我的前世
12月8日的零时30分，我出生了。那是1981年。
小时的我，大概是五六年级的时候，常常在想“前世”这个事，因为实在有太多的电视节目以前世今生为题材。我这从小看tvb长大的又怎么会不好奇自己的前世呢。
直到中学后，爱上星术和希腊神话。想从那儿找到一些端倪，我看是浪费时间了。
无端从历史知道1941年的12月7日发生了日本侵袭珍珠港，也就是拉开第二世界大战的序幕。
我想我或许就是战争的死难者，可能那时在珍珠港上，也可能在日军的战机上，就这样死了。然后，我的灵魂在海上漂浮，用了四十年的光阴寻找自己在战争里死的原因。
别笑我。我自己也觉得自己很傻。怎么会把1941和1981年联系起来呢？哈，很一厢情愿吧。
就是这样的个性，我还很快乐的吃了很多亏。
那四十年后，是为什么要重新为人呢？在海上自由自在的飞翔，不是很好吗？
啊，是空气越来越污染了？是海水越来越污黑了？
哦，我是胡乱写的。
我想真正的原因是：轻飘飘的很辛苦，想了四十年也很累啊，怎么也想不到。不如再次体验喜怒哀乐，反正四十年前什么事也记不得。四十年后，可能世界变得更有趣了呢？
I was born on december 8th. It was 1981.
When I was a child, I liked to think about my past life. There were too many Chinese TV soaps (especially TVB Cantonse Series） that tell about reincarnation. I was very curious then to find out my past life.
Study Horoscope and Greek Mythology stories became my favourite hobbies in my secondary school. I thought I could find out my past life from these studies. LOL.
Unexpectedly, I learned about the history of the day - December 7th, 1941. It was an important day of history on second World War, the Pearl Harbour Attack.
Then, I started to imagine my past life being someone who was ceased due to the war. I was probably sleeping at that time at the harbour, or I could be the soldier on the plane. When everything happened, it happened too fast and I died.
After that, my soul spent the "whole life" of forty years floating on the ocean, followed the wind and waves, looking for the reason of my death.
Okay, call me a nun or whatever. You can laugh at me on my idiotic way of thinking. I don't know how, how I am able to link my past life to a history? It doesn't make sense. Yes, I know.
I must admit that I have the gene of being odd, LOL, always stubbornly believe on things that I thought is right and happily accept all the faultiness, cause by the "stubbornness".
But, why did I reincarnated after 40 years? Flying freely and wandering border-less, it is a wonderful life, isn't it? Oh, it must be the air on the sea, it is too smelly and the seawater is too dirty... Alright, I am just kidding.
I think I might be too bored to stay alone on the ocean and wandering with no direction, and not knowing my reason of dying. It was too exhausted to look for an answer for 40 years. Possibly, on 7th December 1981, I asked this: Could it be a good choice to be a human again? Would there be a difference in the next 40 years after staying emptiness for the last 40 years? Experiencing contentment, anger, sadness and happiness are more fulfilling in the coming 40 years?
小时的我，大概是五六年级的时候，常常在想“前世”这个事，因为实在有太多的电视节目以前世今生为题材。我这从小看tvb长大的又怎么会不好奇自己的前世呢。
直到中学后，爱上星术和希腊神话。想从那儿找到一些端倪，我看是浪费时间了。
无端从历史知道1941年的12月7日发生了日本侵袭珍珠港，也就是拉开第二世界大战的序幕。
我想我或许就是战争的死难者，可能那时在珍珠港上，也可能在日军的战机上，就这样死了。然后，我的灵魂在海上漂浮，用了四十年的光阴寻找自己在战争里死的原因。
别笑我。我自己也觉得自己很傻。怎么会把1941和1981年联系起来呢？哈，很一厢情愿吧。
就是这样的个性，我还很快乐的吃了很多亏。
那四十年后，是为什么要重新为人呢？在海上自由自在的飞翔，不是很好吗？
啊，是空气越来越污染了？是海水越来越污黑了？
哦，我是胡乱写的。
我想真正的原因是：轻飘飘的很辛苦，想了四十年也很累啊，怎么也想不到。不如再次体验喜怒哀乐，反正四十年前什么事也记不得。四十年后，可能世界变得更有趣了呢？
I was born on december 8th. It was 1981.
When I was a child, I liked to think about my past life. There were too many Chinese TV soaps (especially TVB Cantonse Series） that tell about reincarnation. I was very curious then to find out my past life.
Study Horoscope and Greek Mythology stories became my favourite hobbies in my secondary school. I thought I could find out my past life from these studies. LOL.
Unexpectedly, I learned about the history of the day - December 7th, 1941. It was an important day of history on second World War, the Pearl Harbour Attack.
Then, I started to imagine my past life being someone who was ceased due to the war. I was probably sleeping at that time at the harbour, or I could be the soldier on the plane. When everything happened, it happened too fast and I died.
After that, my soul spent the "whole life" of forty years floating on the ocean, followed the wind and waves, looking for the reason of my death.
Okay, call me a nun or whatever. You can laugh at me on my idiotic way of thinking. I don't know how, how I am able to link my past life to a history? It doesn't make sense. Yes, I know.
I must admit that I have the gene of being odd, LOL, always stubbornly believe on things that I thought is right and happily accept all the faultiness, cause by the "stubbornness".
But, why did I reincarnated after 40 years? Flying freely and wandering border-less, it is a wonderful life, isn't it? Oh, it must be the air on the sea, it is too smelly and the seawater is too dirty... Alright, I am just kidding.
I think I might be too bored to stay alone on the ocean and wandering with no direction, and not knowing my reason of dying. It was too exhausted to look for an answer for 40 years. Possibly, on 7th December 1981, I asked this: Could it be a good choice to be a human again? Would there be a difference in the next 40 years after staying emptiness for the last 40 years? Experiencing contentment, anger, sadness and happiness are more fulfilling in the coming 40 years?
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