tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19553919852134708602011-07-07T18:41:33.534-07:00Puckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08070238465319298893noreply@blogger.comBlogger261100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955391985213470860.post-37381647584934157252009-03-06T05:54:00.000-08:002009-03-06T06:13:14.862-08:00好想吃梅子飯團。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955391985213470860-3738164758493415725?l=kissstherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08070238465319298893noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955391985213470860.post-42103663481676158042008-12-27T14:35:00.000-08:002008-12-28T00:51:12.906-08:00Days have been feeling strange to me. I am alone most of the time, yet, quite content.<br />I look at myself a lot these days.<br />Sometimes I look at the mirror and wished the bump on my nose wasn't so big. Sometimes I brush my hair back and thought I'm the strangest looking creature on earth. Sometimes I wonder why I don't look like my mother at all when they all say I do. The truth is, I never really knew what I look like. I should stop looking at myself; after all, you can't see the world through a mirror.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955391985213470860-4210366348167615804?l=kissstherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08070238465319298893noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955391985213470860.post-72395169978705626072008-12-23T06:51:00.000-08:002008-12-23T07:26:50.549-08:00A friend once said to me, that at the two ends of the rainbow, are two pots of gold. It was a rainy day; we were looking at the sky, soaked in joy, hope, youth. We weren't thinking about how days won't come back. We were thinking if we should take the rocket or the train.<br /><br />I am sorry, for the longest time I have stopped looking. Sometimes I catch a glimpse of the shinning gold, but it disappears much too soon. Sometimes I dream of colors of the rainbow, and I can no longer tell if it was a dream or not. But from the bottom of my heart, I earnestly tell myself, that I will not linger in qualm. I will take the rocket, just like you did, my friend.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955391985213470860-7239516997870562607?l=kissstherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08070238465319298893noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955391985213470860.post-35076122356912609632008-12-06T16:55:00.000-08:002008-12-06T16:58:04.816-08:00I am a key hole with no matching key<br />Even if there is, it has been missing for long.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955391985213470860-3507612235691260963?l=kissstherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08070238465319298893noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955391985213470860.post-16116688111188243152008-11-18T04:09:00.000-08:002008-11-18T04:12:43.864-08:00[day 18] 約定<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_giENfBau9gY/SSKw6j15UiI/AAAAAAAAAJs/1c4vFHYUkOQ/s1600-h/image4.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_giENfBau9gY/SSKw6j15UiI/AAAAAAAAAJs/1c4vFHYUkOQ/s400/image4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269969034077098530" border="0" /></a><br /><br />對不起<br />我沒有遵守我們說好的幸福。<br />我說過，當天空不再是藍的時候，你要記得我，<br /><br />天灰了...你也不用遵守這個約定了。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955391985213470860-1611668811118824315?l=kissstherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08070238465319298893noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955391985213470860.post-3087005971365917662008-11-17T15:37:00.000-08:002008-11-18T01:22:29.141-08:00[day16] 英雄的樂章<br /><br />一直相信，音樂，一首歌,可以改變一個人。<br />我覺得音樂家都是英雄。我所說的，是創造自己的音樂，對人生有著一種態度，然後從音樂裡表達出來的音樂家，不是那種只唱通俗流行歌的歌手。<br />不知道，Radiohead 的一首Creep 丞救了多少在懸崖旁垂死的寂寞少年，我也曾像歌裡的怪胎，絕望地愛上了遙不可及，無如倫比的美麗...然後在TomYorke 的歌聲裡找到了無盡的共鳴。<br />“You are not the only one"<br />一直到現在，Hide 的歌曲都給我很大的動力。每當聽到那充滿生命力的拍子就想大喊，跳躍，奔跑，向前衝！在失落，畏懼的時候他搖滾著的聲音叫我不要怕，給我生存的動力。(可惜的是,在這個世界裡他自己卻找不到生存的動力...)<br /><br />我們都是被音樂感動過的人。而那些感動過無數心靈的人，不只是歌手，偶像, 他們是偉大的音樂家，是英雄。