tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496056757596365062011-09-26T22:14:32.492+08:00S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.comBlogger1971100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-62226120843702807552011-09-26T22:01:00.002+08:002011-09-26T22:14:32.508+08:00可以停止吗?<div>我不想听也不想想。</div><div><br /></div><div>我不是没长远计划，</div><div>只是你能不能不要在我想要心情放松的时候，</div><div>别来搞砸我的夜晚?</div><div><br /></div><div>你让我太压力。</div><div>让我喘口气吧...</div><div><br /></div><div>You Can Think Whatever You Like</div><div>Since I Just A Fucking Little Brainless Worm In Your Mind!</div><div><br /></div><div>Whatever &amp; Ever..</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-6222612084370280755?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-86115840320852723612011-09-26T21:46:00.003+08:002011-09-26T21:55:12.962+08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;">聪明的女人与愚钝的女人的区别就在于：聪明的女人珍惜自己所有，去争取自己的‘没有’；而愚钝的女人看不到自己的所有，对别人的所有心里充满妒嫉，又不想办法去改进问题与不足。<br /><br />　　女人天生爱妒嫉。<br /><br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;">莎士比亚说：“妒忌，你使天使变成了魔鬼”。的确，攀比妒嫉之心女同女人心里隐藏的一颗火种，一旦点燃，它便会使女人头脑混乱、丑态百出，甚至丧失理智，疯狂起来。</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"><span class="Apple-style-span">生活中，这样几种女人容易产生妒嫉：总是过高估计自己的女人，个性冷傲而又利己的女人，性情固执而又不愿承认自己过错的女人，缺乏自信心而又好惴摩别人的女人，爱多疑而又特别敏感的女人。 </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"><span class="Apple-style-span">事实上我不喜欢比较，但如果你觉得我在炫耀，那是你以小人之心度君子之腹。</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"><span class="Apple-style-span">你的妒嫉蒙蔽了你的双眼，污染了你的嘴。</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"><span class="Apple-style-span">但请你不要把毒计喷在我身上，污秽了我。</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-8611584032085272361?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-75680165699706217272011-07-30T00:02:00.000+08:002011-07-30T00:03:47.542+08:00不想说话。<div>不想思考。</div><div><br /></div><div>就是这样。</div><div><br /></div><div>谢谢。</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-7568016569970621727?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-47183832894320982182011-04-10T10:16:00.002+08:002011-04-10T10:24:49.926+08:00我需要勇气。<div>也许我可以掉头就走，</div><div>但是我知道我还是必须面对。</div><div><br /></div><div>心里像压着石头，</div><div>呼吸时需要非常用力，</div><div>偶尔痛得我哭出眼泪，</div><div>牙根都被我咬得流血，</div><div>我还是要撑--下--去。</div><div><br /></div><div>如果你问我撑下去的原因，</div><div>我想我会回答你不知道。</div><div>如果把一切都分析得那么干脆，</div><div>这个世界会变得没有梦想，没有情味。</div><div><br /></div><div>回过头看自己走过的路，</div><div>有些感慨，有些遗憾。</div><div>虽然我不时回头看看，</div><div>却不代表我想回去，</div><div>也不过是怀念当时的快乐，</div><div>却不是现在不快乐，</div><div>只是不同的快乐。</div><div><br /></div><div>想要鱼与熊掌兼得，</div><div>做出牺牲的会是自己。。。</div><div><br /></div><div>我真的需要勇气。</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-4718383289432098218?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-27767222412929476092011-03-15T22:27:00.003+08:002011-03-15T22:45:38.393+08:002010结束了。<div>有点慢的开头。</div><div>阔别我的部落那么久，今天重新来到已是2011年的3月。</div><div>别来无恙吗?</div><div><br /></div><div>踏入2011年，很多东西都不同了。</div><div>也许正正告诉我们，时间一直在向前走，大家都长大了。</div><div><br /></div><div>2011.2.09 我终于出国旅行。跟我亲爱的去到台湾，筑我们的梦。</div><div>2011.2.14 情人节当天，我在台湾的渔人码头把自己给卖了。合约几时落实? 未知数...</div><div>2011.2.28 我终于辞职了。过程顺利。</div><div>2011.3.15 今天是我留在公司的最后一天，回到家后，心情就像放下心中大石。</div><div><br /></div><div>今年，我解开了多年的心结。</div><div>毫无预料，我们居然遇见。</div><div>但你假装不认识我，低着头和你的家人走了。</div><div>原来，你真的有了自己的家庭。</div><div>你的儿子很可爱。</div><div>也许我不该再关心，但毕竟在中学的岁月实在让我难以忘怀。</div><div>那是我最无忧无虑的日子。</div><div>有人谈恋爱了。</div><div>有人注册了。</div><div>有人准备结婚了。</div><div>有人已经结婚了。</div><div>有人明年做老豆了。</div><div>有人从外国毕业回来了。</div><div>有人事业有成。</div><div>大家喜事一搂搂。</div><div><br /></div><div>我呢?</div><div>下个星期将到新公司干活去。</div><div>目前为止，我得到的还算是好事。</div><div>我很自足。</div><div><br /></div><div>写着写着，不懂为什么觉得自己在2011的开始后，</div><div>心境也不同了。</div><div>感觉到自己真的长大了。</div><div>也许长大成人会面临许多问题阻碍，</div><div>但我希望我能永远拥有现在的自己，</div><div>不管跌到多少次，</div><div>都要勇敢站起来，</div><div>找回自己的目标，</div><div>再出发。</div><div><br /></div><div>:)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><object width="560" height="349"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gBtgcU9DL24?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gBtgcU9DL24?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="349"></embed></object><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Yes, I Do...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-2776722241292947609?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-87976192134585787632010-11-05T11:21:00.003+08:002010-11-05T11:35:24.902+08:00也许你说的对。<div>也许你说的不对。</div><div>但对我来说，</div><div>也已经没什么关系。</div><div><br /></div><div>就算真的是，</div><div>那又能如何?</div><div>我们都无能为力，不是吗?</div><div>真实的世界上是没有小叮当。</div><div><br /></div><div>就算我们的程度不一样，</div><div>你又想说些什么?</div><div>现在胜利的始终不是你。</div><div>但失败的依然是你一人。</div><div><br /></div><div>也许我不该说我是胜利的。</div><div>但至少我不是失败于你的。</div><div>我的自信不是来自于男人。</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>我是真的想过，</div><div>如果到了30却依然冒然一身，</div><div>我会想要生一个属于自己的小孩，</div><div>也也许只是领养。</div><div>我不是自私也不是不负责任。</div><div><br /></div><div>但这只是想。</div><div>现在的我还是可以谈恋爱结婚。</div><div>只是如果到了30，</div><div>那个计划才会被考虑。</div><div><br /></div><div>是疯了吗?</div><div>对你们，也许是。</div><div>某人说如果我一直那么想，</div><div>潜意识就会被影响。</div><div>为什么那么肯定?</div><div>我从来知道自己要什么，</div><div>就算是被影响也只是那么一阵子，但不会是一辈子。</div><div><br /></div><div>我迷失自己的那个荒唐时代已经过了。</div><div><br /></div><div>*********************************************************</div><div><br /></div><div>你并不是你自己以为的那么了解我。</div><div>因为我说的，我做的，</div><div>可以和我心想的，背道而驰。</div><div>当我越那么做也代表我越来越不要了。</div><div>为了什么?</div><div><br /></div><div>掩人耳目。</div><div>在一切被揭开前，我们都保持安静等待。</div><div>慢慢的。。。</div><div>那是我一贯的作风。</div><div><br /></div><div>有些东西，</div><div>不是你给不起，</div><div>是我要不起。</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-8797619213458578763?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-84862682402610218002010-10-28T00:49:00.003+08:002010-10-28T01:02:47.032+08:00五年。<div>他对我说五年后会回来找我。</div><div>但是，</div><div>这五年里，我们没有联络。</div><div><br /></div><div>他没打过一通电话给我，</div><div>没有一封信息。</div><div>我也找不到他。</div><div>我想，我没那么傻等他五年。</div><div>我选择了自行了断，</div><div>了断这段感情。</div><div>那对当时的我是多么的难熬。</div><div><br /></div><div>三年后的今天，</div><div>他回来了。</div><div>我无法言语，那是多么难以言语的心情。</div><div>但他却一直对我笑笑。</div><div><br /></div><div>话题的最后，我选择离席。</div><div>他却抓住我的手，</div><div>要求我留下。</div><div>曾经，那是我渴望的，在我最无助的时候。</div><div>但是现在，所有的，都错过了。</div><div>好不容易的放下。</div><div>这次我不想再回收。</div><div><br /></div><div>放下你的手，</div><div>我要继续</div><div>向。前。走。。。</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>:)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-8486268240261021800?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-15929095964302954462010-10-24T23:58:00.002+08:002010-10-25T00:00:58.116+08:00我多想忘了。<div>你可不可以不再提起?</div><div><br /></div><div>我不想记得曾经哪有多糟。</div><div>对我来说，</div><div>那是个噩梦。</div><div><br /></div><div>我真的想忘了。</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-1592909596430295446?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-75539787634773311642010-10-19T18:29:00.002+08:002010-10-19T18:40:31.477+08:00<div style="text-align: center;">你</div><div style="text-align: center;">的</div><div style="text-align: center;">心</div><div style="text-align: center;">里</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">有</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">鬼</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">。</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">。</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">。</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">。</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">我相信你会得到应得的因果。</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-7553978763477331164?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-3444118709075573132010-10-06T19:52:00.002+08:002010-10-06T19:59:36.759+08:00某某人对我说这世界唯一不变的就是:变。<div>我说，</div><div>这世界唯一不变的就是我妈的鸟功。</div><div><br /></div><div>他可以日鸟夜鸟，请不用担心他找不到东西鸟。</div><div>你没错，他也鸟。</div><div>你有错，他鸟得更够力，管你是无意还是真心的。</div><div>家里的一切大小都让他鸟过了。</div><div><br /></div><div>放工第一时间就是跟老爸鸟公司的事。</div><div>回到家就跟全世界鸟家里的事。</div><div>就算他跟老爸已经躺在床上准备睡觉，</div><div>他还是可以继续跟老爸鸟很多事。</div><div>某些时候，他还会自己鸟自己。</div><div><br /></div><div>我老妈说，</div><div>等我有天结婚生子了，就知道他为什么会鸟。</div><div>我想，</div><div>我现在深受鸟功的阴影，</div><div>我不想余毒我的小孩，我希望他们有个没有鸟功的家庭下成长。</div><div>毕竟小孩子不是一直发挥鸟功就会听话的。</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>总结来说，</div><div>我很佩服我老爸。</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-344411870907557313?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-82034720642505845702010-09-21T21:28:00.003+08:002010-09-21T21:42:18.634+08:00我不明白。<div>我真的不明白。</div><div><br /></div><div>也许有些东西不到我明白。</div><div>也许你会说我不是你，所以我不会明白你的心情。</div><div>好吧。</div><div>那你自己该是最清楚你自己心情的人了，</div><div>那你又要怎么做???</div><div><br /></div><div>问题来了就是来了。</div><div>能怎样?</div><div>自恋自艾不会为你解决问题！</div><div><br /></div><div>我的人生并不美。</div><div>但我没放弃去生存，</div><div>我也没埋怨。</div><div>我只知道我不能输给自己。</div><div>如果我连自己都放弃，那我连一坨屎都不如。</div><div>别把自己看得像是全世界最悲惨的，</div><div>你永远都不会是!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>人生意义?</div><div>是谁告诉你一定要有个惊天地，泣鬼神的意义?</div><div>我他妈的就是没有那么伟大的意义!</div><div>我就只是想开开心心的活每一天!</div><div>这就是我他妈的生活意义!</div><div>怎样?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-8203472064250584570?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-89977492377094295072010-09-21T01:30:00.002+08:002010-09-21T01:33:59.680+08:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div>九月。<div>到了九月。</div><div>其实我不喜欢九月。</div><div>九月让我失去一些人。</div><div>虽然九月特别多喜事。。。</div><div><br /></div><div>有时抬头仰望着天空，</div><div>却找不到我想看见的。</div><div><br /></div><div>我是谁?</div><div>你又是谁?</div><div>我们都不是我们，</div><div>其实我们都是虚假的。</div><div><br /></div><div>没有 什么 是真的。</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-8997749237709429507?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-64464797912644941632010-09-19T01:42:00.002+08:002010-09-19T02:17:39.690+08:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><object width="300" height="250"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HmHblHO0EKQ?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HmHblHO0EKQ?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="250"></embed></object></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>我想说，<div>最近我想了很多。</div><div>很多负面的东西。</div><div>虽然我可以控制，虽然我知道也许是我忧虑太多，</div><div>但在我心底，</div><div>还是感到恐惧。</div><div><br /></div><div>太多的不肯定，</div><div>感觉就像站在空中的平衡木上，</div><div>摇摆不定，</div><div>我不懂什么时候我会踩空，</div><div>跌得粉身碎骨。</div><div>人对于未知的事情总是害怕不安。</div><div>现在的我围绕着太多的不肯定，</div><div>我没了安全感。</div><div><br /></div><div>其实，讨厌决定不在自己手上的感觉。</div><div>像个瞎子，看不见未来的路。</div><div><br /></div><div>我，</div><div>可不可以不勇敢?</div><div>我，</div><div>可不可以不坚强?</div><div>可不可以像个孩子放声大声哭泣?</div><div>可不可以什么也丢下去到另一个地方?</div><div><br /></div><div>今晚，很冷。</div><div>就像我的内心一样。</div><div>我已经慢慢失去信心了。</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-6446479791264494163?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-88371560593039688222010-09-18T01:09:00.002+08:002010-09-18T01:17:22.974+08:00曾经，我也相信的。<div>深深的相信。</div><div><br /></div><div>但日子久了，</div><div>等得太久了，</div><div>才知道月亮是不会变的，</div><div>只是云朵的戏法让我以为月亮真的变了。</div><div><br /></div><div>终于，</div><div>我知道相信有时是个傻事。</div><div>我说有时，</div><div>是因为我依然傻傻的坚持相信。</div><div>我保留，</div><div>因为这个世界上的确有些东西是我的不到的。</div><div>不是说坚持就能得到的。</div><div><br /></div><div>有些东西留下了就拿不回。</div><div>有些东西放下了就算了。</div><div>有些东西说忘了，</div><div>其实，</div><div>问问自己真的忘了吗?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>听着Jazz, 感性了起来也感触良多。</div><div>=)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-8837156059303968822?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-46018887238905119242010-09-03T23:22:00.002+08:002010-09-03T23:30:57.486+08:00唉～唉～唉～<div>不是故意要唉的～就让我抒发一下吧～</div><div><br /></div><div>最近杜烂的心情越来越厉害了...T^T</div><div>我很努力控制了的...</div><div>在工作时间老是发飙，</div><div>但回家后就开始冷静下来，又没事了=.=</div><div>同事说</div><div>“我不明白你为什么要那么生气...就照他意思做就好了～就算顾客不要也是不要他的idea罢了~”</div><div><br /></div><div>err...</div><div>是对的。</div><div>只是不喜欢明知道错还要错下去。。。</div><div>等下顾客推货还不是我帮他抹屁股。。。</div><div>浪费我时间啊～～～～</div><div><br /></div><div>可以避免的事就避免。</div><div>何苦浪费大家的时间?</div><div><br /></div><div>算吧。</div><div>工作嘛。</div><div>都是这样。</div><div>忍耐多一下就好了。</div><div>同事说的话我不是不知道。</div><div>因为那也是我老是告诉他的话～XD</div><div>不过人在气愤当中总是难以冷静的。</div><div><br /></div><div>好了。