tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249797362011-04-22T07:13:40.977+08:00"书写是遗忘。 当我写完，我的病痛就会得到治愈。 这里，就是我的病历表"chocochohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18151025522634278473noreply@blogger.comBlogger381100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24979736.post-45561022439497840392009-05-25T09:49:00.000+08:002009-05-25T09:50:38.190+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T7712ZnzGj0/Shn5W5AqhUI/AAAAAAAAASA/EiRxULU8Uvo/s1600-h/Picture1.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T7712ZnzGj0/Shn5W5AqhUI/AAAAAAAAASA/EiRxULU8Uvo/s320/Picture1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339573004880479554" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24979736-4556102243949784039?l=chococho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chocochohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18151025522634278473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24979736.post-90587612643529888182009-05-07T00:06:00.001+08:002009-05-07T00:06:53.087+08:00<span xmlns=''><p>我吩咐了一名知己<br /></p><p>告诉他<br /></p><p>若有一天我先离开<br /></p><p>在我去世30天后<br /></p><p>准时地把于我有关的网上资料删除<br /></p><p>虽说得有些承重<br /></p><p>但这也是最实际，最理智的做法<br /></p><p>也为自己作了些交待<br /></p><p><br /> </p><p>有开始就必定有结束<br /></p><p>世界当然也不会因为我的离去而停止运转<br /></p><p>所以我选择什么都不留下</p></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24979736-9058761264352988818?l=chococho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chocochohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18151025522634278473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24979736.post-63224458280063386812009-04-26T02:33:00.000+08:002009-04-26T02:47:37.723+08:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24979736-6322445828006338681?l=chococho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chocochohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18151025522634278473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24979736.post-1173477978228622502009-04-22T23:38:00.000+08:002009-04-23T00:02:51.179+08:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24979736-117347797822862250?l=chococho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chocochohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18151025522634278473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24979736.post-83712579928198312692009-04-19T23:21:00.004+08:002009-04-20T00:05:19.404+08:00I'm back here taking a breather.<br /><br />Have been cramming information about the financial system of CHINA for the past week. Looks like I can't remember most of the stuff I have read anyway. I'd read the information, and halfway through it, I'd be scribbling some random ideas for my research. In the end, I just get lots of disjointed impressions of CHINA :1<br /><br />Well, I hope the thing on Wednesday will turn out well! I have gotten alot of opinion on what to say and what to wear. Eventually, my success (hopefully) is really due to everyone's help.<br /><br />And on the topic of opinions...<br /><br />Last Thursday evening I was running around my neighbourhood in my black tee shirt and black fbts. As this is the usual garb I would don when i go for my morning runs (yes. I do wake up for a run at 6), I didn't bother much about my attire. I ran across to the ulu stretch of road just before Tanglin Halt, before heading into the neighbourhood proper. That was when I realised I wasn't welcomed at all.<br /><br />Initially there was this 30 odd year old woman, and she was holding the hands of her daughter. Her eyes landed on my face first. I gave a smile, even though I know I would appear constipated. As I ran closer, her eyes glided down my body and ended up on my shorts. (ohno.)<br />Finally, she stared at my legs just as I ran past her. It wasn't a polite stare. Neither was she impressed. She just looks pissed, and had the " wah-lau-why-got-this-kind-of-people" kind of look.<br /><br />I brushed it off, thinking that she's just this conservative woman that doesn't understand the comfort of FBTs. <br /><br />But as I ran further into the neighbourhood, my shorts seem to gather more weird stares. Somehow, their focus would all end up on my legs. <br /><br />The last straw came when I had to run past a busy bus stop. That day, I had no choice but to run in front of it. There were just too many people packed behind the bus stop! I tried to pick up speed to preserve any remaining dignity, but at the corner of my eye, I could feel 50 heads moving downwards.<br /><br />Imagine. 50 people staring at your legs. ARGH<br />I swore to myself, I'm not going to wear FBTs in the neightbourhood during my evening runs again! Well, at least not paired with a black tee. <br /><br />So i guess, I will conclude this entry with the huge question<br /><br />WHAT'S WRONG WITH BLACK FBTs!