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2009-06-29T17:26:00.000+08:00

http://nokiatravel.mysinablog.com/index.php?op=ViewArticle&articleId=1773740

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2009-03-01T23:52:00.002+08:00

If I had make up my fucking mind early,
things will not be so shitty.

2009-02-02T23:24:00.001+08:00

聖誕節藍色(作者)
總覺得塞進郵筒的信對方會收不到
放在街旁的自行車會被別人偷掉
總覺得端在手上的高壓鍋馬上就會爆炸
轉播足球賽的電視機會出什麼故障
如果撞上了什麼東西那一定得了腦震盪
如果這班車她還沒有到的話我就要一個人被撇在世界上
一個成熟的男人身上為什麼會有那麼多的份量

Die now

2009-01-23T22:24:00.000+08:00

Sometimes I think it's actually not bad to die now, to die at this second. Or perhaps, even quite nice to. If I die now, I'll die with all the possibilities, untested, unrealized. And among them only the good ones matter when u're dead. And the good ones would only seem very likely, pitifully and sadly. "Only if he didn't die this young, he would have become a great, erm, I dunno, whatever sounds successful."

So, if I die now, I'll be, and die a successful-person-to-be; but if I live, and fail, and age, I can very well become a miserable old loser, and die one. It's pathetic to be bitter about ur dreams without trying to make them come true. It's miserable to try and fail and be perhaps as bitter. So perhaps to die with dreams remained dreams without able to try is the best solution, yes?
Well I'm just wondering.

The Spot

2009-01-11T22:21:00.001+08:00

There is a spot near the entrance of the building I live in. The spot where a woman reached, from the wall of a corridor of the building, where it was a little lower and one could climb up to. It took only seconds, I suppose. To reach that spot from some ten floors above, traveling by gravity. The spot was surrounded with "POLICE" tapes and forbidden for a day. And the security guards burned scents and other stuffs for the dead for a few days too.

The spot is near the entrance and part of the shortest path from the building to the bus stops behind it. It was not like that you must get through that spot to go behind the building. But you can imagine that you can't jump from a building and land 10 meters away from it, you land near it. In fact I think it feels like landing below the building, as near the spot there are covered areas extended from the building. So I often stepped on, and I still do, that very spot where her body crashed and cracked, and where blood was shed all over.

The strange thing is, I couldn't feel that terrible incident at all going to skool getting through that spot, at all, even with the knowledge of all these. Even with witnessing the "POLICE" tapes and the security guards burning stuffs with my eyes, even with also some bits of the woman's story, and my parents talking about the incident.

How could I not, why could I not?
That spot was where someone's life ended, where a living body was turned into some inanimate, heavy flesh and leaking, darkening blood. Even with as violent a death like this, there was no trace of death, or life, to be remained and remembered. How come? Do things that happened only exist in the past?

Erm, what am I writing? I didn't start the post to talk about such things. Let's start again.
I left home at 3AM or something like that tonight, when mother n father went to bed. To smoke and, I dunno, have a moonlit walk perhaps? To think, I guess. Cos I thought a lot. About lots of stuffs. And I looked at that spot, and wondered about many things.
If things happened to a spot, a place, a thing, can mean nothing to the present like that, then, what about to a person? Hmmmmmm too long already for a to-get-myself-sleepy post.

The Spot

2009-01-11T22:21:00.000+08:00

2008-08-15T21:00:00.000+08:00

love

NONE

2008-06-18T21:04:00.000+08:00

In a crowd, and quite lost, I tried to turn n look around n get myself oriented.it was where I came from, now on my back that I should turn n walk to, I realized. So I turned, and my shoulder hit sonething, or someone. An gray, dark object. There was smth like a rather thick blanket hanging on it, n it apeared to me like a gigantic tongue, but only dry n in a light gray. There were textures, no, it actually was not a single object, but lines that bound, n stuck together that shaped an immensity n thickness. It was hair. I just hit a homeless's shoulder. I realized that it was a person n wanted to appolpgize for running into him; but I was too spellbound that I tried to speak but could make no sound, n when u tried the second time he already walked away. Without paying attention to me, or the crowd, or the world, at all.

The 2nd Week

2008-06-13T23:04:00.008+08:00

I have been so bored here because there's no internet at home.

just went sightseeing by ourselves on weekends.

tomorrow we're going to visit the Manchester United Museum (曼聯)

on the way school

actually i need to walk for 35 minutes to school everyday!!!!!!

YORKSHIRE!!!!!

2008-06-04T22:43:00.016+08:00

this is the house i live!!

i live with Alex-Jane (Mom), Robert (Dad), Holly (aged 9) and Harry (aged 7) here.. its not so large but nice

the roads around are always empty and so quiet at night!!

i get up before 7am everyday and have dinner around 7pm and go to bed usually before 10pm........

never had this regular life before

Plane

2008-04-15T22:23:00.000+08:00

I think it's a wonderful n terrible thing. It carried me across the ocean n brought me to the the other side of Earth, to quite a different world, to chances n encounters. Yet it also carried a fd away who, a few days ago was still drinking with me in a park late at night in the winter, to Australia. Australia, oh, where 2 of the professors in the department came from. What a small world. But is it small really? Erm. If it brings ppl away, it also brings ppl back to you. But then if it brings ppl to you, it brings ppl away too. Ah, what am I saying?

Remains of the day

2008-04-11T21:01:00.000+08:00

nice!

2008-01-30T22:15:00.000+08:00

There are people that you run into; and people you run to; and people you run away from; and
people you run together with. And -
1. in the end you run alone.
2. you will always remember them all.
3. wish I can just walk.
4. you wonder why one wasn't another.
Which do think is best?

When You're Gone

2007-10-26T01:20:00.000+08:00

I always needed time on my own
I never thought I'd need you there when I cry
And the days feel like years when I'm alone
And the bed where you lye
Is made up on your side

When you walk away
I count the steps that you take
Do you see how much I need you right now?

When you're gone
The pieces of my heart are missing you
When you're gone
The face I came to know is missing too
When you're gone
The words I need to hear to always get me through the day
And make it ok

I miss you

I've never felt this way before
Everything that I do reminds me of you
and the clothes you left, that lie on the floor
And they smell just like you
I love the things that you do

When you walk away
I count the steps that you take
Do you see how much I need you right now?

When you're gone
The pieces of my heart are missing you
And When you're gone
The face I came to know is missing too
And When you're gone
The words I need to hear to always get me through the day
And make it ok

I miss you

We were made for each other
Out here forever
I know we were
Yeah yeah
And all I ever wanted was for you to know
everything I do I give my heart and soul
I can hardly breathe I need to feel you here with me Yeah...

When you're gone
The pieces of my heart are missing you
And When you're gone
The face I came to know is missing too
And When you're gone
The words I need to hear, will always get me through the day
And make it ok

I miss you...........

the first blogger ever

2007-10-24T21:22:00.000+08:00

created an account here with pui

duno whats it for

anyway i jus did it