tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57966272011-07-31T03:56:40.736+08:00虚香苑zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comBlogger3301100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-26621538823772071752010-10-30T18:49:00.004+08:002010-10-30T19:23:56.618+08:00那是一个洞。那洞穴里窥视也看不到任何东西。我唯一知道的，就是那是深得可怕而已。无法想像的深。而且黑暗－－好像用全世界各种黑暗所熬成的稠密黑暗－－将那洞穴塞得满满的。不过谁也不知到那洞在什么地方，总之一不小心就会掉进去，洞口就会密合。无边的恐惧开始肆无忌惮地侵蚀你，你得一步一步抹黑走向那沿路撒满白骨、阴暗潮湿的最深处。原来洞的最深处有扇门。门外就是久别的阳光。zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-81441051146778165362010-10-30T18:43:00.001+08:002010-10-30T18:45:40.386+08:00爱情到亲情的过渡需要某种程度的觉悟。zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-67185995459458020962010-10-30T18:29:00.003+08:002010-10-30T18:49:48.837+08:00当你能平淡地看待一切的风浪，那你或许已经掌握了人生的学问。zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-28906134677341867232009-03-15T22:12:00.002+08:002009-03-15T23:13:30.205+08:00我很久沒動筆了。很多一閃而過的情感、想法在真正能動筆之前，已經用完了。其實，以我現在的忙綠指數和生活方向來看，也實在是沒有多餘的時間揮霍在書本和思考上。當然，我還是很快樂。只是這種快樂和幸福，離當年（對，那時一段已經可以用“當年”來形容的日子）的那種少年時光的快樂已經太遠太遠，遠到讓我忘了如何生活。因為這兩種快樂在某種程度上是對立的，是現實和理想的對立、更是世故和青澀的對立。得到其中一種快樂就意味著對另一種的放棄。其實，也許比起別人有一定的難度，不過，說到底是自己無法找到那個平衡點。我常常有時會有一陣莫名的恐慌，因為潛意識中明白自己不僅僅是原地徘徊，現在更選擇了另一條路。 只有在和茜雅和Stella在一起時，才能找回那種令人懷念的認同。或許，這是每個人都會走到的分岔路口，而我們只是比大家早一歩到了，才會這麼孤獨地感傷。看著周圍還是莘莘學子的朋友為課業而忙碌，在閒暇之余品味生活，zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-57328416529035757592008-08-18T23:03:00.002+08:002008-08-18T23:05:55.201+08:00Life and How to Survive ItBelow is a speech to the graduating class of 2008 at NTU convocation ceremony last week by Adrian Tan, a litigation lawyer and the author of The Teenage Textbook.I must say thank you to the faculty and staff of the Wee Kim Wee School of Communication and Information for inviting me to give your convocation address. It’s a wonderful honour and a privilege for me to speak zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-9483108312974413192008-03-18T00:11:00.002+08:002008-03-18T00:37:46.382+08:00不知道是不是chain effect，突然间发现好多人对我来说很重要的人都有意无意地搁笔了。或许是身处异乡，也或许某些事情发生了本质性地变化了吧。。。这一点都不稀奇，只是没想到来得这么快。其实从茜雅走的那一天起，有些东西已经慢慢地消失了。能坚持到现在，只不过是对失去的不舍和牵挂。而如今，这些对我突然统统变得不重要了，甚至连最初到底失去了什么都忘了。当然，这包括了书写的能力，包括了真诚的自己，包括了许许多多的曾经。。。我知道自己变了，不过我真的不希望你们也和我一样知道吗？这样似乎有点自私，不过我是真的这么希望啊。zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-60316659582522669162008-03-17T23:29:00.002+08:002008-03-18T00:06:08.831+08:00好久没写东西了，都不知道还有没有人会借着闲情逸致或无聊至极而有心地路过。很可能已经被大部分人遗忘了吧。人就是这样，you have to put in continuous effort to prove your presence，不然就会被取代。其实，故作潇洒一番，别人看不看无所谓。可是人就是这么肤浅，让这里沦落成这荒墟废地却是心有不甘。做人，还真是累啊。zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-59750791322119425082008-02-25T20:01:00.002+08:002008-02-25T20:23:00.864+08:00The few moments of pleasure we get only show us how empty and meaningless the rest of our existance truly is.zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-1345547247967095882008-01-20T09:36:00.000+08:002008-01-20T10:03:14.216+08:00《青花瓷》素胚勾勒出青花筆鋒濃轉淡瓶身描繪的牡丹一如妳初妝冉冉檀香透過窗心事我了然宣紙上走筆至此擱一半釉色渲染仕女圖韻味被私藏而妳嫣然的一笑如含苞待放妳的美一縷飄散 去到我去不了的地方天青色等煙雨 而我在等妳炊煙裊裊昇起 隔江千萬里在瓶底書漢隸仿前朝的飄逸就當我為遇見妳伏筆天青色等煙雨 而我在等妳月色被打撈起 暈開了結局如傳世的青花瓷自顧自美麗 妳眼帶笑意色白花青的錦鯉躍然於碗底臨摹宋體落款時卻惦記著妳妳隱藏在窯燒裡千年的秘密極細膩猶如繡花針落地簾外芭蕉惹驟雨門環惹銅綠而我路過那江南小鎮惹了妳在潑墨山水畫裡 妳從墨色深處被隱去-总是会被这样的诗词吸引住 清淡得很透明 其中的真味 欲舒已忘言 在前朝的江南烟雨中 我又醉倒在意境的朦胧zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-68775332236609605132007-09-06T19:25:00.000+08:002007-09-06T19:32:05.919+08:00喂喂喂。只想证明一下这里的主人还活着。zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-34613292450878153752007-07-08T17:35:00.000+08:002007-07-08T18:41:24.393+08:00来北京也有些日子了，似乎务必得感受到什么，写些什么才对。其实，有时生活可以就是那么的平凡无奇。没什么好说，也没什么好写。这儿的天气太热，厌恶烈阳的我恹恹地躲在室内，打算把长城、紫禁城留给落叶纷飞的秋天。毕竟，秋天的凋零更能衬托古城残骸、人去楼空的那种隔世追忆。所以，最惬意的事，是跑到在北京胡同里一个隐秘的cafe泡了一天。偶尔，会喝几口咖啡，看看窗外经过的人们。由于有laptop和《伤心咖啡店之歌》，所以我想听什么样的音乐，查什么样的资料、看多久的书都可以如我所愿。然后，我想到马蒂。她不是也在城市最灰暗、隐秘的角落的蓝色伤心咖啡店遇见了小叶、海安和吉儿他们吗？她也是从那个cafe开始从幼稚走向成熟、在一步步自我发现的过程中，对人生产生了过人的透视和自信。不知道为什么，我的心会为这现实与虚构的相似悸动不已，心里暗自幻想我的你们会不会在这一刻就这么出现在我面前，在一个老北京胡同的cafe里。zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-24554310652761461512007-07-01T15:47:00.000+08:002007-07-01T15:58:10.941+08:00喝着一杯清凉的台湾珍珠奶茶。在香港国际机场。落地窗外的空旷，很美。 翻开《伤心咖啡店》，心情也变得蓝调。 看着人群来来往往，在同一个地方，飞向人生不同的方向。突然觉得，一个人的旅行，感觉其实很不错。 不知道为什么，这种时候，也想起了姐妹。zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-39355175798745218272007-07-01T15:20:00.000+08:002007-07-01T15:28:21.770+08:00at HK airport doing nothing now. there's still 1 hr plus to my flight. *yawns*. thx to those ppls who sent me off today (inlcuding loppy). =)zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-81482115215619148542007-06-23T11:23:00.000+08:002007-06-23T11:37:00.219+08:00Amazing how we've changed. While fanciful and loud designs were our only choice for blogskins in the (not so distant) past, we've begun to appreciate the beauty of simplicity. Or should i say to avoid--complexity.zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-44386022872692384492007-06-23T00:54:00.000+08:002007-06-23T11:09:23.215+08:00i have been idling for the past three weeks. i cannot recall a single activity since i have returned that can be considered as adding value to the lives of anyone around me (apart from the heavy injection of cashflow into the singapore economy). yet there is a certain value and importance in this idleness. projecting the next twenty years of selling my life to the corporate devil, i will be zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-62347974623512468292007-06-14T18:58:00.000+08:002007-06-14T23:39:21.607+08:00人都是会变的。