</div><div>发泄了。</div><div>也爽了。</div><div>玩game去噜～</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-4601888723890511924?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-29554174038967486042010-08-25T18:57:00.004+08:002010-08-25T19:22:06.505+08:00<div><br /></div><div>人在生气时，什么缺点都会放大。</div><div>就算是白的也可以说成是黑的。</div><div>我明白工作忙时，脾气也变得暴躁。</div><div>虽然我不会伤及无辜，</div><div>但我也不会要求你必须和我一样，</div><div>毕竟你也是人类，需要发泄。</div><div><br /></div><div>没有谁是不一样的。</div><div>大家都是出来找三餐。</div><div>同样都是受气的。</div><div>同样是有压力的。</div><div>不同的是看你如何面对压力与控制情绪。</div><div><br /></div><div>明白你的脾性，</div><div>所以不会怪你。</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">两个人在一起，更多的不是改变了对方，而是接受了。</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">所以说包容呢，如果光想着改变，</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">那不是生活，那是战争。</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div>但我还是受了点伤。</div><div><br /></div><div>毕竟我还是不喜欢人家拆我生猪肉。</div><div>放心。</div><div>我会报仇的。</div><div>^^</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-2955417403896748604?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-71634049569808583442010-08-24T23:48:00.005+08:002010-08-25T19:20:28.188+08:00<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:medium;">我寂寞寂寞就好</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">這時候誰都別來安慰 擁抱<br />就讓我一個人去痛到受不了<br />傷到 快瘋掉 死不了就還好 。。。</span><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>所有的理由不是理由。<div>说了就说了。</div><div>也不想多说什么。</div><div>越描越黑对你我都没什么好处。</div><div><br /></div><div>基本上有太多的争吵，原因都没人知道。</div><div>吵到最后，</div><div>原来也还是没什么大不了。</div><div><br /></div><div>吵架对我来说是浪费时间，感情，精神与心情的。</div><div>更别说冷战。</div><div>但当对方不冷静时，</div><div>我能做的也只有安静，</div><div>严重的也只能选择冷战。</div><div><br /></div><div>我情愿心平气和的讨论与商量。</div><div>也好过不断用气话攻击对方。</div><div>如果有那种气势的话，</div><div>何不去参加国家大事，</div><div>用这种英雄豪气跟某些不知所谓的官员争论?</div><div><br /></div><div>anyway,好与不好，</div><div>今天也到此为止。</div><div><br /></div><div>今天，黑色。</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-7163404956980858344?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-15273418836525849202010-08-22T11:13:00.010+08:002010-08-22T11:41:26.950+08:00<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">“</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">你轻轻柔柔的细述着槟城下的雨 </span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> 淋湿你的长发几十年来抹也抹不去 </span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> 啊 </span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> 我会慢慢的想起 几十年都不会忘记 </span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> 轻轻的为你唱首歌 几十年的歌 </span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> 靠在你的背后 紧紧握着你的右手 </span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">慢慢的教你写首诗 </span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> 要你记着我的事 </span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> 当你孤孤单单的时候我要继续为你唱出这首歌</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">”</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><object width="300" height="255"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s290BSM50ho?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s290BSM50ho?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="255"></embed></object></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>如果，那天我们都勇敢...<div>如果，那天我们都坦白...</div><div><br /></div><div>你和我是不是会不一样?</div><div>太多的如果到现在也只能是一声叹息。</div><div>太多的如果，</div><div>我们的关系也只能是休止符。</div><div><br /></div><div>不要问我为什么。</div><div>曾经那么亲密的那个人，</div><div>到今天也只能是两条平行线。</div><div><br /></div><div>要怎样做，人生才不会留下遗憾?</div><div>也许人生就是该留下遗憾才让我记得你。</div><div>也也许遗憾是你唯一能留给我的东西。</div><div><br /></div><div>我给过你的好也许再也给不了别的人。</div><div>你给过我的美，</div><div>我也再也看不到，</div><div>只留在记忆中...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-1527341883652584920?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-55856774109595066552010-08-09T17:06:00.003+08:002010-08-09T17:16:07.706+08:00开始往往很容易，维持却很难。<br />要爱的，爱不到所爱的。<br />不爱的，偏偏一大堆他不要的爱。<br />爱到的最后也未必是理想的结局。<br /><br />爱情像脱轨的卡车，<br />失去控制，你永远也不知道它即将奔向何方。<br />就算你多么理智的控制驾驶盘。<br /><br />有人喜欢把责任扛上身。<br />有人喜欢钻牛角尖。<br />有人喜欢说过去。<br />有人喜欢怀疑猜忌。<br />有人喜欢比较。<br />有人喜欢耍脾气。<br />有人喜欢自以为是。<br />有人喜欢狠。<br />有人喜欢绝。<br />有人喜欢逃避。<br />有人喜欢浪费时间。<br /><br />有人以为不爱了就可以解决一切。<br />你觉得呢？<br />不如直接重新投胎转世，可能比较快一点。<br />爱情到最后只剩一声叹息。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-5585677410959506655?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-31962213139130380682010-07-28T19:34:00.001+08:002010-07-28T19:36:05.687+08:00只是压力过大而已。<div>我知道的。</div><div><br /></div><div>总是在这种时候喜欢躲进冲凉房，</div><div>开着水，自己哭，</div><div>让水声掩盖掉我的哭声。</div><div><br /></div><div>不为什么。</div><div>就这样。</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-3196221313913038068?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-52221012257191225772010-07-25T17:08:00.002+08:002010-07-25T17:16:20.971+08:00在‘金枝玉叶’ 里，有一幕刘嘉玲拿着张国荣在一起第一年送她的生日卡。<div>亲手做的。</div><div>外面是个干枯的玫瑰花，</div><div>里面写着<b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"> I Love You</span></i></b>，一打开就会有音乐响起。</div><div>刘嘉玲告诉袁咏仪说，</div><div>每一次吵架她都会把卡打开来看，</div><div>看过后，什么不开心的都会不见。</div><div>但她说，她不敢打开太多次，</div><div>害怕那音乐总有一天因为电池的耗尽而停止。</div><div>她也说，</div><div>虽然卡里写着<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"> </span><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">I Love You</span></i></b>，</div><div>但张国荣一次也没对她说过。</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-5222101225719122577?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-15402998651334922792010-07-20T23:51:00.003+08:002010-07-20T23:52:55.731+08:00<div><div id="wuRfXGva" 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class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><a href="javascript:decryptText('wuRfXGva')">Show encrypted text</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-1540299865133492279?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-21539934586127406832010-07-06T23:50:00.002+08:002010-07-07T00:01:03.303+08:00七月，是个开始。<div>小时候，很喜欢七月。</div><div>因为七月是所有的开始。</div><div>很兴奋也很期待。</div><div><br /></div><div>慢慢长大后，</div><div>我知道兴奋后期待后，</div><div>生活还是一样。</div><div>并没有什么不同。</div><div>也因为长大后遇到不同的事情，</div><div>慢慢我不再有所期待。</div><div>对所有东西都不在有期待，</div><div>没希望就没失望。</div><div><br /></div><div>最近下雨天，阴天很多，</div><div>再加上特别的月份，</div><div>有些时候，当自己静下来，</div><div>总会有些记忆浮现出来。</div><div><br /></div><div>今天很心烦。</div><div>当听到电视传来的一首旧歌，</div><div>让我想起小时候的回忆。</div><div>有点心酸有点怀念，</div><div>但也只能怀念。</div><div><br /></div><div>以前当自己心烦的时候，</div><div>我会搭巴士，</div><div>从起点坐到终点。</div><div>这样总会让我平静下来。</div><div>但现在的我，不能。</div><div><br /></div><div>如果我有一辆车。。。</div><div>我也不懂我会驾到那里去。。。</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>“忘掉谁是我，暗室中独坐，想哭出一次不等于 难过。”</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-2153993458612740683?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-22083509056538565812010-06-30T22:51:00.003+08:002010-06-30T22:59:02.079+08:00想起一件事。<div>想起自己曾经是条狗。</div><div><br /></div><div>摇尾乞怜，希望不被抛弃。</div><div>尽一切能力去完成他要的一切，</div><div>到头来，</div><div>我还是什么要做不好。</div><div><br /></div><div>每天醒来都担惊受怕会被生气。</div><div>小心翼翼的说话，</div><div>记牢牢他的要求，</div><div>到最后，</div><div>也还不是剩我一个人？</div><div><br /></div><div>我讨厌你说话说的那么好听，</div><div>自己却从来也不会做。</div><div>我讨厌你自以为是自大自傲，</div><div>其实你跟你口中的下三滥没两样。</div><div>我讨厌你把我的自尊践踏，</div><div>而我还要傻傻的听你说。</div><div><br /></div><div>我讨厌那段时间的自己。</div><div>如果时间可以倒转，</div><div>我要把那软弱的自己摇醒。</div><div><br /></div><div>我不想记得。</div><div>我不想记得那样的自己。</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-2208350905653856581?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-50288797225123448312010-06-18T19:03:00.003+08:002010-06-18T19:18:44.939+08:00<div style="text-align: center;">喜欢你生气我的样子</div><div style="text-align: center;">酷酷的</div><div style="text-align: center;">但我知道你真的在乎我</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">喜欢你吃醋的样子</div><div style="text-align: center;">酸酸的</div><div style="text-align: center;">让我看到你对我的大男人</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">喜欢你包容我的任性</div><div style="text-align: center;">蠢蠢的</div><div style="text-align: center;">但我知道你真的疼我</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">喜欢你总是挡在我面前的感觉</div><div style="text-align: center;">那一瞬间</div><div style="text-align: center;">我真的觉得你好帅～</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">喜欢你为我的生气而紧张</div><div style="text-align: center;">特地的</div><div style="text-align: center;">要你以后对我好一点</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">喜欢你摸我的头发</div><div style="text-align: center;">温柔的</div><div style="text-align: center;">所以决定为你留长 </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">喜欢你牵我的手</div><div style="text-align: center;">紧紧的</div><div style="text-align: center;">告诉我你一直都在我身边，陪伴着我</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">喜欢你抱住我</div><div style="text-align: center;">暖暖的 </div><div style="text-align: center;">像是我永远的避风港</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">喜欢你亲我</div><div style="text-align: center;">麻麻的</div><div style="text-align: center;">像是触电的感觉</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">喜欢你宽宽的肩膀</div><div style="text-align: center;">睡一下</div><div style="text-align: center;">永远也没烦恼</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">喜欢你的手</div><div style="text-align: center;">大大的</div><div style="text-align: center;">就这样牵着不放手</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">喜欢你的腿</div><div style="text-align: center;">不累的</div><div style="text-align: center;">总是带着我去任何地方</div><div style="text-align: center;">而我只想跟着你</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">喜欢你的肚腩</div><div style="text-align: center;">软软的</div><div style="text-align: center;">让我随时随地都能禄一下～</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">喜欢你对我说心事</div><div style="text-align: center;">开心与难过</div><div style="text-align: center;">我都想知道</div><div style="text-align: center;">那是代表你把我当作最信任的人</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">喜欢你抱住我的腰</div><div style="text-align: center;">在大马路上</div><div style="text-align: center;">幼稚又得意的表情</div><div style="text-align: center;">我知道那是你对我的占有欲</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">喜欢你的乖lan</div><div style="text-align: center;">让我更想掐你的肥猪肉</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">喜欢你偶尔的浪漫</div><div style="text-align: center;">傻傻的惊喜</div><div style="text-align: center;">让我笑不停</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">我喜欢你让我笑，让我哭。</div><div style="text-align: center;">如果我哭了，</div><div style="text-align: center;">别担心，</div><div style="text-align: center;">让我禄一下你的肚腩就好了 ;)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">宝贝～～～～</div><div style="text-align: center;">生日快乐～</div><div style="text-align: center;">*shy*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-5028879722512344831?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-68768579683312983792010-05-31T01:16:00.002+08:002010-05-31T01:18:15.120+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">Do you know who am i?</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">^^</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">you'll know someday...</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><br /></span></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-6876857968331298379?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-4510370563932818702010-05-30T12:45:00.003+08:002010-05-30T12:55:54.207+08:00总在这个时候，<div>这个时间，</div><div>想起一些事情。</div><div><br /></div><div>我做过太多的错事，</div><div>连自己也无法理解的错。</div><div><br /></div><div>有时候会想，</div><div>如果当初我忍住不提，</div><div>我们之间会不会不一样？</div><div>可惜太多的如果，</div><div>都是我回不去的如果。</div><div><br /></div><div>你把我当作女儿，</div><div>只可惜到最后，</div><div>我还是让你失望。。。 </div><div><br /></div><div>今天的我觉得愧疚，</div><div>但已改变不了什么。</div><div>曾经互相关心的日子，</div><div>我很想念。</div><div><br /></div><div>愿你开心。</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-451037056393281870?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-27989551796162266602010-05-30T00:35:00.003+08:002010-05-30T00:39:21.719+08:00就这样来来回回，<div>你累不累?</div><div><br /></div><div>同样的东西，</div><div>重覆再重覆。</div><div><br /></div><div>物极总会必反。</div><div>奇迹实在让我难以相信。</div><div>尤其要用在你身上。</div><div><br /></div><div>像他说的，</div><div>别让它变成了依赖。。。</div><div><br /></div><div>也许我黑心，</div><div>但我觉得暴风雨就来临了...</div><div><br /></div><div>时间到底会揭发了什么?</div><div>敬请期待。。。