Thursday, March 31, 2011
虛
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Strawberry Fields Forever
為了一個數字。
但這數字是我最後一個仍能感到點點點點點點點點自豪的證據。
我很不願意親手把它毀滅。
是的,我已經將自我價值與這個虛幻的數字緊扣在一起了。
過往我最鄙視別人作的,今日我完全套用到自己身上了。
但若果連這也沒有了的話,我已不知道自己可以再怎樣了。
謝謝你們告訴我讀文學不應該太市儈地計較數字。
那計算我的GPA時也能夠不把中文科計算在內嗎?
我承認自己有責任,但無改這些仍是狗屁廢話的事實。
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想起那時每次坐X1都會經過的一塊塊無邊際的田。
夏天會長出一大片的黃黃的油菜花田。
所以是真的,任何本來平平無奇的東西,逝去之後也能鋪上一層薄薄的哀愁。
不知怎的,就會變得漂亮和令人懷念。
人如是,景如是。
這就叫point of no return?
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
This is entirely fictional. (1)
Thursday, March 17, 2011
願
Such beautiful lyrics.
最美一幕
還未閉幕
最闊的路在塵世遠方
最好知己永在身旁
聽我講
我從不說謊
我想相聚
誰便再聚
我想歡樂便隨意去追
我想相信我做得對
想到人極疲累
我自信
有日如願
縱使天高地厚
仍被我逆轉
假使
一生會沒了沒完
總有日會如願
當結局未揭穿
Saturday, March 12, 2011
癲狗亂吠
Thursday, March 10, 2011
How can you mend a broken heart? (Reprise)
Every night before I sleep I just hope it's just a bad, bad nightmare.
Just I always get disappointed the next morning.
The past few years have been a real mess.
While people are finding ways to prove their existence, I wish there's a way to do it the other way round.
As we are yet to have a real one, I took a ride on my own time machine - to read my old blogs.
March is always a special month for me, as in all the previous March, they were filled with unexpected events, both good and bad.
It was March 2008, I was eagerly anticipating a reply from the L school.
I was excited, and at the same time, nervous.
Early in the month, I took an entrance exam, which was considered as a breakthrough already for a foundation course student.
I didn't give a shit at all. All I needed to know was the result.
My IELTS result also came out that month, and it looked alright. I thought perhaps there could be a miracle coming?
Days after days, I just couldn't focus on doing anything.
My heart skipped a beat every time a new email came.
But no. None of them was from the school.
I kept waiting, until the very last day of the month.
And I got rejected.
How nice it was.
Then a pitiful prospectus got torn into pieces.
It was March 2009, I had an telephone interview from the C school. I did well and they gave me an offer. An offer with the condition that's totally unachievable. And I screwed it up. It was the closest distance between the the C school and me.
It was March 2010, I was (mis)diagnosed and treated as a mentally ill person. Ha ha.
These are just a little part of my March stories.
So many people are getting interviews or even offers now. Does it irritate me? No. Not at all.
Life just seems to be lighter when you're not hoping for anything good.
And I am just waiting for crappy things to happen in the next couple of weeks, with some excitement.