问题1

你，还相信－得不到，总是最美的吗？

睡前你的一句晚安，别让我上瘾，好吗？即使那很甜。

Relationship?

那天，他问了，怎么办？我装冷静地告诉他，我还没准备好，而当我准备好时，我会告知你。
怎么办？我开始慌了，我是喜欢你吗？还是只因为你是个好男人，所以我还想再勾住你多一会儿？
怎么办？真给我妈说中了“船头惊鬼，船尾惊贼”。唉。撞进去吧，管不了了吧？

无题

书桌上摆放了一瓶空的啤酒罐，在这晚九时二十六分。
脑海里浮现了很多画面，流浪的，嬉笑的，争吵的，兴奋的。
孤零零的一个人，呆在空荡荡的房里，在享受抑或厌倦孤单了呢？
正在谈的一场感情，是因为孤单了太久，还是真的喜欢？我已分不清了。
是到了一定的年纪了吗？是不是连该有的激情也消失了？连带的感情也谈得战战兢兢，小心翼翼？
厌倦了一个人，所以他像是一个漂在海上的救生圈，深怕一个不小心就会沉入海底，那无底深渊？
喜欢了那个人，所以他像是一个在海中漂浮着的救生圈，是一个掉入海底的孤单灵魂的救赎？
无论如何，还是感激这一个救生圈，不怕艰苦，把快消失的灵魂给拉了起来。
学会珍惜吧，是我能回馈你的最大礼物，即使那很难。

De-motivation

Lately I have been asking myself, why am I feeling demotivated. I don't feel like reading, or studying, or researching, or writing. Looking at the clock, minutes by minutes, hours by hours. It's almost weekend again. There was nothing that I have accomplished so far. Felt so lonely as when everyone is working on something, I was marching in the same spot.

我们在不同的时间出发，向往那一个憧憬。
忘了吗？忘了是哪一次，哪一个，哪一时。
风，仿佛吹乱了那一头长发，也仿佛吹散了那一股热忱。
时间，让你我经历了曾经，曾经那信誓旦旦的前程。
岁月，却让我止了脚步，眼看终点越离越远，我的目光也转移了方向。
若说一切能从来，选择会不会就不一样。

Those days

Those days seem too close to grasp, yet there were just mist which one could not hold but sense.

Looking back at those days, the memories are not fading as I expected.

They come back when sun sets, when stars shine on a sleepless night.

Years past and gone, people met and gone, a house after next. I thought I have forgotten, the feeling of standing on the edge of highest cliff. Looking down at the waves, they seemed to wash away the lonesome, but brought back the guilt. The excitement, or was I afraid, refrained me from stepping forward or back.

The sea side, reminded me of home. The cold beer, reminded me of my family. Have my freedom weighed down? Have my values changed? I wish there were an angel, who shows me direction that I could not grasp even at this moment. What were my goals? Maybe I have found it, a more simple one than I have thought.

I wish, to build a home, with all my heart. and to be with the love ones I cherish, with all my life.

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走过那么多地方，看过那么多人，才知道，过去我的视野那么狭小，以前一直想看看传说中的曼佗罗，真的有缘一见，却觉得不如想念。反倒是，路边一棵名不见经停的小草，让我惊艳，感叹过去未曾想象过的美丽，竟然如此俯拾即是。

这世界那么大，太多美丽我们不曾亲身经历，不曾亲眼目睹，我终于明白我不是在飘泊，而是在和未来相遇。

有时夜里入梦的，也不能说魂牵梦萦，而是记忆原本就织就我生命的一部分，偶尔想起时，祈祷他过得安好，嘴里挂着笑，就够了，海浪奇起有落，好象总在某个时候被亏欠了太多，但是对整片大海来说，其实那也是一抹美丽的蓝。

最后一页，只有一张照片，和一句话。
那是一片云海，和淘气地在云海中忽隐忽现的彩虹。
　　
小彩虹，要幸福。

眼中的丑陋

刚看了一本小说，提到了人性。
曾几何时，自以为高尚的我，竟也不过是想太多的笨蛋。
人心是一面镜子，心里想的，渴望的，追求的，往往都会在眼睛里反射出来。
它会在不知不觉中，表露无疑。
我曾很自豪的说，我从不喝醉，也不买醉。
不是我不爱酒，只是习惯了伪装的自己，会怕。
怕，醉了，会把一些清醒时保护好好的知觉与想法抛于脑后，跨越一条深不可测的门。
怕，发现原来自己是那么的丑陋。
或许是我的怀疑，思想的扭曲，功利主义，对别人瞧不起，让别人一回又一回地退缩。
我羡慕，那些可以放纵自己的人。至少，他们敢作敢为；不象我，自以为高尚，却连踏出一步的勇气都不敢。
我多想，抛开世俗的眼光，只做自己。可，我却连自己是什么样子，都遗忘了。
悲。

May 14, 2008

今天做了个重大的决定。
没有所谓的对与错， 只有值不值得。

我那天哭了，有多久没有那么痛快地发泄过？
我忘了，或许，我并不想记得。

飘泊久了的心，找不到港湾。
该，转弯了吗？

我选择用，停顿。
是的，该向前的我会坚持。
是的，该停顿时我会放下。

我学了很多吗？我成长了吗？我变了吗？
你呢？你如何？你变了吗？

我想念，故放弃。
我想念，故把握。
我把握，故放下。

stop! stop it!

