惊闻花之现状，百感交集。忆同学少年时共度之悲，恍然若现。君之殇乃路人所不能解，余观足下之恸，力不从心，无奈受迫，苟且偷生，直至今日，乃有幸为己所欲，羡煞旁人矣。
或笑吾痴，议吾癫，是曰：幸得以行世间一遭，如不能梦，至回归之日，遗憾千古哉！
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
在我生命中的每一天
本来不想写博客的,因为懒骨头作祟,但是突然间小瘤的一阵抽痛,它再一次残酷地提醒我不要忘记它的存在.
我不是病人,千万次地对自己讲,我只是身上多了一点人家没有的东西而已,而且小瘤在现代社会非常普遍,很多人都有,这不算什么.但是你为什么要痛?为什么要一直提醒我?现在不是我的生理期,按道理说你应该安分守己一点,等我被"大姨妈"欺负的时候你才来火上浇油,这难道不是你的一贯作风么?为什么突然间那么积极呢?
随着年龄的增长,我越来越珍惜生活珍惜生命.我觉得每一天都应该开心充实,因为我们不知道世界末日什么时候会来临.现在一切都那么不稳定,说不准哪天就2012了.我只是希望突然面临世界末日的时候,我不会后悔,不会留下任何遗憾.认真的过每一天,把每一天都当成是最后一天,这样我们就死而无憾了.
那天和牵牛花在LRT上,他说可能火车直接冲出轨道,我们就这样拜拜了,其实我一点也不怕,好像我从来都不怕死亡,只是说会有很多不舍留在人世,我会担心很多人(其实最应该担心我自己才是)我总是这样,自己的粥还没吹冷,就想着要去帮人家吹汤圆,不自量力但又热心的傻瓜.
活了二十几年,去过一些地方,经历过一些事,不多不少,我在书写着自己的人生,自己的故事.感谢这一路来我曾遇到过,伤害过我的,帮助过我的,爱过我的人,感谢一些过客和一些最终将成为过客的人.因为你们,生活才充满了色彩,不管是冷色还是暖色,都是生活必不可少的一部分.生命很美好,酸甜苦辣都是美丽的回忆,我们应该珍惜...
我要说声,谢谢你们,在我生命中的每一天.
感谢上帝,我还活着...
我不是病人,千万次地对自己讲,我只是身上多了一点人家没有的东西而已,而且小瘤在现代社会非常普遍,很多人都有,这不算什么.但是你为什么要痛?为什么要一直提醒我?现在不是我的生理期,按道理说你应该安分守己一点,等我被"大姨妈"欺负的时候你才来火上浇油,这难道不是你的一贯作风么?为什么突然间那么积极呢?
随着年龄的增长,我越来越珍惜生活珍惜生命.我觉得每一天都应该开心充实,因为我们不知道世界末日什么时候会来临.现在一切都那么不稳定,说不准哪天就2012了.我只是希望突然面临世界末日的时候,我不会后悔,不会留下任何遗憾.认真的过每一天,把每一天都当成是最后一天,这样我们就死而无憾了.
那天和牵牛花在LRT上,他说可能火车直接冲出轨道,我们就这样拜拜了,其实我一点也不怕,好像我从来都不怕死亡,只是说会有很多不舍留在人世,我会担心很多人(其实最应该担心我自己才是)我总是这样,自己的粥还没吹冷,就想着要去帮人家吹汤圆,不自量力但又热心的傻瓜.
活了二十几年,去过一些地方,经历过一些事,不多不少,我在书写着自己的人生,自己的故事.感谢这一路来我曾遇到过,伤害过我的,帮助过我的,爱过我的人,感谢一些过客和一些最终将成为过客的人.因为你们,生活才充满了色彩,不管是冷色还是暖色,都是生活必不可少的一部分.生命很美好,酸甜苦辣都是美丽的回忆,我们应该珍惜...
我要说声,谢谢你们,在我生命中的每一天.
感谢上帝,我还活着...
Thursday, March 11, 2010
失落的世界
同样的喧嚣,
却没有再一次的沸腾,
只因为你的离开,
带走了斑驳的色彩,
从此我眼前只剩一片黑白
未讲完的故事,
留下没有悬念的结果
那尘封的心情,
在无意间偶然被触摸,
失落不是因为寂寞,
而是因为与你擦肩而过,
在没有开头没有结局的混乱中,
只剩下我,
在失落的世界中独自蹉跎
却没有再一次的沸腾,
只因为你的离开,
带走了斑驳的色彩,
从此我眼前只剩一片黑白
未讲完的故事,
留下没有悬念的结果
那尘封的心情,
在无意间偶然被触摸,
失落不是因为寂寞,
而是因为与你擦肩而过,
在没有开头没有结局的混乱中,
只剩下我,
在失落的世界中独自蹉跎
Friday, March 5, 2010
Tangled
Love is something neither easy nor complicated. However it has been bothering people for centuries and many of us couldn't figure out how on earth it works. Staying up so late on a weekday night, is to consult 2 friends simultaneously on msn about LOVE issue. I suddenly feel myself is so dedicated and caring, advising them on LOVE on a weekday's midnight...
When talking about other people's problems, we tend to be more brave and open, all kinds of ideas run through the head, all the do's and don'ts, all the should and shouldn't. Acting like an experienced expert, being an outsider really helps us to see things more clearly. Looks as if I'm Ms know-all as I'm trying my best to ease people's pain. However, every word i said, seemed like a spur prick into my heart, it's bleeding inside, quietly without anybody knowing.
I'm a kid who doesn't like to ask questions, in study, in life, in everything. All my questions are swallowed in and kept inside my stomach, nobody knows as I seldom bring them up. People keep on asking me what is love, why is love like this, what should i do in this kind of love... Oh, my...I'm very pandai when talk only, if you ask me to implement all the words I said, sorry to say so, I don't have the bravery.
I used to have the habit of pouring out everything to Nora everytime I'm back home, I call it "empty my recycle bin", so I can start a new phase of life. As I'm becoming more and more stubborn, I try my best not to bring up unhappy issues and keep all the rotten apples with myself. But I'm getting more and more coward, I've lost the courage when I was younger. I'd rather call it "coward" than "matured", sad, isn't it?
Tangled, over some matters, what is right and what is wrong, what am I supposed to do, I don't know...I know you know, then please give me an answer
When talking about other people's problems, we tend to be more brave and open, all kinds of ideas run through the head, all the do's and don'ts, all the should and shouldn't. Acting like an experienced expert, being an outsider really helps us to see things more clearly. Looks as if I'm Ms know-all as I'm trying my best to ease people's pain. However, every word i said, seemed like a spur prick into my heart, it's bleeding inside, quietly without anybody knowing.
I'm a kid who doesn't like to ask questions, in study, in life, in everything. All my questions are swallowed in and kept inside my stomach, nobody knows as I seldom bring them up. People keep on asking me what is love, why is love like this, what should i do in this kind of love... Oh, my...I'm very pandai when talk only, if you ask me to implement all the words I said, sorry to say so, I don't have the bravery.
I used to have the habit of pouring out everything to Nora everytime I'm back home, I call it "empty my recycle bin", so I can start a new phase of life. As I'm becoming more and more stubborn, I try my best not to bring up unhappy issues and keep all the rotten apples with myself. But I'm getting more and more coward, I've lost the courage when I was younger. I'd rather call it "coward" than "matured", sad, isn't it?
Tangled, over some matters, what is right and what is wrong, what am I supposed to do, I don't know...I know you know, then please give me an answer
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