黑與白之間

并不是只有差異點存在

無色彩,是它們的共同點。

Friday, January 28, 2011

改变自己

这几天都会是忙碌の日子了 囧
或许会较少上线PO文章咯
各位博友们:宽恕宽恕吖 囧


新年快到咯~
在此又预祝各位:
新年行好运~
万事顺顺利利~\(≧▽≦)/~啦啦啦


博主我也在今天换了个不一样の发型
其实也不至于改掉很多啦
只是所有の意见都收起来啦
给发型师做主嘛><
这张看不太出来啦><
是不是突然yeah了起来呢?啊哈哈
其实我觉得这算蛮不赖の吧
至少我本人就很爱=)
除了发型
就连曾经较保守の自己
尝试买裙子了呢

新の一年
就该有新の尝试
虽然说以前の自己并不这么觉得 =(

博主18了=)
终于踏出了人生の另一步了
真の乐得很勒~啊哈哈

该是时候准备工作了=)
等我回来吧^^


今年红包多少呢? =x

Monday, January 24, 2011

那些习惯。成了嗜好

你听见雨在呐喊吗?
看起来并没有。
其实有的时候
总觉得我们の故事有点微妙
似乎欠缺了什么
却又公平の结束了
当故事走到尾声
所有の所有
及一切の一切
都平凡不已

但我已习惯了
把快乐跟你分享
把痛苦煎熬一字一句の告诉你
只希望换来の是那些温暖不过の慰问

我真の习惯了有你の故事
但却忘了故事都会有结尾

结尾只在于
故事中の主角最终会怎么样
厮守终身?
仰或各自奔驰?

我们知道结尾
却又为了结尾の新开端不断努力着

如果天使还在
我知道祂一定会气我
气我把你所归零の一切慢慢地从新筹集起来
气我把该忘掉の人、事、物藏在心底

但是天使
我只能说:抱歉

那些原本该归零の。该忘却の
我都没忘
不是我不想忘记
而是我忘了忘记爱情の方式

爱情这东西
在我の世界已成了-0°c
但我好不容易才打理好の习惯
就在一瞬间消逝了

真の不容易
习惯 
已变得不再是习惯
而是嗜好。

Sunday, January 23, 2011

A story tat make me cry


Hi, Mommy. I'm your baby. You don't know me yet, I'm only a
few weeks old. You're... going to find out about me soon, though, I promise. Let
me tell you some things about me. My name is John, and I've got beautiful brown
eyes and black hair. Well, I don't have it yet, but I will when I'm born. I'm
going to be you’re only child and you'll call me your one and only. I'm going
to grow up without a daddy mostly, but we have each other. We'll help each
other, and love each other. I want to be a doctor when I grow up.

You found out about me today, Mommy! You were so excited, you couldn't wait to
tell everyone. All you could do all day was smile, and life was perfect. You
have a beautiful smile, Mommy. It will be the first face I will see in my life,
and it will be the best thing I see in my life. I know it already.

Today was the day you told Daddy. You were so excited to tell him about me!
...He wasn't happy, Mommy. He kind of got angry. I don't think that you
noticed, but he did. He started to talk about something called wedlock, and
money, and bills, and stuff I don't think I understand yet. You were still
happy, though, so it was okay. Then he did something scary, Mommy. He hit you.
I could feel you fall backward, and your hands flying up to protect me. I was okay...
but I was very sad for you. You were crying then, Mommy. That's a sound I don't
like. It doesn't make me feel good. It made me cry, too. He said sorry after,
and he hugged you again. You forgave him, Mommy, but I'm not sure if I do. It
wasn't right. You say he loves you... why would he hurt you? I don't like it,
Mommy.

Finally, you can see me! Your stomach is a little bit bigger, and you're so
proud of me! You went out with your mommy to buy new clothes, and you were so
so so happy. You sing to me, too. You have the most beautiful voice in the
whole wide world. When you sing is when I'm happiest. And you talk to me, and I
feel safe. So safe. You just wait and see, Mommy. When I am born I will be
perfect just for you. I will make you proud, and I will love you with all of my
heart.

I can move my hands and feet now, Mommy. I do it because you put your hands on
your belly to feel me, and I giggle. You giggle, too. I love you, Mommy.

Daddy came to see you today, Mommy. I got really scared. He was acting funny
and he wasn't talking right. He said he didn't want you. I don't know why, but
that's what he said. And he hit you again. I got angry, Mommy. When I grow up I
promise I won't let you get hurt! I promise to protect you. Daddy is bad. I
don't care if you think that he is a good person, I think he's bad. But he hit
you, and he said he didn't want us. He doesn't like me. Why doesn't he like me,
Mommy?

You didn't talk to me tonight, Mommy. Is everything okay?

It's been three days since you saw Daddy. You haven't talked to me or touched
me or anything since that. Don't you still love me, Mommy? I still love you. I
think you feel sad. The only time I feel you is when you sleep. You sleep
funny, kind of curled up on your side. And you hug me with your arms, and I
feel safe and warm again. Why don't you do that when you're awake, any more?

I'm 21 weeks old today, Mommy. Aren't you proud of me? We're going somewhere
today, and it's somewhere new. I'm excited. It looks like a hospital, too. I
want to be a doctor when I grow up, Mommy. Did I tell you that? I hope you're
as excited as I am. I can't wait.

...Mommy, I'm getting scared. Your heart is still beating, but I don't know
what you are thinking. The doctor is talking to you. I think something's going
to happen soon. I'm really, really, really scared, Mommy. Please tell me you
love me. Then I will feel safe again. I love you!

Mommy, what are they doing to me!? It hurts! Please make them stop! It feels
bad! Please, Mommy, please please help me! Make them stop!

Don't worry Mommy, I'm safe. I'm in heaven with the angels now. They told me
what you did, and they said it's called an abortion.

Why, Mommy? Why did you do it? Don't you love me any more? Why did you get rid
of me? I'm really, really, really sorry if I did something wrong, Mommy. I love
you, Mommy! I love you with all of my heart. Why don't you love me? What did I
do to deserve what they did to me? I want to live, Mommy! Please! It really,
really hurts to see you not care about me, and not talk to me. Didn't I love
you enough? Please say you'll keep me, Mommy! I want to live smile and watch
the clouds and see your face and grow up and be a doctor. I don't want to be
here, I want you to love me again! I'm really really really sorry if I did
something wrong. I love you!


I love you, Mommy.

Every abortion is just…

One more heart that was stopped.
Two more eyes that will never see.
Two more hands that will never touch.
Two more legs that will never run.
One more mouth that will never speak

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