</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-2798955179616226660?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-60102267066996908752010-05-25T21:36:00.002+08:002010-05-25T21:42:08.349+08:00也许<div>还是有些事情。。。</div><div><br /></div><div>有些事情</div><div>我不想听</div><div><br /></div><div>有些事情</div><div>我不想理</div><div><br /></div><div>有些事情</div><div>我不想看</div><div><br /></div><div>听了又怎样</div><div>看了又如何</div><div>理了理得清吗</div><div><br /></div><div>不要说后悔</div><div>那时当时你做的选择</div><div>现在的我已忘了所有</div><div>别来纠缠我</div><div><br /></div><div>我现在很好</div><div>不想重覆当时的一塌糊涂</div><div>不要问为什么</div><div>就只是单纯的</div><div><br /></div><div>我不想见你</div><div>不想听到你的 声音</div><div>也不想看过去</div><div><br /></div><div>今天</div><div>发生了太多事</div><div>其实</div><div>我</div><div>很</div><div>想</div><div>见</div><div>你</div><div><br /></div><div>但是</div><div>还是</div><div>算了</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-6010226706699690875?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-50872099996216443622010-05-10T18:58:00.004+08:002010-05-10T19:07:54.130+08:00the mistake is keep repeat and repeat again.<div>maybe she have 50% responsible on it but still..i hate myself.</div><div>dont't know why this still keeping happen on me...</div><div>even i already working hard on it...</div><div>even i already open my eye big...</div><div>but till the end...</div><div>haiz.</div><div><br /></div><div>i couldn't explain why also.</div><div>he didn't blame just talk a bit.</div><div>but still like an arrow shoot my heart and dignity badly.</div><div>no excuse.</div><div>i have to take the responsible for it.</div><div>i am feel shame to face my boss.</div><div>it is not because i like my boss very much.</div><div>but i just don't like people get scold from other because of my fault.</div><div>it really a big shame!</div><div><br /></div><div>How many time i wanna repeat this shame?</div><div>How many time i want people to remind me again and again?</div><div>i hate to see people use those unconfirmed expression to look at me,</div><div>make me feel like a loser...</div><div>but what to do and keep hate?</div><div>coz it all because of myself...</div><div>what the hell to me???</div><div><br /></div><div>i am feel damn sorry to my boss and client.</div><div>why i just can't to do it right?</div><div>it just a simple thing!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>till the end,</div><div>sorry might meaningless but i still have to say it.</div><div>repeat and repeat..</div><div>i am feeling damn fuck sorry and shame to myself.</div><div>can someone come to slap me to wake me up???</div><div><br /></div><div>you are welcome to slap me!!!</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-5087209999621644362?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-35919947937052576952010-03-30T01:57:00.002+08:002010-03-30T02:05:41.682+08:00you requested something from me but sorry, i can't promise you anything.<div>maybe i really self-fish and i would like to admit that,</div><div>i love myself more than everyone.</div><div>you are same with me also.</div><div>we are similar yet different.</div><div><br /></div><div>i think i am no good enough for you and me.</div><div>i though i can be but the fact is fail me out.</div><div>i just never good enough.</div><div>i am fail.</div><div>i just a loser, beat down by myself.</div><div>what a shame.</div><div>this is the result of ego.</div><div><br /></div><div>sorry for bothering.</div><div>i didn't mean to do so.</div><div>if i become your stress and burden, i rather kill myself or disappear from your life.</div><div>all i want just wishing you have happy day everyday.</div><div>this is all i want to give you.</div><div>but i just fail.</div><div>i am no good enough...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-3591994793705257695?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-84408892165394229522010-03-16T00:23:00.003+08:002010-03-16T00:30:43.335+08:00多久没来了？<div>结果我还是一败涂地。。。</div><div><br /></div><div>感觉自己讲多错多，</div><div>也许我该把自己的嘴巴封起来。</div><div><br /></div><div>我的愿望很简单但要达成却很难。</div><div><br /></div><div>有些东西我还是需要自我控制。</div><div>我不该得意忘形的。</div><div>坦白。。。也许也是一种错误。</div><div><br /></div><div>放工，回家。</div><div>我要的是安静的夜晚。</div><div>不想要任何争执。</div><div><br /></div><div>我不该说。</div><div>我不该想。</div><div>因为说了，</div><div>所以我活该。</div><div><br /></div><div>好累。</div><div>好累去当自己。</div><div>也许我也已经失去了自己。</div><div><br /></div><div>也许说了一百句对不起也挽回不了什么。</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-8440889216539422952?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-37832944412142332402010-02-16T22:14:00.002+08:002010-02-16T22:17:05.743+08:00你不该把想法套在他的身上。<div>他不是你想象的那样。</div><div>他不是你所能操控的。</div><div>他不是你所拥有的。</div><div><br /></div><div>你不该。</div><div><br /></div><div>我也不该。</div><div><br /></div><div>我不该太贪心。</div><div>我知道的。</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-3783294441214233240?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-18610580320374917752010-02-11T12:48:00.001+08:002010-02-11T12:50:13.506+08:00<div style="text-align: center;">今年的新年不一样。</div><div style="text-align: center;">。</div><div style="text-align: center;">。</div><div style="text-align: center;">。</div><div style="text-align: center;">。</div><div style="text-align: center;">。</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">无话可说，</div><div style="text-align: center;">所以留下空白。</div><div style="text-align: center;">:)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-1861058032037491775?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-85968805605681991412010-01-27T23:43:00.003+08:002010-01-28T00:05:28.066+08:00人的真面目是要在分手后才算真正看得清楚。<div>你曾经以为的，</div><div>你曾经觉得美好的，</div><div>其实不过是大便一坨。</div><div><br /></div><div>其实以我来看，</div><div>不过是大便两坨。</div><div><br /></div><div>会在一起也不过是当初臭气相投。</div><div>何必说得他人那么的不是，</div><div>你自己也未必有那么的清高。</div><div><br /></div><div>每段感情都会有个新鲜期限。</div><div>从沸腾到温热到渐冷再到冷却，</div><div>都是有一定的步骤。</div><div>我知道这个步骤的时间，</div><div>如果能持续保温，</div><div>那接下来就可以走得更长。</div><div>不能的话，</div><div>冷却了的菜没人喜欢吃。</div><div>最后的场地就是垃圾筒。</div><div><br /></div><div>丢的人永远不会有什么感觉。</div><div>虽然浪费了一点时间，体力与心思，</div><div>但再煮一道热腾腾的菜吃就好了。</div><div><br /></div><div>可是躺在垃圾筒的菜也只能心碎，</div><div>等待被打包，</div><div>丢进垃圾车被处理掉。</div><div><br /></div><div>也只能这样。</div><div>有人愿打就会有人愿挨。</div><div>有些狗屁话我还真的不相信。</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-8596880560568199141?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-9193497094578300292010-01-22T21:24:00.002+08:002010-01-22T21:31:00.598+08:00有些人讲话可以说的天上有，地下无。<div>老是觉得自己比他人高人一等。</div><div>当别人做出他觉得低级的事情时，</div><div>那种鄙视人的眼光不是你所能忍受的。</div><div>但他不会了解也不会明白。</div><div>他只会觉得那是你活该。</div><div><br /></div><div>有没有想过那样的一个眼神是可以杀人的?</div><div>你没有，也该说你不在乎有没有。</div><div>这样的你，</div><div>如果给我看到，</div><div>我想我会大巴大巴盖过去。</div><div>管你是天王老子。</div><div><br /></div><div>如果今天你不是你，</div><div>你还会这样说话吗？</div><div><br /></div><div>如果今天你不是你，</div><div>你凭什么嚣张?</div><div><br /></div><div>你，从来没站在他人的立场着想。</div><div>那你不该苛求别人改处处为你着想。</div><div><br /></div><div>你是他妈的自私鬼。</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-919349709457830029?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-31854153978728076302010-01-20T20:49:00.002+08:002010-01-20T21:16:10.630+08:00梦到，<div>然后发生。</div><div>一切是那么的巧合。</div><div><br /></div><div>昨天又梦了，</div><div>会成真吗？</div><div>有些东西不到我控制。</div><div>我能做的只有做好自己的本分。</div><div>虽然如此，只怕自己会不甘心。</div><div><br /></div><div>世界太小，</div><div>人太多，</div><div>秘密已经藏不住。</div><div>感觉自己赤裸裸站在人群。</div><div>这样的我，</div><div>好没有安全感。</div><div>有没有谁能给我掩盖一下?</div><div><br /></div><div>每样东西都会有新鲜期限。</div><div>过了那日子，</div><div>继续吃的话，会不会闹肚子痛?</div><div>还是我抵抗力够强，</div><div>吃了也没事?</div><div><br /></div><div>天晓得。</div><div>我有好多的问号。</div><div>有没有人能为我解答?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-3185415397872807630?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-59101850095639282922010-01-17T17:41:00.003+08:002010-01-17T20:48:51.657+08:00i believe everything have its own time and fate.<div>sometime you might desire on something very much but you can't own it on that time.</div><div>but when you almost give up on it, it will appear in your hand suddenly and easily.</div><div>what you can say?</div><div>thanks god?</div><div>it's depend.</div><div>i don't really believe in god but seems like everything have their own timing and planning for you.</div><div><br /></div><div>sometime i thought i am handling my life.</div><div>sometime i thought i am doing my choice.</div><div>but sometime i felt that everything that i did was a plan of someone.</div><div>i will feel that i just a little play doll for that someone.</div><div>and be honestly,</div><div>i hate that feel.</div><div><br /></div><div>it keep happen again and again in my life.</div><div>i try to against but natural power is out of my expectation.</div><div>sometime and something, </div><div>be a fool is better be a genius.</div><div>at least, fool will never know the feel of pain.</div><div>they just innocent and no need worry so much.</div><div><br /></div><div>everything have its plan.</div><div>you never can against it because it is out of human power.</div><div>maybe i can say it is side effect of homo but i think it is my original characteristic and thinking.</div><div><br /></div><div>... complicate feeling now.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-5910185009563928292?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-83231834120297165482010-01-16T01:13:00.003+08:002010-01-16T01:20:53.823+08:00<div style="text-align: center;">其实我很害怕。</div><div style="text-align: center;">其实我很需要。</div><div style="text-align: center;">其实我很妒忌。</div><div style="text-align: center;">其实我很期待。</div><div style="text-align: center;">其实我很小气。</div><div style="text-align: center;">其实我很贪心。</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">其实，</div><div style="text-align: center;">我也不过是个女人。</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">妈妈说，</div><div style="text-align: center;">贪字得个贫。</div><div style="text-align: center;">可惜我还是贪心。</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">抱歉。</div><div style="text-align: center;">我不知足。</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">有些东西，</div><div style="text-align: center;">我不想知道。</div><div style="text-align: center;">偏偏上天让我知道。</div><div style="text-align: center;">到底我该感激你还是讨厌你？</div><div style="text-align: center;">知道越少，</div><div style="text-align: center;">活得越开心。</div><div style="text-align: center;">单纯从来就不是坏事，</div><div style="text-align: center;">至少对我来说，</div><div style="text-align: center;">不是。</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">脑袋装了太多东西，</div><div style="text-align: center;">心里放了太多情绪；</div><div style="text-align: center;">是时候清一清。</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">从哪里来就哪里回去。</div><div style="text-align: center;">人生本来不过如此。</div><div style="text-align: center;">来去一场空。</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-8323183412029716548?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-75216264640276755642009-12-30T19:52:00.004+08:002009-12-30T20:14:26.483+08:00时间过得好快，快得让我措手不及。<div>今天很快就会变成昨天，明天也会变成过去。</div><div>有时回头望，看看自己走过的脚印，</div><div>有些唏嘘也有些无奈。</div><div>人生匆匆，</div><div>那一年我还在念书，</div><div>这一年我已经投身社会。</div><div>再下一年，我会在哪里？</div><div><br /></div><div>有时人就是那么矛盾。</div><div>当你觉得念书很辛苦，就会很想工作。</div><div>觉得工作可以赚钱也可以放工不必想一大堆点子。</div><div>当你觉得工作千篇一律，就会很想念校园生活。</div><div>觉得读书可以不必为钱财而烦，还可以和朋友一起。</div><div>人总是得到的不珍惜，朝思暮想。</div><div>却在失去后才懂得其珍贵。</div><div>一理通，百理明。</div><div>很多时候，很多事都是这样的。</div><div><br /></div><div>每个人生都会有遗憾。</div><div>没有完美。</div><div>今天也许春风满意，</div><div>明天也许失魂落魄。</div><div>有谁料得到下一秒会发生什么？</div><div><br /></div><div>不好的，</div><div>我不会去想，去理。</div><div>现在的，好的，</div><div>是我想看见的。</div><div>能不要的就丢掉，</div><div>没什么值得好怀念。</div><div><br /></div><div>别说过去永远过不去。</div><div>过不去是因为你不肯放下，</div><div>不肯踏出第一步。</div><div>拳头握那么紧干什么？</div><div>眉头皱那么紧干什么？</div><div>也许下一秒你已不再。</div><div><br /></div><div>活在当下，享受当下。</div><div>你的人生是你的。</div><div>为了他人而不开心永远不值得。</div><div><br /></div><div>祝，快乐。</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-7521626464027675564?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-36638865471829734682009-12-24T13:37:00.003+08:002009-12-24T13:50:20.221+08:00我没有你那么大方。<div>我会选择不闻不问。</div><div>你是假装还是真心，</div><div>我不想过问。</div><div><br /></div><div>桃花依旧，但人面全非。</div><div>去年他牵的是你的手，</div><div>今年他牵的是她的手，</div><div>你是强颜欢笑还是真心祝福，</div><div>我看不见也不想多说。