<br /><br />-goodness-<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24979736-8371257992819831269?l=chococho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chocochohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18151025522634278473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24979736.post-47796087084875317572009-04-14T23:36:00.003+08:002009-04-15T10:32:20.852+08:00音乐<br />不需要多余的装饰<br />不需要华丽的编曲<br />一把吉他<br />也能触动人心<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zCXgM7YCHh4&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zCXgM7YCHh4&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />原来爱就是<br />[你快乐所以我快乐]<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24979736-4779608708487531757?l=chococho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chocochohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18151025522634278473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24979736.post-50212667544706376512009-04-06T12:19:00.003+08:002009-04-06T22:35:55.873+08:00Priorites.<br />This explains my absence from the blogosphere for such a long time. There are so many things going on in life, so much that I can hardly rest and watch tv. For the past month, my days have been occupied with work, at MDA and DUCKtours. Whoever said being a tour guide was easy must have lied. Most of my time outside work, I'd be memorising the scripts, trying to perfect my commentary, or doing research on the the attractions that my bus/boat would be passing by. It can't get any worse when the mentor critises you on giving a disjointed and unimaginative commentary.<br /><br />These few months have also been quite tiring going in and out of the hospital. I'm just glad that all the results for the various tests are all negative, and I'm a healthy bunny! :) ( I hope)<br /><br />On a happier note, I'm going for a holiday soon! Yes I know, I just came back from phuket but there's no such thing as too many holidays right :) Anyway, I'm heading to HONGKONG from 15th to 20th May. Wanted to head to Taiwan initially but the discounted air tickets were sold out before I made my decision. So if you guys have any tips on touring hongkong, TELL MEEEE! hahha.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24979736-5021266754470637651?l=chococho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chocochohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18151025522634278473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24979736.post-73692127463361545422008-12-29T22:13:00.004+08:002009-04-09T23:03:35.814+08:00我和你 <br />用着彼此的秘密挟持对方 <br />等待摊牌的那一刻 <br /> <br />但 <br />真正的秘密仍然 <br />被密码禁锢着 <br /> <br />闭上眼 <br />我们就会找到答案 <br />闭上眼 <br />放逐灵魂，放纵欲望 <br />闭上眼 <br />其实你，我，他都一样你这禽兽 <br />别再假清高，装单纯 <br />够了 <br /> <br />明明那么淫荡 <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24979736-7369212746336154542?l=chococho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chocochohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18151025522634278473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24979736.post-60260182761580343082008-12-09T22:17:00.006+08:002009-04-09T23:03:27.912+08:00若我当时能对自己坦诚些<br />承认自己无法违背良心<br />然后再说抱歉<br />而不是散播一些无关紧要的夸张的谎言<br />再坚持自己因为懵懂无知才促成大错来推卸责任<br />或许X年前就不会让我们陷入如今那么难堪,尴尬的局面<br />或许我们还可能继续是好朋友<br /><br />总傻傻的以为时间能冲淡一切<br />我想我错了<br />是你对我还存有戒备<br />还是我已沦落为你世界的陌生人<br />我宁愿是后者<br /><br />我们,只在受过伤害后<br />才能觉悟,看清之前的无耻,龌龊<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24979736-6026018276158034308?l=chococho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chocochohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18151025522634278473noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24979736.post-26645660722508725952008-09-13T03:22:00.003+08:002009-04-09T23:03:27.912+08:00九个月的漫长等待只为这刻<br />产妇，护士们熟练的准备器具<br />站在一旁的父亲眼神呆滞，<br />对于这一刻，他期待很久，但对未来的畏惧却随着秒针的跳动迅速增加<br />但家人都殷切期待这个新生命的诞生，毕竟这孩子是长孙<br />家人还特地为他“算”了个名<br />[政雄]<br /> <br />产妇用力地推。婴儿第一次离开他熟悉的堡垒<br /><br />医生拍了拍婴儿的屁股<br />没反应<br />他再拍<br />还是一样 <br /><br />父母的脸上充满了担忧<br />病房里，大家秉住了呼吸<br />医生再拍了一次<br /><br />“哇！哇！”<br />婴儿的哭声响彻了产房，父母安心了<br />盾时，一家三口呼吸的频率也一致了<br />-------------------------------<br />婴儿也得长大<br />而幼儿的智慧常常多过成人<br /><br />雄瘫坐在百货商场的玩具柜前死赖着不走<br />“不行”父母语气坚决<br /><br />“哇！”<br />泪水勒索着父母<br />而柜子上的玩具就是赎金<br /><br />父母最终还是屈服了<br />拿着玩具向收银台走去<br /><br />雄笑了<br />脸上的笑容是因为满足<br />还是为了庆祝他那奸诈的计划得逞<br />在一旁看好戏的路人也不太清楚<br />--------------------------------<br />人都害怕孤独，所以才为自己找个伴<br />只是我们却看不清楚背后得付出的代价<br /><br />那一次那名好友和他交往5年的女友远走高飞<br />让他再也不相信友情，更不相信爱情<br />反而更欣赏金钱的一视同仁，权利的冷酷了<br /><br />他回到房间里，关上房门<br />试图看着白花花的钞票和银行存折里的数字寻找一些慰藉<br />但视线依然模糊<br /><br />躲进被窝里，<br />以为这种鸵鸟心态能让他不再为这次明目张胆的背叛而伤心<br /><br />只是隔天早上<br />镜子里的自己次憔悴了很多<br />眼睛又红又肿<br /><br />“雄！吃早餐！”母亲并<br />雄拖着沉重的双腿走出房间<br />“哇。没事吧."<br />"我没哭。只是床单该换了。”雄不打自招<br />”噢。”母亲并没有多问几句，毕竟这是他儿子过去是她生体的一部分<br />发生什么事，她比谁都了解<br />--------------------------------<br />孩子会成熟，父母也会老去<br />几年前父亲的过世让他第一次赤裸裸的感受到生老病死的残酷无情<br />但至少那时还有母亲相伴<br /><br />现在轮到母亲离去<br /><br />他一直不断告诉自己<br />黑发人送白发人<br />毕竟也是自然规律<br /><br />终于等到那些来吊丧的闲杂人渐渐离去<br />政雄偷偷的溜到布帘后，好不容易才找到和母亲独处的机会<br /><br />母亲的脸上虽然少了血色，但多了分安详<br /><br />虽然心里一阵欣慰，<br />但泪水还是不听使唤地夺眶而出<br />滴在棺木的玻璃片上<br />泪水好像渗过玻璃，滋润了母亲冰冷的尸体<br /><br />“雄!有客人！"阿姨从外头大嚷道<br />阿姨似乎把丧礼当婚礼来办<br /><br />雄察干了眼泪，平复情绪<br />“噢。来了！”