<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_giENfBau9gY/SSKIvwVahLI/AAAAAAAAAJk/4_2DuAXareE/s1600-h/hide8.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 396px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_giENfBau9gY/SSKIvwVahLI/AAAAAAAAAJk/4_2DuAXareE/s400/hide8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269924867986850994" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955391985213470860-308700597136591766?l=kissstherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08070238465319298893noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955391985213470860.post-7027119404738748892008-11-17T15:28:00.000-08:002008-11-17T15:37:11.966-08:00[day15]<span class="postbody">Casual Elegance<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_giENfBau9gY/SSH_JWPw3sI/AAAAAAAAAJc/y6x9xP3ycUI/s1600-h/horse.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_giENfBau9gY/SSH_JWPw3sI/AAAAAAAAAJc/y6x9xP3ycUI/s400/horse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269773575055793858" border="0" /></a><br /><br />戴著淺粉紅色帽子的小女孩，<br />快樂優雅地坐在小豬上，轉呀轉轉呀轉<br />她想小豬永遠都不要停下來。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955391985213470860-702711940473874889?l=kissstherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08070238465319298893noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955391985213470860.post-85927938113234949232008-11-17T15:22:00.000-08:002008-11-17T15:28:03.639-08:00[day14]<span class="postbody"><span>崇拜</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_giENfBau9gY/SSH9kF1xUkI/AAAAAAAAAJU/9kSBVvB2Tq4/s1600-h/Einstein_tongue.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 371px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_giENfBau9gY/SSH9kF1xUkI/AAAAAAAAAJU/9kSBVvB2Tq4/s400/Einstein_tongue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269771835485016642" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Whoelse!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955391985213470860-8592793811323494923?l=kissstherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08070238465319298893noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955391985213470860.post-80548768200740342902008-11-13T06:24:00.000-08:002008-11-13T06:52:58.560-08:00［day13］窗外<br />話說十四年前某個風和日麗的下午，我在班房裡上國文課悶個半死。<br />目光自然地轉到窗外去，<br />看，天多藍雲多白...<br />突然，<br />有一架看似太空船有又看似時光機的物體朝著我的方向飛進來！<br />我知道他是為我而來，也趕快上船了。<br />這時候，全班的同學都用震驚的眼神看著我。我沒理會他們，我本來就不屬於那個班房。<br />接著飛船開動了，在窗邊徘徊了數秒然後飛出窗外。<br /><br />看，天多藍雲多白...<br /><br />從那天起，我就沒有回來過。<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_giENfBau9gY/SRw-PdyA0cI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ZEQU9FjMIko/s1600-h/sky.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 166px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_giENfBau9gY/SRw-PdyA0cI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ZEQU9FjMIko/s400/sky.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268154099529994690" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">只是他們都不知道。</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955391985213470860-8054876820074034290?l=kissstherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08070238465319298893noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955391985213470860.post-54805294640282299122008-11-12T16:53:00.000-08:002008-11-12T17:04:38.275-08:00[day12]"甜酸苦辣<br /><br />我們的星球。<br />用滿滿盛放的黃玫瑰...<br />來代替藍色的電燈泡。<br />我們都有治在漫天飛花的世界。"<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_giENfBau9gY/SRt6_IeTijI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ArefjLWXWHQ/s1600-h/Photo+91.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_giENfBau9gY/SRt6_IeTijI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ArefjLWXWHQ/s400/Photo+91.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267939414164867634" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_giENfBau9gY/SRt7MehUutI/AAAAAAAAAJE/G5PDqB2filg/s1600-h/Photo+9.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_giENfBau9gY/SRt7MehUutI/AAAAAAAAAJE/G5PDqB2filg/s400/Photo+9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267939643421407954" border="0" /></a><br /><br />人生苦短，每天都適應著幻變無常的甜酸苦辣。謝謝你帶給我只有甜蜜的一天，Artemis！