繁星亮盡。宇宙蘇醒。

找工作的季節。

總是讓人很惆悵。

願到處奔波的大家早日拿到自己的那口飯碗。

不管這飯碗是金的銀的銅的鐵的還是泥巴做的。

P.S. 我討厭臃腫肥胖暴飲暴食無以復加的冬天。

Dear Mary,
please find enclosed my entire noblet collection as a sign that i forgive you.
When i received your book, the emotions inside my brain felt like they were in a tumble dryer, smashing into each other.
The hurt felt like when i accidentally stapled my lips together.
The reason i forgive you is because you are not perfect.
You are imperfect, and so am i.
All humans are imperfect, even the man outside my apartment who litters.
When i was young,i wanted to be anybody but myself.
Dr Bernard Hazelhof said if i was on a desert island then i would have to get used to my own company – just me and the coconuts.
He said i would have to accept myself,my warts and all,and that we don’t get to choose our warts.
They are a part of us and we have to live with them.
We can,however,choose our friends and i am glad i have chosen you.
Dr Bernard Hazelhof also said the everyone’s lives are like a very long sidewalk.
Some are well paved. Others,like mine,have cracks,banana skins and cigarette butts.
Your sidewalk is like mine but probably not as many cracks.
Hopefully,one day our sidewalks will meet and we can share a can of condensed milk.
You are my best friend.
You are my only friend.

Till the last scean, Mary sit beside her left friend Max, look up to the ceiling and found all the letters she wrote to Max.
"You are my best friend. You are my only friend."
He smells like liquorice and old books, she thought to herself.
As tears rolled from her eyes, the color of muddy puddles.

It carved in my mind that Max told Mary "Love yourself first",
Mary's "I'm sorry" tin,
and how Max realized the word, sorry's weight.

As it appears,
God gave us our relatives.
Thank god we can choose our friends.

其實我不過只是一個俗人粗人凡人土人鄉下人。

So what?

CK小內。

回轉壽司。

你的生日。

「幸福感」

愛上why bar這樣的地方。和可愛的人兒們。各自點上一杯。

夜晚就那麼悄無聲息的在闲侃中過去了一大半。

那樣的情調實在美好的讓人沉迷。

 至於那些喧鬧的酒吧。是很久以前的事了。

自從那次爛醉之後就再也沒去過。已經沒有好印象了。

年紀真的大了。對事物的看法也變了。

其實我多想。

擁有一家小小的安靜的bar。

有固定的客人和柔軟的沙發。

放著慵懶的blues。不再懼怕容顏蒼老。

最近特別喜歡把頭髮扎起來。
糰子。馬尾。或者半馬尾。
還經常大光明。
有時候隨便一束就出門了。
覺得很爽氣。

而過去。
不扎頭髮。還一定少不了劉海。那麼不喜歡自己。

如果有一天。如果終於迎來那麼一天。
身體中那些劣質的自卑細胞全部死亡。
我會快樂的給他們立墓碑的。

對你我總是陷入過度理解的泥潭。

三年前是如此。三年後亦是。

開始。不再care那麼多東西。
告訴自己。儘量讓那些負面情緒。都不是來源於你。
「愛情如果存在太多後悔，無疑是一件無益的事情。」
於是我決定向前看。而不是拘泥于現在。

懶得糾纏一些瑣碎。
比如打電話之類的問題。那又怎麼樣。不打電話我也不會少一塊肉。
有時候看開點人會活得更自在。

所以。又何必呢。

總是這樣。
沒有得到的時候心驚膽戰怕想不到。得到了又懷疑它的價值。懷疑自己是否真的需要。

親愛的。在這般複雜的環境裡。可要穩住陣腳。保持清醒。

請帶我逃離所有。