女孩,十多岁,爱情是雪白的白纸。
男孩,十几岁,爱情是毫无目的的射标。
相爱了,定下了纯洁但是没有结尾的誓言。
爱情不过如此,没了还能再来。
二十出头,彼此手里握着checklist, 一副监考官的模样。
彼此在钩钩叉叉的,少一项都不可以。
爱情不过是wish list 里不可缺一的条件。
请你钩上眼泪。
三十出头,手里握着对方递给的checklist, 忙着的填调查问卷。
彼此看看哪几项是符合的, 背景薪水给填个满意的答案。
爱情不过不要太挑剔,还是会发生的。
不过请你填好你的性能力。
四十出头,checklist依然递给对方。
填上基本的个人资料, interview几句话,吃几餐饭。
爱情不过是在了解中发生。
不过了解中,钱包请你填得体面点。
五十出头,爱情没死的话,倘若你还是健康的话。
你爱我吗?不再是最后阶段的恋爱。
健康还好吗?
爱情能否建立在没能把床弹得吱吱响的体力上?
六十出头,你还有能力期待爱?
身边没死的人,就是个伴。
倘若我能好好的记住你的名,对上几句令我愉快的话。
爱情好像也带不入棺材。
七十出头,幸运的你在回味你的爱情。
你失去理解别人的能力。
七十出头,不太好运的你,临终前有爱情的遗憾吗?
爱情,不过就死在你没有好好的猎杀到他人的爱情。
爱情还是那么喜欢突然其来checkmate.
-end game-
Monday, 22 March 2010
Monday, 15 March 2010
Thursday, 11 March 2010
一个十五的过去
Cause when you're fifteen
and somebody tells you they love you
you're gonna believe them
and when you're fifteen
feeling like there nothing to figure out
and somebody tells you they love you
you're gonna believe them
and when you're fifteen
feeling like there nothing to figure out
Fifteen - Taylor Swift
If I can swim better like a sperm, I would drown in the time capsule like a ovary back into my fifteen. A fifteen that is only happen once in my life.
Fifteen is the age I started my first date, which I literally screw everything. No feelings involved at all not even sweetness but there I sacrificed my kiss. Then I broke it up, cause I'm bored playing. I don't even have feelings, unlike those kids who will so linger about their first love, which is innocent, naive and so called as pure.
One-Five Year Old, I met my mentor. I turned bad after then. Thanks him, I hate Prangin and fall for Gurney happily ever after. Thanks him, I talk like an idiot. Thanks him, I think a lot more mature, he changed my mind. Thanks him, I spent lot in my fifteen. Thanks him, my fifteen was fun.
I remember how rough I'm when I'm fifteen. I'm kinda good in martial art back then, and I won a inter-school second runner up. Proud fighter stops fighting after the victory cause the I got bored. Well, I still good in flipping tables and throwing chairs or smash a few smaller size guys on the floor. I'm so trouble.
It's a PMR year for a fifteen's teen. I enjoy messing with friends in tuition classes. I enjoy the walk before and after tuition classes. I enjoy talking so loud in tuition class and I always got my works done partially but beautifully written. I enjoy running in rainy days tho I just did it twice in my life. PMR seems happy regardless results.
Emo. Quite not my style, because I was a ugly sunshine boy I think. I don't do internet this much. I enjoy take bus going everywhere with my first handphone and MP3. I have love-bugs.
I wrote a confession blog to someone. I fall deep for someone. I felt I'm special for the first time not only to my family. A fifteen years old is missing someone every time he blinks.
If I can swim better like a sperm, I would drown in the time capsule like a ovary back into my fifteen. A fifteen that is only happen once in my life.
Fifteen is the age I started my first date, which I literally screw everything. No feelings involved at all not even sweetness but there I sacrificed my kiss. Then I broke it up, cause I'm bored playing. I don't even have feelings, unlike those kids who will so linger about their first love, which is innocent, naive and so called as pure.
One-Five Year Old, I met my mentor. I turned bad after then. Thanks him, I hate Prangin and fall for Gurney happily ever after. Thanks him, I talk like an idiot. Thanks him, I think a lot more mature, he changed my mind. Thanks him, I spent lot in my fifteen. Thanks him, my fifteen was fun.
I remember how rough I'm when I'm fifteen. I'm kinda good in martial art back then, and I won a inter-school second runner up. Proud fighter stops fighting after the victory cause the I got bored. Well, I still good in flipping tables and throwing chairs or smash a few smaller size guys on the floor. I'm so trouble.
It's a PMR year for a fifteen's teen. I enjoy messing with friends in tuition classes. I enjoy the walk before and after tuition classes. I enjoy talking so loud in tuition class and I always got my works done partially but beautifully written. I enjoy running in rainy days tho I just did it twice in my life. PMR seems happy regardless results.
Emo. Quite not my style, because I was a ugly sunshine boy I think. I don't do internet this much. I enjoy take bus going everywhere with my first handphone and MP3. I have love-bugs.
I wrote a confession blog to someone. I fall deep for someone. I felt I'm special for the first time not only to my family. A fifteen years old is missing someone every time he blinks.
A fifteen in 2004, A Twenty One in 2010.
I never expected I'll be who I'm now
when I was 15
I no longer that daring
but I'm much brave
I'm still happy
yet pursuing a life which I'm contented with
Fifteen, I got my name as Hory
21. I'm proud of Hory
when I was 15
I no longer that daring
but I'm much brave
I'm still happy
yet pursuing a life which I'm contented with
Fifteen, I got my name as Hory
21. I'm proud of Hory
Bravo. Fifteen.
Thursday, 4 March 2010
不要惹我生气
有感而发的看了一篇炮轰他人不是的文章。叫嚣得很气愤,写得恨不得把对方吞了,把毕生学会的污言秽语很贴切的形容了别人。 他的愤怒,他的悲惨,别人对他的亏欠,引来了一些路人甲乙丙丁的站台,忙着如回音的附和,尽一份所谓朋友的道义。
结尾里,狠狠的搁下了一句
经典得让我笑了一下。
把时间挪回两三年前,依稀的听过好一句相似的话,不外乎,
结尾里,狠狠的搁下了一句
我告诉你我是个怎样的人, 你得罪我一次,我不会还你两次,我会还你一辈子,给你翻不到身你最好给我明白!!
我不好惹!!
我不好惹!!
经典得让我笑了一下。
把时间挪回两三年前,依稀的听过好一句相似的话,不外乎,
别惹我生气,我疯起来连我自己也怕
不要弄我生气,我不知道我会做出什么事情
不要弄我生气,我不知道我会做出什么事情
说的时候,气势要带种,眼神要狠,拳头要握紧。说完了势必转身就走,因为身后的人必然错愕的害怕着你。
是吗?
当你发狠的时候,嚷这几句话出来,无非是要个下台阶。想说可以唬吓对方,也可以漂亮的脱身,顺便幻想你把讨厌的人吓得愣着,旁人为你的英勇鼓掌欢呼。
殊不知,你整个气势一气呵成后,马上逊掉。 我的白眼翻得快翻不会来了,怎么办?
是吗?
当你发狠的时候,嚷这几句话出来,无非是要个下台阶。想说可以唬吓对方,也可以漂亮的脱身,顺便幻想你把讨厌的人吓得愣着,旁人为你的英勇鼓掌欢呼。
殊不知,你整个气势一气呵成后,马上逊掉。 我的白眼翻得快翻不会来了,怎么办?
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