<br /><br />I'm Kalliope.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955391985213470860-5480529464028229912?l=kissstherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08070238465319298893noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955391985213470860.post-86840514976040122912008-11-11T18:02:00.000-08:002008-11-11T18:06:06.984-08:00<span class="postbody">[day11]最困難的選擇 </span><span class="gensmall"><br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_giENfBau9gY/SRo5fuZY0yI/AAAAAAAAAIs/-pdGcE1SEck/s1600-h/DSC05059a.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_giENfBau9gY/SRo5fuZY0yI/AAAAAAAAAIs/-pdGcE1SEck/s400/DSC05059a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267585931356459810" border="0" /></a><br />莫過於吃<br />還是不吃<br />-_-<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955391985213470860-8684051497604012291?l=kissstherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08070238465319298893noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955391985213470860.post-62885929505695566712008-11-11T17:26:00.000-08:002008-11-11T17:29:23.801-08:00[day10]浪漫&amp;爛漫<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_giENfBau9gY/SRow-g5np_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/tEI_JFfnkVM/s1600-h/byevan2+044.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_giENfBau9gY/SRow-g5np_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/tEI_JFfnkVM/s400/byevan2+044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267576564704847858" border="0" /></a><br />就是這個眼神吧。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955391985213470860-6288592950569556671?l=kissstherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08070238465319298893noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955391985213470860.post-69374507526615336032008-11-10T15:58:00.000-08:002008-11-10T16:08:55.961-08:00[day9]<span class="postbody">獨具一格</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_giENfBau9gY/SRjLUgAjSYI/AAAAAAAAAIc/wv11voRAKpI/s1600-h/Photo+4.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_giENfBau9gY/SRjLUgAjSYI/AAAAAAAAAIc/wv11voRAKpI/s400/Photo+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267183317259864450" border="0" /></a><br />香港女孩子多數都是流著一頭捲捲的長髮。我的頭髮也開始長了，所以昨天到理髮店剪了一個<span class="postbody">獨具一格</span>的髮型！What do you think?（請不要把focus放在黑眼圈上）<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955391985213470860-6937450752661533603?l=kissstherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08070238465319298893noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955391985213470860.post-39407823334287371452008-11-09T16:42:00.000-08:002008-11-09T17:02:16.111-08:00[day8] 自由<br /><div></div><br /><div>好像打從懂事以來就一直追求這兩個字。畢竟我覺得快樂不是一樣可以追求的東西﹐自由不多不少我還是可以掌握。</div><div>自由無所不在﹐曾在藝術裡我找到他﹐曾在旅途上遇上他﹐曾在一些人裡面觸摸過他﹐曾在一片天空中愛上他﹐然後在另一片天空裡失去他。</div><br /><div></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_giENfBau9gY/SReHuP7tTQI/AAAAAAAAAIU/OY0jw_M0N-A/s1600-h/city.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266827517853781250" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_giENfBau9gY/SReHuP7tTQI/AAAAAAAAAIU/OY0jw_M0N-A/s400/city.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br />香港﹐找到想要的東西後我就會離開﹐繼續尋找我的自由。</div><div>你不是一片自由的國土。</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955391985213470860-3940782333428737145?l=kissstherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08070238465319298893noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955391985213470860.post-86603272062974155702008-11-07T14:46:00.000-08:002008-11-07T16:28:37.463-08:00day7［眼睛］<br /><br />你的眼睛是一片大海。<br />曾讓我迷失在黑夜的巨浪中...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_giENfBau9gY/SRTcUyTiKcI/AAAAAAAAAIE/AgOjN0lJ5ew/s1600-h/eyes3.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_giENfBau9gY/SRTcUyTiKcI/AAAAAAAAAIE/AgOjN0lJ5ew/s400/eyes3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266076113962150338" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />最後，<br />我只好上岸。<br /><br /><br />我的眼睛真的很累。