tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37427974960891108032012-03-16T21:19:14.306-07:00As usual, they told me to on the track. While, sometimes, I just stop.Wingnoreply@blogger.comBlogger271100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3742797496089110803.post-21899742991625254902011-04-17T23:09:00.000-07:002011-04-17T23:26:24.654-07:00<span style="font-size:85%;">快要跟我的21告別,</span><span style="font-size:85%;">像有點忙的沒有心情去好好對待這個生日.</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">還是21歲的開端是如此平靜的,</span><span style="font-size:85%;">也應該要平靜的結束?</span> <span style="font-size:85%;"></span><span style="font-size:85%;">在中間海浪怎會少,</span><span style="font-size:85%;">我被強逼的面對了太多,</span><span style="font-size:85%;">太多不快樂和不知的罪.</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">我不清不楚地站起來,</span><span style="font-size:85%;">因為你們不許我跌坐地上,</span><span style="font-size:85%;">因為你們說我從來不是受害者.</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">不明不白的唯有哄說自己已經</span><span style="font-size:85%;">長大</span><span style="font-size:85%;">.</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">我還是相信只要過了陰天, 22歲是美好年華.</span> <span style="font-size:85%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3742797496089110803-2189974299162525490?l=wing2121.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wingnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3742797496089110803.post-23574141157418790652011-04-09T08:47:00.000-07:002011-04-09T08:51:24.309-07:00<span style="font-size:85%;">我不知道發生著什麼事情,</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">但我已經很怕事情會發生.</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">你說, 一天她真的失控了,</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">會為他們帶來什麼影響?</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">他們受得起麼.</span> <span style="font-size:85%;"></span><span style="font-size:85%;">我就是那種連想想也不敢.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3742797496089110803-2357414115741879065?l=wing2121.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wingnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3742797496089110803.post-5192501053390544282011-04-08T07:05:00.000-07:002011-04-08T07:32:01.088-07:00<span style="font-size:85%;">21歲這樣就要結束了吧</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">我已沒有了寫日記的習慣.</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">因為有太多不欲別人看到的負面性格. </span><span style="font-size:85%;">大學三年要結束, 其實我做過的算不算少.</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">沒有心思去擴大人際網絡,</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">而我的眼界是開闊了.</span> <span style="font-size:85%;"></span><span style="font-size:85%;">有時候, 我總想念美國的簡單.</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">因為那種每天做做飯,</span> <span style="font-size:85%;"></span><span style="font-size:85%;">一邊踏單車, 一邊自己唸著普通話文體.</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">上課沒有壓力的, 我們只在交換著文化經驗.</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">我珍惜著跟每一個各地而來的朋友的友誼</span> .<span style="font-size:85%;">即使不深, 但我的珍惜是從心底的. </span><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><span style="font-size:85%;">我很想念在加洲不單算旅行而更像生活的一個月.</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">因為那是我的記憶.</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">而我還是確信著, </span><span style="font-size:85%;">在工作與工作之間,</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">我會到歐洲, 也許一個人. </span><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">我知道遇上的事對很多人來說,</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">沒什麼大不了,</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">我的不快樂我一般都不會跟別人說.</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">而我亦不習慣別人問太多.</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">不是我不想分享, </span><span style="font-size:85%;">只單單是我不想多說.</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">天沒有塌過下是不是.</span></div><span style="font-size:85%;">大家也在努力地找工作,</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">我害怕interview, 而大家不相信.</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">我</span><span style="font-size:85%;">不喜歡人家看到自己這樣差的一面</span> ,<span style="font-size:85%;">幼稚. 大概我總有強逼症, 不能表現出好的一面.</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">而我們必須明白, 比我們條件好的大有人在,</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">卻不能放棄自己.</span> <br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><span style="font-size:85%;">我是跟很多勞勞碌碌的地鐵沙甸魚一樣,</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">沒有遠大理想或夢想因為我真的沒有, </span><span style="font-size:85%;">勉強說一個我想當一個渡假屋的東主.