades-bubble-glass-helmets.
The panasonic light bulb liked music and singing and was optimistic at first,
and betrayed his friends to climb up the lamp
and was stuck there to be lonesome every night.


It would be bored to death if not for being made miserable by the insensitive leaflets of the hedge who would play amongst themselves and cruelly mocked the light bulb for having been stupid to believe in advertisements.

It had dreamt of entering American Idol if not for this.

It wanted to sing to the hedge, but alas! they could not hear it. So it thought nobody could hear it and sang to nobody. But the moth and ants with wings could hear it, so sometimes they'll be so drawn to its singing that they smashed themselves onto the lamp-casing and die. Some lived to fly into the lamp shade, and they would be driven berserk by the intoxicating rendition of whitney housten's "I will always love you", and they will flutter around like crazy until they died of severe dehydration. The light bulb didn't understand them, and just thought that they were just annoying to make a mess.

At the Tarsier Farm

Untitled

(sneak.)