派回來half-yearlies了
成績差透了
理想與現實 永遠就是差了一截
就如我和妳一樣 (笑)
妳說
能和妳愛的人手牽手看日落
是多麼幸福的事
我想 這就是青春吧
能把一切平凡庸俗的事 都看成美好的
還未被生活摧殘的時光
“-我們雖然距離很遠很遠 非常非常地遠
但是思念或許真的可以穿越時間和距離
如果只有一瞬間能夠實現
我會想些什麼呢
美加子你呢 又會想什麼
-我們所想的事必定只有一個。”
—«星之聲»
啊拉 星之聲是秒速五厘米的妹姐作。
很美麗的動畫
看完有太多太多的共鳴
我們的距離 沒有8.7光年這麼多
對你的思念卻一點不比戲中的戀人少。
啊你說如果有哪一天我走進我那憂鬱，狹小的房間裡
能看見你
那會有多好？
你端坐在我的床上讀著我桌子上的小說
聽見我開門的聲音 轉過頭來對我微微一笑
你還是你 還是我懂認識那個余緯阡
沒有化妝
沒有隱形眼鏡
那個你最沒有自信 我卻覺得很美 的你
我看著你 無言 只是很awkward的站著
接著便口齒不清的 嘗試打開話匣子
＂書 還不錯吧＂
你沒有回答我，只是站起來
給我一個擁抱 -
我一生中人中最長，最溫暖，最快樂的一個擁抱
我輕輕的給你一吻
直看著你的眼眸
對你說
我想你。
可惜 那只會在夢中發生
你 不會傻得越洋過來澳洲找我
我 也可能永遠沒有機會 去給你一個吻。
很想望著星星大叫:
他 媽 的。
我發覺自己在退化.
公平嗎 一直只有我想妳(笑)
前晚 我們在夢中相遇
只有妳和我的世界
没有功課 没有作業 没有生活的壓迫
醒來的時候 剩下的只有淚
其實 這幾晚 都不曾夢見妳.
不 應該是乾枯得連夢也不會做了.
夜半 月明
心中說不出的孤獨 妳可會了解嗎
Reading the novel The Swarm by Frank Schätzing, I have a couple thoughts in mind.
In the novel, mankind is at the brink of extermination by a swarm of self conscious single-cellular organisms, or the Yrr. They communicate in immediate sonar waves and exist on a group conscience - An alien life form posing as an immediate threat to us.
While the notion is an intriguing one, and the novel a page-turner, other questions rang in my mind. The Yrr is formed by countless intelligent, neuron-like cells, while our civilization is formed by 7 billion individuals. Every one of us is replaceable, like every single cell in the Yrr, yet every one of us are self-conscious. We do realize we exist, albeit we glimmer no better than a white dwarf star several million light years away.
So.. Who am I? Why do I even exist?
You know, sometimes it’s depressing. Whatever accomplishment you have made, what ever massive feats you have achieved, most of the time countless others have done the same. No matter how hard you worked as, for example, a doctor, and gain the respect of your patients, you are still a petty doctor. Every year there are 220 fresh grads who will take your path, and, eventually replace you; No matter how much wealth you have accumulated, unless you are Bill Gates or Warren Buffet, the sum in your account is only a tiny fraction of the world’s riches.
The first half of the picture below sums up what I was thinking.
But oh well.. The second half also reminds me of the OTHER perspective.
It’s rather magical right? Out of 7 billion people, I met you, and fell in love with you.
I miss you, Marilyn. You’d never know how much I cherished you, adored you or loved you.
