| It's never too late... |
[Jul. 9th, 2010|09:56 pm] |
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"For what it's worth, it's never too late,
or, in my case, too early...
to be whoever you want to be.
There's no time limit.
Start whenever you want.
You can change or stay the same.
There are no rules to this thing.
We can make the best or the worst of it.
And l hope you make the best of it.
l hope you see things that startle you.
l hope you feel things you never felt before.
l hope you meet people with a different point of view.
l hope you live a life you're proud of.
And if you find that you're not,
l hope you have the strength
to start all over again...''
---The Curious Case of Benjamin Button |
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| 烈日當空 理應無懼，陰晴不定 本是人心 |
[Jun. 28th, 2010|11:27 pm] |
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"以無聊抵抗無聊, 以笑聲掩蓋荒謬"
"To defy tedium with silliness, to mask absurdity with laughter"
"你過了二十歲之後, 就會發覺時光飛逝"
"唔睇灯过马路的人，未必可以甘易过到对面。就好似打机甘，你可以选择买攻略，话你知宝物收埋系边，点过关，也可以自己玩，根本无分别，但到底点解，一定要玩这个，由大人设定来耍我们的游戏？"
"我以為睡醒, 睜開眼就什麼事也沒有; 但原來有發生過, 就是有發生過" |
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| 那一年 我們都在青春裡掙扎 |
[Jun. 11th, 2010|12:39 am] |
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在公司花了三天的午餐時間，看完了這部電影．
這是一部關於青春與成長的電影．影片蘊藏了對青春年少的無限緬懷，還有對成長的痛苦與無奈的深刻體會．
喜歡電影裡對告別的處理．
畢業典禮的畫面，穿插了不同的空鏡頭，寂靜的棒球場，空蕩的課室，平靜的泳池，開了花的大樹等，離別的傷感與惆悵，在定格的鏡頭裡更彰顯．
當九降風吹起，一顆生命即將隕落，微風輕輕拂過撕爛了的棒球卡片，曾經穿過的校服，剃掉的頭髮，懺悔的自首信，來不及送出的禮物；死亡，如風，吹過了無痕，只剩下從前的承諾與回憶，要牢牢地記在心底．
感動，是因影片勾起了那段青澀歲月的點點回憶．
曾經的年少無知，曖昧情愫，輕狂任性，歡笑，淚水，感傷，惆悵，苦澀，不捨，一一浮現，細細體會．
而青春之詩，到了最後，都注定以結束告終．回不去了，留下的，就只是烙印在心裡深處的難忘回憶．
是的，我們都長大了．
"Ｓａｙ ｇｏｏｄｂｙｅ，ｓａｙ ｇｏｏｄｂｙｅ，昂首闊步，不留一絲遺憾．" ---<我期待>張雨生 |
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| 少一点伤痕 多一点的掌声 少一点战争 多一点的单纯 少一点仇恨 多一点的我们 少一点寒冷 多一点的温存 |
[May. 6th, 2010|12:33 am] |
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| | 台湾心跳声-蔡依林 | ] |
台湾心跳声
那长春藤攀上 生锈的消防栓 像蝴蝶离不开 有花香的地方 宁静的小巷 一杯永和豆浆 我在细细品尝 恬淡的家乡 霓虹灯点亮 关於夜市的想像 孩子们捉迷藏 在找爱吃的糖 昏黄的夕阳 龙山寺的老墙 我虔诚点著香 手拿一柱希望
少一点伤痕 多一点的掌声 少一点战争 多一点的单纯 认真用棒球魂 挥汗去体会青春 用心听著 那台湾的心跳声
嘉南平原等待收割 一整遍幸福的颜色 屏东黑鲔鱼直接等於快乐 一 路蜿蜒的是淡水河 那陡峭的是太鲁阁 一派乐天的性格 美浓纸伞怎麼折 三义木雕怎麼刻 这块土地上有很多很多的选择 仔细看著八家将的妆独特 我说亲爱的亲爱的 我们 故事说到这
那长春藤攀上 生锈的消防栓 像蝴蝶离不开 有花香的地方 宁静的小巷 一杯永和豆浆 我在细细 品尝 恬淡的家乡 霓虹灯点亮 关於夜市的想像 孩子们捉迷藏 在找爱吃的糖 昏黄的夕阳 龙山寺的老墙 我虔诚点著香 手拿一柱希望
少一点仇恨 多一点的我们 少一点寒冷 多一点的温存 用狂草写云门 用蜂炮筑一座城 妈祖永恒 世世代代的虔诚 天灯冉冉上升 可以许下愿望就别等 |
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| 够歇斯底里吗? 以眼泪淋花吧 |
[Apr. 14th, 2010|11:18 pm] |
浮夸
有人问我 我就会讲 但是无人来
我期待到无奈有话要讲 得不到装载
我的心情犹像樽盖等被揭开
咀巴却在养青苔
人潮内愈文静愈变得不受理睬
自己要搞出意外
像突然地高歌
任何地方也像开四面台
着最闪的衫 扮十分感慨
有人来拍照要记住插袋
你当我是浮夸吧 夸张只因我很怕
似木头似石头的话得到注意吗
其实怕被忘记至放大来演吧
很不安怎去优雅
世上还赞颂沉默吗
不够爆炸 怎麽有话题让我夸
做大娱乐家
那年十八母校舞会 站着如喽罗
那时候我含泪发誓各位 必须看到我
在世间平凡又普通的路太多
屋村你住哪一座
情爱中工作中受过的忽视太多
自尊已饱经跌堕
重视能治肚饿 末曾获得过便知我为何
大动作很多犯下这些错
搏人们看看我算病态麽
幸运儿并不多
若然未当过就知我为何
用十倍苦心做突出一个
正常人够我富议论性麽
你叫我做浮夸吧 加几声嘘声也不怕
我在场有闷场的话 表演你看吗
够歇斯底里吗 以眼泪淋花吧
一心只想你惊讶
我旧时似未存在吗
加重注码 青筋也现形
话我知现在存在吗
凝视我 别再只看天花
我非你杯茶 也可尽情地喝吧
别遗忘有人在为你声沙
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| 遇见100%的女孩 |
[Mar. 30th, 2010|12:25 am] |
四月一个晴朗的早晨，少男为喝折价早咖啡沿原宿后街由西向东走，少女为买快信邮票沿同一条街由东向西去，两人恰在路中间失之交臂。失却的记忆的微光刹那间照亮两颗心。
两人胸口陡然悸颤，并且得知：
她对我是百分之百的女孩。
他对我是百分之百的男孩。
然而两人记忆的烛光委实过于微弱，两人的话语也不似十四年前那般清晰。结果连句话也没说便擦身而过，径直消失在人群中，永远永远。
-----村上春树 (遇见100%的女孩) |
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| It is the very last inch of us, but within that inch, we are free |
[Mar. 21st, 2010|02:50 am] |
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This is the most beautiful and important scene in V for Vendetta.