<br /><br />没办法，自己是长孙，不能显得太脆弱<br />--------------------------------<br />死神，大家都会合他见面<br />雄当然也不例外<br /><br />只是在他过度追求<br />名利与金钱的生活<br />躺在病床上才发现<br />床边没有人为他祈祷，与他叙旧<br /><br />泪水不由自主地从眼角流下<br />后悔，无奈，愧疚<br />他微笑，再呼了最后一口气。<br />终于释怀了<br /><br />"哔。。。”<br />床边的机器始终还是做出了最后的判决<br /><br />--------------------------------<br />哭泣<br />其实只是一种表达情绪的管道<br />而且是在自然不过的<br />毕竟我们学会哭泣才懂得呼吸是什么<br /><br />哭泣<br />又从什么时候开始变成一种禁忌<br />只能与懦弱，幼稚划上等号？<br />而且只能属于最黑暗，最孤独的角落<br /><br />哭泣<br />难道那么可耻吗？<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24979736-2664566072250872595?l=chococho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chocochohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18151025522634278473noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24979736.post-85357041225037613542008-09-06T18:34:00.005+08:002009-04-09T23:03:27.914+08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T7712ZnzGj0/SMKS3h_ep0I/AAAAAAAAALQ/WuzYmdZEC70/s1600-h/71689315.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T7712ZnzGj0/SMKS3h_ep0I/AAAAAAAAALQ/WuzYmdZEC70/s320/71689315.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242914398927759170" /></a><br /><br /><br />离开，<br />是解脱的唯一途径<br />是逃避苦闷的办法<br />是脱离规律与束缚的时候<br />是让视野宽广的机会<br />是体验人生的时机<br />是让自己反省的时刻<br /> <br />我们都厌倦自己的生活<br />渴望脱离现实<br />所以我们都爱旅游<br /><br />只是<br />旅游好像只让我们体验<br />别人一样也觉得枯燥乏味的生活<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24979736-8535704122503761354?l=chococho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chocochohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18151025522634278473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24979736.post-73454102940675123662008-09-06T00:35:00.004+08:002009-04-09T23:03:27.915+08:00在这以效率挂帅的冷漠的城市里<br />宽恕没有惩罚重要<br />将心比心甚至是种奢求<br /><br />当努力和结果不成比例时<br />又有哪位圣人会继续理智<br />不苛责<br />不冷言冷语<br /><br />其实<br />不谅解，不原谅也就算了<br />但谦虚些，委婉些，<br />至少为别人，为自己留一条后路走<br />可能大家会好过点<br /><br />我们其实都一样<br /><strong>不完美</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24979736-7345410294067512366?l=chococho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chocochohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18151025522634278473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24979736.post-13478509099764555122008-08-24T11:14:00.003+08:002009-04-09T23:03:27.915+08:00<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/orFkFF4z74M&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/orFkFF4z74M&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T7712ZnzGj0/SLDWV6ZzwMI/AAAAAAAAALI/gusg4GR8v0g/s1600-h/20080815171347-0.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T7712ZnzGj0/SLDWV6ZzwMI/AAAAAAAAALI/gusg4GR8v0g/s320/20080815171347-0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237922038574989506" /></a><br /><br />当初风光上任，如今落寞卸任<br />当年人民口中反腐败的英雄，如今却是人人喊打的过街老鼠<br /><br />8年<br />说长不长，说短也不短 <br />无法作出翻天覆地的改革<br />但至少应该从一而终，坚持实现当初的承诺<br /><br />是自己无法克制心中的贪念<br />还是眼前的利益太诱人<br />其实都不是理由<br /><br />只是，权力由一个人掌握的时候<br />又如何避免他滥用职衔，私吞公款<br /><br />民主<br />真的又值多少？<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24979736-1347850909976455512?l=chococho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chocochohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18151025522634278473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24979736.post-14762271810614914982008-08-23T21:05:00.004+08:002009-04-09T23:03:27.916+08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T7712ZnzGj0/SLANJzBRIxI/AAAAAAAAALA/G6sFy4KMW7k/s1600-h/qiangtoucao.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T7712ZnzGj0/SLANJzBRIxI/AAAAAAAAALA/G6sFy4KMW7k/s320/qiangtoucao.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237700828597396242" /></a><br />墙头草<br />自以为是主角<br />为红砖墙增添另一种色彩<br /><br />当大风从东边吹来时，<br />它尝试站立，<br />但无奈力不从心<br />往西边倒下，塌在红砖上<br /><br />红砖嘲笑它的无知<br />简直是在浪费力气<br />这些情节它可习以为常了<br /><br />园丁从休息室走出<br />套上了白色手套<br />轻轻的扯<br />把墙头草连根拔起<br />丢弃在草地上<br />它不再特别了<br /><br />它才突然觉悟<br />到头来自己只是一撮没人理会的杂草<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24979736-1476227181061491498?l=chococho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chocochohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18151025522634278473noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24979736.post-24907725749762072742008-08-23T00:54:00.004+08:002009-04-09T23:03:27.916+08:00可能因为最近天气转凉，鼻子常常不由自主地流鼻涕<br />而每次都会发生在最尴尬，无助的时候<br />上星期六也不例外<br /><br />踏上地铁，便习惯性的挤向车厢的中央<br />谁知当我一稳住脚步，左手正要抓住把手时，<br />鼻子突然痒得很难受，左手立刻转移目标，盖住了鼻子和嘴巴<br />避免任何惨剧发生<br /> <br />最后发出了两阵高频率的喷嚏<br />身旁的人全都退后一步，大概是被吓着了，我眼睛扫视了周围<br />希望充满歉意地眼神能弥补车厢瞬间消失的安宁<br /><br />这时，鼻子竟然被判了自己<br />突然变得湿湿的。往包包里搜，只挖出了纸巾的包装纸<br /><br />真的只能举白旗投降。人衰，伺鸟变公鸡<br />接着的车程，我不断的擤鼻，频率好像越来越快<br /><br />车门一开，我冲上了电动扶梯，快步走向厕所<br />幸好纸巾贩卖机还在运作<br />放了2毛，按了按钮<br />终于看见了救星。<br /><br />转身离开时，想了想：<br />不，买多一包比较保险。<br />-------------------------------------------------------<br />星期天，独自到了Clementi Central<br />感觉那里已面目全非<br />从前熟悉的喷水池，电影院，快餐店已被拆除<br />取而代之的却是高高的铁栏，墙上的图案解释正在进行的建筑工作<br />图里的建筑很现代，很吸引人<br />我却不以为意。毕竟这个可恨的贼，抢走了我的童年回忆。<br />没办法。发展就是如此现实。You get some, you lose some.