Thursday, 12 August 2010

You Had Defined Lonely For Me

我不是个好的孩子,我更不会是个好的亲人。

二舅很寂寞的离开了。在医院,我看见了寂寞。 我想着他离开的前一刻,什么样的景色眏入眼帘,他看见了什么? 他应该看见了孤单,痛苦与寂寞。 没有任何人懂他一个人承受的痛楚,他寂寞的闭上眼。没有妻女,子嫡在身边,没有兄弟姐妹陪伴,他是我对寂寞的解读。

我和二舅并没有感情可言,印象中都是大人们对他的抱怨。我对他怀念仅仅是停留在当年在我略懂事的时候抱着我拍了一张照片而已。我对他一直很习惯的忽略,一直忽略。。。有时甚至忘了我身边真的有个可以叫二舅的人。

有时候一些人的存在,我们都习以为常的认为那是理所当然的,而忽略了他们。当他们寂寞的离开后,我们却被千丝万缕的情绪抽痛着我们那仅有的回忆。

我无法谅解,大人们在他离开后的作出的某行为。大家在各自的生活圈子里,各自好好的扮演自己的角色,没有人是对的,没有人是绝对错的。有的人能有大条理由,有的人只能默默地活着。一家人,本是同一个阶梯,到后来却要大家臣服于你的威严。只有我做不到。

长大了,跟身边的人都疏远了,斟酌我们的一言一语。说太少会被误会,说太多会被讨厌,那到底最亲的你是否让我觉得最不熟悉? 坦白带来宽容却伤害,伤害让我们不再坦白;隐瞒的初衷是不想伤害,到最后却最伤害。

我告诉自己很抱歉,让自己被看贬了。无法规循已安排的道路,破坏了国王游戏,只是我要建立自己的国土。我还在半途,持续打击看贬让我走的更踏实,即使跌倒了,我会骄傲。我知道我不做坏事,就是对的事。

有天,我会听见我的努力被赞扬。

Saturday, 31 July 2010

I Would Love Wandering With You

流浪。

总有一天,我会拎起自己的背包去流浪。世界很大,渺小的我要用我的脚印在一个不属于自己的陌生地带。哪怕是一个渺小得地图无法记载的小地方,哪怕世界地图会是我相册的目录。我就是任性要流浪。

这个梦想。我认为我可以做到。

其实,我们在呼吸的每个片刻不也真真实实地在地球实践着生命的流浪。没有人知道终点,我们连提示都没有的在生命里流浪。挥撒着不安与焦虑,同时紧握希望与期盼。没有人知道前方的路会都康庄或蜿蜒,我穿着帆布鞋用生命来感受呼吸的快感。在陌生的国土,奔跑。

风,会把我的带到更多我意想不到的国度。它抚过我的发丝,带回我对家乡的思念。它轻抚我的脸庞,告诉我下一个停留的国度。我的人生,能错过多少事情?能后悔几次?我能做的只是拼命的跑,一直跑,逆着风也要很疯狂的跑,不在乎被吹乱的头发,追着自己想要看见的风景。幻想着我与梦想接触的瞬间,那微妙的联系让我的生命鼓胀得灿烂炸开。为自己盛开。

我要到一个大家都长得跟我不太一样的地方,学习他们简单的对话单词。吃着自己没有吃过的食物,好不好吃?不重要。不管我的绘画是好是烂的,我坚持给自己在停留的时间里画一幅画,带回或留下。 我带着有点复古的相机,透过小小的框框,我看见更辽阔的世界。不在意写实与否。任何我认为精彩的我都要看见,记得然后老时,用我限有的记忆力不断,不断,不断地回忆。

每一个不同的城市,我会寄三张明信片。第一张,给家人,给与分享,给与安心。第二张,给自己,给与回忆,给与生命。 第三张,给与朋友,给与参与,给与感触。


Tuesday, 27 July 2010

最后一个学期!


It is so jam and I'm gonna die!!!!

I seriously hate the traffic jam, and caused me late for the first day of the semester.


