and
then you can see what you want to see.
I don't
think it is self-deceit.
Perhaps
a bit, but have any of us ever wondered why our vision is designed
to be selective while our hearing is not( if you have both, of
course)? Why we are only able to look into one direction and have
to roll the eyeballs and turn the heads to permit a change, while
we get acoustic information from acutally everywhere within
range.
Hustle. Clapping!(2009-01-10 23:37)
Hustle's back~ late last night
I got the news that the new season premiere was on---just too late
and perhaps too wired to watch it---leaving it to today's day
time---fantastically statisfied!
Mickey's back~ though that
cute, frightfully bright Danny and the charming, sexy Stacey were
gone, I was glad to see the new faces, and the new crew
settled.
Hustle is what? It plays a role
more than merely a great show to me. It is a spirit-lifter, a hope
for the surprise of life around corner, a strength to play games
against formalities, and in the event, a test of the power of my
imagination~

1月2日
左手边
左手边
右手边
作词
阿庄 作词
徐世珍
作曲
光良 &
What
mends will break. I hate to say it, but at least everyone tries to
sustain in good conditions, however hard.
Speaking of good
condition, it is a bit of sarcasm. Things are not going on so well
in my family. Dad is still suffering in nephritis. It is acute and
should see betterment within days, if the diagnosis is correct,
which I doubt. But who am I to hold such suspect---judging from the
symptons, they all fit. Then why the fever runs in fits and starts?
I keep comforting my mum that it takes time to cure, given
everything that could be done has been done. It all comes so quick
and sharp. I am worried, but again, what else can I do except
working my best to be calm and rational and supportive. My mum, as
usual, can not swallow her agitation, pouring it out on me, almost
like making daily r
I am
making conscious efforts in changing the way I act, and to be
precise, behave, in front of my parents.
I may
have done the wrong thing---sleeping, or faking to sleep in my bed
till lunch time yesterday---which raised my Mum's suspicion that
something unusual had happened to me. Was I prepared to finally
tell her the truth that dressing up and going out to work every day
was a pretense, a subterfuge I made for the sake of her---or that
of me? I don't know for sure, but let the natural take its course.
I see, now, that some part of me was prepared, for certainly I had
to do so someday. Was yesterday a good timing? Turned out it
couldn't be a bad one, at least.
blah blah blah(2008-12-06 16:23)
To
my dearst 阿庄
It was
disappointing, and disheartening, to see all that I had
written---except the beginning ' To my dearest 阿庄'---vanish---when
I clicked the button for the adjustment of letter size---This has
happened several times, still I am ingorant of the exact
cause!---pardon me for being so frustrated that I could not bring
myself up to redo it last night, until now.
And I
recollect what I wrote yesterday started with the funny contrast of
you doing your blog in Chinese while I doing English. You can catch
me---if you will---sometimes destitute of proper expression_rs with
little regard
Happiness(2008-11-21 20:41)
I was visited by
feelings of liberty, of opulence of time, of fear of nowhere to go
and stay, of a free and somewhat misted mind, of pressure
at the thought of self-support, of abomination---held toward others
as well as myself, of creepy spiritual depravation, of huge
waves of ruefulness, of imposition of a certain meaning upon
everything I do, of shudder with ecstacy and admiration from
reading good books, of temporary
oblivion when swimming in the paradise
of lightening music, of bitterly amused warmth
in thinking of him, of the urge to stub out the
cigarette---with rigid words that it should be the last one, the
LAST last!, of gratification with the company of my parents, of
heart-felt appreciation for the good will of my
dearest friends, of melting sweetness to have a good meal,
of whisking icy wi
New Born(2008-10-28 21:47)
It's very sad,
and odd, that everytime I hold the faintest intention of making a
radical change, embracing a clean start, or simply carrying out a
new daily routine, it never sees any result, not even bad
ones.
Truth be told
that I am sick of broadcasting any resolution taken shape in my
heart, but the worse thing is I have to, or it's definitely dead
before coming into being. oh, wait, I am wrong! it can't be 'dead'
without a life! I want it out there, alive, so I voluntarily
provide it with exposure, taking it for granted that my friends'
knowledge of it kicks off its existence. Then it goes closer, at an
accelarated pace, to death, for I don
一个男孩,童年时的罪恶.
出狱后,拥有一颗真正懂得感恩的心.
笑得很明亮很纯粹,在梦魇的煎熬中挣扎和前行.
畏惧沾惹到一丝的肮脏,执着坚持和珍惜着友谊.
善良的他挽救了他人的性命,爱上了爱情.
不相信朋友的自杀,躲过了火车,
前天:
冲,冲,冲!
风再大,人再多,我心无旁带,直奔豆捞坊.
偶尔开个小差,喘口气,不经意间竟然看到了牛奶和她老妈.
一前一后.大概和我相距不超过5米.从身边走过.
愣了一下,忍不住回头double-check,没错!
好啊,小蚊子一枚,tmd竟敢忽视我,看在你妈咪的面子上,我才稍微厚道点,msg讨伐~~~~~
亲爱的.....和妈咪逛街呢.....阿拉好有缘啊......代我向你妈咪问好~!
大学里交流最多的一个男的好友.
和他聊天我都很开心的,听故事,精彩得不得了.
心态超级好.一副什么都无所谓的样子.一直安静地努力着.
可很多时候事情就这么发生了,我确实感到很意外.
安慰的话没啥好说的,因为他不曾流露一丝的难过.
只是那个电话出卖了他.
继续漫无目的地侃...
当我说一切都过去了.一切都会好起来.
我希望你能明白, 我说得很认真.