</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">好好打理每一間房間,</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">給它們設計設計,</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">陽光要充足的, </span><span style="font-size:85%;">加個小露台,</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">大大的common area像西岸海邊小鎮.</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">每天早上有自製pancake</span><span style="font-size:85%;">供應.</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">這有點虛無飄渺, </span><span style="font-size:85%;">可能只是小徑一家給我的夢.</span> <br /><div align="left"></div><span style="font-size:85%;">現實中,</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">我還是報了專業試.</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">打算到會計師樓當一個小小的會計員,</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">薯仔還是想像不到人們口中說不能負擔的工作量.</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">我也從來不覺得生活過得太難,</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">我只是想有時候做一下我無聊的玩意們.</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">做曲奇, 桂花糕. </span><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><span style="font-size:85%;">這樣的</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">是不是太沒有大志 </span><span style="font-size:85%;">你是不是要責怪我</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">不像太多人這樣強 </span></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BXj7vu_4F1c&amp;feature=feedlik">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BXj7vu_4F1c&amp;feature=feedlik</a><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3742797496089110803-519250105339054428?l=wing2121.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wingnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3742797496089110803.post-45644449909872569432010-06-25T19:51:00.000-07:002010-06-25T19:52:06.235-07:00wing2124@mysinablog.com<br />這是舊家.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3742797496089110803-4564444990987256943?l=wing2121.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wingnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3742797496089110803.post-33340898563896717402010-04-29T20:06:00.000-07:002010-04-29T21:32:17.341-07:00<span style="font-size:85%;">時間總是跑著, 大學二年級這樣就要完結了.</span> <br /><span style="font-size:85%;">十九八七六... 一直在倒數著</span> <br /><span style="font-size:85%;">很快就要完結了 心情好像在有點怪</span> <br /><span style="font-size:85%;">這樣就完結了 一個人跑到奇</span><span style="font-size:85%;">怪的城市裏</span> <br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> <br /> <br /><span style="font-size:85%;">還記得從香港哭著芝加哥, 知道不能回去了才停下來.</span> <br /><span style="font-size:85%;">第一個碰上的外國學生, 從阿根亭</span><span style="font-size:85%;">來.</span> <br /><span style="font-size:85%;">在ICC被偷了錢, 去報警是他陪我去的</span> <br /><span style="font-size:85%;">住到marian hall, 終於平靜下來過生活</span> <br /><span style="font-size:85%;">認識那個每個晚上會談上一回才睡的宿友</span> <br /><span style="font-size:85%;">有時深入, 她有夢想. 我覺得她幸運.</span> <br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> <br /><span style="font-size:85%;">過了很寂寞的農曆年, 生日跟剛認識的朋友過</span> <br />但我多想家 想媽媽 <br />在晴朗日子, 多想跟你們分享藍天和柔和日落 <br />午餐會跟朋友食飯, 談談誰啦誰啦 <br />有人會時不時走上門 然後聊聊看看電視</span> <br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">層友們有時侯一起煮飯 收集食譜</span> <br /><span style="font-size:85%;">跟那位說英文, 那位說pth, 那位說cantonese</span> <br /><span style="font-size:85%;">手提電腦掉在地上壞了 我像抱著生病孩子一樣</span> <br /><span style="font-size:85%;">到處找人去救它 沒有了internet十萬個煩躁</span> <br /><span style="font-size:85%;">三月去了NYC </span><span style="font-size:85%;">重新習慣大都會的方便</span> <br /><span style="font-size:85%;">回來後厚著面去請朋友載去哪裏去哪裏</span> <br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(哪裏: 是korean market, north star mall, san marcos...)</span> <br /><span style="font-size:85%;">有時候擔心成績不夠好. 因為課程太簡單.</span> <br /><span style="font-size:85%;">有時候仍是想不清路向</span> <br /><span style="font-size:85%;">還是有點想不透 </span> <br /><span style="font-size:85%;">但簡單生活, 有時候不壞.</span> <br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> <br /> <br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3742797496089110803-3334089856389671740?l=wing2121.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wingnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3742797496089110803.post-26819999393946823952010-04-11T20:31:00.000-07:002010-04-11T21:19:23.750-07:00<ol><li><span style="font-size:85%;">二十歲的開端, 是餓著肚子的, 饑饉三十. 我還記得赤腳的快樂.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">二十歲, 我在長洲玩大富翁. 你們知道我多喜歡這個遊戲嗎? 日光很耀, 海水閃閃 ,在小街閒逛著, 在山上流一下汗水. 青春快樂.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">二十歲, 它的上半年是複雜, 忙碌, 累壞了. </span><span style="font-size:85%;">它的下半年是放慢腳步, 規率生活的.</span><span style="font-size:85%;">二十歲, 跟一群人對SU從熱血到麻目了. 開會, 寫Proposal, 改Proposal, 過會, 做女工, hold function, 接待, 簽合約, 去遊行. 那些回憶有時候, 也能叫人微笑一下.