</div><div><br /></div><div>只是，</div><div>既然你的伤口人隐隐作痛的话，</div><div>何苦为自己在伤口上撒盐?</div><div>他也无需假装一切没发生过。</div><div><br /></div><div>我只是局外人，</div><div>不会插手，</div><div>毕竟这是你的人生，你的选择。</div><div>只希望你真的开心就好。</div><div><br /></div><div>祝:圣诞快乐&amp;新年快乐</div><div>:)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-3663886547182973468?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-3409124106262689752009-12-19T22:41:00.004+08:002009-12-19T23:31:58.469+08:00i am keep running but no destination.<div>Dark is around me.</div><div>I try to light up a light to see clearly but i can't.</div><div>and i see cold and huge jail is locked me.</div><div>i didn't scream but just cry alone.</div><div><br /></div><div>i saw something.</div><div>it was so true.</div><div>true till i almost believe it was real life.</div><div>but i awake from there.</div><div>and i find out i cry in the dream.</div><div><br /></div><div>i can't sleep after that.</div><div>but when i open my eyes,</div><div>my brain keep replay that dream.</div><div>true till make me scare of it.</div><div><br /></div><div>i keep telling myself:</div><div>I have to be tough.</div><div>Tough till can take care of everyone.</div><div>But i am not superwomen.</div><div>When i tire, </div><div>you are the first people that appear in my mind.</div><div>How i wish i can press your number...</div><div>How i wish i could tell you all my feeling...</div><div>How i wish i could hug you and cry without worry anything...</div><div><br /></div><div>But end up,</div><div>i just to choose off my hand phone.</div><div>I take off the battery and leave it a side.</div><div>i scare silence but in this time,</div><div>i just off all the thing.</div><div>no any sound around.</div><div><br /></div><div>I am scare.</div><div>scaring everything and anyone,</div><div>include myself...</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-340912410626268975?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-87737263063639599422009-11-25T13:24:00.003+08:002009-11-25T13:43:12.115+08:00我想离开。<div>不在乎地点。</div><div>就现在，</div><div>什么也不带，</div><div>赤着脚走出大门。</div><div><br /></div><div>我很怀念我那单纯的时代。</div><div>大门打开也不怕坏人进来打劫的那个时代。</div><div>随心所欲踏着脚车跟朋友到处走的那个时代。</div><div>做完功课就可以放心大睡的那个时代。</div><div><br /></div><div>我很想念你。<br /><div><br /></div><div>当世界变得越来越现实，我也越来越想逃避。</div><div>我不想自己成为一个我也不认识的自己，我讨厌的自己。</div><div>有些东西无法控制。</div><div>有些东西真的是没有答案。</div><div><br /></div><div>直觉该不该相信?</div><div>离开，不是现在。</div><div>虽然我很想这么做。</div><div>脚上被牢牢牵住的枷锁何时才会离开我?</div><div><br /></div><div>看见的结果不一定是最后的结果。</div><div>那只是可能，</div><div>可能还有很多可能性。</div><div>是自欺欺人还是有自信?</div><div><br /></div><div>太多得不到答案的问题在脑海的，</div><div>但我想我找不到答案，</div><div>现在只想离开。</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-8773726306363959942?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-17909176130367920612009-11-20T20:36:00.002+08:002009-11-20T21:26:48.577+08:00我妈妈说我是那种死到临头都不会喊救命的那种人。<div>我想，是的。</div><div>如果现在2012真的到了，</div><div>我想我也只会睡在床上，</div><div>听着歌，看着书，</div><div>穿着我喜欢的衣服，</div><div>慢慢睡死去...</div><div><br /></div><div>也许我真的不懂争取，</div><div>但我也只能这样。</div><div><br /></div><div>今晚也许我很想你，</div><div>很想你在我身边，</div><div>但我不会按下电话，</div><div>我不会也不想打扰。</div><div><br /></div><div>对。</div><div>害怕打扰。</div><div>害怕负担。</div><div><br /></div><div>也许你会为了我而来，</div><div>但我害怕我的呼叫是一种负担。</div><div>心里面，</div><div>很害怕自己是个负累。</div><div><br /></div><div>你有你的自由。</div><div>你有你的计划。</div><div>只是不想自己破坏了你的生活，你的计划。</div><div><br /></div><div>不管自己有多想你，</div><div>我还是会</div><div>静静的，</div><div>好好的。</div><div><br /></div><div>不用担心。</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-1790917613036792061?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-63271830614641746862009-11-07T21:36:00.002+08:002009-11-07T21:39:32.340+08:00How to express my feeling now?<div>feel weird.</div><div>feel shit.</div><div>feel...</div><div><br /></div><div>don't know.</div><div>i just can't find a word to describe my mood now.</div><div>nobody and nothing make me like that.</div><div>even myself, </div><div>i can't a reason also.</div><div><br /></div><div>this moment,</div><div>i hate to be myself.</div><div>S.H.I.T is the mood.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-6327183061464174686?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-74000660473651117542009-10-27T01:24:00.003+08:002009-10-27T02:16:49.051+08:00我想，<div>这世界上本来就没有所谓的公平与不公平。</div><div>所谓追求的公平也不过是追寻着一个不存在的东西。</div><div><br /></div><div>有些东西本来就不该有问题。</div><div>有些东西本来就没有答案。</div><div>苦苦问着为什么也只是白问。</div><div>但我明白人就是这么犯贱的东西。</div><div>答案本来就心知肚明却还要一而再，再而三的问为什么。</div><div>其实他只是想听到别人符合他心里的答案再而肯定自己。</div><div>要不，他只不过想让自己死得瞑目而已。</div><div><br /></div><div>别说我不知道。</div><div>我什么都知道。</div><div>只是看我说不说而已。</div><div>也或许说该看你在我的心目中地位是多少，</div><div>才足以令我为你掏心掏肺。</div><div>更或许说，</div><div>我是斤斤计较的。</div><div>我是自私的。</div><div>你给我八两就别奢望我会给你十两。</div><div>我是一面镜子也是秤。</div><div><br /></div><div>有些话，我说了就不会再说。</div><div>硬是要钻牛角尖，</div><div>我帮不了你。</div><div>只会冷眼相看再鄙视你。</div><div><br /></div><div>我总是相信，</div><div>再久的热情总会冷却。</div><div>得到与失去都很容易，</div><div>但要留住却很难。</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-7400066047365111754?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-91087660022233145142009-10-14T23:21:00.003+08:002009-10-14T23:27:09.905+08:00就没什么。<div>就突然觉得想做男人。</div><div><br /></div><div>就没什么。</div><div>就突然觉得原来我累了。</div><div><br /></div><div>就没什么。</div><div>就突然觉得原来我越来越不正常。</div><div><br /></div><div>她叫我好好保重自己，照顾自己。</div><div>也只能这样了。</div><div>不然还能怎样？</div><div><br /></div><div>有些东西还是只能往肚子里吞。</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-9108766002223314514?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-24954314765283105072009-10-12T13:28:00.001+08:002009-10-12T13:31:13.137+08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:標楷體;font-size:large;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF00FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre; "><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bts0BbLFvTg&amp;hl=zh_CN&amp;fs=1&amp;"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bts0BbLFvTg&amp;hl=zh_CN&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></span></span></div>我的眼睛叫做迷惑　</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:標楷體;font-size:large;">我的心情叫做失落<br />我的願望叫做解脫　</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:標楷體;font-size:large;">我的眼淚叫做訴說<br />按捺不住叫做脆弱　</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:標楷體;font-size:large;">吶喊很久叫做沈默<br />承受不了叫做寂寞　</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:標楷體;font-size:large;">我的現在不知所措<br /><br /><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:標楷體;font-size:large;">妳喜歡的會有幾個　</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:標楷體;font-size:large;">是一個兩個還是很多很多<br />妳喜歡的會有幾個　</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:標楷體;font-size:large;">是兩個三個還是更多更多<br />妳喜歡的會有幾個　</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:標楷體;font-size:large;">是一個兩個還是很多很多<br />妳喜歡的會有幾個　</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:標楷體;font-size:large;">妳喜歡的很多很多　</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(255, 0, 255); font-family:標楷體;font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">有沒有我</span><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-2495431476528310507?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-31253707165009626162009-10-12T01:58:00.002+08:002009-10-12T02:29:21.774+08:00就是不懂为什么。<div>觉得自己很贪心。</div><div>总觉得不够，不够，不够。。。</div><div><br /></div><div>就是不懂为什么。</div><div>觉得时间过得很慢。</div><div>总是看看日历数数日子过了多少。。。</div><div><br /></div><div>就是不懂为什。</div><div>觉得时间过得很快。</div><div>总是看看日历原来才过了几天。。。</div><div><br /></div><div>Hurley问我:</div><div>"是你习惯了挑战了吗?"</div><div><br /></div><div>我想也许是吧。</div><div>当我不停的咬紧牙关向前冲时，</div><div>突然有人告诉我，</div><div>“是时候休息一下了。”</div><div>就会突然觉得自己好空虚。</div><div><br /></div><div>原本没想过说这一些，</div><div>今天是开心的。</div><div>但不懂为什么Hurley跑出来和我说了一些后，</div><div>觉得变得蓝蓝的。</div><div><br /></div><div>我的心里住着一个恶魔。</div><div>它叫做贪心。</div><div>我很想问贪心，</div><div>你什么时候满足？</div><div><br /></div><div>夜深人静，</div><div>我总是在这个时候有很多想法。</div><div>秘密在这样的夜里藏不住。</div><div><br /></div><div>黑色的夜晚，</div><div>谁又会看得见我的秘密?</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-3125370716500962616?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-12487749524792855512009-10-11T12:55:00.002+08:002009-10-11T13:13:02.398+08:00life is processing with rules and formula,<div>even you keep run away from that,</div><div>but at the end you still need to face it.</div><div><br /></div><div>This is the truth.</div><div>Cruel but true.</div><div>You can hide it,</div><div>you can deny it but you never can escape from that.</div><div><br /></div><div>I don't really like to tell people what i like or what i don't like.</div><div>cos my mood always keep changing.</div><div>i just don't want fix myself.</div><div>i hate to hear people say such stupid words like flower heart or this and that,</div><div>when they said my answer keep changing.</div><div>For an example,</div><div>i like Sammi Cheng last time didn't mean i still like her also.</div><div>But also didn't mean i boycott her or what.</div><div>just mood and feel change already only.</div><div>As simple as that.</div><div>why need think so much?</div><div><br /></div><div>I can kiss you suddenly on the road.</div><div>i won't care place or time,</div><div>or isn't there have a lot of people watching.</div><div>I kiss cos i want to.</div><div>I hug cos i like.</div><div>All just depend on my mood and my feel.</div><div>If i like you, i can be what i want and what you want.</div><div>I can crazy as that.</div><div>But if i don't like you,</div><div>don't ever wish i will show you friendly.</div><div>or maybe i will too.</div><div>but just fake.</div><div>If you smart enough then you will know that I DON'T LIKE YOU.</div><div>If not, then just god bless you to wake up from dream early.</div><div><br /></div><div>I can be whatever i want.</div><div>I don't know what will be in the future.</div><div>But i just don't want to care so much.</div><div>Just i do what i want now.</div><div><br /></div><div>Just to remember,</div><div>Everything can be change.</div><div>Nothing is impossible.</div><div>I just don't wanna to be fix.</div><div><br /></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">I am out of RULES and FORMULAS. </span></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-1248774952479285551?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-27126694610002672742009-09-26T19:23:00.002+08:002009-09-26T19:28:38.625+08:00Am i carry too much?<br /><br />I have decided to let go.<br />All people agree with that.<br />That will be the greatest result to me...<br />They said so.<br /><br />But why i feel weird?<br /><br />Am i already get used with that?<br />I afraid the answer will be yes...<br />I should control it...<br />I should and i must...<br />I dont want to make it mess again anymore.<br /><br />When there already have no one care about it,<br />why i still hold it so tight?<br /><br />Let it go...please...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-2712669461000267274?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-4623411272316532802009-09-25T12:42:00.003+08:002009-09-25T12:52:12.921+08:00我又丢面了。<div>不过你应该不知道吧。</div><div>问题是我提的。</div><div>答案我也知道。</div><div>就是还是忍不住也止不住。</div><div><br /></div><div>情况依然一样。</div><div>位子却不同。</div><div>你却告诉我，</div><div>你相信我有我的理由。</div><div>其实我是残忍的。</div><div>你看不到我，</div><div>你听不到我，</div><div>却知道我。</div><div><br /></div><div>我知道你和我一样。</div><div>我却还要挑起你的情绪。</div><div>我知道你已经很累了。</div><div>你却告诉我还要陪陪我。</div><div>你不断哄我笑，</div><div>我说我笑了，</div><div>但事实上我没有。</div><div><br /></div><div>有些东西我知道不该，</div><div>可惜现在我只想离开。</div><div>我想到一个地方透透气。</div><div>我想到一个很安静的地方。</div><div>我想什么都不管。</div><div>我想</div><div>我想</div><div>我想什么都不说，什么都不想。</div><div>我想就这样。</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-462341127231653280?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-51326757320977941342009-09-25T01:10:00.002+08:002009-09-25T01:13:40.403+08:00就这样吧。<br />好好的。<br />静静的。<br />空空的。<br /><br />Close everything.<br />End all connection.<br />Make a pretty ending.<br />Do a new change for myself.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-5132675732097794134?