今天。我被鄙视了。。。哈哈哈哈。被鄙视完后我就想笑。。。不知道为什么。哈

有时候跟人说真心话只回换来一陀砸在脸上的屎。。。真爽。哈哈哈哈哈哈

不过我已经无所谓了，反正我是疯的。

我是不是迟早得进院阿。。。

人总是这样，想成为某某人物，想得到别人的赞同，希望被重视，希望被爱。应此人也没有了自由.如那个印度哲学家所言.

你有鄙视我的权利，我也有笑的权利!迟早有一天，当我找回那个我，the one in those golden days.我要先把我身上的头衔和称号通通丢掉,我要正式的向敬爱的党递交退党申请.我要独自去流浪,找一处沙滩.把自己埋在沙堆里...我要安安静静的生活.

面超大海,春暖花开. 

Coldplay - A Rush Of Blood To The Head

You said I'm gonna buy this place and burn it down
I'm gonna put it six feet underground
Said I'm gonna buy this place and watch it fall
Stand here beside me baby in the crumbling walls

Oh I'm gonna buy this place and start a fire
Stand here until I fill all your heart's desires
Because I'm gonna buy this place and see it burn
And do back the things they did to you in return

Said I'm gonna buy a gun and start a war
If you can tell me something worth fighting for
Oh I'm gonna buy this place is what I said
Blame it upon a rush of blood to head

Honey, all the movements we're starting to make
See me crumble and fall on my face
And I know the mistakes that I made
See it all disappear without a trace
And they call as they beckon you on
They say start as you mean to go on

Start as you mean to go on

Said I'm gonna buy this place and see it go
Stand here beside me baby watch the orange glow
Some'll laugh, some just sit and cry
You just sit down then you wonder why

So I'm gonna buy a gun and start a war
If you can tell me something worth fighting for
And I'm gonna buy this place is what I said
Blame it upon a rush of blood to the head
To the head, oh
Honey, all the movements we're starting to make
See me crumble and fall on my face
And I know the mistakes that I made
See it all disappear without a trace
And they call as they beckon you on
They say start as you mean to go on

As you mean to go on, as you mean to go on

So meet me by the bridge
Oh meet me by the lake
When am I gonna see that pretty face again?
Meet me on the road
Meet me where I said
Blame it all upon a rush of blood to the head

I think it’s time to pick up writing. Recovered from my strained wrist, now I am at least equipped with my physical quill to do so, although sometimes my spiritual aversion to this have its strong effect. I think the stimulation for me to write at the present can be due to the synchronous idleness and hatred. I’m fucked with all the things around me. On some occasions, I like them-- people and things, they do appear amicable and genial sometimes,   But other times, I hate them, the duplicity, the mental-challenged intelligence, the arrogance and ignorance, the prejudice, the cliquism….  and I feel I am so out of this world. Worse still,   my resentment and repulsion can be so overpowering that sometimes I could only pity myself in solitude. I’ve told summer about this, venting emotions and hoping to remove the repugnance, which seemed to be of some effect at the beginning, but reality is reality, you can never escape from it. I face it every day without any solution to resolve the fucking problem. And that is the most tragic part of my current life.

In the eyes of others, I’m the proudest sheep in a flock, while in the eyes of myself, I’m the solitary Dionysus, the solitary Satyr.

Fuck!

我不想写英文了,从我的手摔了后,我变成了一头思想与行动都迟缓的猪.虽然本来也是,不过我第一次觉得这么严重,真讨厌这种状况...阿杜已经在向文化女青年努力了,我也要做回我的变态!