Sorta depressing I guess. I am glad, to have best friends like you all. everytime when you asked 'are you okay?', really, i felt like crying in front of you. For no reason, everything was overwhelming, about him, thesis, homesickness...if there is a way that can stop all this depressed feelings, I would trade whatever I have with it. really...I will.
Nic just called, asked for someone else's phone number again...i just felt like, that's it? am i the only one that everyone can call just for someone else's number? great, I am just a person that's indifferent i guess. ha
when you are in a depress mood, everything is negative...I guess I will have to deal with it myself, stop the negative thought, stop every obstacle that stops me going forward.

Random

It took courage to take the first move, and now it takes time to forget.
Summer is coming back, will you still be there? or will you melt away after winter?

蓝图

开始念心理学才知道原来很多烦恼是真实地存在，不管你是在什么年龄层，什么阶级，什么背景。
我最近感到愉快，是因为我又开始了那种拥有憧憬的心情，好久好久都没有这么开心过了，就像沙漠中得到雨露，即开心也害怕。害怕那是海市蜃楼，转眼不见。望，只望这次的梦想能实现。
心还想着不能实现的一切，无忧的生活，百变的蓝图，不想了，不望了，也不忘了。 那是美好的。我愿这美好能一直维持，即便那是个遗憾……

A liar

It is time for another housemate to leave Canada. We had a small farewell tonight, just before 8pm. I am happy, well, I know I should not be, but it is hard not to. She is...an interesting person, always have lots of questions in mind and the next time when you see her, be ready to answer her question, or at least have your patient ready, so you won't get frustrated. I remembered one night just before midnight, she waited me to get out from the washroom and asked where can she find a place to fix her hair dryer... At that time, I really felt like ...Oh my Lord.
She begins to pack her luggage, everyone cried at the farewell dinner, except me. This makes me wonder, am i a cold-hearted person? or I am just used to say goodbye to people after all these years in rez. It is hard to show the tears just because I wasn't feeling sad at all. It is hard to pretend, well, for the fact that I am not an actress. But I think I have been trained well to suppress my thoughts and feelings, I think I am a good liar, at least when others need me to pretend that I am happy. Well, at least, to lie is better than showing nothing at all in a happy moment, is it not?

又长一岁

又长一岁了，跨在加国和马来亚之间就是这个时候啦。
今年没有欲望想庆祝生日，或许是太忙和太疲累了吧，也都不知道该做些什么。
明天是一定要吃cheesecake的啦，然后可能就得学习了。
祝我生日快乐！

生日的这天，下雪了，白蒙蒙一片，好美。
耳边传来了下雨声，却发现原来只是雪坠落的声音。
或许我还是害怕吧，害怕看别人嘲笑的眼神和讽刺的嘲弄。
所以，我还是保持了沉默。
但记得的朋友们，我是诚心的谢谢你们。
你们的问候和一字一句，都让我感动。
从来没有这么庆幸过，我很荣幸能有你们，让我觉得我的世界不孤单……

十一月十一日

不时就要叛逆一下，有点坏……
天蝎座都口是心非的，我说。
是吧，就我是吧，别把别人一概并论。
倔强，固执，霸道，不知所措。
我的中心，好像都不知道摆在哪里了，渐渐对什么事都无能为力。
今天是假期，刚刚的心情还不错，但室友回来后就开始觉得很讨厌呆在家里。
或许是呆在宿舍太多年了，渐渐的也对某些人和事感到厌倦和厌恶。
明明以前总会很有耐心的解释，现在却慢慢地觉得“这么白痴的问题都要问”。。。
不耐烦是我现在的写照，哎，心情又跌到到了一个谷底……
还是看书把，心情至少会好一点。

A destiny to no where

A destiny to no where
I have lost, in the middle of no where
Where am I? Where am I going? Where was I belong?
Future seems too blur, yet the pasts seem too hard to remember.
I am searching, for the career, study or a home...
Everything seems so close to be touched, yet it is far as the reflected moon.
I am trying to reach the shining star, I am still trying.
I will tell you, if I have done the homeworks that you have left for me.
Homeworks that might cost my entire life to complete.

