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6/30/2008 中毒好久不更新了,
那一天, 天色忽晴忽暗, 有人在桌边, 看着我迷茫的脸问; 第二天清晨, 意识恢复, 发现自己卡在一个叫Vivian的都市女人的壳子里, 她神情倦怠, 住在伦敦, 有自己爱的工作, 没有宠物. 她想,只是想, 如何到了这里.
曾经, 也憧憬了好多可能的方向, 剧情和挣扎, 站在星光密布的Singapore Marina Bay 的海边广场上, 风把我送到黄色野菊花遍野的英格兰,故事开始了,...第一幕..., 第二幕..., 第三幕..., 最终, 我躲在这个女孩子的身体里变成一个接近理想的女人, 或者说, 进入我的半女人时期, 一个成长的标志.
从一个人的手机里了解了另一个人的秘密, 身边的手机不知为什么突然变得醒目, 有点刺眼,
没有性别, 却很有性格, 每时每刻幻化成不同的人, 如你所愿,
有时是你的伴侣, 有时是你的听众, 有时只是另外一个人, 你想象的那个人.它或许安静,或许吵杂, 或许只是什么都不是.
于是, 它消失了....至少消失一段时间
There is a legend about a bird which sings just once in its life, more sweetly than any other creature on the face of the earth.
From the moment it leaves the nest it searches for a thorn tree,
and does not rest until it has found one.
Then, singing among the savage branches,
it impales itself upon the longest, sharpest spine.
And, dying, it rises above its own agony to outcarol the lark and the nightingale.
One superlative song, existence the price.
But the whole world stills to listen, and God in His heaven smiles.
For the best is only bought at the cost of great pain….
Or so says the legend.
The Thorn Birds
有时相信美丽的预言
不放弃不停追寻的方向
感觉的美好和真实的存在
这距离 如同一个世纪的迷惘
突然 整个天空都染上晚霞的色彩 那么远又那么近 美丽又脆弱
回忆永远定格 瞬间变永恒
Once in my little life， Dream comes true 。。。
--你，Wimbledon
6/1/2008 The Time
It is the best of times, It is the worst of times; It is the age of wisdom, it is the age of foolishness; It is the period of light, It is the peirod of darkness; It is the spring of hope, it is the winter of despair.
We have everything before us, we have nothing after us; We are all going direct to Heaven, we are all going direct the other way.
For good or for evil, IT is the time
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