Sunday, 25 July 2010

Poor Sharks

饮胜文化。

昨天去了一个不认识任何人的婚宴,除了身边的妈妈。入座如常的乱,上菜如常的迟,场面如常的冷。想起小时候,老师都很爱出作文。以婚宴为题的文章,免不了都是那三点,外加大家的吃相。总之,猛劁那些华人的陋习,然后以自己族群的短处,让教师给你高高的分数。

其实我并不爱去筹热闹,会有一种不自在,很烦躁地想要脱离那个场地。脱离不了,只好默默地不断信息身边的朋友贪图一些抽离的快感。人啊,越是身处热闹的场地,越显现出寂寞的个体,却不愿意融入。

台上的人快乐歌唱,新人快乐的结婚,来宾快乐的解馋。下次饮胜时记得大大声,长长气的给人家祝福。

对了,我在吃鱼翅汤羹时,想起了那些可爱的鲨鱼们。本来说想要拒吃那碗小小的鱼翅汤羹,后来再想深一层,那些可怜的鲨鱼们都壮烈牺牲了,如果不吃的话就会让可怜的它们白白的壮烈牺牲,死了都没有价值。拒吃并不会帮助到那些已被割下鱼翅的可爱鲨鱼们,所以我们最基本开始从菜单里把鱼翅汤羹删除吧!
人们啊,能不能别鲨鱼翅出现在婚宴里?心酸啊~

Saturday, 19 June 2010

Net hopping at 3a.m. seems like already a habit that root deep inside me.

Life been treating me well, tho it added in some spices along with this few months like my eyes, my great flu and my ankle. They all come lining up to visit me from April till yesterday but I think I had been too sunshine about my life. I just see those troubles as a little dust that I just have to wipe off and that's all.

Life best staying simple like this. I don't mind running alone, as long as the wind in treating me right, the sun is shining me warm and the scenes around me is cheering for me.

I think I'm Cooler than ever...



Save me from assignment, Save Mother-Nature.
Where's the love as cards promised me?

Monday, 7 June 2010

Nalulumbay

I'm depressed.

Who give a damn to the phone calls? I just don't feel like picking up, my things are shattered like a puzzle, and worst part is I have two of them mixed up together. Who cares?

I'm depressed.

Who give a damn to the listeners? The talker is talking to the dumb water, idiot tree holes, lousy caves, as the recanting make every syllabus of the words fight back. Who cares?

I'm depressed.

Who give a damn to the truth? As we are blindfolded, we walk on a folk. Three way up, another three way down. Up on sharp, you died a hole; down on slope, you died a silent note. Who cares?

I'm depressed.

Who give a damn to the lie? When the snowballs rolls, we are meant to be dead. One down, because another arise, yet to be drowned down to hell. Who would, if we deja-vu. Who would, if we are not educated that lie save life. Who cares?

I'm depressed.

Who give a damn to the love? When lust the ultimate form of love, it comes before love. Half of heart, half of hurt, we are player, we are saint. It is just a imaginary world. Gossip, cruel-some, betrayal, cheating is all part of the game. Who cares?

I'm depressed.

Who give a damn to the mood? When the music flows through your heart, it leaves mark. Either burn or bliss. I never get to say enough, to be said to you, the music hunted me down on the way chasing pavements. Who cares?

I'm depressed.

Who give a damn to the me? As I is a singular, indication for the loner, presenting one and only one. Great friends are complimentary, true heart to be dig out as bone and meant to be eat by the dogs. Who cares?

Saturday, 1 May 2010

娘亲

It is always easier to say I love you to someone else than your family.
It is always easier to say I love you when you don't meant it at all.

I have been trying to say I love you to this women that technically created me with a man. I at least try it once a year, but so far I have not succeeded once. I'm still striving it.

Knowing that I have difficulty deliver it verbally, I'm still showing my gratitude in action.
Well, it involves my currency all the time.

It is her birthday, I couldn't do much. Buying her a dinner at cozy place is what I can afford in current. I bet she is happy. =)

I have not much to offer, but sometimes I will throw my temper and my unique attitude which I endowed from her to my dearest mum. Right? She is my creator.

Not much to say but I love you, still in action or in some place that she could never read it.

P/s : my mum have the same problems as me XD

Saturday, 24 April 2010

都叫你不要kap我冲凉!

I have Big Small Eyes.. GREAT!

