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Juin-Yinhttp://juinyin.blog.co.uk/en-EUhourly82000-01-01T12:00+00:00Juin-Yinhttp://juinyin.blog.co.uk/http://data5.blog.de/design/preview/b2/d6064e1f7c8b80a19f6ec0dd612a0a_160x200.jpgBody Artshttp://juinyin.blog.co.uk/2007/09/03/body_arts~2915221/2007-09-03T09:20:07+02:00 <a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=1936493" title="Musee du Louvre_Painting"><img src="http://data4.blog.de/media/493/1936493_44736c0e6b_t.jpg" alt="Musee du Louvre_Painting" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=1936494" title="Musee du Louvre_Sculptures II"><img src="http://data4.blog.de/media/494/1936494_3ea458fa0d_t.jpg" alt="Musee du Louvre_Sculptures II" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=1936495" title="Musee du Louvre_Sculptures I"><img src="http://data4.blog.de/media/495/1936495_27f9a99a80_t.jpg" alt="Musee du Louvre_Sculptures I" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a>I watched a TV show about ‘Body Art’. Two common body arts we are quite familiar with, Tatoo-ing and body piercing. I am going to share something that stunned me today, a new trend in body art. It is called “scarification”. If you think tattoo and body piercing are crazy, then this is the extreme case. In the show, a girl was wearing a top completely exposed her back, showing off a magnificent bamboo leaves pattern that “carved” on her back. That is the concept of scarification. The skin of her back was peeled off with special metal tools, exposing the flesh underneath. The body modification was performed by a professional body artist, by applying topical anesthetic onto the desired area. The skin tissues will then be cut according to certain pre-designed patterns. When the wounds heal, there leaves a darker red marks, a permanent patterned scar on the body. Stunning… The host of the show interviewed few viewers, most of them think that was a crazy act, a body torturing rather than a piece of art. What d’u you think? To me, frankly, it was a piece of nice art. Nice, indeed a pity, as art becomes permanent damage to skin tissues, no tuning back. The limitation is, the pattern has to be entirely shown, else it would served more like a “scar” than an art if it is partially seen. In "The Passage of Time", a stage show, one of the lady performers has a metal ball pierced at her tongue. At first I heard she talked, the speech was not as clear as a normal people talking, it was like someone talks with a candy in mouth. When she sang, then I saw, there was a metal ball mounted in her tongue. No wonder she could not speak clearly. When she sang and opened her mouth wide, I could see flash of the metal ball. It was pretty, I thought. Somehow the process of piercing the ball thru the muscle of the tongue, ouch… I can’t imagine that. Apart from that, a ball in mouth would more or less affect the eating and oral behaviors, I believe. Most modern ladies nowadays have earrings pierced at the earlobes. I appreciate body arts. However, I do not see a necessity to do so on my body. I have never had any piercing. Body art is very much depending on the angle you are looking at the piece of art. Some people see a naked body as a symbol or sex, and some would suggest a naked body is a piece of art. I am an artistic person, I definitely think a human body is a piece of art. The sculptures of the 17th century were all naked men and women. They emphasized on the beauty of bodylines and shapes, no sexual message at all. How far do you think body arts can go? It’s beyond you and my imagination, believe it. <a href="http://juinyin.blog.co.uk/2007/09/03/body_arts~2915221/#comments">Comments</a>

I watched a TV show about ‘Body Art’. Two common body arts we are quite familiar with, Tatoo-ing and body piercing. I am going to share something that stunned me today, a new trend in body art. It is called “scarification”. If you think tattoo and body piercing are crazy, then this is the extreme case.

In the show, a girl was wearing a top completely exposed her back, showing off a magnificent bamboo leaves pattern that “carved” on her back. That is the concept of scarification. The skin of her back was peeled off with special metal tools, exposing the flesh underneath. The body modification was performed by a professional body artist, by applying topical anesthetic onto the desired area. The skin tissues will then be cut according to certain pre-designed patterns. When the wounds heal, there leaves a darker red marks, a permanent patterned scar on the body. Stunning… The host of the show interviewed few viewers, most of them think that was a crazy act, a body torturing rather than a piece of art. What d’u you think? To me, frankly, it was a piece of nice art. Nice, indeed a pity, as art becomes permanent damage to skin tissues, no tuning back. The limitation is, the pattern has to be entirely shown, else it would served more like a “scar” than an art if it is partially seen.

In "The Passage of Time", a stage show, one of the lady performers has a metal ball pierced at her tongue. At first I heard she talked, the speech was not as clear as a normal people talking, it was like someone talks with a candy in mouth. When she sang, then I saw, there was a metal ball mounted in her tongue. No wonder she could not speak clearly. When she sang and opened her mouth wide, I could see flash of the metal ball. It was pretty, I thought. Somehow the process of piercing the ball thru the muscle of the tongue, ouch… I can’t imagine that. Apart from that, a ball in mouth would more or less affect the eating and oral behaviors, I believe.