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-45794996134582498382009-09-23T22:02:00.003+08:002009-09-23T22:25:10.850+08:00总是在特别的日子，<br />总是在特别的决定，<br />你就在我身边。<br /><br />这几年总是这样。<br />没有特别约好。<br />等我发现到，<br />你已到我家门口。<br /><br />也不懂为什么。<br />总在我的房间，<br />你会慢慢的哭。<br />你看着我，<br />总是眼眶湿湿。<br />有些东西，<br />忍多了会内伤。<br /><br />走了这里，<br />走了那里，<br />我们又回到原点。<br />其实我们并不是那么喜欢这个原点，<br />却也没有任何地方可去。<br /><br />或许，<br />这个原点是我们的出发点。<br />再重新出发，一切都焕然一新。<br /><br />也或许，<br />这个原点是我们的最重点。<br />我们就这样吧。<br /><br />很多时候当我一个人时，<br />我会想到我们以前的疯狂。<br />傻傻的，<br />我又骑着脚踏车到你家门口，<br />你傻呼呼坐在地上等我。<br /><br />现在，<br />你驾着你买的汽车到我家门口，<br />我坐上你的车随你到处走走。<br /><br />我们站在不同的位子，<br />面对着同样的局面。<br />我可以无所谓。<br />你却不得不执著。<br /><br />有时我会觉得你的步伐比我快很多。<br />我总想快一点追上你。<br />当现在我还是只能看见你的背影。<br /><br />有一天，<br />当我真的站在和你一样的地方时，<br />我们去旅行吧。<br /><br />You'll be okay.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-4579499613458249838?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-79802572408274261472009-09-20T11:00:00.002+08:002009-09-20T11:20:23.281+08:00有时候我也会觉得我变了很多。<br />从我的言语中，态度中，<br />朋友总是变现出不可思议的样子，<br />有点难以自信的跟我说“我变了”。<br /><br />我想我知道什么时候开始改变。<br />我不觉得以前的我很软弱，<br />改变只不过是让自己更强。<br /><br />有些人我不打算忍耐。<br />有些事我不打算妥协。<br />我为了什么忍耐?<br />我为了什么妥协?<br />你又凭什么值得让我这么做?<br /><br />我并没有特别斤斤计较。<br />只是当你给我的平衡已失去时，<br />我为什么不能把你放在天平上掂量你对我有多重要?<br />有多值得我继续盲目的为你付出?<br /><br />有些人我可以很勇敢对干回去。<br />有些事我可以很勇敢的放手。<br />所有东西本来就从无到有。<br />我为什么还要怕失去?<br /><br />我不说粗口，<br />也不比任何手势，<br />但我可以做的比那更狠。<br /><br />这种算不算暴躁?<br />有时真的没什么所谓。<br />那只不过是一部分的自己。<br />人不犯我，我不犯人。<br /><br />我老妈老是说我很倔强，很硬颈。<br />她说女人这样的性格在这样的社会是很“泄底"的。<br />可惜我太难被感动。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-7980257240827426147?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-49150925644275692812009-09-18T14:24:00.003+08:002009-09-18T15:24:45.262+08:00Time is flies but i still walking slow...<div>when i looking back,</div><div>i know i still have a lot thing is waiting me to settle.</div><div><br /></div><div>i have no excuses for myself.</div><div>cause' i know i am keep run away from those rubbish thing to avoid facing them.</div><div>i dont know why.</div><div>or maybe i know...</div><div><br /></div><div>making decision always a big problem to me.</div><div>i scare i have make a wrong decision.</div><div>i scare i will regret.</div><div>and i scare something i cant get back when i regret.</div><div><br /></div><div>time is pushing me go forward.</div><div>but i seem like haven't make a decision for myself.</div><div>i think i just dont like to be a bad guy.</div><div><br /></div><div>end up,</div><div>this is my black side in my inner heart.</div><div>2009,</div><div>end soon.</div><div>and it is the last chance to decide</div><div>either move forward or still stay here...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-4915092564427569281?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-84243230286457655142009-09-14T01:44:00.002+08:002009-09-14T01:51:17.411+08:00就这样。<br />我就这样抛下我的sotong仔和我的FYP爱相随~<br />现在西宫走了，<br />我又回来找我的东宫~<br /><br />看它几十天没吃饭，<br />饿扁了，<br />该是时候喂它一下。<br /><br />Emm...<br />今天稍微整理一下房间，<br />整齐多了。<br />明天会再继续。<br />有时候挺喜欢这样的。<br />房间就像是我的心。<br />隐秘且私人。<br />打扫后，<br />垃圾不见了，<br />心情也舒畅了。<br /><br />把不要的都丢了，<br />把值得的都留下。<br /><br />突然想到明天的计划，<br />还蛮满的。<br />我想我很久没一个人出去走走了。<br />希望明天是个好天气。<br /><br />:)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-8424323028645765514?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-10778783904588781352009-08-26T22:11:00.008+08:002009-08-26T22:52:34.341+08:00<div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374276586945158274" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQLszd7YcE/SpVEFOmQnII/AAAAAAAAAL8/Q0yjmg7spmc/s320/DSC04402.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374276492003854770" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQLszd7YcE/SpVD_s6fSbI/AAAAAAAAAL0/rAi8_YqSrbI/s320/DSC04404.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQLszd7YcE/SpVD37N8xKI/AAAAAAAAALs/Cv-QJiHeSMI/s1600-h/DSC04400.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374276358404621474" style="WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQLszd7YcE/SpVD37N8xKI/AAAAAAAAALs/Cv-QJiHeSMI/s320/DSC04400.JPG" border="0" /></a> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374276237512738402" style="WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQLszd7YcE/SpVDw43FBmI/AAAAAAAAALk/F4pQvN8__oU/s320/DSC04399.JPG" border="0" /> <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQLszd7YcE/SpVEJ1twZoI/AAAAAAAAAME/Rr0iI8WOmTY/s1600-h/DSC04405.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374276666165061250" style="WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQLszd7YcE/SpVEJ1twZoI/AAAAAAAAAME/Rr0iI8WOmTY/s320/DSC04405.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div align="left">今天去了一趟Mid Valley。</div><div align="left">要踏巴士回家时，</div><div align="left">经过那条去KTM的天桥被一个男生叫住。</div><div align="left">一直小姐小姐的叫，</div><div align="left">我以为是捐钱或是促销，</div><div align="left">所以我并不打算鸟他，</div><div align="left">他有他叫，</div><div align="left">我有我走。</div><div align="left"> </div></br><div align="left">可是他就突然挡在我面前，</div><div align="left">说只是叫我开个cuopon去赢奖的。</div><div align="left">一直说这是Mega sales的赢奖游戏。</div><div align="left">如果打开只出现大大的" Thank You" 就代表没中，</div><div align="left">不过他可以拿回公司抽一块钱佣金代表他有工作。</div><div align="left">我手上一大堆东西而且也很累，</div><div align="left">就叫他自己帮我打开吧。</div><div align="left">我从来不觉得我有偏财运，</div><div align="left">从来不会觉得我会中咯！</div><div align="left">我只想他快快开了，</div><div align="left">然后看到大大的" Thank You" 就放我回家。</div><div align="left"> </div></br><div align="left">然后hor，</div><div align="left">就突然那条" 谋里"很大声的恭喜我，</div><div align="left">说我中了special gift wor~</div><div align="left">全马来西亚只有7个人会中的wor~</div><div align="left">听到这个消息，</div><div align="left">我直接傻眼去。</div><div align="left">因为是不可能的。</div><div align="left">哪有可能这么巧刚好我就是那7个人！</div><div align="left"> </div></br><div align="left">他就一直弄出很不可思议的样子~</div><div align="left">然后一直问我有没有看报纸电视之类的~</div><div align="left">一直告诉我奖品很丰富~</div><div align="left">有车tim~</div><div align="left">最少都有七千块wor~~</div><div align="left">很诱人hor?</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">然后他就问我有没有用ATM card,</div><div align="left">如果有的话，</div><div align="left">赢到轿车就可以免路税wor~~</div><div align="left">老实说什么路不路税的，</div><div align="left">我一点也不明白。</div><div align="left">不管怎样，</div><div align="left">我一点也不想告诉他我有用ATM card。</div><div align="left">就骗他说没有咯。</div><div align="left"> </div></br><div align="left">然后他就说那就要付路税了，</div><div align="left">不过还可以去用我的coupon去换汽车wor~</div><div align="left">问我有没有车或驾车证之类的，</div><div align="left">如果有可以现在驾去他的公司去scan coupon里面的灰色圈圈，</div><div align="left">圈圈就会显示我赢到奖品wor~</div><div align="left">他还叫另一个同伴一起演戏~</div><div align="left">两个好像很惊讶的样子~</div><div align="left">一直叫我赢到奖品就请他吃饭wor~</div><div align="left">=.=lll</div><div align="left"> </div></br><div align="left">当时我在想，</div><div align="left">如果真的是mega sales的赢奖游戏，</div><div align="left">为什么会是在这里派coupon的？</div><div align="left">mid valley就在前面wor~</div><div align="left">理应是在里面举行的wor~</div><div align="left">再说，</div><div align="left">我又没有买mega sales里的东西，</div><div align="left">凭什么我平白无故就这样赢得那么贵的东西？</div><div align="left">而且，</div><div align="left">coupon里面没有详细资料，</div><div align="left">连联络方式都没有，</div><div align="left">那有这样的coupon?</div></br><div align="left">到最后是他自己写上地址与他的联络号码，</div><div align="left">很贴心的说去之前call他wor~</div><div align="left">不会去还可以告诉我怎么去wor~</div></br><div align="left">=.=lll</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">甘大果蛤蜊随街跳咩?</div><div align="left">你当我傻ga？</div><div align="left"> </div></br><div align="left">回到家就上网找一下资料，</div><div align="left">结果看到这个：</div><div align="left"><a href="http://forum.lowyat.net/topic/1002003">http://forum.lowyat.net/topic/1002003</a></div><div align="left">看来相同的东西层出不穷。</div><div align="left">从Sg Wang, Ts 到 Mid Valley都有。</div></br><div align="left">世风日下，</div><div align="left">两个年轻人在街上骗人。</div><div align="left">如果我是你妈，</div><div align="left">真系生块叉烧都好过生你!</div><div align="left"> </div></br><div align="left">上图就是那个骗人的coupon的样子还有那条水的电话号码。</div><div align="left">谁得空，晚上睡不着就call他一下吧~</div><div align="left">他空虚，</div><div align="left">他寂寞，</div><div align="left">他冻啊~~~</div><div align="left"> </div></br></br><div align="left">谁经过shopping mall遇到这些人就小心一点吧~</div><div align="center"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-1077878390458878135?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-48514183786260598002009-08-26T01:58:00.002+08:002009-08-26T03:20:49.033+08:00我喜欢天空。<br />每一次坐巴士，<br />我都会坐靠窗的位子。<br />我都会一面望向蓝蓝的天空，一面听歌。<br /><br />我会想，<br />为什么我不是云？<br />很想要随风飘动，什么也不想。<br /><br />云很简单。<br />心情好的时候，<br />白白的，<br />像棉花糖。<br />软软的，<br />睡下去应该会很舒服。<br />太阳的照射也会让它暖暖的吧。<br /><br />心情不好时，<br />黑黑的，<br />还会发出雷声，<br />好像害怕别人忽略了它的心情。<br />一声一声告诉着，<br />“我在生气，我不开心。”<br /><br />云的心情很容易抓摸。<br />云的心情都摆在眼前。<br />云，<br />不会戴面具。<br /><br />如果我是云，<br />那天空那么大，<br />我最后的憩息点会在那里呢？<br />也许我的表情，我的心情，<br />可以是云的每个形状。<br />由他人去定义我的形状。<br />可以是对翅膀，也可以是坨大便。<br /><br />我喜欢高高在天上的感觉。<br />那会让我看到很多人事物。<br />我喜欢就静静的躺在那里。<br />看每个人上演的每个人生。<br /><br />有时候，<br />真的可以从沉默中看到不同的东西。<br />会心一笑。<br />我知道从观察中我又得到一件宝物。<br />把它放在口袋里，<br />闲时在放进心里，<br />细嚼慢咽。<br /><br />现在心很重。<br />站在分叉路口，<br />我却那里都不想去。<br />我只想往回头。<br />想回到以前无忧无虑的日子。<br />从以前到现在，<br />我一点都不想成为大人。<br />我讨厌复杂的事情。<br />那会让我头昏脑涨。<br />我不明白大人为什么不能简单一点。<br />大人却只会告诉我还小，还不明白。<br />我想说到了现在，<br />我还是不明白也不想明白。<br /><br />有些事情，<br />我不说不代表我不知道。<br />只不过我想保持沉默，<br />让自己头脑再清楚一点。<br /><br />但有些事情，<br />我不说，<br />你就真的不知道。<br />那是我们的差别。<br /><br />如果我是云，<br />那该多好？<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-4851418378626059800?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-37313590239588995152009-08-25T01:20:00.002+08:002009-08-25T02:26:13.773+08:00就是有一种感觉蔓延在心中。<br />我想我又开始了。<br /><br />冷冷的。<br />静静的。<br />熟悉但厌恶的感觉。<br />也许我不该说厌恶，<br />毕竟这让我保持清醒。<br /><br />一段时间，<br />异常兴奋。<br />一段时间，<br />异常冷静。<br /><br />冷冷的看着镜子，<br />我是谁？<br /><br />许久不见的某人今天找我。<br />问了我一个问题，<br />那个早该就问的问题。<br />但我知道原来他是不知情的。<br />好吧。<br />都是一样的。<br />你说的话，我先收着。<br />如果你实现你的承诺的话，<br />我想我也许知道我扮演着什么角色。<br /><br />到最后，<br />我还是觉得好冷。<br />我，<br />不像我。<br />也许你说得对，<br />我是变了。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-3731359023958899515?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-20091545629154793602009-08-20T01:49:00.004+08:002009-08-20T03:23:49.310+08:00其实很难过。<br />讨厌无能为力的自己。<br />我想说我尽力了，<br />但却不满意。<br />一瞬间，<br />那颗星星消失了。<br /><br />其实真的很想哭。<br />但眼睛太干，<br />流不出一滴泪。<br /><br />其实很心痛。<br />想笑但我笑不出。<br /><br /><br />其实不想那么灰。<br />但我现在看不到光。<br /><br />其实很想什么都不管。<br />但我知道逃避不了。<br />懦夫做不了一辈子。<br /><br />这个不好。<br />那个不好。<br />我不知道什么才是好的。<br />觉得自己头大无脑，脑大生草。<br />这么大个脑却想不到一点有用的东西。<br /><br />像似浮在水面上，<br />飘浮不定。<br />随时会沉下去。<br />随时我就这样一睡不醒。<br /><br /><br /><br />其实我需要一个拥抱，一个安慰。<br /><br />今晚会是个失眠夜吗?<br />我不知道。<br />现在一点睡意都没有。<br /><br />心，<br />继续往下沉。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-2009154562915479360?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-19860072188854344242009-08-17T15:25:00.002+08:002009-08-17T15:38:19.170+08:00是不是大声说话就代表有道理？<br />是不是保持沉默代表我有罪？<br />其实我只是选择接受现实。<br />争吵解决不到事实。<br /><br />有些生活方式重复又再重复。<br />我好累。<br />有些话我说了又再说。<br />但没人在听。<br />我不过是对牛弹琴。<br />我太天真，<br />以为你有天会明白。<br />我把你想得太好。<br />我还未看清你是自私的。<br /><br />你不是女人，<br />所以你不懂。<br />我不是男人，<br />我也不懂你。<br />但你从未想要认真了解过。<br />这样的关系，<br />你要么？<br /><br /><br />好累好累。<br />下辈子我不做女人。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-1986007218885434424?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-8980281949867008232009-08-15T01:17:00.005+08:002009-08-15T01:31:16.987+08:00我讨厌抱怨声。<br />如果你不想要，<br />没关系。<br />你可以大声发表你的意见。<br />我会乐意接受。<br /><br />请不要自己心甘情愿做了之后才投诉一大堆。<br />你的男人其实真的觉得没什么大不了。<br />但他不耐烦你的抱怨一箩箩。<br />我也懒得理。<br /><br />你抱怨是为了什么？<br />只不过想告诉别人你有多辛苦，多累。<br />然后呢？<br />我们走的路也许不同。<br />但不代表我不辛苦，不累的。<br />但我从没有告诉你我有多辛苦，多累。<br /><br />你的男人说了那么多，<br />然后呢？<br />你信吗？<br />你很清楚他只是说说而已，<br />敷衍你而已。<br />把我的头切下来，<br />我也不信他真的那么好。<br />如果是真的话，<br />我又何苦为你做那么多？<br /><br />你心知肚明吧。<br />如果你喜欢这样继续抱怨会对事情有所帮助，<br />那我不会阻止你。<br />继续吧。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-898028194986700823?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-13576160629505605702009-08-13T18:15:00.004+08:002009-08-13T20:45:57.612+08:00今天有点心凉也有点不甘。<br />不管怎样，<br />我都要学习接受。<br /><br />这个世界也许就存在那么一点不公平。<br />很早就知道，<br />这个社会充斥着许多人渣与粉肠。<br />学习放开自己。<br />学习不理一切。