Saturday, September 15, 2007

外星人

他抽煙
但奇怪在身上總不帶一點煙味
看香煙輕輕地掛在他兩指之間
驟覺連手的形態也很美
他總帶著這股獨特的空氣
他自己就像一陣風吹過
頭髮動感卻輕盈地飄著
每一步都充滿力量
卻又跳躍得彷彿雙腳離地一樣
飄過這鬧市
隨意地掉落的煙頭
他不經意地拿起釘書機
咔嚓一聲
若無其事的放回原處
幾個字像魔法般掠過空氣中
又在四分一秒內煙消魂散
他肆意地走過車來車往的馬路
像走在只屬於他的道路上

周遭的一切都不能影響你
你根本不屬於這個世界的塵煙

好一種悄然無聲的反叛
一種泰然自若的超脫
只能道是爐火純青

甚至全部人都不能確定
你的名字



為甚麼收起了你那似笑非笑的模樣

離開
走了一段路
我之所以折返
原來只為了一扇不需要
由我來關上的門
只好怪運氣
乾脆聽聽歌
多留一會



那種出世
是否都因為受感知者的幻覺



這應該不是一個真實的故事

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Friday, September 14, 2007

Je t'adore

I admire
the way that you are always at ease
living a life that is so undisturbing, so naturally comforting
to the beings around you
yet being so incredibly unique at the same time
a funny hairstyle
a motor bike
and your "moldy" trousers, as you've remarked;
I admire the way how swiftly you've swung yourself
to the other side of the roof
how you playfully jump over the gap
yet anxiously urging me to stay away from the cliff
and how well you know the undiscovered areas
as you tell bits and pieces of stories of your past
I admire the way you talk
serious and confident at times
critically humorous otherwise
and when you mindlessly comments on the surroundings
or curiously checks out your target of interest
I just couldn't get my mind off
that amused expression on your face
and when you speak to me-
the questions you asked
the advice you've given...
how I wish we have talked more.

-。-。-。-。-。

Je t'adore dans ma maniere unique.

Oh. I just feel like saying it. Makes me feel better.
Or perhaps I just wanna feel poetic.

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Friday, September 07, 2007

"係咁咖啦"

你試下再同我講多句o丫
「o下,係咁咖啦」
Thank you so much for your information喎
你不如試下想像下
下次你同我呻你工作有咩不如意,
然後我回贈閣下一句
"o下,返工,係咁咖啦。"
...你係咪會唔想再睬我呢?

Copy o左Lorena個MSN Tag
Personnes ne pensent jamias de s'inventer un destin
鬼叫我o地學o黎學去都係慧敏姐o個句
"C'est la vie"咩