原来

眼泪可以没理由的飙,
心情可以无止境的坠,
曲终人散后的恭维,
是自我陶醉的狼狈.

当理智战胜了爱情的时候,
几经轮回的眼泪,
天色的黑白蓝灰,
都早已无所谓.

Stress is good

Just got off work...

Being busy and stress @ work is good... even though it started with inertia, but it takes your mind off everything else, even hunger.

(Mis)Quoting Gekko,

Stress is right.

Stress works.

Stress clarifies, cuts through, and captures the essence of the evolutionary spirit.

Stress, in all of its forms -- stress for life, for money, for love, knowledge -- has marked the upward surge of mankind.

然后怎样

二十七个春夏秋冬后,
自己还在原地兜圈圈.
是时候问问自己,
接下来的日子,
是要春,夏,秋,还是冬.

叶子•可惜不是你

分手第三天

因为知道感受后会痛，所以闭而远之。
因为知道努力后会是无奈，所以挣扎着挣扎中的挣扎。
因为知道挣扎是种循环，所以享受麻醉，所以情愿放弃。
以往的以往，以及以后的以后。
因为我才发觉，原来我连要你过得比我好的能力都没有了。

And we both agreed...

纵有百般不舍，还是选择了割舍。
拥有你记忆中的白纸，上色的却是别人。
不是我不曾爱你，我害怕面对自己，
我的理智，藏着寂寞傻子。
如果我不再爱你，我不会恨我自己，
你的固执，是我呵护的刺。
因为我还是爱你，
我才会笑着祝福，
有种真爱不是我的。
只是当又把回忆翻开，
除了你之外的空白，
还有谁能来教我爱。

The crazy one...

“I would add that if you don’t regularly feel utterly confused, if you don’t occasionally feel like you’re treading just above water, if you don’t ever feel misunderstood, then you probably aren’t living in life — you’re just observing it.” --- Ben Casnocha

Perhaps the past few months of agony, late nights, self-doubts are just part of living life, again. I need to be able to start "feeling" again.

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Think Different

(Apple Computer Ad Campaign)

Here’s to the crazy ones.

The misfits.
The rebels.
The troublemakers.
The round pegs in the square holes.
The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules.
And they have no respect for the status quo. You can praise them, disagree with them, quote them,
disbelieve them, glorify or vilify them.
About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them.
Because they change things.

They invent. They imagine. They heal.
They explore. They create. They inspire.
They push the human race forward.

Maybe they have to be crazy.
How else can you stare at an empty canvas and see a work of art?
Or sit in silence and hear a song that’s never been written?
Or gaze at a red planet and see a laboratory on wheels?
We make tools for these kinds of people.

While some see them as the crazy ones,
we see genius.
Because the people who are crazy enough to think
they can change the world, are the ones who do.

So maybe I'm just different. Times and again I've asked why can't I be "normal". Am I really different, or simply enjoy, and influence others to think I'm different? Is different simply a case of being the minority? And what if there are no longer "majorities", and instead, sprockets of minorities, would we then be "similarly different"?