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">二十歲, 壓力爆炸下, 我還是愛哭鬼.</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">太多事或者是不能如願順利的, 自己消化接受了就不能抱怨. 聽誰說要學習堅壯, 其實不用說出口. </span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">二十歲, 一個人坐飛機, 那種寂寞感, 忘不了.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">二十歲, 遠走美國, 異地中長期欠缺一種安全感. </span><span style="font-size:85%;">一個人生活, 為了察覺家的好. 每天想著省錢小辦法, 做做菜, 功課,簡單時光你說多珍貴. </span><span style="font-size:85%;">其實我真的好喜歡身邊的你們. </span><span style="font-size:85%;">回來時, 可不可以來個有力的擁抱.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">二十歲, 繼續上人口多雜的一課, 是與非. </span><span style="font-size:85%;">還是一開始即交出真心, 這沒有不好.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">二十歲, 我遇上更多更多的人, 不同性格年紀國藉. </span><span style="font-size:85%;">交上真心朋友的一群, 只是過客的更多. </span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">二十歲, 我守著我的秘密. 每個人都有的秘密. </span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">二十歲的結束, 應該是在睡夢中. 不知不覺的渡過了.</span></li></ol><p><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">合上眼睛, 那天我還記得二十歲的一切嗎?</span></p><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3742797496089110803-2681999939394682395?l=wing2121.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wingnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3742797496089110803.post-51169856984350154622010-01-31T15:33:00.000-08:002010-01-31T15:38:19.436-08:00<span style="font-size:85%;">有時候我也在想,<br />為什麼我要去exchage呢<br />其實就像為什麼我上庄一樣<br />大概我也忘了緣由<br /><br />難道只因一時衝動 <br />難道只因試著人們覺得我不會做的事<br />難道只因我想飛<br />難道只因我想旅行 <br />(那為什麼我到的不是歐澳, 而是我一直漠視的美國)<br />難道是為了CV比較漂亮 (真的有用嗎)<br />難道是為了一句不甘心<br /><br />其實我的確喜歡yihing wong的文字<br />或者像他說:<br />離開是為了考驗自己有沒有勇氣走出安全的粉筆圈圈,<br />離開是為了回來.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">就像你沒到過, 你那知道那裏的天空是怎麼樣的.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">我遇上了一個說來尋夢的人, 我遇上了一個很容易害怕的人</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">我遇上了一群感覺良好的party animal</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">我遇上了一群陌生人.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3742797496089110803-5116985698435015462?l=wing2121.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wingnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3742797496089110803.post-14099967517609289552009-11-29T01:42:00.000-08:002009-11-29T01:52:26.813-08:00<span style="font-size:85%;">其實我不明白大學文化,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">為什麼一定要在deadline才趕</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">project, present, powerpoint, assignment, report</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">早點點做有可不可?</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">其實我不明白大學生, </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">為什麼不願意多一點責任感</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">答應了人家做的事上心點</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">最懂說自己忙忙忙, 做到半死.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">其實我不明白prof.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">為什麼要在交report的當日才教我們教report的形式</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">可惜我不是那種聰明人</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">是不是只是我在這裏遇上這樣的人,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">還是在人家的眼中, 我也不過是這樣一個人.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">我不懂. 不想懂.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3742797496089110803-1409996751760928955?l=wing2121.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wingnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3742797496089110803.post-20552128826435748612009-11-11T20:21:00.000-08:002009-11-11T20:26:18.967-08:00<span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">it's my desire to go outside,<br />but I am still weak sometimes.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3742797496089110803-2055212882643574861?l=wing2121.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wingnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3742797496089110803.post-8859856102076514512009-11-07T20:11:00.000-08:002009-11-07T20:18:55.763-08:00<span style="font-size:85%;">即將我跟他們不熟悉</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">說話時 底蘊很容易就被</span><span style="font-size:85%;">掏出來</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">有時候 我只是直接的把所想的說出</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">有時候 過份的真心 之後總換來不適</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">或者我都沒所謂 多少話語被扭曲.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3742797496089110803-885985610207651451?l=wing2121.