再寻常不过的道理。曾经认为很重要的，到头来终究是经不起时间的考验的。这倒也没什么。就好像change is the only constant那种说法。过去的人不一定会陪着我们走未来的路。所以我们总是不断地在收获、失去、邂逅和错过。没什么好高兴的，也没什么好哀伤的。zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-75016577960065338892007-06-08T00:43:00.000+08:002007-06-08T00:48:52.738+08:00我其实很害怕有那么一天，我们都在生活里迷失了自己。当大家都默默地离去，然后渐渐忘了那所有所有的曾经，我会将那时的记忆也夹在我们的照片里。 也许会在很多年后的一个黄昏，我走不动了，不想走了，从偶然翻开的日记中落下这些已经泛黄的照片。而回忆，那些尘封的回忆，就会从那里破蛹而出，单纯地为我们真的活过作见证。那时的我，一定会哀伤地泛着泪光，拼命地想回到那笑中带泪过去。可是，回得去就不是过去，这就是时光。而时光是停不住的，因为时光一直都在。停不住的，是我们在时光面前脆弱的--自己。然后，我就会竭尽所能不让自己连这些仅有的回忆都失去。。。zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-58124502349715639742007-05-31T12:24:00.000+08:002007-06-02T13:13:52.514+08:00and so I am finally back, welcomed by the familiar but uncomfortable perspiration rolling down the sides of my face. much has happened for the past two weeks. Jetting between exceedingly chilly and rainy kunming, cooling guangzhou, sunny xiamen and hybrid-of-all hangzhou, It seems that the weather had been the most unkind and fluctuation is the only consistancy in the weather. As I pray for good zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-80227679778401614912007-05-06T22:21:00.000+08:002007-05-07T15:39:46.813+08:0010 random facts/weird things or habits (since i'm innocently tagged by Mr Joel Thomas)Rule of the game: each player of this game starts off with 10 weird things or habits or little known facts about yourself. People who get tagged must write in a blog of their own 10 weird things or habits or little known facts as well as state this rule clearly. At the end you must choose 6 people to be tagged zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-91361242471879395402007-05-06T20:59:00.000+08:002007-05-06T23:51:06.917+08:00“我发现你好像真的从来不会回头的。而别人只能跟着你的步伐走。”“是吗？”“所以，你要不要尝试偶尔回头看看？”“偶尔。。。回头看看？”“对。不然你永远都在追寻，而不知道自己到底失去了什么。。”--《海豚湾恋人》zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-78546689986878508602007-05-06T20:43:00.000+08:002007-05-06T20:59:43.261+08:00betrayal. it's a vicious cycle. the longing to betray at our tender youth and then, at some distant future, feeling pangs of conscious. the urge to betray will be here again: to betray our own betrayal.zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-40502977360109160722007-04-26T23:32:00.000+08:002007-04-27T00:08:34.532+08:00there is beauty in everything before our eyes. sometimes all things around us point towards and focuses your attention on something so magnificently grand and imposing - that may be beauty. yet the most beautiful things in life exist everywhere, in every nook and cranny of all buildings, in the lives of ordinary people like you and me - an elderly couple walking down the sunset beach hand-in-handzhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-901987153928066172007-04-21T01:01:00.000+08:002007-04-21T10:35:51.123+08:00life in uni is hectic by nature of the demanding workload. my week just passed me by without notice - partly because i have been too buried in my textbooks to differentiate night from day. while i remain convinced that i am in one of the most demanding courses in the university, i have gradually begun to accept what i'm having and have ended myself into. today is a self-enforced no-revision day:)zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-76808573886023769022007-04-18T17:30:00.000+08:002007-04-18T21:33:12.881+08:00This term has ultimately taken its toll on me. I could feel myself crumbling under the immense weight of everything after slaving myself for the past 5 days; each passing day is a struggle. A struggle against stress, a struggle against temptation. I could just do no more of this mess, writing not a single word, thinking not a single thought. Hour after hour, I glanced forlornly at my clock. I sawzhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-53883243792109363842007-04-13T22:41:00.000+08:002007-04-13T22:57:49.299+08:00我们都是一面支离破碎的镜子用尽了一生的精力只不过想拼回一个完整的自己。。zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-75434503131698644682007-04-13T11:55:00.000+08:002007-04-13T13:34:31.756+08:00My Secret Garden有几个星期天，都被迫回到学校。不知道是不是一种自虐，还真的很喜欢在这个时候回学校。那种宁静和散漫的气氛真的让人很舒服。走在cant A 的天桥上，四周一个人都没有，连汽车都躲起来了，只有懒散的阳光，微微的风不敢太张扬，只是很调皮地卷起飘落的落叶和花瓣。