一个礼拜后的
另一个喜宴
当新人面对
他们的家长、他们的长辈、他们的朋友、还有那些“幕后工作人员”
唱那首《感恩的心》时
他们哭了，
我们大家也哭了。
一个小时典雅的仪式
虽然花了多过几个礼拜的时间和人力
但是一份份窝心温馨和真情
把光和热都洒满了各个角落。
祝他们
永结同心
永浴爱河
Tuesday, 23 June 2009
Tuesday, 16 June 2009
喜宴里的阴天
回想那一天喧闹的喜宴
耳边响起的究竟是序曲或完结篇
不知道自己是不是太想
模仿愤世嫉俗的调调
还是因为
打从心底的对那场表演
毫无感觉
你们的大喜日
我包包里却
装了那本《生命中无法承受之轻》
但没胆拿出来
大刺刺地阅读
你知道吗？
看着你们傻傻两个人
笑得多甜
我很害怕其他周围的声音
会是种预言
“生命无非是苦”
“我懂可是我怕”
Thursday, 11 June 2009
Tuesday, 9 June 2009
你原来……
对不起，
害你在不经意时渐渐地改变自己。
是被迫的成长吗？我不知道。
你原来的样子，慢慢消失在这座城市里。
我知道，你多少是无奈的。我知道，你多少有在埋怨。我知道，你多少有在怀念你原来的样子。
但，你知道吗？
人生路，最美丽而最哀伤的就是这个世界没有早知道。
所以，我们真的无法为别人的人生下定论。能掌握的，只有自己的人生。
微笑吧！
在这趟渐渐倒数的旅程，让我们
挥手自如地向原来的自己说再见。
害你在不经意时渐渐地改变自己。
是被迫的成长吗？我不知道。
你原来的样子，慢慢消失在这座城市里。
我知道，你多少是无奈的。我知道，你多少有在埋怨。我知道，你多少有在怀念你原来的样子。
但，你知道吗？
人生路，最美丽而最哀伤的就是这个世界没有早知道。
所以，我们真的无法为别人的人生下定论。能掌握的，只有自己的人生。
微笑吧！
在这趟渐渐倒数的旅程，让我们
挥手自如地向原来的自己说再见。
Sunday, 7 June 2009
你…
你总是这样，耳朵里吸收的语言，直攻心藏，缠绕着你的灵魂。而，你却无法聆听自己的心声。你问过很多人，为什么你会这么在意？他们不是你，你问了，岂不是更会觉得难过？你生活的姿态表现出一种我行我素的自信，却在内心底下毫无抬头的理由。你总躲在自己的躯壳里。你总跟随别人的波动。你总说着别人要你说的话。
你是傀儡吗？你没有自己的灵魂吗？你快乐吗？
面对我一连串的问题，你面不改色，无语。
我不想多说什么。我不想影响你。我对你的人生不应该有任何支配的权力。你应该停止摆动，你应该有自己的旋律，你应该不要迷失自己。
我要是说了，有什么用？
我，又不是你。
你，更不是我。
你是傀儡吗？你没有自己的灵魂吗？你快乐吗？
面对我一连串的问题，你面不改色，无语。
我不想多说什么。我不想影响你。我对你的人生不应该有任何支配的权力。你应该停止摆动，你应该有自己的旋律，你应该不要迷失自己。
我要是说了，有什么用？
我，又不是你。
你，更不是我。
Wednesday, 3 June 2009
looking back
dated 1.1.2009 :
scraps are still being formed. words exist for that split second,
boldly flaunting their survival and then being crushed to their death.
too much flesh, it seems to gaudy. too little blood, it seems too aloof. too much of both, it seems too painful. i can't seem to write and be at peace at what i wrote, for these are little "phases" in my life.
it is like swimming. there was this phase that i felt edgy in the pool. i felt the distinction between the water, the chlorine and me.i know my strokes are too flippy. i know my breathing is too fast. i know i am floundering too much.i missed the peace i felt in the pool. i missed the fluidity. i missed the calm and serene.
i am still searching for the balance. the fluidity. the calm and the inner peace. till then.
i used to have a dairy of all people i hope to be friends with and how they hurt me. i was a kid with much angst then...
there was a phase when i started writing things to say to people (on assumption that those words are read after im gone. i finished a piece of stuff for my mom, then upon re-reading it, i decided to threw that writing pad away.
now... i prefer to keep words on scraps,aiming at a dustbin and throwing a perfect curl ball after some days.i guess i am at an ironical stage where i m stuck between showing and hiding.
happy new year.oh.happy writing :)
scraps are still being formed. words exist for that split second,
boldly flaunting their survival and then being crushed to their death.
too much flesh, it seems to gaudy. too little blood, it seems too aloof. too much of both, it seems too painful. i can't seem to write and be at peace at what i wrote, for these are little "phases" in my life.
it is like swimming. there was this phase that i felt edgy in the pool. i felt the distinction between the water, the chlorine and me.i know my strokes are too flippy. i know my breathing is too fast. i know i am floundering too much.i missed the peace i felt in the pool. i missed the fluidity. i missed the calm and serene.
i am still searching for the balance. the fluidity. the calm and the inner peace. till then.
once,again
觉得第一次的文字过于刻意
这本来就是一部简单的电影
剧情是音乐所提供的暗号
昨天在黎明破晓之前看完了
今夜连续地播着刚买的soundtrack
once and again,
主角是音乐
其他的都是点缀
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