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wingnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3742797496089110803.post-27775811117283177262009-11-03T19:06:00.000-08:002009-11-03T19:21:55.257-08:00<span style="font-size:85%;">從來我喜歡小玩意 因為小巧.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">即使你說我拿著"大大舊"的即影即有也能神秘密影.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">但能夠悄悄收藏在袋子裏 才能記錄生活.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">拿著diana小姐回家路上一直安睡.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">還沒有好好認識 但心甜.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">盤算著一個計劃: </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">參加者每天拍照兩張.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">有關遇見的日常, 與不尋常.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">一個月後相討 </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">會不會發現原來你這樣的生活.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">註: 需要五十分耐心和</span><span style="font-size:85%;">一百分溫柔.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">:________: 請不要卡住我拍了貓貓的菲林.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3742797496089110803-2777581111728317726?l=wing2121.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wingnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3742797496089110803.post-17153271191516241132009-10-23T07:09:00.000-07:002009-10-23T18:50:39.750-07:00<span style="font-size:85%;">這幾年我總欠一點運氣, 事情要帶點波折. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">準備好心情, 想到歐洲看看. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">喜歡歷史, 懂的不深卻應該帶熟悉感.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">那裏有紅郵筒, 雙層巴士和英女王.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">大大的摩天輪上 會看到一個怎樣的城市?</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">他們的幽默感, </span><span style="font-size:85%;">而就在一通電話後, 我只能暗語.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">浮浮沉沉的漫長等待, </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">討人厭.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">我能做的就是巴在大火柴上</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">繼續不安.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">別跟我說盡了力就算, </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">即使情緒過後, 還是事情不會忽然晴朗.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">現在目的地暫定在美國,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">從來我只在地理課上知道幾個城市,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">NY, LA, San Fransico. 東岸西岸</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">對美國沒什麼常識 迷迷惑惑,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">粗線條的文化</span><span style="font-size:85%;">雜雜亂亂欠細膩.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">麥當奴快餐棒球... ... </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">在南部, 跟拉丁文化相交的城市,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">還有什麼?</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3742797496089110803-1715327119151624113?l=wing2121.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wingnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3742797496089110803.post-43827261579934066802009-09-24T11:00:00.000-07:002009-09-24T11:36:00.994-07:00<span style="font-size:85%;">在一科叫what a wonderful world的課堂上</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">第一堂學懂的是時間是實在的, 沒有時間這世界就不能存在</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">開首的一個月, 我在校園裏走來走去</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">少了房間和房伴, 唯有躲在人來人往的二樓.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">缺乏私人空間, 聽到太多笑話 閒言 八掛</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">上課時我會獨自坐, 然後半睡.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">上課時跟朋友坐, 她精神看著prof, 然後我看一下電話.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">看到一群像我們一年前的人們,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">在想他們遇到的應該跟我不一樣</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">每個人站在不同觀點上會有不同的感受</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">會不會那年有人這樣在背後討論過.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">今天她踏上她的飛機到日本</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">星期四的早上有點秋意</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">難免對英國之行抱著懷疑</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">大概像隻亂跳的小鹿</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">除非機票在手上.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">時間跑呀跑, 卻沒在我臉上留下太多.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">孩子氣滿滿的外表 心底是什麼呢?</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">跟真正的孩子們補習時 我最喜歡逗小狗</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">牠們才能無憂無慮 玩飽飽.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">我說要儲錢去漫遊歐洲, </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">時間就是這樣的跑著過. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">忽然間心情有點藍. </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3742797496089110803-4382726157993406680?l=wing2121.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wingnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3742797496089110803.post-83368981382863838312009-09-13T08:40:00.000-07:002009-09-13T08:55:38.015-07:00<span style="font-size:85%;">我的構造是溫熱的,<br />有時候因為想不通事情而發燙,<br />在心裏逗留的事情太多時,<br />它們堆在一起會發生磨擦<br />我說會高溫會燒焦我的.<br />的達的達的達的達.<br /><br />的達的達的達的達<br />如果不能把自己改造成冰冷,<br />掉下所有負擔.<br />這樣, 給我澆一盤水可以嗎?<br />在我爆炸之前.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3742797496089110803-8336898138286383831?l=wing2121.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wingnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3742797496089110803.post-35016081007266895082009-08-31T08:49:00.000-07:002009-08-31T08:50:10.676-07:00<span style="font-size:85%;">暑假的最後一天應該在31/8. 我把這一天留了給自己. 這一個暑假, 勞勞碌碌的過. 你唸我把時間去給了SU, 把應有都分薄了. 大概我在用它來對抗迷失, 讓我開始不再猜想未來, 而最後把自己弄累得沒表情. 最後沒有到西貢放風箏去, 卻終於把puzzle完成了. 一天一天的去懂既然每天都是一種新的練習, 我們就安好的在今天生活.<br /><br />未來的一年, 還是有太多的不安定. 我們還安定.<br />對自己好一點就是了.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3742797496089110803-3501608100726689508?l=wing2121.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wingnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3742797496089110803.post-4008351442297461892009-08-22T07:30:00.000-07:002009-08-22T08:02:52.231-07:00<span style="font-size:85%;">當壓力爆炸時, 往往只需要一條導火線</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">一下子所有的不安懼怕都溢滿一地</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">只懂碎碎唸著我挨不住了</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">怎麼辨 怎麼辦 親手推自己到山谷</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">一個早上都貼著床板不願動</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">我懂她一點也不堅強 </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">出了亂子總是不知所措</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">擅長把安慰她的人都弄哭後 唯有收起內疚</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">其實不是過份悲觀而是壓力爆炸</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">騷亂過後 還會好對不對</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">就是讓我們懂更多.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3742797496089110803-400835144229746189?l=wing2121.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wingnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3742797496089110803.post-6566880466319955902009-08-15T18:54:00.000-07:002009-08-15T19:39:27.199-07:00<span style="font-size:85%;">前年夏天　為著考試　帶點慵懶.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">上年夏天　做著決定　乾站著不安.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">今年夏天　沒閒幻想　做著一件件不用評價的事.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">NSOONGITHMEGASALESNEWBLOODTALK</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">SPONSORDISCOUNTSHOPPROMOTION</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">帶著倦累去做　其實學懂了什麼.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">大概你說我不聰明也好</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">假如</span><span style="font-size:85%;">暑假是學生專利, 我還有一個夏天.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">好想到愛爾蘭的廣闊平原, 蘇格蘭的湖.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">漫無目的地機票浪遊.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">不再點到點走到目的地, 有時候只想一起迷路.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3742797496089110803-656688046631995590?l=wing2121.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wingnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3742797496089110803.post-52944834611572733172009-08-03T08:29:00.000-07:002009-08-07T21:08:15.603-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voF2gFa2wzw/SncC5eaiqMI/AAAAAAAAACA/J9AR5ngkV_w/s1600-h/picture+of+korea.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365760667475421378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voF2gFa2wzw/SncC5eaiqMI/AAAAAAAAACA/J9AR5ngkV_w/s320/picture+of+korea.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;">零晨機是折磨人的事,大概整個行程都有些累. 一天到晚都在跑樓梯, 言語不通的城市, 唯有說著英文, 幸好很多information centre. 都市的樓房不太高, 像日本. 從高塔上等了兩三小時, 終於等城市亮光, 而馬路最吸引. 在木建築的亭子中呆坐休息, 清涼的令人喜歡. 天氣不壞, 在江中央的小島上看逗人笑的小松鼠. 孩子們笑容燦爛. 樹排高高的, 你會喜歡景深. 聽著那首歌, 在火車中半睡半醒, 也許每晚在哄我入眠.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">我一天到晚在冒失, 掉了那樣, 掉了這樣, 到自己也氣壞了. 途中想, 究竟我掉了哪一根縲絲呢? 最漂亮的晚霞, 我總留不下, 但那一刻的深刻我忘不掉. 在飛機的小窗看出去, 天空一片廣闊, 都染紅了. 太陽就落在水平線上. 然後天空顔色分明 一層層, 好漂亮. 直至, 黑暗來至. 我知道我跟八寶一樣幸福. </span></div><div> </div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">寫好銀紙卷, 第五張.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3742797496089110803-5294483461157273317?l=wing2121.