<br /><br />走向了熟食中心，正好是午餐时间，只好将就点，和一对夫妻共用桌子<br />在等食物上桌之前，一名20来岁的青年提着个超大的红塑胶带，向食客兜售纸巾<br />他看起来没什么肢体上的残缺，只是一幅脏兮兮的样子，再加上衬衫上的那个大洞，真的很难令人讨喜<br /><br />他到了我的座位<br />“纸巾？”<br /><br />坐我正对面的夫妻毫不犹豫的掏出2元，从塑胶袋拿了2包纸巾<br />他看了我一眼，期待我的下一个动作<br /><br />“一样，两包。谢谢。”<br /><br />我从他手中接过了纸巾，他的手依旧停留在半空中<br />我轻轻的放了5毛在他手心里，再抬头对他微笑<br />他大概了解了我的意思，转身走向下一个目标<br /><br />我只是照市价付钱<br />没有给予多余的施舍<br />没有加扎着不必要的同情<br /><br />卖纸巾，不该成为变相的乞讨<br />特别是那些有工作能力的年轻人<br />其实，买纸巾应该是种正常交易。<br />不是种慈善，不是种救济<br /><br />我深信<br />人穷也得穷得有骨气.<br />你也得和我们一样，靠一点一滴的努力来赚每一分一毛钱<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24979736-2490772574976207274?l=chococho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chocochohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18151025522634278473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24979736.post-78607979223162186002008-08-16T02:42:00.002+08:002009-04-09T23:03:27.916+08:00小伟擦了擦自己的眼睛。<br />红心8，9，10,J,Q<br />不~可~能<br />小伟无法相信他走运的事实<br /><br />筹码冷漠地呆在<br />写着[家庭，朋友，事业，理想]的格子里<br />等待他的下一个指令<br /><br />对身旁其他赌徒的叫嚷声<br />与弥漫着烟草味的空气<br />他却视若无睹<br />毕竟他得在这地下赌窟<br />做他生命的最大抉择<br /><br />呼了一大口气<br />小伟终于决定放手一博<br />双手把所有筹码推向正对面的庄家<br /><br />庄家嘴角微微杨起<br />两只虎牙奸诈的露出<br />右手迅速的翻开桌上的卡<br />黑桃9,10,J,Q,K<br /><br />小伟瘫坐在椅子上<br />完蛋了<br />这次，真的完了<br />-----------------------------<br />赌博<br /><br />穷人扭转乾坤的唯一途径<br />富豪的消遣<br /><br />穷人求神拜佛，孤注一掷，期望未来会有转机<br />富豪嘲笑他们的愚昧，然后下了更大的赌注<br /><br />虽然同样是赌注<br />但却有贵贱之分<br />讽刺。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24979736-7860797922316218600?l=chococho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chocochohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18151025522634278473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24979736.post-84152240536154441732008-08-16T01:47:00.005+08:002009-04-09T23:03:27.917+08:00中国人?<br />华人？<br />华侨？<br />华裔？<br /><br />相似的词汇<br />意思却截然不同<br /><br />其实我们只是在为自己寻找个<br />定位<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24979736-8415224053615444173?l=chococho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chocochohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18151025522634278473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24979736.post-46650730136824282472008-08-12T01:31:00.005+08:002009-04-09T23:03:27.918+08:00曾经是名自认的[天使]<br />深信上帝给予自己的使命<br />就是帮助别人，一视同仁<br />奖赏是种必须<br />信任是种责任<br /><br />可惜我始终<br />找不到懂得珍惜的人<br />找不到物归主<br />找不到终点<br /><br />那时<br />我重重的摔了一跤<br />旁人的耻笑与嘲讽<br />往我双翼狠狠地砍了几刀<br />否定了我的努力，让我理想幻灭<br /><br /><em>那时，我才发现理想竟然是那么不堪一击的</em><br /><br />如今<br />紧系脊椎的双翼已经残缺<br />单薄的身躯托着失去功能的包袱<br />回头望去<br />只见斑驳血迹染红苦闷的石灰地<br />一边忍痛，一边踏着沉重的下一步，一边叹息<br />真的<br />只能自做，自受，自怜<br /><br />当过去成了现在的累赘<br />又有哪位好心人<br />会花多余的功夫修好我背上的翅膀<br />让我再次翱翔？<br />------------------------------------<br />我<br />从没认为自己做错了什么<br />只是在错的地方，错的时间对错的人太好了<br />又有谁能像你一样，一口咬定对人好是种罪？<br /><em>人性本善</em><br />这是我宁愿相信的假象<br /><br />再多的苛责并不能改变现状<br />你是名坚定，责任感强，有效率的领袖<br />我们都知道<br />只是<br />你得学会说话婉转些<br />学会谦虚些，学会多接受别人的观点<br />我们都<strong>拭目以待</strong>。<br /><br />你刚说过：<br />“We won't impose our style of leading on each other"<br />接着说了<br />“Being too nice to the men...at the end of the day...they'll realise they're wrong"<br />岂不是和你刚讲过的[远大理想]背道而驰吗？<br /><br />读到这里你大概会在这entry中找漏洞<br />然后再贬低我，顺便证明自己一厢情愿认为对的观点<br />我想<strong>我们</strong>都已习以为常了<br /><br />累<br />所以不想<br />做不必要的解释<br />之前与你起冲突<br />现在相较之下比较安宁<br />不是因为你的观点比大家的正确<br /><br />只是因为我真的<br /><em>累了</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24979736-4665073013682428247?l=chococho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chocochohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18151025522634278473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24979736.post-78606221871881755102008-08-10T20:53:00.005+08:002009-04-09T23:03:27.919+08:00人类<br />都很犯贱<br />条件优越的总喜爱滥用权利<br />肆无忌惮地欺压他人<br /><br />他们也自然的<br />因为自卑<br />因为自怜<br />尽力找回那份[平等]<br />-----------------------------<br />你的肤色比我黑，所以你是我的奴隶<br /><em>你的肤色比我白，又有什么了不起<br />我一定搞革命，让你不得安宁</em><br /><br />你家世比我穷，你就得听我的<br /><em>你有钱也没必要到处炫耀<br />我一定闹罢工，让你富不过三代</em><br /><br />你的职衔比我卑微，你就是我的下属<br /><em>你的职位比我高，但至少说话尊重点<br />我一定串权夺位，让你不甘愿的叫我“上司”</em><br /><br />命<br />其实在呱呱坠地的那一刻已经决定<br />没必要做无畏的奋斗<br />没必要做无聊的抗争<br />没必要搞得遍体鳞伤<br />毕竟[平等]只是在乌托邦才能找到的理想<br /><br />只有在我们缺了灵魂的躯体被烧成灰烬<br />撒入大海，和大自然融为一体<br />我们才能真正了解并感受到[平等]的真谛<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24979736-7860622187188175510?l=chococho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chocochohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18151025522634278473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24979736.post-12432699168196731672008-08-04T00:31:00.006+08:002009-04-09T23:03:27.920+08:00小杰又习惯性的从包包里挖出片口香糖<br />声旁的小女友，小曼， 不很了解他<br />毕竟他们一星期前才相识<br />“想试？”小杰语气调侃<br /><br />她单纯的点点头，从他手里第一次接过那片单薄的东西<br />小心翼翼的剥开那绿色的包装纸<br />“这，可是违禁品！”