Most modern ladies nowadays have earrings pierced at the earlobes. I appreciate body arts. However, I do not see a necessity to do so on my body. I have never had any piercing. Body art is very much depending on the angle you are looking at the piece of art. Some people see a naked body as a symbol or sex, and some would suggest a naked body is a piece of art. I am an artistic person, I definitely think a human body is a piece of art. The sculptures of the 17th century were all naked men and women. They emphasized on the beauty of bodylines and shapes, no sexual message at all.

How far do you think body arts can go? It’s beyond you and my imagination, believe it.

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]]>鬼话连篇之--------“中国人鬼多”http://juinyin.blog.co.uk/2007/09/03/a_39740_a_35805_a_36830_a_31687_a_20043_~2914705/2007-09-03T07:13:20+02:00 <a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=1936502" title="白水河（2）"><img src="http://data4.blog.de/media/502/1936502_9f6cc2e7d2_t.jpg" alt="白水河（2）" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a>中国十三亿人口，公认的全世界人口爆炸第一国。前阵子和妈妈去云南旅行，呵呵，原来不止人多，鬼也多。 我们在昆明市下榻的那间可算是市内数一数二的大酒店，设备齐全，服务周到。没的弹，不过房间的确有点诡异。就单单那一层楼，间间几乎都“客满”。第一晚，我有异样的感觉，纯粹感觉。第二晚换了房，妈妈说她整晚都睡不安，被一件软软的物体挤压。之后一晚在九乡，酒店位于郊外，人烟没有昆明市般稠密，较恬静和简单。夜晚很宁静。床还蛮硬的。好不容易进入梦乡，半梦半醒间我突然听见有人讲话。很大声，在妈妈的床位那里。我看了看妈妈，她睡得正甜，不像讲梦话。数秒钟后当我神志清醒，知道灵异事件又发生了。那根本不是妈妈的声音，是个年轻男子，说的是当地少数民族的语言。好彩不是唱歌或跳舞，那可一点都不可爱。不过没有其他恐怖的骚扰。 过后和团友们聊起，才知道当中很多人都经历灵异事件。那个眼睛大大的美眉说夜里起床见到个男孩站在她的床头，她的弟弟说睡梦里有人戳他的腰部。那对姐妹花说，她在收拾行李当儿感觉有人盯着她看，而且站得很近。那个白头发伯伯的太太说半夜有人掐她的喉咙。隔房的那位说半夜起身发现电视机开着，而且正播放着鬼戏，那女鬼的脸大刺刺出现整个荧幕，吓得她魂飞魄散。很多很多。不过大伙儿都是在乘搭回程的班机时才说出来，因为担心吓到团友们，真体贴。 人口和“鬼口”是不是有直接关系，我想多少有的。不过可以肯定，快乐的地方有比较少徘徊在人间的灵魂。 <a href="http://juinyin.blog.co.uk/2007/09/03/a_39740_a_35805_a_36830_a_31687_a_20043_~2914705/#comments">Comments</a>

中国十三亿人口，公认的全世界人口爆炸第一国。前阵子和妈妈去云南旅行，呵呵，原来不止人多，鬼也多。

我们在昆明市下榻的那间可算是市内数一数二的大酒店，设备齐全，服务周到。没的弹，不过房间的确有点诡异。就单单那一层楼，间间几乎都“客满”。第一晚，我有异样的感觉，纯粹感觉。第二晚换了房，妈妈说她整晚都睡不安，被一件软软的物体挤压。之后一晚在九乡，酒店位于郊外，人烟没有昆明市般稠密，较恬静和简单。夜晚很宁静。床还蛮硬的。好不容易进入梦乡，半梦半醒间我突然听见有人讲话。很大声，在妈妈的床位那里。我看了看妈妈，她睡得正甜，不像讲梦话。数秒钟后当我神志清醒，知道灵异事件又发生了。那根本不是妈妈的声音，是个年轻男子，说的是当地少数民族的语言。好彩不是唱歌或跳舞，那可一点都不可爱。不过没有其他恐怖的骚扰。

过后和团友们聊起，才知道当中很多人都经历灵异事件。那个眼睛大大的美眉说夜里起床见到个男孩站在她的床头，她的弟弟说睡梦里有人戳他的腰部。那对姐妹花说，她在收拾行李当儿感觉有人盯着她看，而且站得很近。那个白头发伯伯的太太说半夜有人掐她的喉咙。隔房的那位说半夜起身发现电视机开着，而且正播放着鬼戏，那女鬼的脸大刺刺出现整个荧幕，吓得她魂飞魄散。很多很多。不过大伙儿都是在乘搭回程的班机时才说出来，因为担心吓到团友们，真体贴。