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wingnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3742797496089110803.post-39213124091947411022009-07-24T07:41:00.000-07:002009-07-24T10:02:22.067-07:00<span style="font-size:85%;">沒有人希望得到安慰, 太清楚她面對的小事情, </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">誰都碰上過. 說穿了誰不懂躲到哪.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3742797496089110803-3921312409194741102?l=wing2121.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wingnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3742797496089110803.post-90824918070289239862009-07-22T00:17:00.000-07:002009-07-22T00:33:22.806-07:00<span style="font-size:85%;">是你自己跑去做的.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">他們總是這麼說, 我懂.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">我不可以隨便撒嬌, 知道了.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">在午夜過後我對著天花開始數.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">一秒, 兩秒, 三秒, 四秒, 五秒.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">收音機又開又關, 聽到報上四點半.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">為什麼睡不著睡不著睡不著.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">腦子仍是沒有理會我的感受.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">在運行構想.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">開始獨自生氣了.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3742797496089110803-9082491807028923986?l=wing2121.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wingnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3742797496089110803.post-1852457930329646542009-07-15T19:31:00.000-07:002009-07-15T20:29:42.951-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voF2gFa2wzw/Sl6ed_2K9YI/AAAAAAAAAB4/vzmOQUI9wvM/s1600-h/beforeSunset_Wall7_1280.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358894844809508226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voF2gFa2wzw/Sl6ed_2K9YI/AAAAAAAAAB4/vzmOQUI9wvM/s320/beforeSunset_Wall7_1280.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">在黃昏, 我播放著before sun</span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">set.</span><br /><div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">在早上, 我播放著before sunrise.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">相隔了一年, 先看sunset, 後看sunrise. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">感覺像知道了他們的結局後才去了解他們的相識.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">而成熟了的他們大概有歲月痕跡, 但更精彩.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">故事其實很簡單</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">------------------------------------------------------------</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">美國的Jesse和法國的Céline在火車上相遇 </span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">而他們只有一天的時間, 在日出後就得回自己的家.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">於維也納小城中遊走, 鏡頭就是記錄下兩人的對話.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">大概青春, 因為青澀好奇, 生死, 家庭, 星相, 愛情. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">就一直看著他們逛街至天亮.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">會不會你就開始傾慕.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">理性不重要. 留下空白, 究竟6個月後誰遵守承諾?</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">相約火車站.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">--------------------------------------------------------</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Nine years later, they met in Paris</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">keep on talking, defending, chasing</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Jesse depart at sunset, Celine still has to live in her city.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">finally be honest, him/her life was.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3742797496089110803-185245793032964654?l=wing2121.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wingnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3742797496089110803.post-87646867390156644942009-07-13T09:34:00.000-07:002009-07-13T10:11:34.581-07:00<span style="font-size:85%;">中學時間喜歡聽收音機, 有時候會聽到廣播劇. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">沒有那種沉迷, 會乖乖的準時打開耳朵.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">總是一集沒一集, 接不下劇情.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">某年暑假 一次過找回來聽.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">還記得當時仍做著past paper.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">少爺占的好天氣, 落雨路, 四點水.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">當時簡單的時光是美好的.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">現在陪著睡的電台播著最好的時光.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">感覺上總不太一樣, 難道我們都成長了?