C'est la vie此情可待成追忆, 只是当时已惘然 So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past

自从荷兰走后, 觉得本届世界杯没什么看头了, 虽然说客观来讲荷兰的确不能走多远
结果昨天见鬼的意大利＆黄健翔证实了这一点.
黄信誓旦旦地说那是一个点球, 我完全看不出来哪里该判点球.
后来黄健翔竟然抽风了, 我就无言了.

感觉就像tmd中国人不能干点有用的事么?欧洲人玩球玩的开心这边13亿人口的国家台评论员抽风了, 至于吗. 到头来还被欧洲人笑话东亚病夫. 怎么总是只有自己做奴隶的分呢, 中国人自己争口气把球踢好等他们来抽风不行吗. 就好像现在的人学英语学的死去活来, 何必呢, 每次大鼻子问我中文我就笑的特得意.

感觉越来越荒谬了.

打成这样的意大利竟然这么幸运.

感谢黄抽风, 让我在这一天有点事转移注意力. 我已经头中一片空白了. 我要疯了.

are you the one

Mermaid Song by Sarah Khider   (seems that it's got another name as when you know by hooverphonic?? Anyway, the Chivas commercial song)　　
　　

     We could be together
　　Everyday together
　　We could sit forever
　　As loving waves spill over
　　
　　
　　Verse:
　　The moon is fully risen
　　And shines over the sea
　　As you glide in my vision
　　The time is standing still
　　Don’t shy away too long
　　This is a boundless dream
　　Come close to me my reason
　　I’ll take you in my wings
　　
　　
　　Chorus:
　　We could be together
　　Everyday Forever
　　We belong together
　　Further seas and over
　　
　　
　　Verse:
　　In the garden of the sea
　　I see you looking over
　　With my wistful melody
　　You leap into the water
　　It is no breaths sighing
　　This is the mermaid song
　　The singing of my sisters
　　The sea has drown for long
　　
　虽然听着chivas的音乐， 人却完全不是chivas的感觉. 希望有这种潇洒惬意, 实际上是快要疯了. 令我略感安慰的是, 似乎跟我讲过话的人都被我搞疯了, 比如00, 比如ami, .....平衡了一点.....

   我已经紧张到了恶心的地步, 简直不知道应该坐还是站手往哪放,(幸好, 此刻我还清醒地命令我自己打字) 
   感觉真的真的是要疯了.
   于是下午花了一个小时和xg聊天. 感觉好了很多, 酣畅淋漓.

     00在泰山上被我弄疯了.
     愿主保佑00明晚8:00能平安正常地滚回来接受下一轮颠覆.

其实我还想说点什么的, 但实在是想不起来了. 聊天聊的心情真的不错了.这歌听得也不错.荷兰看得我无言了. 哈利波特6看完了. 4的电影看了, 不是一般的难看.　

I've had enough!
More than I could bear!

My second visit to ami, my 8 o'clock-get-up out of my daily 10, with an awful hurry stemming from enough expectation and importance from my part, turned out to be worse than ever. As soon as i grabbed the damn bus, it dawned on me that i was never the only one invited. This sense of being let down was nothing compared to the feeling when i found out who the other i-dunno guests were: wong&baobao. Ok, i was easy-going. i'm trying to treat it just as a normal classmate meeting. Sit in the stupid gallery, listening to their stupid comments on things on display. Wrong time, with wrong people. And when it finall came to a greezy&noisy but non-inexpensive restaurant, never had i missed Starbucks more.

There it is. I've had enough. Every single sneer they responded to my words, every arrogant and vain statement they made is again pulling me back to the damn gloomy memory.

''I'd rather be all alone.''

Then they rejected my proposal to meet the australian and we staggered back to ami's. The smell of boiling Chinese medicine, the air-conditioner that refuses to work, and even the  offensive words her mum said to me (of course, which she didn't find offensive at all) was exactly the same. There was not a slightest change in the past year in ami's. It proves to be sagacious for me not to ruin Love Letter with them so i agreed with Walk the Line, ami's favorite, which she's watching for the third time. And it just SUCKS!!! i dozed off immediately. What a louzy oscar.

Worse to come, i finally escaped and hurried to the club, only to be told my dance lesson was cancelled.

There goes my day and my expectation that had long been held. i had intended to talk to ami about the thing coz it's really driving me neurotic. But now i know every word exchanged with baobao only made me now really neurotic.

Now i say i hate any activity that involves more than 3 people, especially more than 3 people that share almost nothing.

你永远看不到我看到的风景.

我真是恨死forzarichy了！！！
我再不理你了！！

迫不及待， 明天终于要去见amy了.
如果在出来之前再不找个人说说我一定是要疯了.

someone's invading my home. For the first time in 4 years. The feeling's overwhelming, especially when this guest not invited by me is such a overwhelming person.

再说一遍， 我真是恨死你啦， forzarichy!

I've never had a really big gain or triumph in my entire life (can't even think of a highlight that's worth being crazy about). So i pretty much just can't believe anything wonderful as CUHK could ever happen to me. Thus i kept repeating the negative spots and magnifying them. I was just so afraid. I've got to talk to ami. Or i'm goin to be mad.

'' NEVER HAD A DREAM COME TRUE.''

'' I used to have a lot of ideas.' I told Ari that day. And with these long time ago ideas, I developed most of them on the shuttle bus, the transportation I’ve been taking for the past four years. And it now seems to be the best place for my inspiration, especially the one going off to downtown.

Recently I was thinking about rules. Rules, originally defined as 'an accepted principle or instruction that states the way things are or should be done, and tells you what you are allowed or are not allowed to do' (Cambridge ALD) was meant to be used to discipline those who would cross the limit out of the general public. For this good reason it’s there to be. But when rules come to individuals, it falls into insult. To tell a certain person ‘don’t steal’ is just saying this person is having the potential to steal, which is, insult. So whenever a service worker tells a customer ‘here we don't allow xxx’’, it barely works, more often ending up in unpleasure for the customer. Unfortunately, they are still not fully aware of this paradox of rules, which is, rules work quite well for the general public but nor for individuals.

And that’s exactly the same reason why a principal’s preaching to the whole students won’t have expected effect rather than a meeting within a class, on a smaller scale of receivers.

I don’t know how to put it, but I just can’t get it through my head that here and now is really here and now. or that I am really me. It doesn’t quite hit home. It’s always this way. Only much later on does it ever come together. For the last 10 years it’s been like this.

                                                     －－A Wild Sheep Chase