看来我每次来这里都带着不愉快的心情. 今天我很不开心, 得知了一个旧识的死讯. 他在一个月前被三发子弹夺去了生命. 这让我已麻木的心再次学会憎恶. 这种悲剧在南非几乎每天都会上演. 许多国人赤着双手来到这南部的非洲,想为国内的家人创造一个跟好的明天. 结果呢,有多少人把命留在这个陌生的土地上. 而我又能痛恨谁呢? 那些抢匪还是政府的无能. 说这里的华侨是在用命换取金钱和未来在一天前我会觉得有点言过其实,但现在的我觉得这句话一点都不委过. 我真心希望我的记忆中不要再增加这种情节了, 祝愿这里所有华侨都能平平安安的. 还有...朋友啊,走好.

 

想写一篇在上海九日的日记, 可是发现自己没有毅力去完成它. 不想去回忆这九天了, 想到她还是会痛. 原来自己不适合做游戏红尘的人.

 

男人的爱或喜欢可以做除法,即使有了一个归属,心还是可以分一部分给他人. 说他们是玩弄女人的感情? 常常男人觉得自己可以或向往'潇洒', 但有几个是做得到的. 选择对他们来说难道不残酷吗? 何谓选一个更喜欢的...把她留下, 牺牲另一个? 被淘汰的那位占据的位置呢? 对她的那一份说抹杀就抹杀吗?! 然后人们开始批判这个男人, 花心, 混蛋, 玩弄他人感情的人...

 

他永远不会是受害者的角色, 因为他是男人. 他起草了开始,所以他有罪. 那男人是要一辈子压抑自己的感情来配合社会的道德伦理吗? 有权说'不'吗? 

 

刚和朋友说自己做人的原则是阅尽天下春色而不处处留情. 随后便明白以前那些只是'沾水尚浅'. 哈, 伴娘和伴郎的故事以朋友都没得做而收场... 

 

还是写了, 世界批判我吧, you know what? I dont care!

 

 

 

我相信看完<数火车>的人们都会有所感触... Please read the dialog below carefully if you understand English well, it is such a memorable quote.

 

                                                                                                         

 

Sick Boy: Honor Blackman, a.k.a. Miss Pussy Galore. What a total fucking misnomer!
Mark "Rent-boy" Renton: [narrating] Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?

 

对了,Chan, it's a masterpiece!

 

 

 

 

 

                                 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

经过努力,从网上找到了良久没有联系的上海校友, 心情用愉悦来形容吧. 因为记性不好( 怀疑自己得了Goldfield Syndrome),我学园时代的片段都快被剪辑成了白纸. 只因为被老同学用腼腆来形容那时的我, 便对着屏幕痴痴傻笑. 又因为老同学说离开得太早, 流失了许多精彩, 便有点黯然. 原来自己的情绪是如此容易被左右的. 看来老同学们可以给那张白纸加点颜色了. 一语点题, 找到就好.