想要一个人的时候，寂寞成了一种享受。少了吵杂的人群，这里似乎成了一个被人遗弃的文明。偶然闯入了这个的废墟的我走入了一个神秘的世界，抚摸着废墟里的桌椅瓦片，它们还是那么地有生命力，仿佛族人的消失只是昨天的事。 它们每一个都隐藏着一段耿耿于怀的心事吧。那是一股历史的沧桑。在永恒的时间里，每个人的存在渺小得可怜，世事烟飞云散，所有所有的曾经也只留下几页绮丽古纸，几页散落在人间的罕为人知。。。这样的一个地方，在岁月的河流里流浪，在时空交错的感情里感伤、也许也独自在夜里为它的患得患失而黯然神伤。。zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-46445946037066315262007-04-08T23:55:00.000+08:002007-04-09T00:19:46.397+08:00“Blog is really a powerful tool for people to share their daily lives or some thoughts which is not easy to verbalize. I have came to realized how powerful words are and especially how beautiful the Chinese language can be if you are able to use it correctly. A few words can mean so much as compared to English. This is not to say that English is not good but it is just a comparison. I never was zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-38645664779376459302007-03-22T15:25:00.000+08:002007-03-22T15:56:57.884+08:00我在巴黎的火车站，遇见一个拉风琴的少年。 他懒散的神情和随意的打扮吸引了我的目光。我好奇地走上前和他聊天。他说他多年来就是这么拉着风琴过生活。我问这样一无所有的生活会不会太没有意义和空虚。他没有回答，开始继续刚才被我打断的曲子。“为什么不回答？”我问。他笑了笑。“因为，你并不是在问我啊。”然后被起了背包，消失在人群中。于是，某种东西，开始深深地印在我的脑海里。我也笑了。因为，我也找到了我的答案。巴黎的夜晚，还真的有点冷。我把双手藏进黑色的大衣里，在越夜越美丽的浪漫之都，独自漫步着。--期待着巴黎的明信片。zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-10519379408823591322007-03-19T23:20:00.000+08:002007-04-13T22:40:58.259+08:00身边的人用无法挽留的速度经过。我以为在人这么多的地方更容易找到交谈的对象，才发现不是这么一回事。或许是相遇随手可得，所以不再珍惜。或许是可以接触的人多所以分散了关心。然后，我渐渐发现我正在被人群那种庞大的漠不关心和迅速的来来去去给淹没。开始，我慌张了起来，想歇斯底里地大叫，而我的话语却被人群用不留痕迹的匆忙掩盖住。夜晚，我终于习惯、终于不再慌张。我开始变成人群里的一份子、我终于和大家一样了。不再突兀，也分不出哪个是自己，只是一片模糊。我不知道这是悲哀还是幸福，只是感到茫然、麻木。在一片深不可测的黑暗里，我终于流下第一滴眼泪。在失去自己而得到別人认同之后，窗外灯火通明地那么热闹着。而寂寞却更加鲜明。--黄俊郎zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-51109317082685837782007-03-12T17:00:00.000+08:002007-03-13T14:28:24.323+08:00所以，我们都去看了黄城。是去看戏，也是看人。或许真的老了，有些让大家哄堂大笑的笑话，怎么好象觉得已经并不是很好笑了。原来我们大家真的在改变。。当然黄城是不会变的，不管戏好不好看，对黄城人来说，上演了就是精彩的。因为我们对黄城有太多的包容和怜爱，因为黄城对过来人的意义在于谢幕和那首一辈子也忘不了的歌曲。纵然有再多的批评，在歌声响起的瞬间，都变成了温柔的回忆。毕竟，我总觉得这么多年来，只有黄城的那两年才是真正地为自己而活。怎么不知不觉三年就这么过去了，怎么觉得离开黄城的这段日子几乎是一片空白。突然意识到为什么大学显得那么寂寞，那么难熬。雅，那种没人能了解的感觉，我想我是知道的。所以，对于城外的人，总会带点不言而喻的距离，无论他们有多好。---记黄城夜韵07zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-73582594580259162242007-03-09T00:23:00.000+08:002007-03-13T14:16:02.184+08:00The suffocation is killing me brutally. Slicing me into pieces, draining my blood dry. I stare into the broken mirror, the red is invading all dimensions. My flesh is falling apart. I want to moan, but my lips are torn. My ears are pierced before the loved words. I cant smell the sweet luring scent of my blood. Senses, are splashed onto the floor like a beautiful piece of art. I admire in pain zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-47121731519198487012007-03-06T17:22:00.000+08:002007-03-06T18:09:16.916+08:00Paris, Je T'aime 的小惊喜：法国人也爱读村上王尔德生命中最后的幽默: My wallpaper and I are fighting a duel to the death. One or the other of us has to go.______________________________________________________So chyi and I were discussing about European lit on our way back from Paris, Je T'aime.琪：“茶花女因该很穷吧。。”哲（觉得问题很复杂）：“为什么这么说呢？”琪（其实想得很简单）：“茶花女不是卖茶花的吗？”哲：“！！！！（晕倒）”琪：“eh?不是吗？？”哲：“...”琪：“shit.”注：茶花女（La dame aux camélias) iszhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-65224420451778286902007-03-05T17:05:00.000+08:002007-03-05T17:16:06.157+08:00I REALLY WANT TO WATCH THIS FILMzhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-66681715846665210672007-03-02T21:26:00.000+08:002007-03-02T21:37:10.154+08:00My wireless connection has been retardedly down for god-knows-what reason for the entire day. After hours of physical and psychological wear and tear, I simply accept that technology is stronger and more powerful than me: it works when it wants to, and when it doesnt, it's best to sit down and read a book or go for a walk , and just wait until the cable and network links are in a better mood and zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-82881658812919453082007-02-28T00:21:00.000+08:002007-02-28T11:03:57.202+08:00“不知道从什么时候开始，我竟然忘了如何笑了。”“然后呢?”“于是，我在镜子前不停练习。可是镜子里的那张脸却还是目无表情。”“也许你只是忘了什么是快乐。”zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-71775102929883706702007-02-24T14:15:00.000+08:002007-02-26T10:37:40.240+08:00有時候，会无意之间弄丢一些重要的东西。有時候，丟掉了才发现其实那是无比重要。因此，我們害怕。我們刻意把重要和不重要的东西都保存着，养成了收藏癖、变成了收集狂。然而，最后却发现空间塞满的，其实全是不重要的東西。重要的。。总在別处zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-79130099787873132842007-02-23T00:37:00.000+08:002007-02-23T00:46:22.580+08:00“放我走好吗？”“怎么了？”“我只是累了”“连他们也要放手吗？”“这是一种足以鼓足勇气放弃一切的疲倦。”zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-49090679744552107292007-02-22T23:07:00.000+08:002007-02-22T23:34:47.954+08:00其实真的很想悄悄地消失。然后变成什么都不是。没有名字。没有身份。没有过去。没有牵挂。没有语言。zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-50399090351602186342007-02-16T01:27:00.000+08:002007-02-16T01:35:24.568+08:00I'm so sick of:checking emailshandphone ringinggoing onlinenow. They just spell endless of troubles.I'm so tired.Tmr's CNY eve.And i'm so so tired.zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-68340875489859948682007-02-15T00:10:00.000+08:002007-02-15T00:11:28.935+08:00SO WHEN'S MY CHINESE NEW YEAR EVER GOING TO COME?!?zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-72370756099207789662007-02-15T00:05:00.000+08:002007-02-15T00:09:59.698+08:002 Quizzes, 2 Group Reports, 1 Strategic Decision Making, 1 Group IT Assignment.Whoever says Acc modules are slack deserves a slap.Living is a chore.Chocolates. I need you to destress.zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-1432174237421195322007-02-07T00:08:00.000+08:002007-02-07T00:14:58.890+08:00"一切都会过去的.."这句话是那么地残忍和温柔而我们只是在等心情刚好用完的时候zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-58868379882829566972007-01-23T21:42:00.000+08:002007-01-23T23:43:54.300+08:00 早上十点 双层巴士在邂逅站牌后 迂回转折地透露机场那 耿耿于怀的心事到底天长地久 是什么意思下午 中环地铁 扶梯每隔几秒就换来节拍鲜明的 脚步踏着各自人生的旅途我们瞬间的交叉 只是巧合的过路旺角的 人行道 有香港的味道铜锣湾有个 家酒鲜海彩好庙街的 125层的酥皮蛋挞知道真的不是在开玩笑那么玉街何时成为 景点之一心知肚明又莫名其妙倒数过后 只有兰桂芳的霓虹知道街角暗巷的啤酒罐又在 哭诉没有人听它被玻璃杯抛弃的故事和酒客 满腹的心事好累了 一瓶啤酒下肚疲倦的眼皮垂钓着 夜色中的九龙半岛醉了 醉倒在一整夜的 香港情调zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-50565050267734866752007-01-21T23:09:00.000+08:002007-01-22T00:00:06.147+08:00青铜古镜就算那些历史都灰飞烟灭，连我们所处的时空也已经沧海桑田般地消失不见，你送的青铜古镜怎么又满面尘埃地回到人间，陪着我轮回再轮回。轻拂着它，恍如隔世的那段悲痛欲绝的离别，我调整着千年的时差，隐隐作痛。为何要招惹来一段因该被遗忘的纠缠不清？令我从此惦记着未了的心愿，沉醉在半梦半醒之间，用宿醉的目光遥望脑海里从此怎么也抹不去的长安。梦中的我，带着前世的记忆，缓缓穿过屋前的竹林，推开水晶垂帘，看见那面被擦拭得耀眼夺目的青铜古镜，在月光下，正倒映出女人眉宇间一股挥之不去、只有我一个人才懂的，悲伤。zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-2070191854107099402007-01-05T19:52:00.000+08:002007-01-05T21:28:09.091+08:00对不起，让你发现了有些记忆本来应该被封印着，不能碰，一碰就是一次锤心的疼痛。可是偏偏很自虐。总忍不住再做一次回首，寻找曾经的彷徨凄楚。原来。。不容易陷入，所以也更不容易忘怀。一直相信生命的真谛，不在表层，而在内心最幽微的地方。所以我天生带着黑暗来保护自己。你却愿意在那里努力地找到我。所以我珍惜，真得很珍惜。请谅解我的沉默，原谅我的分心。latte 不淡，只是我的习惯。习惯了自己默默地疗伤，默默地再寻回自己。zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-80891125400107694412007-01-05T00:34:00.000+08:002007-01-05T01:08:10.574+08:00最近一直喝酒。因为只有理智散乱了，眼泪才能得到释放。有止痛药吗？我真的很需要。zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-47002941735751791442007-01-03T21:41:00.000+08:002007-01-06T12:53:22.049+08:00序正是暮春三月。苏堤岸百花争艳，芬芳袭人。在这繁花烟柳，苏堤春晓的辰光，西湖上自是有另一番景致。烟水迷茫。碧波轻荡。西湖中停着一艘雕工精致的船。轻薄透明彩纱在风中飞扬，水晶垂帘被微风吹得不停地触击着，与船中女人们银铃般的笑声融合在一起，极为清脆悦耳。原来，里面也是一片花团锦簇，香气逼人。偶然几艘慕名而来得船只只能从垂帘中隐约寻得四位丽人的倩影--因袭唐代之旧，皆身着丝罗轻纱，体态轻盈。只见一个身着玫瑰色绸缎的少女说道“姐姐，你今天的装扮真好看。”声线甜美清脆，面目清秀可人，娇小惹人怜爱。腰带佩着一个玉环，一身素白的女子，冷艳地浅笑，气定神闲，目下无尘。“难得姐妹们今儿个有游湖的兴致，其能辜负这西湖美景，自是得好好梳妆一番。”面容华贵，眼如水杏，秀外慧中，白皙的脖子上挂着一串雍容夺目的珍珠链子，身披一套石青裙摆的丽人笑道。“可不是吗”看着周遭入神的黄衣姑娘搭腔，一脸不拘小节，开朗大方，zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-91374625098507614582007-01-01T22:46:00.000+08:002007-01-02T00:48:46.540+08:00《前缘》如果真的有所谓的前世今生，那么，我们前世曾经是什么？在那古老的江南秦淮，也许也曾有过同样的故事。那画船上抚琴的女子也在断肠吗？ 还是说，今夜的我，就是那个女子。就是几千年来弹着古琴等待着的那一颗悲伤的心。就是在莺花烂漫时蹉跎着，落着泪，等待着失散的姐妹们、等待着下辈子能遇上今生无缘却深爱的人的，那同一个人。因此，如果今生再相逢，也许会觉得有些前缘未尽，却又如此恍惚，无法仔细地去分辨，无法一一地点说出。姐妹们重逢了。而你呢？又或许，你从来就不在乎。zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-1166111464949790792006-12-14T22:28:00.000+08:002006-12-19T16:37:23.488+08:00很想写一封信 寄给过去那年窗外的夏天 下着 秋天的雨残留着寂寞的味道 是你 执意的漂茫带不走的 透明心凉昨天哭湿的心情晾干之后今天变得些许残黄斑黄的痕迹是为了纪念昨天的伤痛直到思念过世zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-1164643551659339022006-11-27T23:44:00.000+08:002006-11-28T21:27:00.296+08:00她站在阴暗的角落，双眼凝视着镜子里的那个人。就这么凝视着。。晶莹的泪珠滑落她的脸颊。她掩面哭了起来，好想拥那个人入怀。可是，从黑暗中，她看进那人的双眼里，那里比南极更冰冷，比沙漠更荒凉。于是，在自己的怀里颤抖了一夜。zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-1163680810765230532006-11-16T20:37:00.000+08:002006-11-16T20:40:10.783+08:00http://www.paulgoldinresearch.com/cg/My Complete Personal Profile:You are a very sensitive person and you try hard (perhaps a little too hard) to make favourable impressions and to be recognised by your peers. But you have that inherent need to feel appreciated and admired and you are easily hurt if all of your endeavours go by unappreciated or not acknowledged. Stop trying so hard.You are zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-1162905170510383432006-11-07T17:45:00.000+08:002006-11-07T21:12:50.563+08:00有才华又带有书卷气的男生真的好迷人原来，我是这么容易被小提琴和钢琴收买的。算了，期待，也是一种伤害。我才没有那种令人羡慕的运气。。zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-1161879227304668552006-10-26T19:24:00.002+08:002006-10-28T19:50:28.790+08:00我的泪 还在湖畔 蒸发憔悴 东篱冷烟寒雨泣下你的萧声 从此 化成惆怅谁在落花中 终日凝眸 断肠花落 满地伤 如何耐得 永夜明月 空床衣上 诗字间 酒痕肆放点点 行行总是无限 凄凉残花 落叶 从此把我埋葬埋葬在湖畔 你的倒影身旁某年某日你无意再次路过满地落花都是我的 悲伤zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-1159037109405956292006-09-24T00:23:00.000+08:002006-09-24T02:45:09.480+08:00玫瑰的刺究竟有什么用？用来防御猛兽吗？还是这世上任何过分美丽的东西，都要拒人千里呢？假如你已经找到你的玫瑰，你就会像夜鶯一样，为了她的绝色，而让自己流尽了血，死在她的身旁，在她的鲜红影子里面，沉沉睡去。午夜的冷空气里仿佛还回响着刚才你声嘶力竭的歌声。她却只陶醉在自己的美，什么也听不见。zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-1156959281534148292006-08-31T00:55:00.000+08:002006-08-31T01:39:55.383+08:00好久好久没有这种清幽的心情了。。竟然没有睡意，一页一页地欣赏着席慕容的诗。。好美、好动人的诗。。心上的重担卸落一地。。