人口和“鬼口”是不是有直接关系，我想多少有的。不过可以肯定，快乐的地方有比较少徘徊在人间的灵魂。

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]]>鬼话连篇之--------“镜中人”http://juinyin.blog.co.uk/2007/09/03/a_39740_a_35805_a_36830_a_31687_a_20043_~2914672/2007-09-03T07:02:10+02:00 和老爸去吃粿条汤。因为穿得太随便，不敢东张西望怕遇到熟人。低头猛啃当儿，眼角余光扫瞄到不远处一桌认识的。十几年不见一眼就认得的那个，全级人都叫他“小叮当”的人；另一个背着我的，不必转头也知道是谁；至于那位一直望向我这里的，抱歉，真的没印象。今天要讲的和这班人完全扯不上关系，只是啃面和尽量不要看他们的当儿，突然间我解开多年来缠绕着我的一个谜。 你有没有这样的经验，望着镜子里的人，觉得那个镜中人是另外一个人，他正在注视你的一举一动？十岁之前，我一直有这种强烈而真实的感觉。那个男人，高高瘦瘦戴副眼镜，他时常从镜中注视着我，有时好像有话要说，有时纯粹只是在看。怪就怪在，他不是无所不在，他只出现在我衣柜里头那副全身镜。当时学校有个男生，高高瘦瘦戴眼镜，读隔我几班，我不认识他。他很文静，有点怪。我说他怪，是因为我常感觉他在“偷偷”看我。具体来说，他长得很像那衣柜里头的男人，那感觉就像那个镜中人在看着我，令人头皮发麻。当时八九岁的我还以为自己精神有毛病，无端端看到“同学”从镜子里看着我。 二十几年后的今天，我突然间醒悟，我从镜子见到的根本不是我的小学同学，也不是我精神分裂。那出现在镜中的眼睛根本属于住在我房里头，“他”的眼睛。。。我终于明白了。也有点内疚，一直以来错怪了我那个小学同学。 <a href="http://juinyin.blog.co.uk/2007/09/03/a_39740_a_35805_a_36830_a_31687_a_20043_~2914672/#comments">Comments</a> 和老爸去吃粿条汤。因为穿得太随便，不敢东张西望怕遇到熟人。低头猛啃当儿，眼角余光扫瞄到不远处一桌认识的。十几年不见一眼就认得的那个，全级人都叫他“小叮当”的人；另一个背着我的，不必转头也知道是谁；至于那位一直望向我这里的，抱歉，真的没印象。今天要讲的和这班人完全扯不上关系，只是啃面和尽量不要看他们的当儿，突然间我解开多年来缠绕着我的一个谜。

你有没有这样的经验，望着镜子里的人，觉得那个镜中人是另外一个人，他正在注视你的一举一动？十岁之前，我一直有这种强烈而真实的感觉。那个男人，高高瘦瘦戴副眼镜，他时常从镜中注视着我，有时好像有话要说，有时纯粹只是在看。怪就怪在，他不是无所不在，他只出现在我衣柜里头那副全身镜。当时学校有个男生，高高瘦瘦戴眼镜，读隔我几班，我不认识他。他很文静，有点怪。我说他怪，是因为我常感觉他在“偷偷”看我。具体来说，他长得很像那衣柜里头的男人，那感觉就像那个镜中人在看着我，令人头皮发麻。当时八九岁的我还以为自己精神有毛病，无端端看到“同学”从镜子里看着我。

二十几年后的今天，我突然间醒悟，我从镜子见到的根本不是我的小学同学，也不是我精神分裂。那出现在镜中的眼睛根本属于住在我房里头，“他”的眼睛。。。我终于明白了。也有点内疚，一直以来错怪了我那个小学同学。

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]]>鬼话连篇之--------“恶鬼与坏人”http://juinyin.blog.co.uk/2007/09/02/a_39740_a_35805_a_36830_a_31687_a_20043_~2911499/2007-09-02T15:58:26+02:00 很奇怪吧，讲起鬼故事，每个人都自然连想到民间传说的“鬼上身”，“鬼害人”之类，而我遇见的似乎都不够坏，不够新鲜刺激。Choy，我也不想遇见恶鬼。遇见恶鬼的确不比遇到坏人好多少。 大学时期校园鬼故事听是听的蛮多，但真实性值得怀疑。大二那年，倒是有宗轰动校园的真实故事。故事主角是位大一马来女生，就读我同系。我们化学工程系就坐落在校园内一座小山坡顶，山脚是片荒地和学生宿舍。据说那位女生当天上午不舒服，独自一个人走下山坡走回宿舍，途中，被一个恶鬼盯上，上了她的身体。马来女生典型的歇斯底里，还出动了大学里的巫师来和他谈判。听说谈判过程很可怕，可想象从一个纤细女生的嘴巴，吐出男人的声音，而且还是数百年前的古马来话。他说他来直宿舍旁的山上，家乡在丁加奴，想借用那女生的身体回乡办些事。巫师请他离开女生的身体，他不肯。谈判失败。 几天后，我在回教堂底层考试。正埋头苦干当儿，回教堂上面陆续传来刺耳的尖叫声。是那种令人毛骨悚然的嘶喊声。如果你看过那出“驱魔人”，该不难想象我所谓的毛骨悚然是怎样的程度。教授叫我们专心考试不要分心。过了一阵子，嘶喊声慢慢转化为凄凉的啼哭声。有种哭声，听见比你看见那哭泣的人更可怕，就那种哭声。之后才知道，当时那女生被绑在回教堂里，数位巫师向她施法驱魔，才成功把那恶鬼从她身体驱出。之后女生恢复正常，只是有短时间精神有点恍惚，眼神空洞呆滞。 所以我说，遇见恶鬼的确不比遇到坏人好多少。不过每个人都好像怕鬼比较多，为什么？ <a href="http://juinyin.blog.co.uk/2007/09/02/a_39740_a_35805_a_36830_a_31687_a_20043_~2911499/#comments">Comments</a> 很奇怪吧，讲起鬼故事，每个人都自然连想到民间传说的“鬼上身”，“鬼害人”之类，而我遇见的似乎都不够坏，不够新鲜刺激。Choy，我也不想遇见恶鬼。遇见恶鬼的确不比遇到坏人好多少。

