28.10.09

混蛋

爲什麽很多問題都是那麼明顯的,但是卻不願意接受那個答案呢?

極度享受別人的愛和關心,同時又無恥地利用這些真心的付出,很有意思嗎?

己所不欲,勿施於人。

20.10.09

Tomorrow Is A New Day

Today is the last day of my 30th years since I was born on the earth. New journey of my life starts from here. I'd like to share my thought and experience of life with who are willing to exchange.

To love my family and myself;
To love my friends and to support each others;
To love someone who really need me and I am the only choice of him;
To enjoy the life.

19.10.09

珠花

我躡手躡腳地趴到他身旁,悄悄湊到他耳邊吹氣,他小皺了下眉頭睜開眼看了一下,然後指指我的胸前,原來背心上的珠花亮片刮疼了他。轉過身,從架子上拿下另一件沒有任何裝飾的白色純棉背心換上,隨手把這件粉紅的丟在一邊。

粉紅背心胸前的圖案好像一隻蝴蝶、張開翅膀,翅膀有些變形的長,延伸到兩肩上。初初見到時,喜歡那種平淡中增添出的華麗,總想著,與什麽搭配起來穿定會很好看。後來,卻因顏色太過鮮豔,與我一向白黑藍灰的風格不搭調,一直沒有機會穿。偶爾也想在某件V領的衣服中露出那些珠花來襯底,但總覺這些閃光配在我這張稍顯“端莊”的臉上有些不協調。於是,擺在箱底最後淪為了睡衣。

不曾想淪為睡衣也會遭人嫌棄。你光鮮美好時,擺在那裡,不實用看著也高興。但要踏踏實實的過日子了,那些華而不實的閃光亮片,看著無趣也生厭,用著更扎手。

索性我找來把剪刀,把背心翻轉攤開在床上,一剪一剪下去,剪斷那些牽繫著正面圖案的線;針腳纏繞,有序也亂,看得出當初這件背心是花了很多人工精心製成的。再輕輕翻轉過來,抽絲取珠,不想,一個不小心珠珠片片洋洋灑灑落得滿地都是。我跪在地板上,一手拿著透明的zipper膠袋,一手輕輕在地上點按,把那些小小的、細碎的閃光一顆顆的裝進袋子中。

舉起袋子對著日光燈看,亮片隱隱閃爍著七彩光芒,如同那些逝去的無狀可尋的閃亮的日子。封好袋口,小心收藏,如果生活只需要純棉的平淡和真實,那這些扎手的閃光就留著好好回憶也罷。說不定何時,拿出來,可以拼湊出另一幅美麗的圖案,看著就好。

10.10.09

Tomorrow

10 Oct. 2009

Let me have a last sight,
Then I will delete all my memory about you;
I know I'll be the one I have never known tomorrow,
But the only thing to save you and me is to do so.

You have never thought you would lost yourself, but
It happened when you met him.
You read the books he mentioned,
You listened the songs he likes;
His midnight was your daytime,
The telephone ring was your morning call.
You fell in a kind of relationship,
Actually, it was not at all a love!

All things just came from your assumption.
Even you did know he couldn't give what you expect,
You still can not help thinking and crying,
Wondered outside and followed his shadow.
You've lost your mind and he gives his contempt,
Wake up, my dear girl!
Not be so ridiculous!
Have you forgotten where you should go?
The ticket is still in your hand,
And, the camara is in your bag.
The beautiful flowers are bloomming everywhere,
They will cure your hurts and butterfly will stop over your hair.
Time doen't repeat itself,
Another story starts from the one hundred and first day morning.

Let me have a last sight,
Say good-bye to your pictures.
My dear you know my love is ture,
And I have never repented of the past days.
I will be another one tomorrow,
If we meet in the street,
Please just say hello and smile to me,
Maybe I would like you again, and be friend with you.

I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For*.
This is the only song in my iPod.

(*quotation: A song from U2)
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