七年。原來你一直住在我心底，陪伴著我的呼吸。今天電話中聊起你時，他告訴我，七年，你還記得。我心里頓時掀起了一股快樂，伴著一股難受。七年，雖然不知為何你還有著任何一絲的回憶，但心底不知從哪感受到的開心。你是我最想留住的幸運。沒想到你對我生命有那麼大的影響。誰知道你背影這麼長，回頭就看到你。七年，某個偶然發現自己一直把自己磨練成的人就是你，那灑脫，那放蕩，記載著十九歲時的年少輕狂，在不知不覺中，我成長了，原來我也年少輕狂過。想到你想起我，胸口依然溫熱。謝謝你喜歡我，我也很喜歡當時喜歡你的那個我。致我們已逝的青春，謝謝你永遠是我最喜歡的蝎子。我喜"框"你。我永遠都喜"框"你。
忘记拥抱
你给的回忆太好 像刺青很难抹掉
我一直保持微笑 真的我 别被妳看到
我逃进汹涌人潮 寻找藏身的一角
我眼泪不敢掉 我快要受不了
忘记了拥抱 忘记了微笑
忘记我们曾经是那么那么样的好
我们都太骄傲 话说的太早
是谁的怀抱 是谁在苦笑
回过头是谁偷偷把眼泪擦掉
抱歉是我 傻得可以 是我 不好
我好想你
A good five months from this space and at times I would ponder on what I'd missed out apart from the hours spent on online-shopping which I had previously enjoyed on before work started in March, passing work probation in the second month and doing something I love. Or so I thought.
It had never crossed my mind on how much we would drift apart due to work ; Never in my life had I ever imagined that joining a close acquaintance in the same workplace would bring more harm than good ; the days pass by and all that long casual talk that we'd enjoyed in the past turned into narcissism and dissolved into nothing more than silence ; the occasional battling of an eyelid ; yet nonetheless still one who would be awake at the weirdest hours of all when I struggle to fall asleep after a stressful day and one that I'd confide in ; we're walking different paths now but I'd still wish that you'd be as carefree as before; the one that I'd once known to be.
开了灯眼前的模样 偌大的房 寂寞的窗
关了灯全都一个样 心里的伤 无法分享
生命
随年月流去 随白发老去 随着你离去 快乐喵呜影讯
随往事淡去 随梦境睡去 随麻痹的心 逐渐远去
我好想你 好想你 却不露痕迹
我还踮着脚思念 我还任记忆盘旋 我还闭着眼流泪 我还装作无所谓
我好想你 好想你 却欺骗自己
我好想你 好想你 就当作秘密
我好想你 好想你 却深藏在心
Fourteen Years of my youth as your fan
"In all my fourteen years as a supporter of yours, it's been some time since I had done what a typical fan would do, having their eyes glued to the screen in every single match of yours, stayed by through every victory and defeat. Yet to follow the news religiously on where you'd been, where you would have your next game at, your promotion to team captain at both club and international level after Raul's departure year ago, I recall how I would wake up in the wee hours to watch you through the ninety minutes of the finals and how you graced the game with every single trophy that was won and had their medal in your cabinet.
As I don your jersey this very moment before the finals of UEFA champions league 2013/2014, I'd never forget the lengths I went to for the very sake of getting the jersey I had been eyeing for years, as you went through the many different games, every single flight and journey was worth the mile and penny, though I would look back at times and wonder at how I could be such a devoted fan since the age of 10.
It's been a good fourteen years that have mellowed the then 19 year old into the reliable and mature captain of Real Madrid C.F. Nevertheless, with all my fingers crossed, I hope you would bring the long awaited UEFA champions league home into your trophy cabinet after such a long drought. We've all waited twelve years to lift the trophy again, & I'm sure you do too. With all the courage I've garnered to pen this for you, may the blessed Virgin Mary bestow you with all the luck and faith for the title."
Racing to the boarding gates
Travelling over the years saw me through the basic procedures and to-do's of vacations and check-in's. Through the packing of little luggages, stuffing in a warm snoozy sweater, getting down through to the airport via a taxi, tagging the less-than-20kg worth of items in a luggage through the check-in counter armed with a passport and a boarding pass, going through the boarding area an hour in advance and sitting nearby the check-in gates for a good coffee before getting up through the gates for the security checks, boarding and awaiting the warm meals served on board with the occasional coffee, getting out of the airport at the arrival hall and making my way through to the hotel for a check-in, I've learnt much over the decade-odd years. Perhaps that's why I've grown that accustomed to always being on-the-go with a toothbrush set and a passport in my oxford satchels.
I love that feeling of jetting off to the airport and chilling by the check-in gates. I love that feeling of checking into the snuggly hotels and checking out the amenities and room-service menus that dad & mum has always taught me since I was eight, whereby now my favourite would always be finding that pair of guest slippers provided by whichever hotel I would reside in for that certain night. I've grown that accustomed to that bit of thrill whenever I check-in and that surprise I would try to find before getting into the room, picturing what the stay would be like. Through and through all these I've learnt to love boutique rooms the most, like how one would often emphasise on the 'feel' of the room, the ambience that it provides would not be short of anything soothing & often feeling like it has that glimpse of warm sunlight setting in with the cream-white stone walls, pink bean cushions, a walk-in wardrobe, a little mini-bar with two satchets of instant coffee and tea, marbled tiles for a see-through glass bathroom and warm face towels. It feels so much like waking up on a lazy weekend and having pancakes and eggs benedict for brunch in a cozy little place. Boutique hotels bring so much love and it now makes me feel so lazy to climb out of the sheets. Love, X