Monday, December 13, 2010

孤傲

你的孤傲,開始一連串的閃躲。
我找了很多理由給自己,以為能給的是寬容。
再明顯不過了,只是這一刻、選擇是否看清而已。

Tuesday, November 09, 2010

When I pick up the phone at 18:57

I turned the phone ring louder, wondered if you will call me after work.
I was thrilled and extremely happy while you called.
Do I like you? Or I like the feeling of being thinking of?

I got mad because of myself


I got mad because of myself.

Not you, not she, but myself.


The thing is that I always expect too much, pretending being sick, and asking for attention without understanding and respect.


Face to the bright side, keep myself under the sunshine.

Do what I should do and let it be.

It will come to me if 'it' belongs to me.

Vice versa, if it walks away, then 'it' is just for others, as destiny.


Tuesday, March 30, 2010

We said 5 times

According to Jessy, 5 times is enough for quote collection.
Quote from the joy, the guilt, the behaviour pattern of us, our status of mind and the reality.
I would like to give it a try and quit for good. What if I can't get rid of it? We will see.....

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

What kind of girl you are

Miss Y is a sweet hearty, most people like her and want to take care of her.
Miss H is a gentle lady, she always knows how to comfort sad people.
Miss A is a quiet girl, she doesnt really know what she wants and never ask for any favor. She prefers to be alone.
Miss L is a hottie with manly determination. She dances wildly and thinks cynically.
Miss J is a virgo, looks friendly and act rationally. Not much fun but tons of discipline in her life.
Miss R is rabid Scorpio, she believes in her faith and avoid all noise with other people's blood.
Miss W is a manic workaholic and a desperate love exchanger. She has too much to give but not much people feedback to her.
Miss I is a wayward Cancer, she cares and she doesnt care. Noodle, pillow plant and her curly hair bf are all she got.

The thing I want to say is girls are never satisfied with who they are and what they have currently. Other girls' attributes and characteristics seem more attractive since these 'charmy factors' hit the guy she loves.

It is a horrible tendence that girls make themselves up to cheer their man and somehow forget about who they are- in terms of forbidding or forgetting their origin personality.

Pathetically I am one of them. Sometimes I dont quite remember who I am and what I do like to do. I arrange my leisure schedule according to my bf's interest. I go shopping and glance at the kinds of dress which my bf likes. He is happy, therefore I think I am happy.

Another man appeared one day, he is exactly my type, so I started to fathom what he likes. Suddenly I realized the lack of freedom kills myself- ruined my soul and consciousness- it couldnt be right if I refuse to wake up.

It is not easy but here I am. I am extremely rational and loving being a workaholic.
I am willful, lazy and close-minded when I enjoy my own leisure time. I flirt with my type of man in the way I like. I dress in hemp and cotton with the color grey, blue, light yellow and white all the time. No more high heels, flats with bow are neat for me. And I spend more time with my own friends and family now.

Monday, March 08, 2010

Isolated

How many information do I need to update everyday?
How many people do I need to keep up with for life ?

What sort of ceremonies are necessary?
What kind of behaviors are out of consciousness?

Being isolated is lonely.
However it is simple, quiet and easier for me.

Music and a long walk are all I need.
At least, it is enough for today.

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

To be extreme

Since Ken reminded me that I am addicted to dramatic life unconsciously, more or less, I force myself to face this symptom. Being extreme, it is painful for people who live around me. However, the intention of being extreme makes me feel alive.

Paranoid, I am one of them when I devote myself into work/what I really love to do. Food, beverage, chat, breaks are needless. All I would focus is the one, the one I am interested to interact with/ involve in.

Stay in the cold, walking for hours, non stop writing until I figure out and make things clear, keep sweeping til I feel weary, repeat listing to one song til I am sick of it, thinking of one person til I realise he is not the one for me.

I got no idea why I do this to myself, exhausted.