<br />一边喃喃自语，一边迫不及待的撕开吕铂纸<br />口香糖也就应声声的落入小曼的口里<br /><br />小杰望了小曼一眼<br /><br />她好像还沉醉在自己的世界里<br />初尝口香糖也不必把自己搞得那么丑吧<br />对他而言爱情和口香糖一样，<br />乍看之下只是个炫美可人的且包装精致的小玩意<br />没必要太认真，没必要放心丝，毕竟都太容易到手<br /><br />没办法，还在热恋期<br />小杰笑了笑<br />小曼满脸的满足，捉了他的手腕<br /><br />这是她的第一次<br />------------------------------<br /><br />口香糖在小曼嘴里嚼着<br />当初的甜甜的滋味，爽口怡人<br />随着逐渐苍白的颜色渐渐消失<br />也许偶尔开始有点厌倦<br />但因为成了习惯<br />因为有了一份依赖<br />她还舍不得丢弃<br /><br />小杰开了房门<br />顺手打翻了桌上空置很久的花瓶<br /><br />她搓了搓无名指的戒指<br />还在<br />告诉自己这只是一场恶梦<br />一觉醒来会好的<br /><br />-----------------------------------<br />又争吵了<br />小曼不断嚼着口香糖，试图让自己冷静<br />没用。<br /><br />“之前的你到底在哪里？”小曼歇斯底里的质问杰<br />“我只是逢场作戏。你，其实只是任我摆布的木偶。”<br /><br />小曼这时才发现两腮酸痛、累到极点<br />按捺不住那突然涌上喉咙的不悦情绪<br /><br />“呸！”<br /><br />口香糖应声声的落在他脸上<br />她转身离开，眼泪盈眶<br />小杰依然面无表情，<br />随性的扫开脸上的粘腻东西<br />抹掉他成经熟悉的唾液<br />解脱了<br /><br />口香糖<br />没有受到任何留恋<br />蒸不熟，嚼不烂，踩不碎，扯不断<br />在繁忙的人行道<br />成了个乌黑的泥丸<br />路人也全然忘记了当初的淳香<br />-----------------------------<br /><br />小曼走向那家贩卖爱情的杂货店<br />要了刚上货架的新口味[只爱陌生人]<br /><br />据说味道不错，刺激诱人，<br />适合追赶时尚，贪图一时愉悦的新新人类<br />她笑了笑<br />付了钱，也没多说什么<br />然后离开<br /><br />　　<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24979736-1243269916819673167?l=chococho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chocochohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18151025522634278473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24979736.post-55210455138751861522008-07-26T23:00:00.004+08:002009-04-09T23:03:27.921+08:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T7712ZnzGj0/SIyDTww3LYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/53M76qXaveY/s1600-h/200333038-001.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T7712ZnzGj0/SIyDTww3LYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/53M76qXaveY/s400/200333038-001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227697643000900994" /></a><br /><br />一直觉得人最好量力而为<br />对明知自己无法完成的事<br />最好敬而远之<br />以免成为他人揶揄的对象<br /><br />是自觉的本能在作祟<br />还是自卑感过于强烈<br /><br />由你们判断<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24979736-5521045513875186152?l=chococho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chocochohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18151025522634278473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24979736.post-35233555205158955982008-07-26T22:59:00.002+08:002009-04-09T23:03:27.922+08:00父母总不厌其烦的告诉孩子<br />做人要遵守承诺<br />做人，最忌就是信口开河<br />这也是华人的一种美德吧<br />但孩子也在耳濡目染的状况下<br />学会随意答应他人的要求<br /><br />因为不想亏欠人情<br />因为不要失去诚信<br />因为不肯与面子过意不去<br />孩子越陷越深<br />最后和父母一样，<br />成为了承诺的奴隶<br /><br />这算是[祸从口出]其中的一个例子吧<br />因为自己口无遮拦<br />大家也就顺理成章的，要求你做一些<br />被唾弃，被厌恶的无畏工作<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24979736-3523355520515895598?l=chococho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chocochohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18151025522634278473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24979736.post-34246159720369711552008-07-21T15:25:00.005+08:002009-04-09T23:03:27.924+08:00在这钢铁水泥的繁华森林中<br />其实窝藏着无数的野兽<br />眼睛就是他们的武器，<br />不断移动的眼珠，<br />正在寻找下一只<br />面孔标致，身材姣好，穿着时尚的猎物。<br />暗自欣赏，满足欲望<br /><br />但所谓的猎物也不是什么省油的灯。<br />穿着暴露，展现修长的腿<br />再为脸上加上几层化学合成物<br />然后<br />斜眼寻找那正在注视自己的野兽。<br />该暗爽，该接受，或是该主动上前认识那位<br />一样也经过精心打扮的野兽<br />其实答案掌握在猎物手中<br /><br />此时<br />谁是掠食者<br />谁是被掠者<br />已经分不太清楚了<br /><br />人类心中还是存在一丝兽性的<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24979736-3424615972036971155?l=chococho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chocochohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18151025522634278473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24979736.post-47180263948037204092008-07-07T00:10:00.005+08:002009-04-09T23:03:27.924+08:00020708<br />瘫坐在电脑前的我正在看我，老板和小老板乘坐CLARKEQUAY的REVERSE BUNGEE的录像 <br />哈哈。原来在日常生活里表情很多的我们，其实在受到惊吓时，比老板镇定多了<br />他看起来真的很狼狈。哈哈<br /><br />突然，我和电脑移出阳台。我尝试挣扎，但却徒劳无功。虽然有些疑惑，但我并没有想逃脱的意念。<br /><br />３，<br /><br />２，<br /><br />１。<br /><br />一阵剧烈的震动后，我和椅子分开了。<br />叹了口气，庆幸一切已结束，谁知下一秒我便像自由落体般，从２０楼的高度飞坠。<br />左手莫名其妙的出现了一条细绳，我想，那大概是我唯一的生机把。<br />我用力拉扯-没反应。<br />再来一次-头上开了个降落伞。<br /><br />然后<br /><br />黑暗。<br /><br />--------------------------<br /><br />左脸颊感觉凉凉的。我尽力的睁开眼睛，试图用意志力抵抗那刺眼的阳光。<br />醒来后，发现我躺在水池里。有５座围绕着水池。我大概是在MAPLEWOODS吧。<br /><br />“凯翔！凯翔！”<br />我立刻起立，往上看，发现我大哥站在阳台，不停的喊着<br />在这时候，一名阿嫂往我方向走来。我试着招手引起她的注意，同时走出水池。<br />她没有反应，只是呆呆的站在水池边。我轻轻的碰了她的肩膀，她还是没反应<br />再碰<br />再碰<br />碰了１０次，迟顿的我才发现我的手竟然穿过她的肩膀<br /><br />不～会～吧<br /><br />听见左边一阵骚动，我转头看。<br /><br />惊见我的尸体侧躺在染满鲜血的石灰地，左脸颊彻底的扁了，颈项脱离身体，四肢骨折，<br />眼睛睁得很大。<br />－－－－－－－－－－－－<br />惊醒。看了时间。０２５５。又是这个时间。<br />同寝室的同伴都睡得很香。<br />我拾起掉在地上的EEYORE,尽量从他身上挤出一些安全感。<br /><br />然后又倒头大睡<br />－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－<br />060708<br /><br />I stood in front of the 24C OVM cage, racking my brains and counting my OVM for the 4th time. It's one of those futile attempts trying to tallying the tank platoon's OVM.<br /><br />I threw my hands up in despair and sat on a grease tub. Nothing's going to work! <br /><br />At this moment, my phone rang. It's my PS. No way am I going to answer it when I'm thinking so hard.<br /><br />10seconds later. <br />"WAHLAU EHHHHH!"<br /><br />My phone rang again. This time round, it's my PC. I took a deep breath and calmed myself down before depressing the "answer" button.<br /><br />"hellooo? wassup?" I squeezed the words out of my throat, trying to sound as sweet as possible.