And this is the scene that got censored when mediacorp showed this film on tv.
What an irony indeed, when the film is talking about a totalitarian government using heavy censorship to control the thoughts of the people.
What a blasphemy to the film and its central ideology too, when the existence of Valerie and any mention of homosexuality are snipped from the film by the Singapore censors, treated as some vile and venomous content which will poison the minds of Singaporeans.
It's sad really, when ignorance and prejudice is still very much alive, in Singapore no less; and power is in the hands of the religious few, who don't know the true teachings of their religion, and who don't know the true meaning of love. |
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| He's Alive |
[Mar. 8th, 2010|12:45 am] |
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"Where will he go next, this phantom from another time, this resurrected ghost of a previous nightmare— Chicago; Los Angeles; Miami, Florida; Vincennes, Indiana; Syracuse, New York? Anyplace, everyplace, where there's hate, where there's prejudice, where there's bigotry. He's alive. He's alive so long as these evils exist. Remember that when he comes to your town. Remember it when you hear his voice speaking out through others. Remember it when you hear a name called, a minority attacked, any blind, unreasoning assault on a people or any human being. He's alive because through these things we keep him alive." |
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| The Origin of Love |
[Feb. 20th, 2010|12:27 am] |
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| | Origin of Love-Hedwig and the Angry Inch | ] |
Origin of Love
When the earth was still flat,
And the clouds made of fire,
And mountains stretched up to the sky,
Sometimes higher,
Folks roamed the earth
Like big rolling kegs.
They had two sets of arms.
They had two sets of legs.
They had two faces peering
Out of one giant head
So they could watch all around them
As they talked; while they read.
And they never knew nothing of love.
It was before the origin of love.
The origin of love
And there were three sexes then,
One that looked like two men
Glued up back to back,
Called the children of the sun.
And similar in shape and girth
Were the children of the earth.
They looked like two girls
Rolled up in one.
And the children of the moon
Were like a fork shoved on a spoon.
They were part sun, part earth
Part daughter, part son.
The origin of love
Now the gods grew quite scared
Of our strength and defiance
And Thor said,
"I'm gonna kill them all
With my hammer,
Like I killed the giants."
And Zeus said, "No,
You better let me
Use my lightening, like scissors,
Like I cut the legs off the whales
And dinosaurs into lizards."
Then he grabbed up some bolts
And he let out a laugh,
Said, "I'll split them right down the middle.
Gonna cut them right up in half."
And then storm clouds gathered above
Into great balls of fire
And then fire shot down
From the sky in bolts
Like shining blades
Of a knife.
And it ripped
Right through the flesh
Of the children of the sun
And the moon
And the earth.
And some Indian god
Sewed the wound up into a hole,
Pulled it round to our belly
To remind us of the price we pay.
And Osiris and the gods of the Nile
Gathered up a big storm
To blow a hurricane,
To scatter us away,
In a flood of wind and rain,
And a sea of tidal waves,
To wash us all away,
And if we don't behave
They'll cut us down again
And we'll be hopping round on one foot
And looking through one eye.
Last time I saw you
We had just split in two.
You were looking at me.
I was looking at you.
You had a way so familiar,
But I could not recognize,
Cause you had blood on your face;
I had blood in my eyes.
But I could swear by your expression
That the pain down in your soul
Was the same as the one down in mine.
That's the pain,
Cuts a straight line
Down through the heart;
We called it love.
So we wrapped our arms around each other,
Trying to shove ourselves back together.
We were making love,
Making love.
It was a cold dark evening,
Such a long time ago,
When by the mighty hand of Jove,
It was the sad story
How we became
Lonely two-legged creatures,
It's the story of
The origin of love.
That's the origin of love.
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It is clear that I must find my other half. But is it a he or a she? What does this person look like? Identical to me? Or somehow complementary? Does my other half have what I don't? Did he get the looks? The luck? The love? Were we really separated forceably or did he just run off with the good stuff? Or did I? Will this person embarrass me? What about sex? Is that how we put ourselves back together again? Or can two people actually become one again? ---Hedwig |
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| 梦不醒 |
[Feb. 17th, 2010|12:17 am] |
梦不醒
总在倾盆大雨的夜里 独自走在黑暗里
往事一幕一幕又想起 你的笑还在心底
爱是不由自主的东西 将你我分隔两地
好想活在有你的梦里 情愿一生梦不醒
在这茫茫人海里 谁懂我为你伤心
我的爱早已决堤 不能自己 无边无际 涌向你
我是真的好想你 我是真的好爱你
你若只能在梦里 就让我梦不醒 |
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