</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">那天你給我小小的相格, 大概時間讓我們忘掉發生過的微小細節.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">睡在船子上, 沒有風沒有浪.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">即使只有我是安穩的入眠, 但是我最好的時光.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">再翻出一些卡片, 信件, 放在床上看一回.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">即使善忘分子太多, 但它們都會記錄好. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">我的最好時光, 快樂的, 難受的.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3742797496089110803-8764686739015664494?l=wing2121.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wingnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3742797496089110803.post-85931196526967091912009-07-04T09:00:00.000-07:002009-07-04T09:14:21.364-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voF2gFa2wzw/Sk99sioPqxI/AAAAAAAAABY/9jIblHruz4I/s1600-h/%E7%A7%98%E5%AF%86%E5%BE%8C%E5%9C%92.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354636686130129682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voF2gFa2wzw/Sk99sioPqxI/AAAAAAAAABY/9jIblHruz4I/s320/%E7%A7%98%E5%AF%86%E5%BE%8C%E5%9C%92.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">其實那裏是荒地一片</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">在小狗的眼中變了後花園.<br />快樂地在草間轉轉轉.<br />那段時間 牠很自由.<br />我隨著牠走, 在小路上.<br />讓牠對所有事物都好奇.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3742797496089110803-8593119652696709191?l=wing2121.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wingnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3742797496089110803.post-61686074097278792982009-06-28T04:43:00.000-07:002009-06-28T04:46:13.795-07:00<span style="font-size:85%;">一頁頁翻,不斷的試著理解,大概文化又怎會是一兩天的事? 許鞍華, 天水圍的日與夜, 女人四十, 銀河映視, 無間道, 九七大限, 杜奇峰, 女性男性主義, 去中國化, 再中國化, 香港的集體回憶, 六四, 李小龍, 成龍, 黃飛鴻, rush hour. 有時候還是會害怕無知, 太無知.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3742797496089110803-6168607409727879298?l=wing2121.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wingnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3742797496089110803.post-62554823395241070532009-06-25T22:26:00.000-07:002009-06-25T23:11:00.621-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voF2gFa2wzw/SkRmGvt_uxI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Moloi2K-prE/s1600-h/t.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351514523297626898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voF2gFa2wzw/SkRmGvt_uxI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Moloi2K-prE/s320/t.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">有時候我們算不算奢侈?</span><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">沒有part time 沒有上課</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">不擔心總是捉不到手的以後</span></div><div>把買不回來的時間, 把玩著</span></div></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">追看定時播放的電視劇集</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">跑到偏遠 食一頓普通不過的茶餐</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">散步回家 汗水緊貼身體</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">有時見一下朋友 說起從前現在</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">每一個晚上坐在電腦前 聊著哦嗯是嗎</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">旁人<span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">大概都覺得那是luxury</span></span></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3742797496089110803-6255482339524107053?l=wing2121.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wingnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3742797496089110803.post-3999166344162831162009-06-23T08:16:00.000-07:002009-06-23T09:10:33.342-07:00<span style="font-size:85%;">補習是比較有空間的兼職, 所以這一年都以它來津貼. </span><span style="font-size:85%;">有一段時間, 我每個多月失業一次, 各式原因我得好好檢討. 坦白我沒有太多教學熱誠. 媽媽當教師的人, 怕了新一代孩子太好動. 但沒有只當他們是生財工具, 或多少投注了感情. 後半年安定地給三個女生定時上課. </span><span style="font-size:85%;">自動自覺的小六, 其實還沒有長大, 最懶寫字. 超級孩子氣的鄰家, 忘記書本愛午睡. 即使連考試範圍也忘記令我真的生氣了半晚, 但很想你能平安升班. 最後一個友愛黃同學, 加油會考.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">我不懂逗孩子的, 只會閒時說說東西南北. 笑笑地, 唸句"乖". 然後, 一直說書至喉嚨干了. </span><span style="font-size:85%;">會不會再見呢? 先放暑假.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3742797496089110803-399916634416283116?l=wing2121.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wingnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3742797496089110803.post-8033751285368548032009-06-21T08:00:00.000-07:002009-06-21T08:27:22.245-07:00<span style="font-size:85%;">那裏聚得太多記憶, 兩年半<br />微笑 問號 懼怕 淚水 幸福<br />會不會是只不過我在無聊<br />文字搬家有規律<br />轉來轉去又回來<br />不過 不是原點.<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3742797496089110803-803375128536854803?l=wing2121.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wingnoreply@blogger.com0