生命原来就是要不断地受伤和不断地复原。。世界仍然是一个温柔的诗人。。时间这样宁静、空气这样清新。。生活原来可以这么的安宁和。。。美丽。当你沉默地离去说过的 或没说过的话都已忘记我将我的哭泣也夹在我们那时的那朵玫瑰里也许会在多年后的一个黄昏里从偶然翻开的一页页的日记中落下没有芳香 再无声息窗外那时 也许会正落着细细的细细的雨zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-1156213819184158812006-08-22T10:21:00.000+08:002006-08-22T10:30:19.196+08:00i am very caught up with the elections for Student Union for the past week( and this week as well). So didnt really have much time or the mood to blog.. =( in any case it's gonna be over soon. whether i'm gonna get elected(it's IMPT that i get elected of course!!), i'm quite glad that i went thru all the sucky process of the election champaigning and rallying itself..learnt many things..learnt zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-1155285725536137622006-08-11T14:49:00.000+08:002006-08-11T17:50:36.923+08:00A 4-year-old toddler that my mom always saw at the playground in front of my block died just now.. when I woke up today, the doctors were still trying to save him.. what I heard from my mom was that he fell into a pool in a condo while trying to find his dad(who just returned from overseas) in an attempt to show him a piece of drawing he had drew in nursery that day. This happened 4 days ago. Yeszhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-1155134179654409142006-08-09T22:35:00.000+08:002006-08-09T22:36:19.686+08:00我真是一个舍不得忘记的人。。。突然间领悟到我的每首诗、每幅画、每张相片并不是在经营艺术。我好像怕那些东西消失了，我要写下的、画下、拍下的其实是时间。。不知道从什么时候开始，我已经不再写流水账私的日记了，换成了秘密的模糊的文字，在一页页的稿纸上写着谁都不知道的语句。也许太想触碰到一些永恒的东西，又知道这不切实际。。我不顾一切地封闭自己。逃避已经变成一种本能的反应。因为我害怕，害怕背后的诚意在时间里消磨，逃不出时间。于是自己给自己的枷锁锁了好久。。久到忘了钥匙放在哪儿了。于是。。自己老是这样孤独又这样拥挤。。zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-1155125434411910182006-08-09T20:04:00.000+08:002006-08-09T20:22:07.283+08:00okie it seems that lots of silly incidents are happening around me( unfortuately INVOLVING me as well-_-).1) I took 1.5 hr travelling all the way down to NTU to realize that no one's in class today. rocks. okie. the pt is there seemed to be omens telling me NOT to go school today. but well, i was ignorant. first and foremost, i missed 174 right before me and waited a blardie 30 mins for it ( zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-1154795857797993012006-08-05T23:35:00.000+08:002006-08-06T00:37:39.166+08:00This is my lao shi TIGER...(-__________-)Tiger's spastic sarcasm:1)yuzhe missed out certain part of the mass chat..so couldnt get a lame joke( as usual) that tiger cracked.zhe:huh? i dont get the jokemoo en: please scroll up and read zhezhe: i cant scroll up when you guys are talking!tiger: yuzhe......forget it lah.....IQ is inborn one...zhe: ...2)yuzhe doenst know this peson called tsse hee fromzhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-1154526718451447972006-08-02T21:36:00.000+08:002006-08-02T23:11:38.236+08:00People who should dieThere are some people whom I strongly feel should die. Not really die per se, but well...just dying as a symbol of my irritation towards them. It'll be funner to organise them into different levels of death. Get back to me on this okay? As in like whether or not some of them deserve to live or something.1. Die a horrible death- Claire(the scheming one who planted explosives zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-1154241784242647812006-07-30T12:13:00.000+08:002006-07-30T19:06:19.526+08:00back from UOC camp sounding like a TOAD.urgh.but not without enjoying myself.=) how i wish i'm still a freshieeeeeeeeeeeeee...I have run out of adjectives and/or opening lines to describe how absolutely great an event was.Before the camp, everyone was really worried. Central issue being what if the freshies, being too snug in their comfort zones, refused to budge, refused to attend with an open zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-1152714088223501202006-07-12T21:54:00.000+08:002006-07-12T23:33:40.433+08:00"you walk like an European woman"克拉玛头涟漪轩的古典气息、满地的星光和喷泉加上土耳其酒吧那阿拉伯一千零一夜式的门窗和灯饰使这句话显得格外诗意。所以，我最没有防备。European woman 好有味道的说法，很浪漫，很法国。我忍不住微笑。“Where are you from?”“i'm a local.you?”“Greece”希腊。好美丽的国家。爱琴海的子民，西方文化的摇篮。爱琴海。。多迷人的名字。。它蓝得像天使的眸子，它承载着恋人的泪水和满腹的故事荡漾千年。。那么。。那么那些喝着花蜜的众神, 在宙斯的领导下，在神秘又美丽的神殿里过着糜烂的生活。。是那么地有人性。。不。。比人还冷漠，却又热情如火。。“it's so wonderful to be a greek”“i'm aware of that. thank you”“it's a great zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-1151808171584688482006-07-02T10:40:00.000+08:002006-07-02T10:42:51.586+08:00奶奶去世了一个人走了之后，就会越走越远了。。。zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-1151378214030519422006-06-27T10:30:00.000+08:002006-07-02T10:39:56.096+08:00我回来了。姐妹们，我想你们。茜雅，我好想你。这一趟行程，好漫长，好匆忙。几乎要把我那被迫放弃的时光在2个星期内补回来。一段被牺牲掉的时光。我知道，我已经不属于那儿了，尽管我努力尝试。可是，我也从来不属于这儿不是吗？这一点，茜雅，kan，琪，你们了解对吗？茜雅，我们以前说过吧，说也许就是这个共同点把我们微妙地联系着。就像一块夹心饼干，那心不属于任何地方，可是却是最甜、最有特色的。所以，在幸运与不幸之间，我宁愿选择前者。至少我珍惜亲情，原来有亲戚在身边的感觉这么幸福。两个星期，我这么觉得我走了好久，久到觉得这儿反而有点陌生了。zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-1149528472690688842006-06-06T01:02:00.000+08:002006-06-06T01:27:52.776+08:00I PASSED MY STATS. can you BELIEVE it?!I'm tremendously satisfied despite the unglam D considering how MUCH ( or little) effort i put in. To sum up, i cramped the supposedly MOST challenging subject's 4 mth worth of work into 2 days...that's 48 hrs inclusive of sleeping and eating...without those that makes an estimate of say 26 hrs. (note: these 26 hrs includes ALL case studies and projects on zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-1148697283477781402006-05-27T10:30:00.000+08:002006-05-27T10:34:43.486+08:00EVENTUALLY...?Until one morning i'll wake and find i'm thinking about something else, and then i'll know the worst is over. My heart might be bruised, but it will recover, and become capable of seeing the beauty of life once more. It's happened before, it will happen again, i'm sure. When someone leaves, it's because someone else is about to arrive.--- Paulo Coelho, "The Zahir"zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-1148099146569566502006-05-20T12:18:00.000+08:002006-05-20T12:25:46.580+08:00i'm so sick. i just wana vanish and erase my existence.zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-1147588805544471712006-05-14T14:36:00.000+08:002006-05-14T14:40:05.556+08:00Nouveau son - It was shirazFirst of May I met him In the town of Shiraz Violins played away Dancing through the night In my ears he whispered Poems of colored passion All the rubies in the world I would trade them for his poems How I was mesmerized by his charm Oceans so blue like his chentle eyes I was in cloud nine and in heaven But I would leave him standing by himself Midnight bells of Shirazzhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-1147285631968520792006-05-11T00:30:00.000+08:002006-05-11T02:27:12.066+08:00flipping back 《伤心咖啡店之歌》, i'm now amazed at how apt the author is at merging all kinds of philosophies. With that, i shall say most earnestly--that 《伤心咖啡店之歌》is,essentially, Greek. I've advanced(with pride), from merely being marvelled by my virgin touch with philo (how innocent)to an amatuer able to spot certain prominent schs of philo. Pre-Socrates, Socrates(and Narcissus), Neoplatonism and even zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-1146844620524149802006-05-05T23:54:00.000+08:002006-05-06T00:01:35.900+08:00掌柜的，我知道你是免费的，所以谢谢你的龙井，好香的龙井。顺便请你弹一下吉他，用你的C cord唱一下新谣。让你回顾过去，让我们陶醉今宵。你们失望地闯进这个C cord民歌餐厅。也许是被5个自我陶醉的呆子吸引，慢慢地围过来，形成一个一点也不perfect的圆圈，随着轻轻的吉他声，也跟着哼起来。 你们让我惊觉，原来新谣不是掌柜年代的专利。我听到一个仪式的失望正在被另外一个仪式温柔地安慰着。如果说有一种莫名的心情联系着我们，应该是那份无法储存的感动吧。深陷其中，我趁着某个不熟悉的旋律抽身离开。看着你们的样子，忍不住觉得很可爱、很幸福。一个掌柜，4个过来人，10几个可爱的老百姓，唱着同一首歌。zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-1146676295692966002006-05-04T00:35:00.000+08:002006-05-04T01:13:55.446+08:00把房间收拾干净的感觉真好。夜阑人静，晚风徐徐。 窗外不时传来夜归人回家的幸福，然后渐渐湮没在无尽的灯火中。 偶尔片刻的宁静显得特别珍贵。是一种让人的心慢慢地沉淀，渐渐化成冰凉又带点透明的感觉。 是一种安静得令我忍不住用心去聆听这种silence的感觉你知道吗？ 就好像回到了最初最初的世界。那个已经被大家遗忘的世界。 原来城市还能有片刻的朴素，虽然稍纵即逝。这种时候最适合听Corrinne May 的歌了。如果能在这种情况下听是很幸福的。很不巧，她的歌声正在我的耳边轻绕。(:zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-1146303745486764632006-04-29T17:09:00.000+08:002006-04-29T17:42:25.546+08:00文艺复兴发生在最贫乏的时代，浪漫主义发生在最动乱的年代。长年累月的安详和和平通常是文化和思想上最呆滞、最无所作为的时代。我不是说安详不好，只是在这种已经“思想、感情、文化贫瘠”的今天，还不给予人们一点自由思考的空间是相当的钝化。环境的局限我们无从改变，只是在这种岌岌可危的现今却还企图完全抹杀自我思考的能力不是很令人害怕吗？这就是和平和安详的代价？我并不希望社会动乱，我只是不削其手段。让反对党在国会有发表意见的权利并不为过。而且是谁说投反对党一票就等于选择了unemployement and slow downed economy? 这已经成为我们的潜意识（虽然逻辑上没根据）。适当的逆向冲击对大家都有好处。水至清则无鱼、阴中带阳，阳中有阴的阴阳图画着自然定律。zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-1146227581446120022006-04-28T19:58:00.000+08:002006-04-28T20:33:01.543+08:00Grumbles from a pointless undergrad with nothing better to doso polling day is finally here. Uni is killing the "future leaders of singapore" (translate that into chinese pls) into insipid thoughtless creatures that couldnt care less abt elections. (read: exams). it struck me as i was walking round Holland V the other day that i'm essentially very fond of this nation, because it is my Home. i've zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-1145536394862033192006-04-20T20:29:00.000+08:002006-04-20T20:33:14.876+08:00North Korean VideosKim Jong-Il's VideosIn this video, three North Korean "Kindergarten genius kids" sing Kim Jong-Il a song. This is very disturbing if you notice the way their heads swing in unison."These flowers! These flowers!These are our smiling flowers!These flowers are blooming forthe good kindergarten children.HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HAThe General's Love is inside them.These are our zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-1142914000153515842006-03-21T11:59:00.000+08:002006-03-21T12:06:40.166+08:00昨天，我见到了撒旦。他躲在自己暗淡的房里，哭得好伤心，对着床上那朵渐渐转黑，呻吟的玫瑰，毫不掩饰自己的脆弱。一室放荡形骸的，野兽的气味荡然无存。