想你 14

昨晚 我独自到海边,
坐在我们曾经 一起坐过的石椅上。
石椅有一点湿湿的。。。
微风让从树上的雨水 滴落到我的肩膀。。。

眼前的海好黑暗。。。
海里有鱼儿在游着吗？
我想 ，要不是月光，
我也看不见 海的浪漫。

Father and mother and television

My father comes home and reigns as his television king.

My mother comes home and complains the volume is too loud.

She takes the remote control, turns down the volume, switches channel, and turns up the volume.
Some minutes later,
My father takes the remote control, turns down the volume, switches channel, and turns up the volume.
Some minutes later,
My mother takes the remote control again, turns down the volume, switches channel, and turns up the volume.
Some minutes later...

This will carry on until one of them falls asleep from the fatigue.
The other, usually my father, will reign as the monarch until he/she too falls asleep in front of the tv, reluctant to relinquish his/her kingship.

Converse

Where are you going?
I want coffee.
At this time (8.41pm) you still want to drink coffee?
(silence)
You don't want to sleep tonight?
I need to work.
How about coke? I bought cola?
I want coffee.

Where have you been hiding?

“Where have you been?” He asked her with begetting intent.

“No where in particular,” she replied, embarrassing him with how apparent he was to her. This was hard for her to bear, so she said,

“I’ve been hiding.”

“Hiding? Where have you been hiding?” He asked, this time, with more care.

“Nowhere that you couldn’t have found,” she calmly retorted, “if you had tried to find. What about yourself? Where have you been?”

Coffee and butter cookies

On Sunday, she made him a cup of instant “three-in-one” coffee, which she had bought especially for him since she did not have the habit to drink coffee herself. He personally did not mind cheap coffee like these, except that she tended to add too much water so that it tasted a little like the drain. She knew that he hated that. He had mentioned it to her several times before. Yet, she would do it again and again, on purpose. He would think that maybe she did it to revenge for a reason he was unaware of. She did not know why she wanted to do it on purpose. He guessed she did it just to get on his nerves, perhaps. She knew that she did it on purpose, though.

He brought her a packet of butter cookies that contained twelve pieces of cookies. She never quite did particularly like butter cookies but did not let him know. He was trying to explain to her the concept of eternity. She refuses to imagine how two lines may be converging for eternity yet never ever meet.

She could not understand or accept the concept of the idea. She could not even forgive the absurdity of the idea enough to ignore it, or to simply forget it. Perhaps, to her, the idea was vulgar and it was not that she could not, but rather, she would not allow it to pass and therefore was thoroughly irritated.

He, on the other hand, had always enjoyed speaking to her if not for the fact that she always tried to contain him and his ideas. It was in his preference to enjoy flicking away people’s assumptions about the world that were taken for granted, much like how one would flick away used toothpicks, but she would never allow him to do so with her. This sustained his interests, because it annoyed him tremendously.

“If your hair keeps growing white for all eternity, how can it never ever be completely white? Can you imagine that?” She said, attempting to present a counter-example which she thought would show that the logic is impossible, but only to show how she failed to understand.

He sighed loudly and hung his head by the neck, shaking it from side to side. He was exasperated. He took his thoughts away from the conversation for a moment as he watched a drop of coffee crawl down the side of its mug.

“If my hair grows white, and I’d still have you by my side, I won’t care if for all eternity, I’d have to drink diluted coffee.”

Upon hearing his surrender, she too abandoned her foolish indignation and they finally kissed.