Missing again

It has been awhile, since you left Winnipeg.
I have the urge to email you, just wanted to ask a simple question: how's everything?
She told me that you had a party not long before your departure.
That makes me wonder, whether there was something between us?
I told myself not to think of you, once in awhile, yet my mind was wandering.
If meeting someone else would make me feel better, at least its letting you go, maybe I should be trying harder, to find that someone else.
I have closed myself, my mind, and my soul; just to make sure, I am safe.
Was it safe enough to protect myself from hurting again?
Was it safe enough? I wonder again.
You have been into my life, even though its just a short while, it has lightened my soul, and spirit.
Or more importantly, you taught me to be stronger and smarter.
Hopefully one day, there will not be any hope from me to you.
Hopefully there will be a day, that I have let you go.

魔力

好多話想講，好多事發生，好多情緒想發洩，卻不知從何開始。
每一天練習，每一天盼望，每一天匆匆而過，卻不見你的蹤影。

甜蜜的開始，苦澀的結束。
原來是這樣的不簡單，雖然它只維持了短短的十二小時。

疼痛的雙腳，生了繭的雙手，也不能抵囘失去了的魔法。
漫長的夜晚，流逝的白天，第四杯的威爾士，我卻還是執著地保護著自認為屬於他的魔咒。
消失了的十二點，鐘聲響了第七下，微笑的魔法師离我而去后，空白的白紙上留下了鮮紅的血。

看不見的背影，淚無言落下，我還是想執著地再擁抱你一囘，再依賴多一次你的肩膀。
看不見的魔法，漸漸消失，漸漸不見，但我卻願意在有限的旅途裏從新練習一次，從新學會一次，只但願下次再見面時，我還能用我的雙手把你變成我的。

無疾而終

可笑還是該哭？剛剛的一通電話，說真的我到現在還顫抖著。是傷心得顫抖著，還是嘲笑自己的愚蠢？明明我可以感覺到你，現在卻像是天邊的一片云。若這是一個答案，好吧，小寳，一切如你所愿……

Finally...

This blog hasn't been updated for some time...whether it is because I have losen the strength of writing or just simply losen the courage to manifest my feelings. Whoever is checking my blog once in awhile, I apologize for the disappoinment.
I have been obsessed with the show "Desperate Housewives" lately. It talks about the lives of families in Wisteria Lane, a beautiful residential area with friendly neighbours, but behind the doors, everyone is having a little of their own dirty laundries.
"Everyone has his own dirty laundry" begins the stories of these four women who seem to live in a happy yet a hidden desperate life. The lines inspired me as a repressed and restricted human being, they reminded me of how I live through my life...

"In a world filled with darkness,we all need some kind of light
whether it's a great flame that shows us how to win back what we have lost
or the powerful beacon intended to scare away potential monsters
or a few glowing bulbs that reveal to us the hidden truth of our past
we all need something to help us get through the night
even if it's just the tiniest glimmer of hope." (DH, episode 8, 2nd season)

There was a scence, when Carlos was trying to help his wife, Gabbrielle, to move on by hiring his 'prison' mate after she has lost their baby in an unintention way. At first, everyone thought that she has recovered from the lost, even herself. Was she cold hearted? or was she self-centered? She thought that she was selfish because of not having the intention to manifest her grief over this lost in which she has just started to embrace the gain. The balloon represents the spirit of a life lost, by letting it go, she would recognize the pain feel and releas it at the same time. She denied the feeling that deep under her heart, she thought that it was easy for her to let go of the balloon. But in the end, she recognized how much grief she has by releasing the balloon that also letting go the past. Doesn't matter whether this is the same old stuff that we have learned in the movies or a deed that one would bring disgrace to oneself, it helps me to learn one should be failthful to one's heart and recognize the grief that one denies. Maybe, there is still grief underneath somewhere in my heart, maybe, one day I would recognize and let go...

a night in TYC

今天真的玩得很瘋。
好久沒跳舞，跳得流汗的那種哦！
因爲這裡的天氣都太冷，所以要讓我這位‘冷’感小姐流汗，是件多麽困難的事啊！
呵呵
今天在快要离開時，按照規矩，酒吧都得播放慢歌，好讓一些醉翁之意不在酒的路人可以乘機‘行事’。剛好，遇到了一個很會跳舞的舞伴，耳裡傳來了我最近最愛的那首歌-you're beautiful……
跳著跳著、不自禁的陶醉在他的怀裏頭。還好，他對女人沒興趣，真的……呵呵呵，賺到啦！
可愛的小男生，雖然你不會來這個網，但還是得謝謝你的體貼哦！這樣的男生啊，真是沒話說。哈哈。
Its time to face the truth, I will never be with you.
當唱到這一句時，還好，我身邊有個男生啊，否則我會當場哭起來咯，呵呵。
今天真的很開心。迷迷糊糊有過了一夜了，明天得加油讀書了！
嘢。