大学时期校园鬼故事听是听的蛮多，但真实性值得怀疑。大二那年，倒是有宗轰动校园的真实故事。故事主角是位大一马来女生，就读我同系。我们化学工程系就坐落在校园内一座小山坡顶，山脚是片荒地和学生宿舍。据说那位女生当天上午不舒服，独自一个人走下山坡走回宿舍，途中，被一个恶鬼盯上，上了她的身体。马来女生典型的歇斯底里，还出动了大学里的巫师来和他谈判。听说谈判过程很可怕，可想象从一个纤细女生的嘴巴，吐出男人的声音，而且还是数百年前的古马来话。他说他来直宿舍旁的山上，家乡在丁加奴，想借用那女生的身体回乡办些事。巫师请他离开女生的身体，他不肯。谈判失败。

几天后，我在回教堂底层考试。正埋头苦干当儿，回教堂上面陆续传来刺耳的尖叫声。是那种令人毛骨悚然的嘶喊声。如果你看过那出“驱魔人”，该不难想象我所谓的毛骨悚然是怎样的程度。教授叫我们专心考试不要分心。过了一阵子，嘶喊声慢慢转化为凄凉的啼哭声。有种哭声，听见比你看见那哭泣的人更可怕，就那种哭声。之后才知道，当时那女生被绑在回教堂里，数位巫师向她施法驱魔，才成功把那恶鬼从她身体驱出。之后女生恢复正常，只是有短时间精神有点恍惚，眼神空洞呆滞。

所以我说，遇见恶鬼的确不比遇到坏人好多少。不过每个人都好像怕鬼比较多，为什么？

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]]>鬼话连篇之--------“红旗袍女郎”http://juinyin.blog.co.uk/2007/09/02/a_39740_a_35805_a_36830_a_31687_a_20043_~2909525/2007-09-02T09:39:16+02:00 <a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=1936498" title="Picture 083"><img src="http://data4.blog.de/media/498/1936498_dcfd366b9a_t.jpg" alt="Picture 083" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a>我所谓的搬家，其实是从这一座租屋搬去隔壁座租屋，就这样。我很讨厌搬家，虽然东西不多，咳，女人东西“不多”的标准是和男人的标准有一定的差距。哈，有了前前后后几宗“案例”后，我下定决心找间阳光普照的房子。而妮介绍的这间，其实和我之前的一模一样，只是镜子版本而已。当然咯，隔壁座还指望什么大差别。不同的是，这间房子已改装过，客厅分割多一间客房。我拿的正是这间多出来的房间。跩就跩在，它有一整面的黑玻璃落地窗！何止阳光普照，简直是奢侈。刚迁入的时候，屋主J 去了毛里裘斯公干，要好几个月才回来一次。二房三房住着两对中国和新泰情侣。怪事在我住的第二晚发生。 我做了个可怕的梦。我梦见一个女人，一个穿红色旗袍，身材苗条高挑的女人，她站在一栋高楼大厦的顶楼边缘，准备跳楼。她旗袍领子上，没有头。我从梦中被吓醒。最近搬家可能太累了，我心想，也就没放在心上。 两天后，我又做了同样的梦。这次，同一个女人，她的头颅被人从水中捞起。天，她到底是谁？为什么我连续梦见同一个女人？我开始怀疑“她”也许就在我身边。难道“她”居住在这个新单位？肯定不是我的房，那是哪一间房？在我开始留意其它房间的动静的时候，那对中国房客在某个清晨不动声色匆匆搬出去，四天后那对新加坡男子和他的泰籍女友也不再回来，东西都原封不动留在房里。这可吓坏我了，突然之间整间屋子又变成我一个人和几只蟑螂同住。 屋里少了人气，我也开始感觉这屋子真的还有其它“人”。她的确在这里，我可以感觉她常在夜间徘徊于二房和二房外的洗手间。问题是，那是我的唯一洗手间！没办法之下我尽量不在夜间上厕所，也装作不知道她的存在。井水不犯河水。一直到那个晚上，我洗完澡一踏出洗手间，出其不意的被她吓了一大跳。她站在洗手间门外等我，距离我只有几寸近，很高，不过我不清楚那高度是有头还是没有头的高度，总之高过我就是了。具体说，我的肉眼根本没看见任何东西，但我知道她在那里，穿旗袍，很高挑。 我佯装没看见她，镇定地息了灯，从她身边静静的走开。那次之后，她也没打算再和我沟通，我也继续我的生活直到我搬走。 <a href="http://juinyin.blog.co.uk/2007/09/02/a_39740_a_35805_a_36830_a_31687_a_20043_~2909525/#comments">Comments</a>

