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讓我小小的紀念一下...













一下下就好...

講到都打结了, literally...

掛上電話,

如釋重負的揉著雙眼,



呵呵,

這麼誇張阿~~~

David Griffin: Photography connects us with the world

another interesting topic by David Griffin: Film is dead, long live film

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question

am i so tired so i yawn?



or



am i so muffled so i shout?

戲

台上賣命的,

台下看戲的,

台後等著你栽下來的.







最近的日子也不過如此...







看看身旁睡的,



真正的自己是否已經被面具侵蝕?

似乎不是那麼重要了.

the world asleep, I awake

日夜顛倒的日子,





"眾人皆睡我獨醒"嗎??

so, this is what happened...

I have to write this down while the memory still fresh,

this awesome, once a life adventure...



with the pouring rain fogged my eyesight, I now realized that there

were so many signs, signs told me this is not going to be an easy journey...





so, where should I begin?





9/17, 2009 4:37am.



In the dark alley where I parked my bike,

after work, as usual, I wearily climb up the seat,

turned the key, pushed down the start button,

warming up the engine... like any other ordinary day.



all of the sudden, there were smokes coming out of

the button of the bike, with a sick smell of boiled horse piss...



I hit the kill switch right away, tried to push the damn thing out of the dark,

and i found there was no front break! not a damn thing!!



"oh great... now what??!!"



it turns out to be some f#cking as*hole who is a total pus$y and can't even finish

his freaking noodle, and threw the rest of it away...

and of course, with my damn luck, that's where I parked...

and of course, once again, the alley was too freaking dark for that f#cker

to notice that there was a motorcycle, a beautiful, 250cc, single cylinder/water cooling

piece of art, that was parked there.



For your information, a Chinese noodle soup can be very greasy indeed...





An hour ago 'til now.





Even with the rain last night,

I still convince myself that it's all ganna be ok,

the weather report said that the sun is going to shine

like a motherf#cker for the rest of the weekend,

so I dozed off on the sofa in the office...



and when I wake up this morning,

the sun is shining, the birds are singing,

the tarmac is drying, the dogs are humping...

everything seems to be fine!

so off to my apartment to pick up my things, and

get ready for the road.



I quickly done showering, pack all my camping sh%t in the duffel bag,

put on the helmet, looking good and ready to go...



Due to busy at work, I haven't even got the time to think of how am I ganna

tie the 15 kgs of the camping equipment on the back of the bike,

and in the trial of doing so, I break the sponge cord.



It takes me about 45 mins...



so I get back to the apt, re-pack the thing into a 75L mountaineering backpack, thinking:



"THIS IS NOT GOING TO STOP ME!!" "

"I am the guy rode 100km+ offroad on a mountainbike, 36 hours without sleep, bring it on!!"



and when i get back to the motorbike, with 15kgs weights on my shoulder...







IT STARTS PISSING WITH RAIN...........





now I have to park the motorbike 8 km away from my apt, in the rain,

and back on the bicycle, again, 8 km away form the parking lot,

to my apt...

oh, yeah,



did I mention it was pissing rain??





Now I end up waiting on the traffic light on a weird looking bicycle

, soaking wet, think it must be the man up there trying to tell me:



"Oh, my beloved son, Daniel.

it's just wrong to thinK of fun all the time,

you should pay more attention at the office,

focus on the work you do more often..."





meanwhile, a Ford Escape slowly parked in front of me, and the guy

on the passenger's seat roll down the window, looking at this way and

seems talking on the cellphone.



"The guy must be lost..." I think.



then the guy keeps mumbing, with the cellphone by his ear, still looking at this way,

not at me, but looking at this way...



"What the f%ck??" this starts to piss me off a bit.



"........" he sound like.



"what??!" I asked.



"@#$%&*...." he gose off again.

"WHAT?? are u talking to me??"



now I am really pissed, I was ready to pull

him out off the car and deck him right there...











"excuse me... could you please tell me which way to the shopping mall???"



so, a squinty guy who has a cellphone by his ear, asking me for direction,

who just happens to be have the voice of a squirrel...





now I am pretty sure I just shit out of luck today.

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Root

"Nor need we power or splendor, wide hall or lordly dome;

The good, the true, the tender -- these form the wealth of home."





                                                    -Sarah Josepha Buell Hale (October 24, 1788 - April 30, 1879)

隱藏

矇住雙眼,
不願承認眼前的事實.

蓋住雙耳,
試圖掩飾並不是身入其境.

悶住鼻子,
不讓不整的呼吸透露出情緒.

摀住口舌,
深懼真實的聲音嘶吼而出.

捆住雙手,
為的是不再緊握的童真美夢.





雙腳也早已固定於冰冷的混泥土中,
被推落海底也只是遲早的問題.

悲劇之後的美夢

在傳說中新疆的大草原上,

傳來陣陣不搭嘎的引擎怒吼聲...



"ㄟ~~~ 停一下拉, 我要小號啦~~~"

牙套妹皺著眉頭說著.



"好啦好啦."



隨著鑰匙縌時針的轉動, 巨獸停止了怒吼.



"不要偷看喔~~~ 我會上不出來~~~~"

牙套妹手抓著褲邊, 扭扭捏捏, 邊跑邊說著.



"這裡方圓800哩都沒人, 誰要看啦~~~"



說著, 把沾滿砂塵的連頰往上45度, 彷彿那溫暖的陽光

可以溶化旅途的疲勞.



"不管啦~~~#$!&*..."



視線追隨著聲音的來源, 確保那丫頭並沒有跑的太遠...



"啊叫你不準看啊~~~~~"





視線不由自主的被帶到那只有藍色及綠色的地平線.

回頭一看, 景色人就依然, 天地無人,

只有我, 牙套妹, 跟早已被行囊覆蓋著體無完膚的坐騎.



眼淚 理由不明的 斗大的 開始在兩頰滑過...

morally gray

should one toilsomely endure it, or cruelly let it go???







what's it ganna be??

life as a docker

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竹圍嚐鮮

基於年紀越大, 越愛吃海鮮,

也趁著地緣之故, 竹圍漁港嚐鮮去~~~

人家日本是商品販賣機化, 咱們是檳榔自助化!!

御用剝蝦手.

海帶阿~~海帶~

呵呵, 忍不住的把它照下來...

a good guote

The most unfair thing about life is the way it ends.

I mean, life is tough.

It takes up a lot of your time. What do you get at the end of it?



A Death!



What's that, a bonus?

I think the life cycle is all backwards.



You should die first, get it out of the way.

Then you live in an old age home.

You get kicked out when you're too young, you get a gold watch, you go to work.

You work forty years until you're young enough to enjoy your retirement.

You do drugs, alcohol, you party, you get ready for high school.

You go to grade school, you become a kid, you play, you have no responsibilities,

you become a little baby, you go back into the womb, you spend your last nine months floating...







...and you finish off as an orgasm.



- George Dennis Carlin (May 12, 1937 – June 22, 2008)

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