<br /><br />"erm. bad news. some guy is coming to do an OVM check in an hour's time." he was in his usual demeanour, still as composed as ever.<br /><br />I instantly hung up, ran to my cage, and to my horror, a 17-19 came alive.<br /><br />"Haha. told you to get the indent for the shortfalls ealier right?"That sly-ness in his grin was overpowering.<br /><br />I ignored it, and turned away. The next thing i knew, a 5kg hammer came flying towards my head.<br /><br />And it became dark.<br /><br />"I can't stand it. That KaiSiang is so damned forgetful. He left without locking the cages. SEE! even the keys are here!" My PS' distinct voice woke me up.<br /><br />I tried to wiggle a little, but i couldn't move. Staring down, i realised I can't see my legs either. Then my PS came towards me, picked me up, and put his finger through my mouth and started twirling me.<br /><br />OHMYTIAN! I BECAME A 17-19!<br /><br />He placed me onto the shelf, just beside THAT 17-19 that could speak. Then, I saw that evil smile on my PS' face.<br /><br />No. That expression looked familiar. HE LOOKS LIKE THAT 17-19!<br /><br />He locked up the cage. It was dark once more.<br />--------------------------<br />I woke up, ran to on the lights and looked at the clock. It's 0255.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24979736-4718026394803720409?l=chococho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chocochohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18151025522634278473noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24979736.post-10939327344513527582008-06-29T00:59:00.005+08:002009-04-09T23:03:27.925+08:00觉得满无聊的，便浏览了<a href="http://www.sonybmg.com.tw/pop/deserts/index.php">张悬</a>的网站<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T7712ZnzGj0/SGZvi_deAPI/AAAAAAAAAHo/IBGu5zUqH68/s1600-h/zhang+xuan.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T7712ZnzGj0/SGZvi_deAPI/AAAAAAAAAHo/IBGu5zUqH68/s400/zhang+xuan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216979865296568562" /></a><br /><br />本以为这只是她其中一张生活照<br /><br />但仔细看了书包上所写的字，我突然狂笑<br /><br />哪有这么笨的校长会为学校取那么难听的名字？！？！？！<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24979736-1093932734451352758?l=chococho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chocochohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18151025522634278473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24979736.post-85869368587019631642008-06-27T22:23:00.008+08:002009-04-09T23:03:27.926+08:00上星期六的NDP彩排来了6名MDC的成员<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T7712ZnzGj0/SGT8yL_5R2I/AAAAAAAAAHg/Hai6tLwDl10/s1600-h/IMG_0086.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T7712ZnzGj0/SGT8yL_5R2I/AAAAAAAAAHg/Hai6tLwDl10/s320/IMG_0086.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216572207546320738" /></a><br />出场前，觉得他们非常滑稽。明明都是20几30岁的成年人了，却像少女般在爬上梯级时大嚷大叫。<br />上台后简直变了个人似的。6名团员合作无间，默契十足。音乐转换成下一幕后却还继续摆动着身体。<br />而这张照片是我在那时候“偷拍”的<br /><br />虽然自己不是什么懂得欣赏舞蹈的百姓，但至少我看得出他们对自己工作的无比热忱。<br />只是到底有多少人能把羡慕化成力量，打从心底的喜爱自己的工作？<br /><br />或许工作只是个赚钱的工具<br />而自己只是个每天重复做某些相同动作的机器<br />-------------------------------------------<br />蛮久前和老妈一起看电视。当广告开始播映时我便习惯性的拿起遥控器，CHANNEL SURF了起来。<br />刚好转到体育台，而那天直播的是在南美的某个沙滩排球赛。<br />眼神顿时停留在球员的傲人胸围然后假装不以为意的转到别台去<br /><br />“噢，你老妈以前可是个很厉害的排球队员”<br />她眼神露出我好久没看见的愉悦，然后继续霹雳啪啦的讲了一大串排球的规则和策略<br />而坐在一旁的我却在想为什么身为她儿子的我并没有遗传到老妈的运动细胞<br /><br />终于安静了<br />本想问她是否真的想当个排球员？<br />还是她会选择当排球员或售货经理？<br /><br />“噢你这星期工作如何？”<br />终究还是狠狠地把她拉回现实<br /><br />哈哈我这个不孝子<br />----------------------------------------<br />以前总在想为什么父母总不会像老师一样，问自己的志愿是什么<br />长大后才渐渐了解<br />梦想不是所有<br />理想不一定达到<br />做人最好脚踏实地<br /><br />但当机会来时，<br />一定要把握<br />一定要坚持<br />一定要努力<br />让大家看到自己对于那份工作的渴望<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24979736-8586936858701963164?l=chococho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chocochohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18151025522634278473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24979736.post-24420579702153598012008-06-18T17:27:00.004+08:002009-04-09T23:03:27.927+08:00刚从NUH回来<br />当我在等候室，我隔壁传来这段对话<br />------------------------<br />“You'll get back to work, I'll give you fit for light duties.”<br />医生是个印度人，而病人是名60来岁的华族男子。 或许伯伯满面疑惑，没有回应医生。<br /><br />“light duties?" 医生再次重复，以为提高声量那UNCLE会听懂。<br />“XX NURSE! What's light duties in Chinese?" 他终究还是放弃了，向附近的马来NURSE求救。<br /><br />"医生给你<strong><em>轻工</em></strong>."<br /><br />我差点从椅子上摔下<br />天啊！这是什么翻译！<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24979736-2442057970215359801?l=chococho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chocochohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18151025522634278473noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24979736.post-32659822515166971302008-06-18T02:05:00.003+08:002009-04-09T23:03:27.927+08:00NDP REHEARSAL 过后和小老板道别，剩下我和老板在巴士站<br /><br />“原来你的遭遇还不少。。。”老板对于我从小被怪被怪伯伯骚扰感到十分好奇<br /><br />“哈哈不然我会变成这个样子？”<br /><br />我延续了我的“三八”look,翻了翻白眼，敷衍的笑了几下, 避免焦点又回到我的身上。<br /><br />静<br /><br />“噢，你没做你的招牌POSE?”老板很少女的比了个“胜利”的手势摆在左脸颊<br /><br />“屁啦！