我所谓的搬家，其实是从这一座租屋搬去隔壁座租屋，就这样。我很讨厌搬家，虽然东西不多，咳，女人东西“不多”的标准是和男人的标准有一定的差距。哈，有了前前后后几宗“案例”后，我下定决心找间阳光普照的房子。而妮介绍的这间，其实和我之前的一模一样，只是镜子版本而已。当然咯，隔壁座还指望什么大差别。不同的是，这间房子已改装过，客厅分割多一间客房。我拿的正是这间多出来的房间。跩就跩在，它有一整面的黑玻璃落地窗！何止阳光普照，简直是奢侈。刚迁入的时候，屋主J 去了毛里裘斯公干，要好几个月才回来一次。二房三房住着两对中国和新泰情侣。怪事在我住的第二晚发生。

我做了个可怕的梦。我梦见一个女人，一个穿红色旗袍，身材苗条高挑的女人，她站在一栋高楼大厦的顶楼边缘，准备跳楼。她旗袍领子上，没有头。我从梦中被吓醒。最近搬家可能太累了，我心想，也就没放在心上。

两天后，我又做了同样的梦。这次，同一个女人，她的头颅被人从水中捞起。天，她到底是谁？为什么我连续梦见同一个女人？我开始怀疑“她”也许就在我身边。难道“她”居住在这个新单位？肯定不是我的房，那是哪一间房？在我开始留意其它房间的动静的时候，那对中国房客在某个清晨不动声色匆匆搬出去，四天后那对新加坡男子和他的泰籍女友也不再回来，东西都原封不动留在房里。这可吓坏我了，突然之间整间屋子又变成我一个人和几只蟑螂同住。

屋里少了人气，我也开始感觉这屋子真的还有其它“人”。她的确在这里，我可以感觉她常在夜间徘徊于二房和二房外的洗手间。问题是，那是我的唯一洗手间！没办法之下我尽量不在夜间上厕所，也装作不知道她的存在。井水不犯河水。一直到那个晚上，我洗完澡一踏出洗手间，出其不意的被她吓了一大跳。她站在洗手间门外等我，距离我只有几寸近，很高，不过我不清楚那高度是有头还是没有头的高度，总之高过我就是了。具体说，我的肉眼根本没看见任何东西，但我知道她在那里，穿旗袍，很高挑。