<br />学习忠于自己。<br />学习自私一点。<br />学习把自己变成机械人。<br /><br />就当作是教训一场吧。<br />没有人是特别的。<br />其实都是一样自私的。<br />我会继续付出，<br />但我会学会带眼识人。<br /><br />有些人并不值得我付出。<br />有些人并不值得我对他微笑。<br /><br />加油吧！<br />我的人生还很长。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-1357616062950560570?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-1285228547866446822009-08-13T00:45:00.003+08:002009-08-13T00:57:55.996+08:00头很痛。<br />但我还不想睡。<br />却也什么也不想做。<br /><br />我在我的头脑设下了路障，<br />却拦不了蜂拥而上的思绪。<br /><br />感觉上整个人不是我的。<br /><br />眼睛好累。<br />身体好热。<br />骨子很酸。<br />但我还是不停不停听着那一首首的老歌。<br /><br />有些歌你不想再听，<br />但还是不忍按下停止键。<br /><br />其实我很害怕。<br />听了一回又一回，<br />我是这样的犯贱。<br /><br />慢慢的，<br />我发现我把你弄不见了。<br />慢慢的，<br />我把我们之间给模糊了。<br /><br />对我来说，<br />没什么所谓。<br />也没什么情绪。<br />就只是静静的听你说着说着。<br /><br />很多时候，<br />我把电话就这么关了。<br />不想接听任何电话。<br />不想看任何信息。<br />谢谢关心。<br /><br />我忘了什么时候学得那么冷静。<br /><br />肚子也来凑一脚。<br />隐隐作痛。<br />我并不想理会。<br /><br />其实有点难过。<br />其实有点失望。<br />其实想要点安慰。<br />其实很想离开。<br /><br />确确实实觉得自己贱过低地泥。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-128522854786644682?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-24263778970098766542009-08-12T12:37:00.002+08:002009-08-12T13:06:22.156+08:00很明显的看图说故事。<br />我默默不出声。<br />也不打算问。<br />因为我不想鸡婆。<br /><br />感激你自动自发爆料。<br />我想我明白为什么。<br />事情与我无关，<br />但身同感受。<br /><br />我以为你是不一样的。<br />原来你也不过如此。<br /><br />都是一样。<br /><br />感激你告诉我，<br />原来游戏可以这样玩的。<br />希望以后你不会PK 吧。<br />小心走路。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-2426377897009876654?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-8534550670237528092009-08-10T16:39:00.003+08:002009-08-10T16:49:23.951+08:00<div align="center">不想知道什么。</div><div align="center">不想去猜为什么。</div><div align="center">头脑需要停下来。</div><div align="center"> </div></br><div align="center">不要问我为什么。</div><div align="center">因为我也不想。</div><div align="center"> </div></br><div align="center">忽冷忽热。</div><div align="center">或许就该如此。</div><div align="center"> </div></br><div align="center">原来我真的可以很冷静。</div><div align="center">冷静到我已经怀疑我是人</div></br><div align="center">还是</div></br><div align="center">机械人。</div><div align="center"> </div></br><div align="center">说了什么，</div><div align="center">作了什么，</div><div align="center">我都可以无动于衷。</div><div align="center">是不是这样就代表我不关心？</div></br><div align="center">两者之间其实并没有什么联系。</div><div align="center"> </div></br><div align="center">懂得去自我思考是件好事。</div><div align="center">懂得从情感跳出来</div><div align="center">是好事</div></br><div align="center">还是</div></br><div align="center">坏事？</div><div align="center"> </div></br></br><div align="center">最近想太多了。</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-853455067023752809?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-76628178711816877492009-08-10T00:44:00.003+08:002009-08-10T00:58:06.952+08:00忘了是谁告诉我，<br />我是个很容易受他人情绪影响的人。<br />别人开心 = 我开心<br />别人难过 = 我难过<br />这是好事还是坏事?<br /><br />很多事情，我们是知道的。<br />很多是非，我们分得清对与错。<br />但，我们却暗自作了我们口里鄙视的那一个人做的那一件事。<br /><br />其实我们都一样。<br />没什么不同。<br />这个世界上没有100份的好人。<br />只是善于隐藏他的阴暗面。<br /><br />没什么的。<br />只是有时候我们要学习跳出来。<br />从他的角度看他的态度，<br />也许你就不会觉得他那么坏了。<br /><br />你，我，他，<br />都是一样的。<br />没有谁比谁好。<br />只是我不会戳穿你小心翼翼隐藏起来的东西。<br />或许，<br />你自己也不知道吧。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-7662817871181687749?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-13229526946352648192009-07-26T23:07:00.004+08:002009-07-26T23:16:11.015+08:00<div align="center">现在的感觉犹如...</div><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQLszd7YcE/SmxxVha6CBI/AAAAAAAAALU/gCfJUiPrSgM/s1600-h/munch.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362785870853834770" style="WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQLszd7YcE/SmxxVha6CBI/AAAAAAAAALU/gCfJUiPrSgM/s320/munch.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center">Edward Munch的SCREAM!!!</div><div align="center">又能如何呢？</div><div align="center">神早流流看到这样一个消息，</div><div align="center">心情是dawn down down...</div><div align="center">心里很想scream scream scream...</div><div align="center">我只不过想要点安乐茶饭吃jek...</div><div align="center">要这样赶尽杀绝吗?</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">现在决定，</div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">不----鸟----你</div><div align="center">(暂时...)</div><div align="center"> </div></br></br><div align="center">我忍你！！！！</div><div align="center">忍忍忍忍忍忍！</div><div align="center">忍人所不能忍也!!!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-1322952694635264819?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-12098584418346900062009-07-20T15:35:00.004+08:002009-07-20T15:43:18.917+08:00<div align="center">习惯性当自己被推向最巅峰时，</div><div align="center">就会慢慢，慢慢的自我退缩。</div><div align="center"> </div></br><div align="center">习惯性将自己推去死路，</div><div align="center">现在一塌糊涂，</div><div align="center">我却不想收拾。</div><div align="center"> </div></br><div align="center">谁是最后赢家，</div><div align="center">留给天决定。</div><div align="center"> </div></br><div align="center">我是颓废的。</div><div align="center"> </div></br><div align="center">习惯性，</div><div align="center">慢慢慢慢把自己忘记。</div><div align="center">也慢慢丢掉所有东西。</div><div align="center"> </div></br><div align="center">习惯性自我催眠...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-1209858441834690006?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-65520343235175704362009-07-20T01:07:00.002+08:002009-07-20T01:34:01.747+08:00多亏面书，我找回许多中学的朋友。<br />虽然不太熟却也分外觉得亲切。<br />看着一对从中学到现在还在一起的情侣，<br />看着我崇拜的学长到国外长翅高飞，<br />看着大家都还生活的不错，<br />心里倒是挺高兴的。<br />当初毕业时并没预料今天会是这样的相遇。<br />幸会的是我们都还记得对方。<br /><br />只是今天不是很开心看到某一人。<br />不是朋友但是是我学长的女友。<br />还记得当初我们所有人听到他俩在一起时的消息吓倒傻去了。<br />不明白为何他会如此选择。<br />因为...那位小姐还挺任性的说。<br />但毕竟是人家的选择，我们也不好出声。<br />结果他们在一起没多久就切了!<br />还是那位小姐甩的。<br />老实说，那位学长还挺帅的。<br />但女的就...呵呵。不予置评。<br />那位学长当时还哭了。<br />他是我看到第一位哭的男生。<br /><br />后来他们又和好了，又在一起了。<br />但我很记得新年聚会时，那位小姐的态度是多么恶劣。<br />但现在我不想再提，免得吐血。<br />只是不明白为何学长可以忍受那么多...<br />爱情不是我能理解的。<br /><br />许久没联络，<br />现在在面书看到的，<br />站在她的旁边的已不是他，是另一个人。<br />但我从相簿看到，<br />她还放着他与她的甜蜜照！<br />日期只不过是去年年尾。<br />而现在她已有了另一个。<br />讽刺的是同一个相簿，<br />有前任男友与现任男友的照片。<br />好奇两位男主角是怎么样的心情。<br /><br />我没那学长的电话，<br />但很担心他一下。<br />有时候有些事情不是想象中那么完美。<br />看得出他很喜欢他。<br />谁对谁错，并不清楚。<br />只觉得惆怅。<br /><br />有些人爱很久，越久越爱。<br />有些人到中间就放开了手。<br />希望他不会太难过。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-6552034323517570436?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-20419841498865930872009-07-15T23:11:00.003+08:002009-07-15T23:21:58.419+08:00天气热，容易发猛憎。<br />环境坏，会想要打人。<br /><br />很讨厌某些人。<br />因为某些原因。<br />心情郁闷。<br />如果真的有心，<br />所有东西都很好。<br />明知故问，<br />前世没被我打过。<br /><br />失去控制力，<br />却也不想控制自己。<br />不要问我好不好。<br />并不想让你知道。<br />并不想跟你好说话。<br /><br />不要对我要求任何东西。<br />我不想鸟你。<br /><br />真相是伤人的但也是要学习接受。<br />种种事情显示我是不懂死字怎么写。<br />种种事情显示我喜欢挖个陷阱给我自己。<br /><br />是乱。<br />也是复杂。<br />更是...ROJAK...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-2041984149886593087?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-64999969332167358502009-07-14T14:04:00.001+08:002009-07-14T14:06:48.688+08:00<embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://i172.photobucket.com/albums/w24/shigai_bbd/2009/SG_144.swf" width="180" height="240" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="opaque"></embed><br /><br />夏天。。。<br />很热。。。<br />来点刺激的音乐来摇滚一下。<br /><br />把头甩一甩，<br />把讨厌的都甩掉吧！<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-6499996933216735850?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-87765932777510055382009-07-10T22:58:00.003+08:002009-07-10T23:14:50.391+08:00有人说人生一定有苦有甜。<br />可是我很贪心。<br />我只想要甜的。<br /><br />有时候，所谓的苦是人为的。<br />也许就是缺乏那一点点的沟通，<br />多拿一点点的误会，<br />心里就会尝到那种苦涩的滋味。<br /><br />那种苦难以下咽。<br />明明可以选择甜的糖果，<br />为什么偏偏吃了黄莲呢？<br />选择一直在人的手上。<br />逃避不是办法，<br />只不过是掩耳盗铃。<br /><br />我没什么耐心。<br />也不想浪费时间。<br />对我来说，<br />有那句就说那句，<br />扭扭捏捏的会让我想杀人。<br />猜人心理这种烂漫事情不会发生在我身上。<br />我没有这个美国时间去估吓估吓。<br /><br />当我按下开始的按钮，<br />我希望我做的决定不会让我后悔。<br />我想要甜的人生。<br />很难实现吗？<br />但我依然期待，<br />期待我尝到甜的滋味。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-8776593277751005538?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-38780072283083784592009-07-08T18:31:00.003+08:002009-07-08T18:37:50.932+08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQLszd7YcE/SlR1wWpwKKI/AAAAAAAAAK8/aMi96tfRHpU/s1600-h/img10211.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356035330425235618" style="WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQLszd7YcE/SlR1wWpwKKI/AAAAAAAAAK8/aMi96tfRHpU/s320/img10211.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div></br><div align="center">有个坏习惯。</div><div align="center">心情不好时，</div><div align="center">总会画画。</div></br><div align="center">一直画一直画，</div><div align="center">我不知道什么时候会停。</div><div align="center">也许只想把我心里的烦躁画出来。</div><div align="center"> </div></br><div align="center">用一只钢笔，</div><div align="center">把一本书给画满了。</div><div align="center">才发现全是哭泣的脸。</div><div align="center"> </div></br><div align="center">画完后，</div><div align="center">心里很痛很痛。</div><div align="center">但我什么也不想做。</div><div align="center"> </div></br><div align="center">我想我很久没这么画过了。</div><div align="center">这么久以来，</div><div align="center">就属今天画最多。。。</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-3878007228308378459?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-58229429174626385732009-07-08T00:09:00.002+08:002009-07-08T00:15:23.127+08:00看了又看。<br />原来我曾经看过你。<br />无端端我认识你却不知道那个是你。<br /><br />翻回以前的回忆，<br />看到你的足迹。<br />当时的我并没有把你认出来。<br /><br />世界真的好小。<br />转来转去，<br />原来你一直都在。<br />转来转去，<br />突然你就出现在我眼前。<br /><br />如果世界真的那么小，<br />为何我最想见到的偏偏见不到呢？<br />也也许他曾经经过，<br />但我没发现，<br />让他走了。<br /><br />看回以前的照片，回忆，<br />感触良多。<br />这么多年以后，<br />你还好吗？<br /><br />最近很喜欢‘以前’，<br />一直一直往后看，<br />但我已不能往后走了。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-5822942917462638573?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-30964497916811715582009-07-07T21:55:00.003+08:002009-07-07T22:16:37.183+08:00今天，很累。<br />什么也没做，也累。<br />觉得自己快变成阿婆了。<br /><br />昨晚A先生call in,<br />真下衰...<br />我居然在电话里哭给他看...<br />==<br />虽然只有一点点，<br />却觉得自己很没用。<br />每一天，<br />开着电脑，<br />我望着它，它望着我。<br />我们就这样互看。<br />中学的时候很喜欢画画。<br />画到整本课本都是，<br />所有朋友都觉得我读这个是对的。<br />只是当兴趣变成赚钱的工具就开始累了。<br /><br />我不停的画啊画。<br />老师不停的ban啊ban。。。<br /><br />很怀念那一段时期。<br />做工完毕就回家，<br />什么也不用想。<br />偶尔还一个星期铲上去云顶2次。<br />快要变成uncle lim的VVIP了。<br /><br />现在只能回想，怀念。<br />怀念最颓废的时候。<br />怀念最疯狂的自己。<br />怀念最美好的时光。<br /><br />---------------------------------------------------<br />听了母老虎说的话。<br />有点开心也有点难过。<br />明年的今天也许你们不会在同一个地方找到我了。<br />离开是一件好事吧。<br />只是不懂什么时候可以再见。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-3096449791681171558?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-78799057457027872922009-07-06T20:13:00.003+08:002009-07-06T20:25:58.996+08:00今天一早是很不开心，很生气的。<br />看到一些我不想看的东西。<br />想起一些我已丢弃的东西。<br />把两者连结起来，<br />才发现自己真的是白痴。<br /><br />有些东西我很想傻傻的相信。<br />我不想承认自己后悔。<br />偏偏你把事实丢在我的脸前。<br />我无法再视若无睹。<br />真的以为不看不听不想会好过一点。<br />现实总是把我摇醒。<br /><br />现在的心情不是言语可以形容。<br />没有心情做任何事也不想做任何事。<br />有种冲动要大哭一场，<br />可惜我没有眼泪。<br />我把音乐开得很大，<br />我不想管我的耳朵是否会坏掉，<br />只是这一刻，<br />我不想想任何关于任何人的东西。<br />很可惜的是，<br />我的心还是无法平静。<br />连发泄的机会都不给我。<br /><br />信息，电话，<br />我不想回。<br />现在很想很想离开。<br />能不能把日期提早？<br />我想离开这里。<br />并不想被你找到。<br /><br />罪魁祸首也许是我。<br />如果我狠得下心，<br />也许这一切会不一样。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-7879905745702787292?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-43510961434277383172009-06-30T16:31:00.004+08:002009-06-30T17:12:23.167+08:00<div align="center">我等着你pk,</div><div align="center">我等着你pk,</div><div align="center">你怎么不pk,</div><div align="center">你怎么不pk~</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;">(请用‘我等着你回来' 的音乐唱~)</span></div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">就是不喜欢有些人明明做错却还是假装无辜。</div><div align="center">就是不喜欢有些人自以为是自己真的烂有宝。</div><div align="center">就是不喜欢有些人自以为自己是个绝世好人。</div><div align="center">就是不喜欢有些人自以为自己假装是个好人，去打击坏人。</div><br /><div align="center">偏偏这条粉肠其实是个坏人，</div><div align="center">他却还在发白日梦，</div><div align="center">实在是mong seng seng!</div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">怎样？</div><div align="center">我很粗俗吗？</div><div align="center">又怎样？</div><div align="center">你是该骂啊？</div><div align="center">看不到我一面对你鄙视的样子吗？</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">我就放长双眼，</div><div align="center">看你几时pk!