哪有！那不是我的招牌动作！”心里觉得有点莫名其妙但却假装激动地否认<br /><br />“噢。那不是这个是什么动作？”他回应的语气有些调皮<br /><br />妈的！我又不经意的露馅。<br /><br />“哈哈”<br /><br />再静<br /><br />“哈哈。今天很难熬哦。”老板有点牵强的把这句话挤出口<br /><br />“对咯。我stuck在三楼。什么都没做。”<br /><br />又再静<br /><br />我作了些小动作试图分散自己的注意力，再踮起脚，以为这样巴士会立刻出现<br /><br />好像没什么用<br /><br />再偷瞄了老板一眼<br /><br />他好像一直注视着地板。 <br /><br />想问他关于他的生活的问题但感觉太唐突<br /><br />这3分钟好像过的比十年还漫长<br /><br />哇。我快疯了！<br /><br />为了避开那尴尬的沉默，我最后不搭比较方便的106，而是选择搭77。<br /><br />（通常我都会等同伴上车后才离开。毕竟我回家真的很方便。还有。。。老板，若你读到这篇文章请原谅我的苦闷 :1）<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24979736-3265982251516697130?l=chococho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chocochohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18151025522634278473noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24979736.post-5258830131071266442008-06-16T03:11:00.007+08:002009-04-09T23:03:27.927+08:00小时候 <br />我从不自愿参加任何团体运动 <br />因为我害怕跌倒，担心受伤 <br />也因为我太过在意同学的眼光 <br />毕竟我是足球界俗称的“鸭脚”级人物 <br />上游泳课时也是永远落在同学的后面，虽然我每次都很尽力 <br />渐渐的， 我相信体育细胞是无法培养的 <br /> <br />也因为我的理智 <br />我从没体会过有一大群“兄弟”的滋味 <br />而是一口咬定他们只是为了寻找遗失的安全感而成天粘腻在一块儿 <br />聊的总是一些没营养的话题 <br /> <br />或许我的理智 <br />让我发现其实我头脑的构造比别人的简单 <br />读书时总得付出双倍的努力 <br />完全和“出类拔萃”这四个字沾不上边 <br /> <br />可能是因为我的理智 <br />我才了解我的家境并不富裕 <br />无法负担初院生补习的费用 <br />而我也只能傻傻的羡慕同学在琴键上舞动的手指 <br />然后又回到我的书桌，继续埋头苦干 <br />毕竟我得比别人务实些 <br />未来我要赚大钱 <br /> <br />好几次想弥补失去的这一切 <br />尝试踢足球 <br />召集所谓的“兄弟”，做出很欠扁的表情 <br />也曾试图从别人身上搜出自己的归属感 <br /> <br />却发现这些都很不[凯翔] <br /> <br />现在 <br />我做事常常只靠蛮力 <br />对朋友也太过忠诚 <br />对爱情并没有太大憧憬 <br />个性太闷，连和别人聊的话题都让一旁观察的人不断打哈欠 <br />因为有了这份理智我失去了部分的童年 <br /> <br />我并不在埋怨 <br />而只是在诉说我的故事 <br />提醒那些还拥有青春的青少年 <br />尽情挥洒你的青春 <br />去疯狂吧！ <br /> <br />这样，遗憾或许会少一些<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24979736-525883013107126644?l=chococho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chocochohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18151025522634278473noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24979736.post-73699510169545151222008-06-15T01:07:00.001+08:002009-04-09T23:03:27.928+08:00星星<br />没必要做那最耀眼夺目的<br />只要<br />静静的在一旁散发持续的光芒<br />相信<br />总有一天，在地面上会有个人<br />懂得欣赏“永恒”的美丽<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24979736-7369951016954515122?l=chococho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chocochohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18151025522634278473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24979736.post-71706763497697329142008-06-06T21:31:00.006+08:002009-04-09T23:03:27.929+08:00以前总以为<br />装平易近人<br />对讨厌的人也总是张牙舞爪<br />生怕自己白吃亏<br />才能在生命里成功<br /><br />但在我正想寻回遗失的自己 <br />我发现“他”也被岁月淹没了<br />那层层的包袱好像能令我窒息 <br /><br />我试图一层层的剥开<br />但它却好像无止境的包菜般<br />永远寻不出那颗“心”<br /><br />放弃吧<br /><br />我又漆上另一层保护色<br />穿上那沉重的灰甲<br /><br />照了镜子<br />然后叹了一口长长的气<br />也许这就是成年的代价<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24979736-7170676349769732914?l=chococho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chocochohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18151025522634278473noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24979736.post-20292296046319782282008-04-20T00:40:00.004+08:002009-04-09T23:03:27.931+08:00repost<br />前几天在路上碰到另一名很久，很久没见得朋友。<br /><br />刚好，我们两也蛮有空，便到了附近的咖啡厅聊天。<br /><br /> <br /><br />“凯翔，你不是人。。。”<br /><br />“咦？”我满面疑惑，对他突如其来的“攻击”毫无防备。<br /><br />“哈哈。。。吓着你吧。你当然不是人，只是个感情过于泛滥的动物。”<br /><br />呵呵。我不明白他的逻辑，动物可能有感情吗？<br /><br />算了。我也找不出反驳他的方法。<br /><br /> <br /><br />“噢。我拜五就入伍了。”这，好像是我第一万八千两百五十三次重复这句话。<br /><br />“哈哈。。。你这种书生要去当兵，真的很难想象。”<br /><br />“对啊。我性格另类，非运动行的男生。要怪就怪政府吧。什么怪逻辑，叫个书生去拿枪？！简直浪费了我两年的青春！”我打趣地说道。<br /><br />“你应该说是“男生的光环”害着你了吧。大家好像对各性别都有特定的印象。男生就得对运动有兴趣。女生在职场上永远都因为社会的刻板印象而永远落在男生后头。越过那框框，你就是- 怪。”<br /><br />终于，我有点了解他的思考模式了。<br /><br />----------------------------------------<br /><br />最近大家好像又对我的性向存有怀疑<br /><br />只不过说话动作多了一些<br />对好朋友的关心也被放大了100倍<br /><br />讨厌同事把我on course 时发生的事当回锅饭炒<br />毕竟是上司自愿照顾我，注意我<br />可能耍了些小心机<br />But c'mon. Who doesn't do that.<br /><br />痛恨的是我已尽量把公事和私事的界限分得很清楚<br />避免和上司有一些不必要的交谈<br /><br />但感觉一切都毁了<br /><br />而我很清楚<br />我不是祸端<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24979736-2029229604631978228?l=chococho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chocochohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18151025522634278473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24979736.post-24461203901876644432008-03-23T17:42:00.003+08:002009-04-09T23:03:27.931+08:00戏<br />几时演完？<br />我只是一名期待红帘子关上的配角。<br /><br />震耳欲聋的掌声停止<br /><br />掌声的肯定<br />聚光灯的注视 <br />起鸡皮疙瘩的感觉<br />导演的怒吼<br /><br />或许我再也没有机会感受这些。<br /><br />人<br />不就是如此的矛盾<br />在曲终人散后才感到惋惜。<br /><br />你<br />难道不也是这样吗？<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24979736-2446120390187664443?l=chococho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chocochohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18151025522634278473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24979736.post-58059291491148172092007-12-20T00:25:00.002+08:002009-04-09T23:03:27.931+08:00对与错又何必在意？<br />也都只是一念之差而已。<br /><br />对只是因为多数人都奉行；<br />错只是因为多数人不赞同。<br />决定，始终操纵在你我手中。