我佯装没看见她，镇定地息了灯，从她身边静静的走开。那次之后，她也没打算再和我沟通，我也继续我的生活直到我搬走。

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]]>鬼话连篇之--------“悲哀的眼睛”http://juinyin.blog.co.uk/2007/09/02/a_39740_a_35805_a_36830_a_31687_a_20043_~2909473/2007-09-02T09:30:32+02:00 我相信能和“另类世界”沟通，是遗传。家里六个人中除了我，妈妈和弟弟也有这种能力。虽然我们的能力因人而异，不过都很另类。妈妈常感觉到“他们”的存在，也常被他们吓和欺负。弟弟也一样，不过他会“恶”回去。而我，比较具体感应他们的存在，可以知道他们的形体，性别年龄和其他特征。 2004年我刚迁入位于盛港的新居。环境清幽宁静，房子设计新式，客厅有面全方位的落地窗。我花了几个星期摆设家具和布置，整体上很“家”的感觉。什么都好，就是莫名其妙的不喜欢那间主人房。我一个人住整间屋子，基本上只有那间我睡的那间二房有用。 某天傍晚，我坐在床上面向房外的走廊。发呆，真的脑子空空地。就在我出其不意脑袋空空的当儿，眼前突然出现一个男子。男子很年轻，华裔，二十出头，身形高佻稍瘦，头发及肩半遮住他相当俊俏但很苍白的五官。天哪，一个陌生男子在我家！他正从主人房走出来在我房门外经过，还缓缓别过头来，眼睛正正和我对上！他的眼神很绝望，脸上尽是悲哀，顿时我背椎掀起一阵凉意直到我头顶发麻。眼花，眼花！我想。再不然我精神状态不好，一定是。 当我回过神和镇定下来慢慢回想，我开始感到害怕。那肯定不是眼花我知道。我眼前根本没有什么男子走过，他根本是我潜意识“见”到的形态。简单来说，我的肉眼没看见什么，但我可以感觉他从我房前经过，还故意别过头来看我。一切就像放映的幻灯片印在我脑海，逼真的让我一度怀疑自己眼花了。 那夜我辗转难眠，脑海里不停地浮现他悲哀的眼睛和苍白的脸孔。很怕。第一次我感觉那间屋子不止我一个人住。也勉强逼自己相信，那是我幻想出来的男子。不然，怕自己会疯掉。几个月后的某天，妈妈来新加坡和我小住。在屋子绕了一圈，她告诉我，“你那主人房怪怪的。”是的，妈妈也感觉他的存在。我告诉她有个很年轻很悲哀的男子住在里头。 话说回来，我这个“房客”也不是好惹的。他在我去上班的时候发出声音吓妈妈，还在她睡我的床的时候挤压她。我不得不去告诫他不要惹我妈妈，他才“低调”些。还有，每个星期五十点半Channe5 播放Ghost Whisperer’s时他喜欢出来客厅看。我很衰的在他每次出来时快快转台，气煞他。然而我们俩“人鬼” 由始至终和平相处。我不跟他多谈，只是每回进主人房抹地打扫会礼貌上通知一声，就这样点到为止。2005 年十月，我决定般迁。我犹豫了一阵，曾一度想问问他需不需要帮忙，好帮他脱离这不该属于他的空间。不过想归想，我始终没问他，怕他“跟”着我不放，那就真的烦恼。 <a href="http://juinyin.blog.co.uk/2007/09/02/a_39740_a_35805_a_36830_a_31687_a_20043_~2909473/#comments">Comments</a> 我相信能和“另类世界”沟通，是遗传。家里六个人中除了我，妈妈和弟弟也有这种能力。虽然我们的能力因人而异，不过都很另类。妈妈常感觉到“他们”的存在，也常被他们吓和欺负。弟弟也一样，不过他会“恶”回去。而我，比较具体感应他们的存在，可以知道他们的形体，性别年龄和其他特征。

2004年我刚迁入位于盛港的新居。环境清幽宁静，房子设计新式，客厅有面全方位的落地窗。我花了几个星期摆设家具和布置，整体上很“家”的感觉。什么都好，就是莫名其妙的不喜欢那间主人房。我一个人住整间屋子，基本上只有那间我睡的那间二房有用。

某天傍晚，我坐在床上面向房外的走廊。发呆，真的脑子空空地。就在我出其不意脑袋空空的当儿，眼前突然出现一个男子。男子很年轻，华裔，二十出头，身形高佻稍瘦，头发及肩半遮住他相当俊俏但很苍白的五官。天哪，一个陌生男子在我家！他正从主人房走出来在我房门外经过，还缓缓别过头来，眼睛正正和我对上！他的眼神很绝望，脸上尽是悲哀，顿时我背椎掀起一阵凉意直到我头顶发麻。眼花，眼花！我想。再不然我精神状态不好，一定是。

当我回过神和镇定下来慢慢回想，我开始感到害怕。那肯定不是眼花我知道。我眼前根本没有什么男子走过，他根本是我潜意识“见”到的形态。简单来说，我的肉眼没看见什么，但我可以感觉他从我房前经过，还故意别过头来看我。一切就像放映的幻灯片印在我脑海，逼真的让我一度怀疑自己眼花了。

那夜我辗转难眠，脑海里不停地浮现他悲哀的眼睛和苍白的脸孔。很怕。第一次我感觉那间屋子不止我一个人住。也勉强逼自己相信，那是我幻想出来的男子。不然，怕自己会疯掉。几个月后的某天，妈妈来新加坡和我小住。在屋子绕了一圈，她告诉我，“你那主人房怪怪的。”是的，妈妈也感觉他的存在。我告诉她有个很年轻很悲哀的男子住在里头。

话说回来，我这个“房客”也不是好惹的。他在我去上班的时候发出声音吓妈妈，还在她睡我的床的时候挤压她。我不得不去告诫他不要惹我妈妈，他才“低调”些。还有，每个星期五十点半Channe5 播放Ghost Whisperer’s时他喜欢出来客厅看。我很衰的在他每次出来时快快转台，气煞他。然而我们俩“人鬼” 由始至终和平相处。我不跟他多谈，只是每回进主人房抹地打扫会礼貌上通知一声，就这样点到为止。2005 年十月，我决定般迁。我犹豫了一阵，曾一度想问问他需不需要帮忙，好帮他脱离这不该属于他的空间。不过想归想，我始终没问他，怕他“跟”着我不放，那就真的烦恼。

