Sweet dream

Let it crumble.
Classic perfectionist I was.

I once built a castle just to protect myself, to keep a safe distance from anyone. Grey and tall walls, and they were just as cold as ice.

Went for brunch alone today.
I wasn't about to isolate myself from my life and social circle, it's just some private time needed. We all know, it happens.

D'italiane - Paradigm Mall, Level G.
A little pricey, hmm, overall are owkay, I would rate it as 'reach expectation'. I like the environment a lot, it is not a thoroughly closed compartment, therefore, it is quite comfortable, at least not stifling. I picked the window seat, as usual. Coffee? It's a compulsory. Coffee of today was Cappuccino Viennese. Less bitter, with cream and chocolate flakes.
I think some might agree with this: Sometimes we need something sweet to compensate the taste of reality life.

Zabaglione, sweet and creamy, nice potion for two. 

After having Italiane Chicken Sandwich, I was craving for dessert. This might sounds a little funny, 'cause .. I dreamed about we having cake together last night. You held my hand, gently, and smiled to me, just like I ever wanted. I just simply feel protective and secure, to have you and your love. Everything was so complete.

Inane, I know... I know it's just a dream, but I really wish to remember how these feel, they are all I ever wanted, and all I ever wished for. I am not hoping the sweet dreams to come true, as I know it will never. I am hoping you will feel the sweetness taste of the cake in your dreams, like how I feel. And, you will wake up with a smile on your face, with a sweetness taste in your heart.

Good night, and sweet dream.

Me, 

March 31, 2013.

UnLoved ...

Built, unbuilt.
Do, undo.
Speak, unspeakable.
Swerve, unswerving.
Love, and unloved...

I have been a little quiet, for a while. It isn't odd, I keep things to myself ... mostly, and all the times.
I have been thinking how if.

Quizas, quizas..., si no nos conocemos...

"...And can you still love me, when you can't see me anymore?" - Other side of the world, KT Tunstall.

How if we have not know each other? Asking myself when I was looking at you, while you were smiling, talking, hopping around like a child, and while you were just around me. Perhaps in other side of the world, there is another time and space, where we are just strangers, we just passed and went off into the crowd. Maybe we would never remember, not even keep a few seconds of picture in our mind, not even a smile, not even a word. And, where will I be, who will I become?

Sometimes, I even wonder how I will find you in the crowd if we never know each other. It feels like a deep black hole and emptiness, whenever I think of this. So, I guess this is it, you mean something to me. Some how, I don't know why and since when.

I think I am either too free, or sank a little over, to ask for trouble. Regrettably, you will never feel this way. Perhaps I should be thankful, so you won't be afflicted without me.

To love, and unloved.

Me,
March 28,2013.

8年, ED

刚从机场回到家，后知后觉的发现这部落刚满了八年。

偶尔在FB用了ED这名字写了几句话，朋友问起ED是什么? 我也只是平淡的回答，一个人。我觉得这样就像另一个我，用了另一个身份，平淡而低调的存在着，在同一个城市里。生活愈发的盲目，许多人忙着用几种同样的程式把时间塞满，好让自己看起来并没有多余的时间。我觉得如此盲目的生活很可怕，恶性循环的犹如一只隐形怪兽，会把一个人的灵魂吞噬。以致像这样一个人写字的情节显得愈发的难得。我依然喜欢这样的步调，热衷于这样的old school style。

耳机放着十多年前最爱的歌，True Love by Fuji Fumiya。

这样的ED，表现得好像一个完全过季的人。我想其实我不是一个十分怀旧的人，很多时候，过往的旧事我总是记不起。只是，我还是一个比较内向的人吧，就算再外向乐观，再疯狂少根筋，里面依然困着一个固执，安静而低调的灵魂。（嗯，听起来是有点诡异，呵呵）

8年，另一个身份。
ED, Expiring Date.
Me,
March 21, 2013.

还能说什么呢

一晃又到了三月份了。
相信我的所有的情绪也快到了饱和点。赶不上变化的脚步啊，时而豁然，时而郁闷，时而纠缠，时而无力。。。我是多么想把一切整理得干净透明。我却没有一刻能把这样的心情清楚说明，才变得沉默安静。我几乎完全相信那唯一的方法就是离别，不见面也听不见，让一个人孤寂的想念和怀念，缓缓把心情琢磨成形，把含糊不清的刻画出清晰的轮廓线条。也许，这样的结局是遗忘，即使，这样的结局是被遗忘。不闻不问的至到某天，所有深刻的心动，终究会被日复一日的琐事磨成感觉不到的尘埃。然后某天再回头看那些已放弃的曾经，以往的激动和在乎已在不知不觉中变得云淡风轻，再喃喃自语的说，这就是成长吧。

那天，长洲的天空很清澈，一如我向往的云淡风轻。
春天阳光的脚步接近了，纪念日快乐。

Me,
March 17, 2013.