</div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">等那一天你真的pk时，</div><div align="center">我会大肆放鞭炮为你庆祝~</div><div align="center">祝你年年有今日~</div><div align="center">岁岁有今朝~</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center">原本心情很好的。</div><div align="center">就是不懂为什么看到你一脸欠揍的样子就火滚了。</div><div align="center">好吧！</div><div align="center">承认你真的很鬼死样衰。</div><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">如果你觉得我在讲你，</div><div align="center">那证明你自己也觉得自己是条粉肠~</div><div align="center">你要对号入座，</div><div align="center">我不会阻止~</div><div align="center">我可是没有指名道姓说谁哦~</div><div align="center">别想用law告我诽谤~</div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">讲开又讲，</div><div align="center">你几时pk jek?</div><div align="center">XD</div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-4351096143427738317?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-21499039380704270612009-06-27T00:25:00.002+08:002009-06-27T00:31:57.402+08:00有些东西，不说，<br />不代表不存在。<br /><br />有些难过，不说，<br />不代表我很开心。<br /><br />当我沉默时，<br />可知道我有多么烦恼？<br /><br />当我一个人时，<br />可有想过我的处境？<br /><br />也许你和我不一样，<br />也许你和我一样，<br />如果一样的话，<br />为什么不能从我的出发点想呢？<br /><br />毕竟我还是一个人。<br />有血有肉。<br />肩膀上的重量何时能减少？<br />我需要你的安慰。。。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-2149903938070427061?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-34152708314668379072009-06-25T21:29:00.003+08:002009-06-25T21:46:25.272+08:00心里乱糟糟的。<br />我想安抚下来，<br />但头脑不听我的。<br /><br />一直一直想，<br />看着外面的世界，<br />心里很不舒服，<br />却又无可奈何。<br />明白是一件事，<br />但做得到豁达的人有几个？<br /><br />想找个出口，<br />是真的找不到还是不敢去找？<br />是真的很难过。<br />但又能怎样？<br />拼了命的问自己还想怎样，<br />我想怎样也不轮到我想。<br /><br />像破了个大洞似的，<br />鲜血不停在流，<br />而我却不想去阻止那伤痛。<br />有些东西就算复原了，<br />伤痕永远也不会消失。<br />它不停的告诉我那一次的伤痛。<br /><br />踏出门外的那一刻，<br />纵然音乐快要轰炸我的耳朵，<br />那一声声的枪声还是传进我的耳朵。<br />吓了一大跳。<br />看见满地的尸体，<br />我只想快步的离开。<br />谁也不知道那一颗子弹是否会打进我的身体里。<br /><br />看着人潮很多，<br />带着奇怪的眼神看着凶手，<br />却不带怜悯的看着躺在地上的尸体。。。<br />我想他们何罪之有要沦落到这样的地步？<br /><br />誶。。。<br />心情更加不好了。。。<br />我讨厌我自己。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-3415270831466837907?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-73032183118564203332009-06-21T02:38:00.004+08:002009-06-21T02:59:28.228+08:00我很讨厌有些人明知故问。<br />明明知道的问题，<br />摆到眼前大大个字写得清清楚楚，<br />他还是要问你一大堆我想丢人的问题。<br /><br />遇到这种白烂的人我选择<br />不-加-理-会。<br />任由你叫破喉咙，<br />我不会假装看不到，听不到。<br /><br />我可以告诉你，<br />我真的死鬼忙！<br />黑眼圈越来越重！<br />当我忙到阿妈都不认得，烦到想翻桌时，<br />你敢敢死来啊支阿佐时，<br />我可以为了这样一点东西，<br />觉得忘记我对你的承诺与断绝友情。<br />管你觉得我没信用也好，没良心也好。。。<br />但请搞清楚一件事情，<br />我从来没有要反口的意思，<br />只是告诉你我很忙，<br />逛街的事情以后再说！<br />我是有交待的！<br />老娘的sem break都不知道还有没有的放假，还敢现在想逛街？？？<br />但你一而再，再而三的烦我的话，<br />我不介意当年的事情再发生一次！<br />但这次我不会再听你解释也不想再做朋友！<br />你很得空是你家的事与我无关！<br /><br />也许你该觉得光荣，<br />因为我居然第一次想对人骂脏话。<br />没错！<br />我就是在说你！<br />有本事在试下去我的facebook留一大堆废话，<br />信不信我<strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">BLOCK + DELECT</span></strong>啦！<br />你可以挑战我的脾气的。<br /><br /><br />*换了背景音乐，在家都把音响开到死鬼大声，<br />只是想轰炸自己的耳朵与心情。<br />最近心情有如计时炸弹，随时炸开。<br />生人勿近。<br />除了VVIP，我想那些普通朋友不会应酬太多。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-7303218311856420333?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-56764523492878960412009-06-17T17:51:00.002+08:002009-06-17T18:00:59.213+08:00难过时候，就会想起这首歌...<br />有时候，不需要多说什么，<br />只需要stand by me....<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n7P5jWu9JLo&amp;hl=zh_CN&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n7P5jWu9JLo&hl=zh_CN&fs=1&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />When the night has come<br />And the land is dark<br />And the moon is the only light we'll see<br />No I won't be afraid, no I won't be afraid<br />Just as long as you stand, stand by me<br />And darlin', darlin', stand by me,<br />oh now now stand by me, Stand by me, stand by me<br /><br />If the sky that we look upon<br />Should tumble and fall<br />And the mountains should crumble to the sea<br />I won't cry, I won't cry,<br />no I won't shed a tear<br />Just as long as you stand, stand by me<br />And darlin', darlin', stand by me,<br />oh stand by me,Stand by me, stand by me, stand by me-e, yeah<br /><br />Whenever you're in trouble<br />won't you stand by me,<br />now now stand by me<br />Oh stand by me, stand by me, stand by me<br />Darlin', darlin', stand by me-e,<br />stand by meOh stand by me,<br /> stand by me, stand by me<br /><br />original sound track by Ben E.King<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-5676452349287896041?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-36382706695712180262009-06-15T00:54:00.011+08:002009-06-15T01:38:51.771+08:00<div id="XK0J7bFk" 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/> <a href="javascript:decryptText('XK0J7bFk')">粉肠的代号</a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-3638270669571218026?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-21423235326667359712009-06-09T22:56:00.002+08:002009-06-09T23:25:30.584+08:00我不喜欢听你一直一直重复那句话。<br />也许对某些人来说，<br />你每说一个字都会让人甜入心坎。<br />但我就是比较脚踏实地。<br /><br />我也许在遇到挫折时会大哭，情绪不好，乱发脾气，<br />但我绝对不会期盼某某人来带我离开。<br />我只会期盼某些人来听我说话，开解我。<br /><br />我不会是那种小鸟依人，温柔软弱的女人。<br />从小我就习惯靠自己的努力去争取我要的东西。<br />我不想亏欠任何东西。<br />所以所谓的幸福不一定要男人给。<br />我可以自给自足。<br /><br />今天听见FYP的消息时，<br />老实说我是还好的。<br />只是要想一个很strong很strong的logo，<br />虽然我需要时间去等灵感来。。。<br />可是后来又说要来VCAM来做个video clip就整个都显去了。<br />拍不拍得成是个人能力的事情，<br />只是VCAM的数量本来就不多，<br />再加上Broachasting跟GD的juniors也需要用到，<br />试问班里60个人怎么去争呢...<br />显到...<br />那一刻确确实实想要走掉！<br />可是我没有那么潇洒。<br />不是那种“我挥一挥衣袖不带走一片云彩”那么潇洒。。。<br /><br />要知道我这么一挥的话，<br />挥掉的不只是我家人的金钱，期待，<br />也是我这2，3年的心血。。。<br />我不会甘心就这么毁掉一切。<br />我的时间是我自己的，<br />不为任何人多给一些。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-2142323532666735971?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-82780094392078541862009-06-08T12:40:00.005+08:002009-06-08T13:34:50.752+08:00昨晚，没事好做的我跑去跟Y先生看Terminator。<br />基本上看了他的trailer后我没抱太多希望我能看得明白。<br />再说，少了我的大只佬Arnod，我可以说是兴致缺缺。<br />没办法，人家当州长去了~守身如玉了~<br /><br />我们选了最后一排，远视野~<br />坐下没多久，我的左手边就坐了一对情侣。<br />他们看起来真的很像看戏，带了一堆零食+饮料。<br />我不以为然。<br /><br />广告时间时，那男的一直像个小孩般靠在女朋友身上。<br />黑暗中，我看见女生是肉肉型的而男的瘦到整只材似的。<br />看他们酱鬼死恩爱，我也不好打扰人家，就专注看我的戏。<br /><br />可是看到一半，我就觉得很压迫。<br />因为那女的越坐越靠近我的位子！<br />平常人都会坐在位子的中间嘛！<br />况且她又不是有肉到很肥的那种，干嘛一直靠过来叻？<br />坐得我很鬼死pik che！<br />我只好转过头看他搞什么鬼咯。<br /><br />他妈的！<br />不看还好，一看就要洗眼了！<br />那男的已经靠在女生的胸脯上了啦！！！<br />他的手还一直揉。。。她的胸脯。<br />看到真是眼火爆！<br />而且他根本没看戏，他的眼睛一直望着他的女友。。。的咪咪。<br />=_=lll<br /><br />算！<br />我继续看我的戏！<br />没多久，我听到很奇怪的声音。<br />很像老鼠的唧唧声又很像水声，可又不像我看着的剧情所发出来的音效。<br />我斜眼瞄去隔壁。<br />这一次，我。。。很想抓人来打！<br />他们，已经在用法吻亲来亲去了！<br />当然，那男的手没有停过，继续摸！<br />过后，Y先生也注意到了。<br />他小小声的告诉我，隔壁的那一pai野已经搞到男的手放进女生的裙子里了！！！<br />他妈妈的奶奶你！<br /><br />要搞干嘛来戏院？<br />特地给10块钱来玩是不是？<br />做么！戏院比较刺激吗？<br />人多比较好玩是不是？<br />还发出那种杀猪声！<br />真是@#$%&amp;*!@#$%^&amp;*!....<br /><br />我在那边忍了很鬼死久。<br />忍住不要去注意他们。<br />忍住专心看我的Terminator。<br />忍住不把我的拳头往他们脸上飞去。<br />倒是那个Y先生看得很津津有味。<br />他的头一直望去我的左边看现场直播。<br />鸡蛋糕。。。<br /><br />有很多次我很想告诉他们，<br />“厕所就在戏院隔壁，你们要不要去那边搞？”<br />前前后后，他们搞了差不多45分钟酱就离开现场了，再也没回来了。<br />Y先生说，那男的beh tahan了，去motel了。<br /><br />看完戏之后还是觉得很气。<br />不懂现在的人头脑想什么。<br />因为这次不是第一次遇到这些事情了！<br />上一次看《证人》时也遇过！<br /><span style="font-size:85%;">详细案情，请按</span><a href="http://sotongrice.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post_08.html"><span style="font-size:85%;"> 这里。</span></a><br />只是上一次没有这一次那么过分。<br /><br />感觉上我看戏时都会遇到这种事情。<br />谁要跟着我去看戏~<br />也许你看到再随便用手机拍下来~<br />XD<br /><br />p/s:<br /><br />凸=___=凸<br />献给那两位粉肠的。<br />感谢免费提供现场18SX的画面。<br />我获益良多。<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://sotongrice.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post_08.html"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-8278009439207854186?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-38660632621601778002009-06-06T03:22:00.003+08:002009-06-06T03:38:21.928+08:00凌晨三点多，我有点blue。<br />刚刚潜水完毕，<br />不懂为什么看下看下，心情会不好去。<br />那不是悲剧，<br />也许是云淡风轻，<br />可是我就是blue blue blue。。。<br /><br />某些东西你以为不会变，<br />但它的的确确变了。<br />回想那天，<br />感觉好不实在。<br />几年的光阴用几分钟的时间解决掉。<br />这样的心情要如何消化？<br /><br />记性好不完全是坏事。<br />看你怎么去控制。<br />我会记得好的事情，<br />坏事也不会忘记，<br />只是我会让它慢慢淡化，封锁在一个方格里，<br />放在我容易忽略的角落。<br />偶尔想起来，才知道有那么一回事。<br />才知道当初自己是多么幼稚。<br />才知道现在的自己真的成熟很多。<br /><br />回忆不管坏的好的，<br />我都不想忘记。<br />那是我活过的证明。<br /><br />在我的世界里，<br />不会有恨。<br />只有喜欢或不喜欢。<br />不会用恨把自己逼疯掉。<br />我才不想一辈子牢牢地记住你的衰样。<br /><br />前几天，<br />突然想起一个人，<br />发觉我忘了他的名字，甚至他的样子。<br />后来，<br />几天后，<br />在我不经意时，<br />我想起他的样子，他的名字。<br /><br />Hmm...<br />原来是那角落的方格打开了。。。<br /><br />我无法想象10年后的我会是如何。<br />也许我还是单身一个人，<br />也也许我已经不在了。。。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-3866063262160177800?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-74987676944792547922009-06-03T19:59:00.005+08:002009-06-03T20:06:12.207+08:00我beh tahan啦~~<br />刚刚上网看到这个，整个有点疯掉去...<br />T^T<br /><br /><object height="360" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kSFMmkMfQ5Q&amp;hl=zh_CN&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kSFMmkMfQ5Q&hl=zh_CN&fs=1&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="360"></embed></object><br /><br />怎么可以这样啦。。。<br />十一月还有很久很久。。。<br />要等看完四集的话是要几久啊。。。<br /><br />这个月内，我一定要把一套Twilight书籍放在我家！<br />自在必得啊~~<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-7498767694479254792?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-8468523937522117982009-06-03T02:01:00.005+08:002009-06-03T02:30:06.658+08:00怎么说呢。。。<br />感觉像是兜了一大圈又回到原点，见回老朋友了。<br />但我没有感动，<br />只在心里OS：怎么这样啊...<br /><br />有些人，<br />失去了就是失去了。<br />无论你怎么努力去寻找，还是找不到。<br /><br />世界也许很小，<br />看下看下，原来他们彼此认识。<br /><br />很多时候，<br />我只能叹气。<br />又何苦呢？<br /><br />你也许永远也不知道，<br />你在给希望他们的同时，<br />却有可能夺走了另一个人的未来与希望。<br /><br />这个世界上本来就不可能有鱼与熊掌，两者兼得的好运时时刻刻降临。<br /><br />那只能说是一个奇迹。<br /><br />--------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />今天上了一刻，感觉真不错。<br />心里灭了的熊熊烈火开始点燃。<br />希望，接下来我能做得比之前更好。<br /><br />我的时间不多了。<br />要好好珍惜。<br /><br />有点难以想像，<br />当我们真的各分东西时，<br />是否还会有再见的一天？<br />再见时，会是什么模样呢？<br /><br />是否已经在无名指上戴上闪闪发亮的戒指？<br />是否穿着热死人的西装正经八百的做着一成不变的工作？<br />是否大着肚子，手里还牵着一个小孩在广场里买菜？<br /><br />我们是否会像现在一样疯疯癫癫？<br />还是<br />你会说我们是大人了，要正经了？<br />还是<br />我们只是微笑点下头就离开了？<br />还是<br /><br />你已完全不认得了？<br /><br />有太多的想像在我脑海里，<br />我想，我已经在想念了。<br /><br />很希望，<br />我们还是疯疯癫癫的跑去唱K。。。<br />得空聊下他人的是非。。。<br />心血来潮的跑去逛街。。。<br />得空踩下你踩下我，<br />但你知道我永远是关心你的。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-846852393752211798?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-62154509976025588222009-06-01T03:32:00.004+08:002009-06-01T05:05:50.378+08:00" Britains got talent ", 英国的才艺选秀节目,<br />俗称英国星光大道不久前圆满落幕。<br />这一届的冠军由街舞团体Diversity击败以" I dreamed a dream " 一曲成名的Susan Bolyn夺得。<br /><br />看完Diversity后，会觉得和台湾的舞林大道里的冠军--黑角有点相识。<br />也许该说他们的舞蹈风格吧。<br /><br />同样很有创意，<br />层出不穷的惊喜，<br />连接性很好的音乐。<br />看着看着，总会把这两组人联想在一起。<br /><br />同样的变形金刚，<br />你觉得那一个比较好呢？<br /><br /><object height="265" width="320"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PtwVfJqBfms&amp;hl=zh_CN&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PtwVfJqBfms&hl=zh_CN&fs=1&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"></embed></object><br /><br /><object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kiHXHELso-E&amp;hl=zh_CN&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kiHXHELso-E&hl=zh_CN&fs=1&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"></embed></object><br /><br />我会说，<br />我比较喜欢Diversity的音乐及动作划一。<br />也喜欢黑角独特的创意，用人体作出无限的可能性。<br />青菜萝卜，可有所好。<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>P/S：</strong></span><br />想到一个有趣的问题，<br />如果，Diversity和黑角同时比赛，<br />你觉得谁会赢呢？<br />:)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-6215450997602558822?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-16741599576155431682009-05-29T18:46:00.006+08:002009-06-01T05:06:21.612+08:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>"And so the lion fell in love with the lamb…" he murmured. </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong><br />I looked away, hiding my eyes as I thrilled to the word. </strong></span></div><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong><div align="center"><br />"What a stupid lamb," I sighed. </div><div align="center"><br />"What a sick, masochistic lion." He stared into the shadowy forest for a long moment, and I wondered where his thoughts had taken him.</strong> </span></div><br />**********************************************************************************<br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">These day i keep repeat watching " Twilight " movie.