According to the professional doctor, he said that my very beautiful eye's lashed having problem to grow out, and stayed inside caused me infected by bacteria... Wonderful =)

I kanasai punya bo balance with it!
o.O

Tuesday, 20 April 2010

Options

有时候,人生并不迷茫。迷茫的是我们在无法预测未来,猜疑自己脚下的每一步是否踏得正确,扎实。

看了塔罗牌,几38的一个大男人去看所谓的未来。其实不太明白,虽然说不是样样都说对了,可是有的事情真的就连细节也说得很清楚。后来才明白,被看穿其实并不是我喜欢的感觉。

就像显微镜在你身上发现了无数的细菌。无地自容,却又是事实。

矛盾的认为,不计划太多反而是否能够勇敢的踏出每一天。现在被那些话左右着自己,好的左顾右盼的期待它来,不好的却在计算它的到来然后提心吊胆的尽量想避开。整个活得好窝囊。

说回来,不好的听过也没有太计较,虽然有点在意,好的却听得很爽!听说六月爱情来了,可是我自己是否真的那么期盼爱情呢?事业学业都被说得很好,是很值得开心的事,可是我却得离开槟城到国外去,最好还是一去不回头的那种。 选择,选择,选择,到最后怎样还是回到自己的手中,不是吗?每一天都有自己在打算,日子怎么过,决定的权利还是在手里。

不管怎样,让我有勇气做出让自己肯承担的选择。


Saturday, 10 April 2010

I Carry A Key, I Run With Only Them With Me

恼人的报告, 以完美的开头,烂尾的结束了。
21岁了,没什么愿望并且感谢上天没有实现我说的鸟话, 庇佑!
没有太大的期盼能够很好的庆祝,反正也不太肯定自己能不能早点交死人报告。

几个星期没有好好的睡, 睡前想着明天的该做的,再为今天没做到的懊恼, 然后睡着。
睡醒了,第一个念头 - 幹!又要赶了。 等到我开了电脑,Facebook 很多下,msn 一下,看blog一下,找书一下,加起来就很多很多下了。 等到我的mood差不多来了的时候,肚子也刚好饿了,所以只好出去吃东西多几下。吃饱回来,所有的事情再循环一轮,所以有时候一天能500字已经很厉害了。

反正交了就算了,等成绩差不多飞回来的时候才来煎熬一轮。

交待一点点生日礼物来“好脸”一下。
只能说很多Facebook的Happy Birthday咯,害我前一天还担心会不会空空没有人管我,结果爽到我~ 几乎每十分钟就有3个祝福,爽到爆炸 ^^

那个半夜拖我上车的美女,硬硬的压我的头在杯子上的人。

很大力的打了Enson的头,因为他咬我当生日礼物。打他是因为本能反应,也因为是本能反应所以十分客气大大力的打!

很爽也是很惨的,在懊恼说生日没有蛋糕也算了,在21岁生日没有蛋糕,不觉得很烂的啊?所以咯,Cherry, Looi, Enson, Torty, Cindy, Andy躲在车后面的时候,我真的没有看到,可是嘴巴就是说看到了,然后滴了两滴被吓出来的冷汗。蛋糕小粒到丢脸。。。

Laze 在我窗口画的,Happy Birthday 还有send去我电话的Happy Birthday! old man 也是几艺术下。

还有两条陪我喝很多酒的粉肠。

谢谢一堆人送的电笔包包,至少省得被某人嫌丑。

有一种朋友是可以开口说你要什么的,有一种朋友是可以跟你讨礼物,而你会很爽的付钱。 有一种朋友在选礼物给你的时候因为选不到而打电话给你轮你粗口的,你会笑。因为你的朋友很真的对你,不在乎那种过分华丽的惊喜。

我有的是那些会偷听我说话的朋友然后光明正大的买礼物给我的朋友。

生命中,有几个人能真正的陪伴你的快乐喜悦? 那是否除于二或更多,过后说剩下来的是能陪伴你分享郁闷悲伤低潮的呢?

谢谢哥。陪伴成长的哥哥。

感谢那些信息,msn , facebook 的有心人。

二十一年没有白活。

Wednesday, 7 April 2010

Kidult

第21个
生日快乐

Monday, 22 March 2010

Checkmate Your Love

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, 15 March 2010

七十一先生

My name is Seventy One. 71.
You may call me Mr.71.

71
is me

I'm 71.

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
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.

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


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

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!!

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

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?