今天的心情很复杂,也不懂为了什么的。就上来发牢骚好了。
下载了一些歌,想起了好多好多的事。
对我而言,每一首歌,都写着一个故事。
听着歌,跟着哼,想起了那个你,那个她,曾经那个我。
还有她和他的故事。
故事里有甜有酸有苦。
有人在故事里看到了爱情,有人看到了友情,有人看到了好转的心情。
有人的爱情来了,也有人的爱情走了。
有人变成了最熟悉的陌生人,也有人发现原来那不是爱情。
有人选择在故事外盘旋,心甘情愿的当一个路人。
有人觉得他们只隔着一颗心的距离,却也有人认为那只是传说。
有人不想再恋爱,却也有人在menghitung hari.
有人的心碎了,也有人找到了属于她的valentine.
有人许夏了诺言,也有人还在hot and cold.
有人催促着对方do something,告诉对方I will still love you.
这些故事对某人来说,是属于他们难忘的故事。
对我而言,我选择了只听别人的故事。
因为我知道每个人都是One in a million.
Everyone is a shooting star.
Far apart, but sparkle together, and brighten the sky.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
你好吗?
电话响了,收到了封信息。打开来看,是久违的朋友。
好开心,真的,很开心。
从来都不敢奢望,会有这么的一天。
伤害早已铸成,只希望你复原得快一点。
好像告诉你,真得很抱歉,
然而,对不起,是很自私的三个字。
很开心,你叫我“朋友”
很开心,你愿意再联络
你的短信,让我的包袱,轻了许多。
你的一句“朋友,你好吗?”
仿佛,雨天后的彩虹,为我的晦暗世界,上了颜色。
如今,
剩下的,就只有课业的压力。
好像跟你说一声,
谢谢你,你好吗?
好开心,真的,很开心。
从来都不敢奢望,会有这么的一天。
伤害早已铸成,只希望你复原得快一点。
好像告诉你,真得很抱歉,
然而,对不起,是很自私的三个字。
很开心,你叫我“朋友”
很开心,你愿意再联络
你的短信,让我的包袱,轻了许多。
你的一句“朋友,你好吗?”
仿佛,雨天后的彩虹,为我的晦暗世界,上了颜色。
如今,
剩下的,就只有课业的压力。
好像跟你说一声,
谢谢你,你好吗?
心,好累
也不知怎么了。累,好累,总觉得真得很累。
功课好多,朋友太少,时间不够用。
朋友还是老的好。但是他们都好遥远。
想念,思念,牵挂,远在他乡的你们。
成绩不理想,害怕。
不想再失望,不想再失败。
这种感觉,痛。
压力,闷,没办法呼吸。
掉发,剪发,心疼。
瓶颈,平静,面对。
又发牢骚,不管了,再加油.............
功课好多,朋友太少,时间不够用。
朋友还是老的好。但是他们都好遥远。
想念,思念,牵挂,远在他乡的你们。
成绩不理想,害怕。
不想再失望,不想再失败。
这种感觉,痛。
压力,闷,没办法呼吸。
掉发,剪发,心疼。
瓶颈,平静,面对。
又发牢骚,不管了,再加油.............
Something I've read, and I wish to share
We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values.
We talk too much, love too seldom and lie too often.
We've learned how to make a living, but not a life.
We've added years to life, not life to years.
We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet the new neighbour.
We've conquered outer space, but not inner space.
We've done larger things, but not better things.
We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul.
We've split the atom, but not our prejudice.
We've learnt to rush but not to wait
We have more acquaintances but fewer friends.
These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, tall men and short character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the times of world peace but domestic warfare, more leisure and less fun, more kinds of food but less nutrition.
These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses but broken homes.
This is a time when there's much in the show window and nothing in the stockroom.
- Dr. Bob Moorehead
We talk too much, love too seldom and lie too often.
We've learned how to make a living, but not a life.
We've added years to life, not life to years.
We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet the new neighbour.
We've conquered outer space, but not inner space.
We've done larger things, but not better things.
We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul.
We've split the atom, but not our prejudice.
We've learnt to rush but not to wait
We have more acquaintances but fewer friends.
These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, tall men and short character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the times of world peace but domestic warfare, more leisure and less fun, more kinds of food but less nutrition.
These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses but broken homes.
This is a time when there's much in the show window and nothing in the stockroom.
- Dr. Bob Moorehead
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