他可還記得那幾年的我

　　
雲躲在天空中哭了多少天
旅途究竟有多遠　誰又看得見
他可還記得　那幾年的我

雨打在黑暗之中孤伶伶的花
無聲的長大　等著誰愛她
也許以前那個我　也是這樣吧

我走過春風秋雨等愛的回答
太多的記憶在心中說話
我忘了風吹雨打再也不害怕
也曾偶而夢見那　月光裏的家

讓眼淚飄在風中變成一封信
一路上為我紀錄遺忘了的心
好多年之後　我走到哪裡

雨打著埋在心中最後那朵花
躲在心中那個我　在跟誰講話
還有誰忘記了　半路上的我

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有點想念，長髮的我。
　

Every Year Counts

　　

A day is a step, a year is a tango.
A day is a tourist, a year is a traveler.
A day is a chance encounter, a year says love.
A day is frustration, a year is a melody.

A day is a lump of clay,
　a year is a whatever you want it to be.

A day is a thought, a year is a philosophy.
Every year counts. Glenfiddich.

好喜歡這支廣告：) 說給未來一年的自己聽。

Am I a Snob?

　
Like Woolf, I'll definitely answer my own rhetorical question with a yes, willing said. And I know that snobbery hurts. I know that it hurts all the more by knowingly wounding others even when they've already fallen, with their wounds agape. Snobbery wounds and continues to wound because it is snobbery: it does not like to admit that it is wrong.

And so I apologize for my snobbery.

Would you forgivet the other part of me
who is not snobbish?

Paul Klee

　　

A drawing is simply a line going for a walk.

　　　　　－Paul Klee 1879-1940

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I read about him when I was doing a research on post-modernist art. Like his style. I wonder why mere dots, lines, squares and blocks of paint will have such a power to move me.

Like the saying of his too. Sooo cute : )

我的自殘成性

　　
我的天哪！
我就快要寫完了耶！
(只剩 conclusion)

但我竟覺得有點捨不得～
捨不得把東西寫完
^^^^^^^^^^^^
喂喂喂還是純粹又想逃避了 ！

請問這是怎麼一回事 一_一0


Well, I am masochistic, no doubt...


是說... 我寫作的速度也是有夠慢的了...
等到我要能熄燈去睡早上醒來再檢查修改
可能至少也要五點了吧...

到時再來覺得捨不得也不遲。

Thank You for the Rainbow

　
An email from Prof. Chi-she Li, my English Writing advisor:

Please do not doubt yourself. I have full confidence in you. As I told you, you are very sophisticated in both your intellectual ability and writing. You could be a great scholar in the future if you choose to.

.　 　.　 　.　 　.　 　.　 .

I trust that you will do way much better in the future. You do have all the wonderful qualities to be an excellent writer.

Thanks a million for your confidence in me, even when I begin to doubt myself....

Wish Me Luck

　　
關於我的 Woolf paper，
no more 加油。我已經太努力了：
寫到第十三頁還沒討論完。

All I need is a little luck。

除了時間非常不夠
進度仍如龜爬之外，
截至目前為止，
我對自己寫的東西還算滿意。

九死一生之後，
好像任督二脈被打通似地，
思路也比較清晰了。

很好很好。