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]]>鬼话连篇之--------“知己知彼”http://juinyin.blog.co.uk/2007/09/02/a_39740_a_35805_a_36830_a_31687_a_20043_~2909433/2007-09-02T09:20:55+02:00 在很小很小读幼儿园的时候，刚搬来大山脚的我常告诉妈妈和姐姐，我房子里住着“一只鬼”。当然当时年幼的我用“一只”来称呼好像不大礼貌。妈妈她们也不相信，而我也随着年长逐渐淡忘儿时说过的话。 中五毕业我去了柔佛，那房间也就没人睡而变成公用的 store room。至于房里的“那只鬼”是不是还在，我想是的。我没真正见过他，妈妈和弟弟告诉我他有时会笑很大声。每次回乡度假，大姐和我都会挤睡二姐的后房。管他缺氧或是半夜被人踢，我甘愿。偶尔难免得回去我的房间拿东西，每回都是匆匆忙忙，不宜久留。十几年后从新加坡回来，整车装满六年的东西堆满满我的房间。考虑良久决定试着和房里的“那只鬼”沟通沟通，因为我不可能再挤进二姐的后房了。 开始清理放在房里的垃圾，弟弟的模型车、大姐法国拿回来的超大旅行箱、二姐大学先修班的参考书、我大学课本，等等等等。。还有那些姐姐的追求者们送的毛公仔有我三分之一高度，真的不是一两下子可以化腐朽为神奇的。我就暂时睡二姐的房子。 没想到还不到一个礼拜，“他”就来找我了。那个夜里，半梦半醒间他出现在我和二姐的床后端。他很大声的告诉我，日间我开的音乐太大声吵到他，还有，他的名字叫XXX。我当时给吓坏了。第一次有“人”告诉我他生前的姓氏。我担心他的大声说话吓到身边的二姐，第二天就假假问二姐我昨晚有没有讲梦话，或有没有听到什么怪怪的声音。她说没有，好彩。 四五十岁的中年男人，高高瘦瘦，说话洪亮。名叫XXX。我也把那晚的经历告诉妈妈。她说既然他告知他的姓名，他应该没有恶意，我该好好称呼他 “X先生，我会住这房间，你从小看我看到大，应该知道我住这里。” 哈？从小吓我吓到大就有。我没想过这般好好跟他沟通。但毕竟我得每晚睡那张床面对那个木衣柜，得罪他的话也不可一句。选择沉默，他应该明白的。 <a href="http://juinyin.blog.co.uk/2007/09/02/a_39740_a_35805_a_36830_a_31687_a_20043_~2909433/#comments">Comments</a> 在很小很小读幼儿园的时候，刚搬来大山脚的我常告诉妈妈和姐姐，我房子里住着“一只鬼”。当然当时年幼的我用“一只”来称呼好像不大礼貌。妈妈她们也不相信，而我也随着年长逐渐淡忘儿时说过的话。

中五毕业我去了柔佛，那房间也就没人睡而变成公用的 store room。至于房里的“那只鬼”是不是还在，我想是的。我没真正见过他，妈妈和弟弟告诉我他有时会笑很大声。每次回乡度假，大姐和我都会挤睡二姐的后房。管他缺氧或是半夜被人踢，我甘愿。偶尔难免得回去我的房间拿东西，每回都是匆匆忙忙，不宜久留。十几年后从新加坡回来，整车装满六年的东西堆满满我的房间。考虑良久决定试着和房里的“那只鬼”沟通沟通，因为我不可能再挤进二姐的后房了。

开始清理放在房里的垃圾，弟弟的模型车、大姐法国拿回来的超大旅行箱、二姐大学先修班的参考书、我大学课本，等等等等。。还有那些姐姐的追求者们送的毛公仔有我三分之一高度，真的不是一两下子可以化腐朽为神奇的。我就暂时睡二姐的房子。

没想到还不到一个礼拜，“他”就来找我了。那个夜里，半梦半醒间他出现在我和二姐的床后端。他很大声的告诉我，日间我开的音乐太大声吵到他，还有，他的名字叫XXX。我当时给吓坏了。第一次有“人”告诉我他生前的姓氏。我担心他的大声说话吓到身边的二姐，第二天就假假问二姐我昨晚有没有讲梦话，或有没有听到什么怪怪的声音。她说没有，好彩。

四五十岁的中年男人，高高瘦瘦，说话洪亮。名叫XXX。我也把那晚的经历告诉妈妈。她说既然他告知他的姓名，他应该没有恶意，我该好好称呼他 “X先生，我会住这房间，你从小看我看到大，应该知道我住这里。”