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24979736-5805929149114817209?l=chococho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chocochohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18151025522634278473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24979736.post-66533396321736087962007-12-16T17:37:00.001+08:002009-04-09T23:03:27.931+08:00今天刚从“监狱”放出来。连续做了48小时的duties.星期五做了COS，星期六做了Guard3。真的累垮了。只能怪自己太心软，在星期五0400答应代替工作伙伴当COS。<br /><br />在回家的路途中，不懂为什么突然兴起，想吃碗肉脞面。我也习惯性的点了杯冰咖啡,<br />选了个‘风水’位，独自享受那单纯的味道，看着比往常繁忙的十字路口。<br /><br />想<br /><br />人活着都是为了创造[回忆]。可能你已经察觉，但他一定在你的潜意识里。<br />毕竟我们天天都在寻找一些被淡忘的回忆<br />同时也为了未来而创造出一些回忆<br /><br />就拿今天来说吧。<br />这碗肉脞面让我想起小时候，常因为赶时间上校车，妈就会吩咐我到附近的咖啡店买面<br />面摊的老板很有善-我只记得这么多<br />5年前我还记得老板的样貌，和一些我和他接触的故事<br />而可能在十年后，我会渐渐的把小时候的事给遗忘<br />反而更记得的是在服兵役时做过48小时的duty<br /><br />很难想象这一碗面其实满载着这么多的人生故事<br />可惜的是我们无法把他们一一从脑袋里的深处找回来<br />搜到的只是一些零零碎碎的记忆<br />所以我喜欢乱写东西，乱拍照<br />不想以后得到[城市人失意症候群]<br />因为生活的忙碌而忘了自己的过去<br />成为一个只在乎未来的迷惘城市人<br /><br />毕竟回忆制造[现在]<br />而你的[现在]其实就是你[未来]的回忆<br />与其说我们为[未来]而奋斗，不如说[过去]是鼓励我们继续奋战的动力<br /><br />By the way<br />HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOOONG! :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24979736-6653339632173608796?l=chococho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chocochohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18151025522634278473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24979736.post-75585843019902084202007-12-09T21:32:00.002+08:002009-04-09T23:03:27.932+08:00相对<br /><br />生命其实就是个比较的游戏<br /><br />美丽是因为有了丑陋的衬托而迷人<br />没有尝过痛苦也就不会享受快乐<br />成功也是因为失败而存在<br /><br />希望大家都能用这正面的态度面对眼前的困难<br /><br />加油!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24979736-7558584301990208420?l=chococho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chocochohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18151025522634278473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24979736.post-85075034136814581672007-11-04T19:02:00.002+08:002009-04-09T23:03:27.934+08:00有些朋友像恒星<br />他的存在平淡却永恒<br />有些朋友却像彗星<br />灿烂，精彩却短暂<br /><br />彗星或许原本就不是太阳系成员<br />它只是来自太阳系之外的过客<br />无意中闯进了太阳系<br />而后又义无反顾地回到茫茫的宇宙深处<br /><br />我因该学会了解这个道理吧<br />然后习惯慢慢的遗忘过去<br />反正人长大了<br />得看开一些<br />得虚伪一些<br />得看起来若无其事<br /><br />或许<br />我该在嘴里叼根烟<br />再把自己灌醉<br />-----------------------------<br /><br />Been a rather tiring week. Prepared for the gunner's first 75mm range.<br />Felt like a failure cos i kept screwing things up.<br /><br />Screwed the lowloading and got scolded by an older spec which kinda went ard and bitched about me for the whole day.<br /><br />After that the turret kinda leaked A4 and i told my men to clear it up and leave some newspapers to absorb the oil. Before i know it, another PS gathered all the commanders and showed them the 'mess'. Great. And i didn't even had the chance to explain myself, neither was i the only commander that's in charge of the tank.<br />Talk about taking initiative.<br /><br />Then there was this thing about night preparation and the battalion SOP. Passed down the instructions to the commmanders and even showed them how to do it. Too bad they didn't follow and I also didn't check, and when PS came, i got hell from him.<br /><br />I was thinking, since they're fellow commanders, it isn't too nice to check on them.<br />I guess I was wrong.<br /><br />Now that i'm noticed for the mistakes i've done, it seems that certain individuals are blaming me for misdeeds that i'm not responsible for. So in the end, I was swallowing my pride and cleared them up.<br /><br />Maybe one day, they'll see it.<br />Maybe one day, i'll be more focused<br />my first COS duty is coming up this tuesday. Wish me luck.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24979736-8507503413681458167?l=chococho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chocochohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18151025522634278473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24979736.post-28064936418011855522007-10-05T00:38:00.002+08:002009-04-15T00:04:07.213+08:00<strong>守护星之言</strong><br /><br />有时觉得上天似乎有些不公平<br />长得好看就会得到<br />多一点怜惜<br />多一点机会<br />多一点人缘<br />做错事是也能编织出一些冠冕堂皇的理由来敷衍大家<br /><br />如果更幸运的话<br />也会有个默不吭声的人静静的支持着他<br />傻傻的以为自己是他的守护星<br />他，也习惯性变得贪婪<br />把一切当成理所当然似的<br />或许他是真的无知，对他身边发生的事完全不敏感<br />还是他只是选择置之不理<br /><br />可能习惯让人不珍惜身边的一切吧<br /><br />好几次守护星想偏离航道<br />“真的受够了"<br />“我做太多的吗"<br />“喂别人牺牲这么多，值得吗”<br />是不忍心<br />还是也被‘习惯’打败了？<br />它也不知道<br /><br />宇宙大爆炸即将来临<br />直觉告诉我守护星一定会偏离航道<br />感觉上大家都坦然面对<br />他也好像若无其事一样<br />只有守护星还是傻傻的等待<br /><br />等待迟来的感激<br />---------------------------------<br />他。加油吧<br />让别人相信你的成就是靠自己的实力争取来的。<br />---------------------------------<br />想。他脆弱时是守护星安抚他<br />遇到麻烦时它也尽力平复状况<br />碰到别人对他的不满也是它来摆平<br /><br />只是当守护星疲惫的时候<br />有谁会一样静静的聆听<br /><br />“它会自然的好起来。”<br />好像曾经听他那么说过<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24979736-2806493641801185552?l=chococho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chocochohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18151025522634278473noreply@blogger.com0