30 March 2009

心动-5

转眼间,三个月已逝, 长假虽然放完了,但是想她的那一份心情,却从未平抚过。她回来了吗?在这既又不长又不短的假期里,她过得怎样呢?在那一百天里,她在干些什么呢?打工吗?去旅行?还是躲在被窝里睡觉呢?幻想到她睡时可爱的样子,就足以让白孤星冲爆血管。。。想着想着,哎呀,鼻血!白孤星赶紧拉了一张纸巾把从鼻子流出来的血给抹了。“哎。。。。我真么会那么弱呢?连想她都回流鼻血, 那根她表白岂不是会要了我的命吗?不行,我要坚强点。要不然不就会落在那只大狼狗的后面了吗?我不服!”

三个月来,白孤星的日子还过得蛮充实的。除了吃饭,睡觉,洗澡之外呢,就是打打工啊,跟朋友们一起出去喝茶,唱K,骑单车,还有的就是线上游戏咯。不过呢,做那么多事情还是不能暂时把她给忘了。痛苦啊~!工作时心不在焉,喝茶时又想起他,唱K时更是不用说了,一连点了一大堆疗伤情歌在KTV狂飙!连朋友们都把他给当成疯子看待了。她再不回来,可能他迟早会被送进精神病院接受治疗了。

苦等了三个月,终于让白孤星回到了校园,为的,只是见她一面。开学的头两个星期,他根本无法专心听课,因为他太兴奋了,多么想立刻就绕着校园一边狂跑,一边喊着她的名字,直到见到她那让人陶醉的脸孔。但是,白孤星明白,这是行不通的。。。唉。。。还是听课吧,反正校园也不是很大,一定会见面的。白孤星就是每天都抱着这样的心情上课,希望能再次碰见她。 就这样,两个星期又过了。。。

他,还是没有见到她的身影。。。

距离,从来不曾为他俩缩短,

时间,从不曾为他俩留缝隙。

待续...

26 March 2009

Repost: 國家貧窮,請用手指 (Courtesy of iLolz) ^^

Saw this a few days ago in a friend's blog, liked it cuz it reminds me of a joke that i heard of around 9-10 years ago?LOL So i decided to repost it, of course with his permission laa...

Enjoy!

一人如廁後,發現沒有廁所紙


牆上寫著『國家貧窮,請用手指』

那個人無可奈何之下,唯有用手指清潔

當想洗手之際,發現洗手盆沒有水,

見牆上有一小孔『如欲清潔,請把手指放進洞中,即可清潔』

那個人便把手指放進小孔裡內『哎呀.......』

那人怪叫一聲,原來洞有一針

情急之下把手指放進口中。。。。。。。。

25 March 2009

To my love

It was that time,
that really sent a crushing blow straight to my fragile heart,
when i accidentally heard him call you dear.
Does he has the privilege?
Is he the one that owns your heart?
Or was he just messing around?
I really wish that i am brave enough,
strong enough to get your confirmation,
so that i won't have to suffer anymore.
I hate this sour-bitter fusion in my chest,
every time when i saw you with another guy,
but what am i to bind your freedom?
We are strangers to each other,
no more, no less.
I am just a nobody in your eyes,
or worst,
a coward....
that can never call you :"Dear"....

ryo

听见有人叫你宝贝

词\曲:李宗盛

你问我为什么不再给你安慰
在寒风中漫步有家不回
好几天不见面也无所谓
你问我为什么把你的信退回
又把照片撕碎毫不后悔
你问我为了什么开始喝酒
而且每次都喝醉

不要说我做得不对
不要说你永远不会
因为我在无意间
听见有人叫你宝贝

不要说这是个误会
你不必在我面前流泪
因为我明明听见
有人叫你宝贝
你让他叫你宝贝

19 March 2009

Unknown

I love the laziness of the sunny day,

thou adore the rushing drops of the rainy day,

So how can we not be apart from each other?

I shall never have thou in my grasp,

for us, two straight lines,

can never cross each other,

neither in a millennium's time,

or a light year,

that makes no difference...