哈？从小吓我吓到大就有。我没想过这般好好跟他沟通。但毕竟我得每晚睡那张床面对那个木衣柜，得罪他的话也不可一句。选择沉默，他应该明白的。

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]]>25 Hours Birthdayhttp://juinyin.blog.co.uk/2007/09/02/25_hours_birthday~2909265/2007-09-02T08:44:28+02:00 <a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=1936525" title="Long Beach_I"><img src="http://data4.blog.de/media/525/1936525_0b50c95dd5_s.jpg" alt="Long Beach_I" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a>Today, 2-Sept-2007, is just another wet Sunday for the fellow residents in BM. It could be remembered as a good day snuggling in your nest replenishing energy for the last minute shopping for the National Day Sales, and possibly, a crappy morning too, to wake up thinking you are one day older than yesterday, and nothing has been done to make yourself act and think in a more mature way and yet look younger! I am one typical weekender waking up with no plans in mind, hoping someone from the Poh’s family is going to treat me a feast in the evening. And of course, an ice-cream cake would be a bonus! Well, I must not say this is an ordinary day. Today is my birthday, man, MY BIRTHDAY! I told my best friend I am going to give myself a nap as birthday present. I then realised a nap is not gonna give a miracle to my dark circle or erase some wrinkles from my face. No way. It simply makes my day an hour shorter. Thus, I decided to award myself a bigger, and a more meaningful gift. I registered a blog. See, that’s something to make myself feel better (“feel”, to be precise). Something to look forward to, birthday girl! Cheers!! Last year, same date, I was on the Airbus 707 flying to Los Angeles. I told my pal in Vancouver, proudly and loudly, “I have 40 hours for my birthday!” That happened of course. The United State is 16 hours behind Singapore's time. I smiled to myself, wondering how many lucky people on earth could enjoy his birthday other than 24 hours in a year. I was given 40 hours for God sake, I am the darned lucky baby. No doubt I am. What would you do if you have extra hours on your birthday? I tell u what I did. I woke up in the morning busy packing the luggage and viewing over and over the check-list, cleaning up the house again and make sure all windows are nicely shut, a light lunch (in front of the stove), hailed a cab to Changi Airport, spent 2 hours in the waiting lounge drinking plain water, for the next 16 hours had my butt glued to the *^#&%-not-too-big seat moving my toes and playing with the remote control and eating the healthiest meals served by the best airline in the world. Well, well, not one, but two flights in a row. What else can I say? A darned Happy Birthday to myself. I touched down Portland at 10pm, 2 hours left. Picked a car from Dollars and fled to Safeway to grab the last bottle of alcohol sold in that night. Well then, hotel checked, wireless network found, hot water is warm enough, everything set. 2 minutes left for me to drop a message to Boss telling him I have arrived the United States in one piece and the last 3 seconds to tell myself “Happy Birthday". This year, I was asked for my birthday wish. Hell no, I definitely do not deserve a 40 hours birthday. Give me 25 hours, an hour extra for the nap. Or an ice-cream cake, please. <a href="http://juinyin.blog.co.uk/2007/09/02/25_hours_birthday~2909265/#comments">Comments</a>

Today, 2-Sept-2007, is just another wet Sunday for the fellow residents in BM. It could be remembered as a good day snuggling in your nest replenishing energy for the last minute shopping for the National Day Sales, and possibly, a crappy morning too, to wake up thinking you are one day older than yesterday, and nothing has been done to make yourself act and think in a more mature way and yet look younger!

I am one typical weekender waking up with no plans in mind, hoping someone from the Poh’s family is going to treat me a feast in the evening. And of course, an ice-cream cake would be a bonus! Well, I must not say this is an ordinary day. Today is my birthday, man, MY BIRTHDAY! I told my best friend I am going to give myself a nap as birthday present. I then realised a nap is not gonna give a miracle to my dark circle or erase some wrinkles from my face. No way. It simply makes my day an hour shorter. Thus, I decided to award myself a bigger, and a more meaningful gift. I registered a blog. See, that’s something to make myself feel better (“feel”, to be precise). Something to look forward to, birthday girl! Cheers!!

Last year, same date, I was on the Airbus 707 flying to Los Angeles. I told my pal in Vancouver, proudly and loudly, “I have 40 hours for my birthday!” That happened of course. The United State is 16 hours behind Singapore's time. I smiled to myself, wondering how many lucky people on earth could enjoy his birthday other than 24 hours in a year. I was given 40 hours for God sake, I am the darned lucky baby. No doubt I am.

What would you do if you have extra hours on your birthday? I tell u what I did. I woke up in the morning busy packing the luggage and viewing over and over the check-list, cleaning up the house again and make sure all windows are nicely shut, a light lunch (in front of the stove), hailed a cab to Changi Airport, spent 2 hours in the waiting lounge drinking plain water, for the next 16 hours had my butt glued to the *^#&%-not-too-big seat moving my toes and playing with the remote control and eating the healthiest meals served by the best airline in the world. Well, well, not one, but two flights in a row. What else can I say? A darned Happy Birthday to myself. I touched down Portland at 10pm, 2 hours left. Picked a car from Dollars and fled to Safeway to grab the last bottle of alcohol sold in that night. Well then, hotel checked, wireless network found, hot water is warm enough, everything set. 2 minutes left for me to drop a message to Boss telling him I have arrived the United States in one piece and the last 3 seconds to tell myself “Happy Birthday".

This year, I was asked for my birthday wish. Hell no, I definitely do not deserve a 40 hours birthday. Give me 25 hours, an hour extra for the nap. Or an ice-cream cake, please.

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