"你甚麼在這?" "Why are you here?"

微雨的台北 散步在藝廊間

很開心看了兩個很感心的攝影展

自然的呼喚還是不時存在的

繞到新光三越去找聽雨軒

左前方突然有個人影快步的朝我走過來

心想: 我不要買東西啦 我只是要找廁所 不要煩我

A: W!!! 你甚麼在這?!!

W: A 越來越漂亮了耶!!! 我,哈, 沒啦 我只是在找廁所

A: (突然了解一個不逛街的人出現在百貨公司的臉) 哈 哈 難怪.


In the light raining Taipei, wondering around the galleries.

Just felt glad for seeing two really nice photo exhibitions, "the nature call" came.

Right at that moment, I was around a department store.

Fast walking at the first floor of the department store and looked for the sign of two little couples.

A fast moving figure at the corner of my eye toward me.

"Please leave me alone, I do not want to buy anything, I just need a restroom." I was thinking.

A: W!!! Why are you here?

W: A! O My! You are prettier and prettier each time I saw you. Me? Here? Ha! I just need to go to the ladies room.

A: O~~ I see. (with finally understood facial expression to see a person who do not do shopping showing up in a department store.)

喜劇--生命的延續 Comedy--the passing life

很愛一個朋友的貓

每次看到他 總是在睡

好像是老了 而不是懶呼呼

一問之下 已經結了紮 所以 沒有小小他 有任何機會可以複製出來

說也奇怪

當時腦海裡 浮現是老哥有喜訊的幸福光采

新生命 生命的延續 就是人生的喜劇啊

Like a friend's cat very much. Whenever I saw him, he is always sleeping.

At first, I thought he is a lazy cat but turn out he is just getting aged.

I asked my friend why he does not have any kitty of his own.

He is so cute and shall have a kitty just exactly like him.

But he had the operation, well... "that one" so there is no any single chance to have any copy of him in his life.

I do not know why, but right at that moment, what came up into my mind was the glowing shinning face of my brother when he knew his wife is carrying a baby.

A new life is the passing life, a life comedy.

逆流 upstream

最近在朋友的網誌上發現自己兩年前的網誌連結

點了進去 健忘的我

看了網誌卻好像不是自己的

忍不住拿出日記本 用手抄下

或許冷冰冰的字看多了 又愛上自己那歪歪扭扭的字

就如數位照片 總覺得像是仿的Armani西裝 只有假像 沒有實感

這或許是在逆流中行走的我 老在暗房裡搖來搖去的吧

Recently, found my very own blog link in a friend's blog. The blog which I used two years and no longer used anymore.
Since having a bad memory problem, I could not help myself to click the link and checked it.
When I surfed that blog, it seemed like someone else instead of my own.

Took my dairy and wrote it down.

Maybe in those days, most of information around me are perfect computer typing words and that made me love my own crazy drawing-like hand writing again.

It is similar to the digital photo, I always feel it is like a fake Armani suit which only has the image instead of quality.

Maybe that is the reason why a person who i am is going to upstream of the digital trend always in the darkroom and shake the developing tank.