<br />Normally i will get bored when i re-watch a same movie,<br />but this time no.<br />i seem like never get bored on this movie.<br />i can't find the answer for myself also.<br /><br />i love the story and the characters inside the movie.<br />It just look too perfect on it.<br />But i admit that i think this is not enough perfect on the 1st time i watch this movie in cinema.<br />i didn't read the novel before i went to cinema.<br /><br />After that, i saw chinese version's " Twilight " have sale in shopping mall.<br />I buy it, without a reason.<br />I read it and finish it within a week.<br />Then, i get the another books which are " New Moon " and " Eclipse ".<br />All in chinese version because i can't find the english version that time.<br />Through the reading, i am love this story deeply,uncontionally.<br /><br />Now i am searching the last book- " Breaking dawn ".<br />It is really hard because i find it for few months...till now.<br />i just check the MPH store, there have full set to sale.<br />i saw the full set of " Twilight " in boxed set!<br /></span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQLszd7YcE/Sh_BDHtKjdI/AAAAAAAAAKU/V9eggo5kl_o/s1600-h/Twilight_Saga_Collection.jpg"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341199942436949458" style="WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQLszd7YcE/Sh_BDHtKjdI/AAAAAAAAAKU/V9eggo5kl_o/s320/Twilight_Saga_Collection.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />This is very nice and nice to buy for keep!<br />But i didn't think i can take it home because its cost RM349.90.<br />What can do...<br />Good thing no cheap, cheap thing no good...<br />haha...<br />There still got normal paperback and just need RM188.<br /><br />Hmm...<br />I am no sure.<br />Maybe i will buy the boxed set or maybe no.<br />Because i am damn poor.<br />I still need wait my PTPTN loan come to me now...<br />:(<br />But i can tell you guy that my <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">BIRTHDAY</span></strong> is coming soon~<br />if you want buy it as my present then i won't reject it~<br />haha.<br />Just wait...<br /><br />I just put a song in my blog--" Flighless bird, american mouth ".<br />This is 1 song that appear in Twilight movie.<br />It is soft and always can remind me the dancing scene of Edward Cullan and Bella Swan.<br />I like the way they are.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-1674159957615543168?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-42739476660889147072009-05-27T16:34:00.004+08:002009-06-01T05:06:49.808+08:00有些人很难去躲，去避。<br />也不懂为什么我每天躲在家玩自闭，<br />还是可以遇到变态佬。<br /><br />你喜欢玩大人游戏，我不阻止你。<br />最好你玩到像陈先生那样上头条。<br />年纪一大把就乖乖回家看电视下棋吧。<br />不要没事找事做。<br /><br />****************************************<br /><br />昨晚睡得好好，被人吵醒。<br />原来是要债的。<br />站在门口，听着你说又是朋友啊。。。<br /><br />是啊。<br />你最无辜了。<br />不想理了。<br />有听没有懂，有懂又没放在心上。<br />说来浪费口水。<br /><br />没办法。<br />这世界就是这样。<br />有人天生喜欢抓水鱼，有人天生喜欢做水鱼。<br /><br />他妈的。<br />那位死变态佬对我说他喜欢抓乳房。<br />真想一巴盖下去！<br /><br />有些人很自以为是。<br />我说了不要就是不要。<br />不要把自己包装成超人。<br />我幸不幸福不关你的事，<br />也不需要你来给。<br /><br />我要的东西可以自己亲手得到。<br />不用等别人来给。<br /><br />我讨厌强迫也讨厌被控制。<br />你不是我的谁。<br />请不要为你自己戴高帽。<br /><br />请尊重我的决定。<br />When i say NO please don't do that thing anymore.<br />如果你觉得最近我对你太好的话，<br />你可以尝试被我讨厌的感觉。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-4273947666088914707?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-23015585866389896572009-05-21T01:23:00.003+08:002009-06-01T05:07:18.907+08:00没什么好开心。<br />也没什么不开心。<br /><br />今天早上心情还好好的。<br />越夜，心情越郁闷。<br /><br />对不起。<br />我的心情真的不好。<br /><br />最近，太多东西要赶。<br /><br />很累。<br /><br />答应了的东西，<br />我不会食言。<br /><br />只是现在不是时候。<br />延迟一下，好吗？<br /><br />我会遵守我的诺言。<br /><br /><br />现在，<br />我想静一静。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-2301558586638989657?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-56042449125093604952009-05-19T00:29:00.008+08:002009-06-01T05:37:58.442+08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQLszd7YcE/ShI7aCHbAUI/AAAAAAAAAKM/XA--rjA3Omg/s1600-h/3583.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337393826818097474" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQLszd7YcE/ShI7aCHbAUI/AAAAAAAAAKM/XA--rjA3Omg/s320/3583.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div>人鱼传说。<br />很久很久的片子。<br />小时候，除了周慧敏演的“我爱法拉利”之外，<br />印象最深刻的就是“人鱼传说”了。<br /><br /><br />要知道，<br />这两部片子都是1994年出的。<br />当时的我不过是6岁的小孩。<br />刚上幼稚园的我，什么都很无知。<br /><span style="font-size:78%;">(相信吧！我也有无知的时候~哈哈)<br /></span><br /><br />那时候，<br />电视播放着“我爱法拉利”，<br />第一眼，我就爱上了，还把周慧敏当成当时的偶像...<br />嘴里整天哼着的是她的电影主题曲“自作多情”。<br /><br />也许当时电影很红吧。<br />过没多久，看到报纸写说再度重播这部戏。<br />结果我拿了一个录影带，四四方方那种，<br />预备好在那一天，那里都不去，死守在电视机前，<br />决心要把戏录起来！<br /><span style="font-size:78%;">(这。。。算盗版吗？囧rz)</span><br /><br /><br />那卷录影带里面是有其他戏...<br />我忘了我牺牲了什么戏去录这部戏的。<br />总之也是我的珍藏之一~<br />我还有心机在广告时间按停录影，<br />尝试变成一个完整的戏~<br />geng叻~~~<br /><br /></div><br /><div>录完后，<br />我天天都看这一部戏。<br />没看到就好像没吃饭。<br />当时可以说是中毒了。<br /><br /><br />后来，<br />又出了“人鱼传说”。<br />我到现在还记得的只有很美很美的人鱼，<br />很美很美的爱情故事与王菲的歌声。<br /><br />谁演的，我忘了。<br />片名是什么，我也忘了。<br />我的脑海只是会出现钟丽缇的美人鱼身影，<br />伴随着王菲好听的声音。。。<br /><br />因为缺少资料的原因，<br />所以我找这部戏找得很吃力。<br />而且这部戏没有重播，没得录。。。<br /><br />今天误打误撞，找到了这部戏~<br />虽然是华语版的，也让我的儿时回忆回来了~<br />回味无穷啊~<br /></div><br /><div>重看这部戏，<br />原来这是俊男美女的戏叻！<br />我居然把金城武与郑伊健给忘了！<br /><br />没办法。<br />那时候的钟丽缇很美，<br />我很喜欢她的人鱼，<br />比起外国片的Aquamarine真是好很多！<br />单看戏里人鱼的尾巴就知道了。<br /><br />“人鱼传说”虽是一部旧戏，<br />但做的道具就很真很自然。<br />在水里，钟丽缇游起来真的很美，<br />布料飘飘的~<br /><br />可是Aquamarine的就很鬼死硬！<br />很塑胶的感觉！<br />亏它还是比较这几年的作品。。。 </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>看回以前的戏，</div><div>想起当年小孩子的自己，<br />感觉真不错。</div><br /><div></div><div>我是怀旧又怎样~</div><div>新的有时也不如旧！<br /></div><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rHLJtIJ9ZG0&amp;hl=zh_CN&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rHLJtIJ9ZG0&hl=zh_CN&fs=1&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-5604244912509360495?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-41053531505584238602009-05-18T17:14:00.004+08:002009-06-01T05:46:02.598+08:00<object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jxwSykT-dVs&amp;hl=zh_CN&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jxwSykT-dVs&hl=zh_CN&fs=1&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />就算我现在什么都没有<br />擦掉了眼泪 还是抬头要挺胸<br />面带笑容 不气馁往前冲<br />我越挫越勇 我永远不退缩<br /><br />不要小看我<br />别问我有几两重<br />风再冻 雨再猛<br />我会站着像英雄<br />脚踏一阵风 肩上扛着一条龙<br />任你笑 我作梦<br />就算难过也不痛<br /><br />把伤心的碎片<br />包一包带走回家<br />慢慢黏好 再来过<br />我会让你拍拍我的肩膀说<br />看不出来 你还不错<br /><br />就算我现在已经什么都没有<br />擦掉了眼泪 还是抬头要挺胸<br />面带笑容 不气馁往前冲<br />我越挫越勇<br />我相信有一天<br />你会回到我的身边<br />看一个没有走的我<br /><br />这痛算什么<br />让你赶也赶不走<br />将来的每一天会是晴朗的天空<br />握住我拳头 要忍耐过每分钟<br />我知道 在前方有人会等着我<br /><br />希望我的努力能让你感动<br />我仍会默默的站在你背后<br /><br />喜怒哀乐都会陪着你度过<br />你会看到我的爱永不退缩<br /><br />i love this song and this is refer to my mood now~<br />ADD OIL~<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-4105353150558423860?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-89258669019208176412009-05-15T18:10:00.005+08:002009-06-01T05:08:25.117+08:00我就是要宅。 <div><div>宅在我家，趴在我家，不动如山。</div><br /><div>上几个礼拜是几忙一下。</div><div>从热浪岛回来后，连续三条水叫我上去云顶过夜。</div><div>==lll</div><div>真的让我汗颜。</div><div>很可惜，基于某种理由，我还是只能留在我家继续宅。</div><br /><br /><div></div><div>很好啊~<br />你们在云顶吹冷风~<br />我在我家享受风扇。。。</div><br /><div> </div><div>**************************************************</div><div>假期前买的三本暮光之城已经被我啃完了。</div><div>感觉像完成了一个壮举。</div><div>毕竟我已经很久没这样看书了，从中学毕业以后。。。</div><div>现在依然追击着暮光之城的最后一本---破晓。</div><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQLszd7YcE/Sg1BTzgle8I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/4K8WQJonlqs/s1600-h/2009316172013660.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335992942004108226" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQLszd7YcE/Sg1BTzgle8I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/4K8WQJonlqs/s320/2009316172013660.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div>虽然已经大概知道它的内容可是还未减退我对它的热情~</div><div>我依然迫不及待想要得到它。</div><div>不懂它什么时候才会登陆马来西亚。。。</div><div> </div><div>见到犯人者，请向我举报~</div><div> </div><div>******************************************************</div><div> </div><div>最近爱上了巧克力口味的棒棒糖。</div><div>上个礼拜，我买了一堆不同口味的棒棒糖。</div><div>只是心血来潮而已。</div><div>一下子脑袋秀逗了，就花钱给买了。</div><div>以前的我是不吃的。</div><div>人家是鬼遮眼，我是棒棒糖遮眼~</div><div> </div><div>一面看戏一面吃光棒棒糖后，</div><div>我深深爱上巧克力味的它~~</div><div>甜而不腻，带着健康肤色的它~~</div><div>如果想要贿赂我，就用这个吧~</div><div>我不介意贿赂的。</div><div> </div><div>Saya Anti Rasuah!</div><div>(我暗地接受贿赂)~</div><div> </div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQLszd7YcE/Sg1BjcJWZPI/AAAAAAAAAKE/oClb03NLmEQ/s1600-h/DSC03881.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335993210610541810" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQLszd7YcE/Sg1BjcJWZPI/AAAAAAAAAKE/oClb03NLmEQ/s320/DSC03881.JPG" border="0" /></a></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-8925866901920817641?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-31903503672815869362009-05-11T03:09:00.006+08:002009-06-01T05:08:37.490+08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQLszd7YcE/Sgcm_6nXyvI/AAAAAAAAAJo/dw2dfVrq374/s1600-h/DSC03843.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334275163151649522" style="WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQLszd7YcE/Sgcm_6nXyvI/AAAAAAAAAJo/dw2dfVrq374/s320/DSC03843.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQLszd7YcE/SgcnMkT0VaI/AAAAAAAAAJw/-HjAtJeUsfo/s1600-h/DSC03839.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334275380502353314" style="WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQLszd7YcE/SgcnMkT0VaI/AAAAAAAAAJw/-HjAtJeUsfo/s320/DSC03839.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />蓝玫瑰。<br />特别的颜色。<br />我很喜欢。<br />那是我唯一想得到的花。<br /><br /><br />雏菊。<br />比向日葵小，<br />但和它一样朝气逼人。<br />好像在对我说嗨的样子。<br /><br /><br />我只拥有它们几个小时。<br />过后它们让我家的女人们开心不已。<br />是值得的啊。<br /><br /><br />女人终究逃不了花的魔力。<br />Happy Mother Day~my dear~<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-3190350367281586936?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-37943497678731774822009-05-10T02:22:00.005+08:002009-06-01T05:23:18.627+08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQLszd7YcE/SgXKKpY8eDI/AAAAAAAAAJg/_DyOuHuGi4I/s1600-h/DSC03803.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333891617948203058" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQLszd7YcE/SgXKKpY8eDI/AAAAAAAAAJg/_DyOuHuGi4I/s320/DSC03803.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />我说鲜花太不切实际。<br />浪费也不永久。<br />摆在一旁也会惹蚊虫。<br />我不要。<br /><br /><br />你给了我这么一束熊仔花。<br />你说这是永远不变的。<br /><br />但我说，<br />这会惹尘埃。<br /><br />虽然如此，我还是很喜欢。<br />终究没有女人是不喜欢花的。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-3794349767873177482?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-28929021211560140912009-05-08T13:11:00.003+08:002009-06-01T05:10:07.931+08:00是不是天气热的关系？<br />所以人也会跟着脾气暴躁？<br /><br />我想，<br />不是所有东西像你想得那么理所当然。<br />不是所有东西像你想得那么容易。<br /><br />有些东西在说出口之前请先经过大脑过滤一下。<br />有些东西能从别人的观点看吗？<br /><br />请尊重别人也尊重你自己。<br /><br />你不是皇帝。<br />世界不会为你独尊。<br />你说的话也不是圣旨。<br />不一定是对的。<br />我也有选择，听或不听。<br /><br />我想我厌倦看你扮演好人的戏码。<br />很闷也很无聊。<br />别装得很无辜，什么也很单纯。<br />其实你比谁都懂你做了些什么。<br />嬉皮笑脸是为了什么？<br />只为了掩饰你的黑暗面。<br /><br />相信我。<br />你是时候去学会面对。<br />你要学会用大脑去想东西，<br />而不是被你的情绪牵着鼻子走。<br /><br />**********************************************<br /><span style="font-size:85%;">最近在筹划一些事情，不知该不该继续。。。</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-2892902121156014091?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-849605675759636506.post-15282564799577679392009-05-04T23:38:00.003+08:002009-06-01T05:10:21.272+08:00惊喜？惊吓？<br /><br />当我打开门，看见你和她亲密。<br />嗯。<br />我只能假装镇定。<br />我匆匆关上了门。<br />不敢看也不敢瞄她一眼。<br /><br />现在是怎样？<br />我听得见她笑得很大声。<br />你把她带进房间，锁上门。<br />你把音响开得很大，是在掩饰什么？<br />就算如此，<br />我还是听见那床移动的声音。<br /><br />伊伊啊啊。<br />那个声音真刺耳。<br /><br />今晚，<br />你的房间多了一个人。<br /><br />今晚，<br />不只我们两人。<br />多了一个她。<br /><br />孤男寡女，共处一室。<br />我该说吗？<br /><br />说，那只是朋友？<br /><br />我，还在考虑中。。。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/849605675759636506-1528256479957767939?l=sotongrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>S@t@ng 炒饭http://www.blogger.com/profile/12409701701090705295noreply@blogger.com0