從小到大,硬頸固執都是別人眼裡的我。
甚至連自己都以為,“Stubborn”一字,
將永遠大大隻的用黑色雙頭筆寫在我成績表上Remarks那一欄。
怎料經過這幾年天天在雜誌字海裡浮來游去,
竟給我發現自己條頸,其實也“笨”不是真的這麼硬。
當然,有些事情我還是未能完全釋懷,
亦有些堅持執著將與我死守終生。
可是曾經一度會為最芝的麻最綠的豆而害得身邊所有人都很苦的我,
今天終於開始學會了凡事一笑置之。
要明白有些人和事就是改變不了的,
與其對著幹,倒不如笑著過。
那天Mr.Beehive叫我嘗試安分守己,
也許就不會搞到自己一肚子氣。
適者生存,不一定要磨平棱角斬斷壯臂。
我想我會選擇在框框裡面聰明地去為非作歹,
讓人沒我奈何,吹我不脹。哼哼哼!
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Sunday, September 28, 2008
icing on the cake
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Things happen for a reason.
Yes... every single thing matters.
This is wut I felt after having spent a total of 136 minutes to watch《Sex And The City: The Movie》on aircraft CX520 flying to Tokyo. Sitting by the window. Alone. As usual.
And there's a confession I must make: Being a fashion editor who luvs clothes, luvs NYC plus luuuuuuvs watching stupid American tv dramas, I have NEVER ever laid eyes on SATC. No, not even for a second. I simply boycotted this whole Carrie Bradshaw thing while every single gal in town is just SO crazy about her ( altho I have to admit that SJP does have a fabulously expensive yet tasteful closet). Yet the funny thing is, tears just couldn't/wouldn't stop running out of my eyes during the entire movie. I think people must've thought I were horribly depressed or crazy or somethin'.
Avis, a SATC-addict girlfriend of mine, once told me that I am Miranda (and just for the record she sure is Charlotte York.) Now I understand why she thought so, but I ain't sure if I wanna be Miranda Hobbes, nor even the great Carrie Bradshaw.
Do we all live to love men? Do we live to love ourselves?
Or do we live to love life? I guess 'That is the question.'
Thank you, Mr.Lao, for driving me away and not trying hard enuf to get me back. Thank you, Sewage King, for letting me know how to tell the difference between wanting to GET MARRIED and wanting to MARRY SOMEONE. Thank you, Mr.Yiu, for hurting Mom and ruining our family so that I lose faith in love. Thank you, Mom, for being the strongest woman on earth while telling me it's okay to cry.
Thank you, Mr.Beehive, for just being you and making the impossible possible, so that I can finally believe in everything again.
多謝~
This is wut I felt after having spent a total of 136 minutes to watch《Sex And The City: The Movie》
And there's a confession I must make: Being a fashion editor who luvs clothes, luvs NYC plus luuuuuuvs watching stupid American tv dramas, I have NEVER ever laid eyes on SATC. No, not even for a second. I simply boycotted this whole Carrie Bradshaw thing while every single gal in town is just SO crazy about her (
Avis, a SATC-addict girlfriend of mine, once told me that I am Miranda
Do we all live to love men? Do we live to love ourselves?
Or do we live to love life? I guess 'That is the question.'
Thank you, Mr.Lao, for driving me away and not trying hard enuf to get me back. Thank you, Sewage King, for letting me know how to tell the difference between wanting to GET MARRIED and wanting to MARRY SOMEONE. Thank you, Mr.Yiu, for hurting Mom and ruining our family so that I lose faith in love. Thank you, Mom, for being the strongest woman on earth while telling me it's okay to cry.
Thank you, Mr.Beehive, for just being you and making the impossible possible, so that I can finally believe in everything again.
多謝~
Friday, September 12, 2008
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