我依着柱子，抽了一口烟，徐徐喷出白雾，再缓缓地享受着一圈圈妩媚的烟丝在耳际放肆地暧昧。“真没出息”。我掩饰自己嘲讽的表情，摇晃着杯中晶莹透明的红酒，微微地抬眼，走到撒旦面前，递给他。试图用最温柔的声线打动他。“园子里的玫瑰多的是，那一只不盼着得到你的宠爱？何必在乎这只半红不墨的？”。他呆呆地盯着玫瑰。一动也不动。我只好轻轻地挽着他的手臂，冲着他诱惑地笑了笑。“走吧，我陪你到院子里瞧瞧。”他蛮横地一把甩开了我，比上帝还温柔地把玫瑰捧在掌心。“咳。。咳。。”玫瑰微弱地咳嗽，颤抖着干枯的身体，落下了一片黑色的花瓣。 我想，它受不了烟味吧。我故意狠狠地再抽了一口烟。“灭掉它。”撒旦拍了拍背后唯一的恶魔翅膀，以权威的口吻命令。我冷笑了一声，zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-1142787150995074872006-03-19T23:56:00.000+08:002006-03-20T00:52:31.046+08:00《我要唱一首华初的歌》黄城夜韵。这四个字，是多少黄城人的梦？古老的VT又送走了一群深陷其中，无法自拔的黄城人。。我以为，黄粱一梦醒来，它已经远离我。。至少，可以以平静的心踏进VT，踏进Empress Place 9 号。玩具盒。死亡与天堂之间。阿公和阿芳的初会。七彩的爱情童话。闹鬼的chinese high clock tower。。的确，物换星移。。两年的空挡让所有的冲动迷失了方向。。不过，短暂的回忆还是被我用那15元的票霸道地买了回来。。即使就那么一点点。。不然。。为什么谢幕时，泪水在眼眶里打转？嘴不听使唤地唱了起来？所有的冲动，所有的感觉，就在那一首歌中如沉睡的蝴蝶破蛹而出。。但是。。这股冲动已经不一样了。。我是知道的，不是以前的深陷其中，而是单纯、单纯的感动，是以一个过来人的身份，享有着她应得的那份珍贵的回忆、那份对黄城的牵挂。。不是悲伤，而是sweet remeberance。zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-1141572904480237902006-03-05T23:03:00.000+08:002006-03-05T23:40:50.290+08:00yuzhe is here to declare a peice of devastating news to all IBM users( perhaps that's why IBM is sold to Lenovo==>china company): her beloved IBM thinkpad's hard disk CRASHED like a FUJITSU. In fact..comparing a crash proof Thinkpad with a Fujitsu is already a shame to you IBM! The following is taken from IBM website "For your convenience, we have free reserved car park* lots and free flow of zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-1141230726168596342006-03-01T23:32:00.000+08:002006-03-05T23:03:12.266+08:00太感人了。。林志炫的歌声。。什么是沉醉，什么是莫名的伤悲，他毫无保留地就那么潇潇洒洒地告诉你。。zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-1140713350424142382006-02-24T00:16:00.000+08:002006-02-24T00:49:10.516+08:00after reading your mail...xiya...i wana goooooooooooooooooo to the states to BOOST THEIR ECONOMY!--->for hols~Lets have a SIS clan hols to the states!zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-1140540507214377472006-02-21T22:57:00.000+08:002006-02-22T00:48:27.290+08:00茜雅，我们过得很好。好久没有这种感觉了，我终于觉得，活着，并不是只为了呼吸。也许是因为，我一直见到姐妹吧。总觉得，他们是我的氧气，只要和他们处于同一个空间里，一切都变得好舒服、好自在。。昨天回了一趟华初，看了看黄城。正巧tiger在前线保卫国家（虽然我并不为此感到生命更有保障。。）终于也不知为何，买下了过期的华韵29。也许，我是想买下我们在华初留下的颓垣废墟，也好为我们的历史画上一个圆满的句号。我看到了我的创作、琪的、kan的。。有点惊艳，不敢相信那时的自己。。心，有点酸酸的。。在还没会意过来时，它又有技巧地消失在心底的某一方，摸不着岸、看不见底。。我终于了解为什么舞会为自己的生命做那样的决择。。 两只飞舞的血色蝴蝶，是她最好的归属。。在这个陌生又熟悉的城市。。（不知为何。。心里又传来一阵酸楚。。） 琪。。微笑的天使鱼。。我终于记住了。。没有悲伤的人，只是选择了快乐。。zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-1136482748920480532006-01-05T23:39:00.000+08:002006-01-06T14:01:03.020+08:00生日到了。这意味着我又向死神迈进了一步。可笑的是，全世界却沉迷于对死亡的欢呼中。可笑？其实也没什么。生死的界限模糊得像每天不断与我擦身而过却几乎身处于不同空间的人。死并不是生的相反，而是其中的一部分。忘了在哪读过。好像是村上春树吧。老套的说法，不过我们都在把这种叫做死亡的东西，向空气般吸入肺里存活着。好哲理性的话题哦。问什么我会写这段文字呢？我也不知道。突然想到就写吧。在这除了键盘上我得手、跳动的文字、头顶上4极旋转的电风扇和流动的空气之外，一切处于静态的房间里。其实生日又怎样呢?就如琪所说。。我对于手腕上那00：00 四个单调和空洞的数字没有任何特殊的情感。 我实在察觉不到1月6日的00：00和1月5日00：00的不同。难倒我在这一瞬间成熟了吗？很遗憾的。没有。真正有变化的可能只有长了0.00001mm 的头发和下个星期要完成的任务，哦~还有突如其来21岁学要承担的法律责任。zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-1135003427508865382005-12-19T22:09:00.000+08:002005-12-19T22:43:47.566+08:00i think my muscles will completely atrophy by the end of the holidays. i am turning into a spineless slug with the braincell count of a single-celled organism. the sofa is my habitat! just place a handphone, a remote control, a bunch of VCDs, a few bags of lays bbq chips, within an arms reach and i will THRIVE.well lets see, yesterday i spent the entire day alternating between a) sleeping AND b) zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-1134486159145433422005-12-13T22:58:00.000+08:002005-12-13T23:03:01.580+08:00i am traumatised for LIFE. i was sitting down on the living room floor, doing my work on the coffee table while watching GOTCHA when i felt something tickling my leg. thought it was my kid bro and so i peeked under. to my utmost horror, it was the biggest(no 2nd biggest on second thoughts)cockroach i've ever seen in my 20 years! i screamed feebly (courtesy of sore throat) and scrambled away. but zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-1132374161948869192005-11-19T12:13:00.000+08:002005-11-19T12:22:41.956+08:00imagine a gulag in the depths of inner mongolia or something of that sort. zoom in on the faces of emaciated people toiling away, shivering in the sub-zero temperatures. then pan out, and there's yuzhe warm and toasty in an eskimo suit beaming happily from outside of the barbed wire fence, taking a happy touristy shot, waving cheerfully at the POWs and then traipsing off into the sunset.that zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-1131779331778798362005-11-12T15:07:00.000+08:002005-11-12T15:10:24.910+08:00Your Personality IsRational (NT)You are both logical and creative. You are full of ideas.You are so rational that you analyze everything. This drives people a little crazy!Intelligence is important to you. You always like to be around smart people.In fact, you're often a little short with people who don't impress you mentally.You seem distant to some - but it's usually because you're deep in zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-1130990549089279642005-11-03T10:57:00.000+08:002005-11-03T12:07:31.850+08:00时光是那么地神秘，像风一样，看不见，抓不住。你无从感觉他的存在。只有在风起时，散落在四处的文稿才让我愕然发现---那是散落一地的生命碎片。。我心痛地拾起它们，细细地重新回过头来审视这些遗失的自己，恍如面对生命里无法言传去又复返的召唤。那是要用直觉去感知的一种存在，是很难形容的一种疼痛中又微带甘甜的战栗。那种疼痛在有意无意之间化为低落在稿上的透明液体。而在这一切之间，我终于又重新碰触到那几乎已隐而不见，藏在极深极深的海底、却又从来不曾离开的心。我用泪水把它们细细地包裹，纵身一跃，向极深极深的海底游去，去找那个美丽的匣子。让它们在匣子的怀中日渐化作一颗晶莹剔透。。zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-1130911315731181862005-11-02T12:47:00.000+08:002005-11-03T12:18:31.923+08:00我发现我欠好多我珍惜的人--生日债。。安琪。维彪。瑞宁。还有KAN（这要看他还是否健在）没办法。。 考试后再说吧。。我就找一天拉他们（不需要拉维彪~：D因为会在那里找倒他)去草根。。木船。。zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-1130161810825676952005-10-24T21:43:00.000+08:002005-10-24T21:50:10.833+08:00lucifer by glen duncan-- how it's like to be The Devil, Lucifer himself.it's interesting, laced with dark thoughts, something to feed the darkness i feel. it almost borders on blasphemous, me thinks, but it's insightful. "Temptation's less about wearing someone down with repitition than it is about finding the right phrase and dropping it at the right time." how amazingly true- i couldn't have zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-1129803917719444482005-10-20T15:41:00.000+08:002005-10-20T18:25:17.786+08:00because of the exams i'm going through one of these gawd-i-wish-i-were-on-vacation-moments argh.i want to go to MoMA [the Museum of Modern Art], screw the MET. this place has the most fantastic collection of modern art! you know all the paintings that you've ever been learning bout in art classes? they've got 'em all. i could literally put my nose up against every pointalism painting they had. zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-1129792917081684462005-10-20T15:05:00.000+08:002005-10-20T15:21:57.903+08:00Upon second watching( from unspeakable sources), I have decided that the familifying of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory wasn't as sacrilegious as I had previously thought, and I enjoyed it immensely after that. (ok..so wat am i doing admist the preparations for exam? oh the pt is, did i ever embark on that sacred mission anyway?)watched it with my little bro. seeing it with him, as nice as it zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-1129787262680093882005-10-20T13:44:00.000+08:002005-10-20T13:51:26.563+08:00someone just sent this to me, it's kinda cool so have a readI am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.I am the man zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-1127668530265241842005-09-26T00:14:00.000+08:002005-09-26T01:17:55.880+08:00i'm feeling the pain. Why are you doing this to yourself? i sense you are suffering, i see you are sufferring, you tell me you are suffering.. and there's nothing i can do here. " talk to me to 8 45. i wan to talk"..do you know how this sentence aches my heart? i hate this blardie helpless feeling. i wana cry. serious. it isnt good seeing the special person tt you treasure so much torturing zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-1126453206723587902005-09-11T23:40:00.000+08:002005-09-11T23:40:06.730+08:00me cai yirui and jinghan~ zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-1126453142073473942005-09-11T23:39:00.000+08:002005-09-11T23:39:02.080+08:00me and cai again...y? coz she's damn amazed by my British Airways~~ -__________-lll.. zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-1126453058330276632005-09-11T23:37:00.000+08:002005-09-11T23:37:38.336+08:00me and cai~ she's in hall 13 wor~ serious i think my class has tonnes of chiobus(pls refer to class photo)~ haha... if any of yall interested tell me~hahah! =D..anyway...the background is nice hor! zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-1126452837161065772005-09-11T23:33:00.000+08:002005-09-11T23:33:57.166+08:00ppl~ cover your ears! ZHIHUI's HERE! haha this gal is loud and cheeky as ever.. zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-1126452727578227082005-09-11T23:32:00.000+08:002005-09-11T23:32:07.583+08:00anyway...this is the REAL difference in height~~..SORRY XIAO P!! my bao bao!! haha~ bi bao rox~ zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-1126452637568095792005-09-11T23:30:00.000+08:002005-09-11T23:30:37.573+08:00stary stary night~~ the MAF committee did a good job for the lightings~i love this photo! zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796627.post-1126452510233109342005-09-11T23:28:00.000+08:002005-09-11T23:28:30.236+08:00the pretty pretty lanterns at the central plaza! zhehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15472004150731930596noreply@blogger.com