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955391985213470860-8660327206297415570?l=kissstherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08070238465319298893noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955391985213470860.post-28675669897366507862008-11-06T15:18:00.000-08:002008-11-06T15:35:27.082-08:00day6<span style="font-size:100%;">[</span><span style="font-size:100%;">充滿回憶的]</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">充滿回憶的<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">第一想到的竟然是...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">溫哥華的三文魚刺身！</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">香港又貴又小片的給我站到一角去！！！！ </span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">我要加拿大又肥又厚又新鮮的三文魚刺身>< !!!<!--!! <!--!!! <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">吃每一口都充滿快樂的回憶...<br />不知道甚麼時候可以在嚐到呢T_T?</span></span><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_giENfBau9gY/SRN-mQ0NTnI/AAAAAAAAAH8/0MKIIQF3DDY/s1600-h/Picture+6a.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_giENfBau9gY/SRN-mQ0NTnI/AAAAAAAAAH8/0MKIIQF3DDY/s400/Picture+6a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265691585140313714" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955391985213470860-2867566989736650786?l=kissstherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08070238465319298893noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955391985213470860.post-19742355695272211442008-11-05T18:55:00.000-08:002008-11-05T19:49:20.803-08:00<span style="font-family:arial;">day5[</span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family:arial;">當爺爺牽起奶奶的手]</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">從來都不了解祖父母的愛。</span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family:arial;">爺爺七十歲生我爸，當然等不到我這個孫女出來已經魂歸天國。嬤嬤在我很小的時候也過世了， 聽說因為我是女的她有點失望（因為機械照出來我是男的），但因為我太可愛了太會逗她笑，她也十分疼愛。當然，這些我一點兒也不記得。<br />外婆不在香港， 沒見幾次面也走了。至於外公...我想連我媽也沒感受過他的愛。在那個離婚還未普及的年代，他跟外婆離婚了。<br />在舅舅死後的那天，我們到外婆的墳墓拜祭，那是外公第一次去看她。<br /></span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family:arial;">墳前，</span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family:arial;">他哽嚥地說了一句對不起。那句話裡的無奈和傷悲我這輩子也不會忘記...<br /></span></span><br /><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family:arial;">所以，我沒看過</span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family:arial;">爺爺牽起奶奶的手。<br />但是，若果有一天我遇到了一個懂得我，懂得我的世界，全心全意地愛著我的人，而我也懂得他，全心全意地愛他，我的爸爸媽媽一定會成為全世界最幸福，最快樂，手</span></span><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family:arial;">牽著手的爺爺奶奶。</span></span><span class="postbody"> </span><br /><span class="postbody"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_giENfBau9gY/SRJoacoW3LI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwAFzf5QKRk/s1600-h/wed+05.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_giENfBau9gY/SRJoacoW3LI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwAFzf5QKRk/s400/wed+05.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265385717920881842" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:78%;" >Wedding 1984</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" >The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.<br /></span><br /><span class="gensmall"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955391985213470860-1974235569527221144?l=kissstherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08070238465319298893noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955391985213470860.post-86087664145159823792008-11-04T02:58:00.000-08:002008-11-04T17:10:31.638-08:00[day4]情趣<br /><br />“暍 Chai Latte 會把你帶到印度去。” 曾經有一個人這樣對我說。<br />之後，每次到星巴克都會點一杯Chai Latte Grande，感受印度的神祕與浪漫。<br /><br />就如他所說，這杯加了香料的奶咖啡有著一種神奇的魔力。喝了會臉紅，全身發熱，人變得熱情興奮 。回個神，發覺自己已經身處印度熱鬧的市雜。<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_giENfBau9gY/SRDqKgVFJUI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Rl2HckOcQvM/s1600-h/2155381985_81d772af53.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_giENfBau9gY/SRDqKgVFJUI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Rl2HckOcQvM/s400/2155381985_81d772af53.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264965430594053442" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:78%;" >Dec31, 2007</span><br /><br />以上去印度的故事...我想說的是，<br />生活，可以在思想上加點情趣，用想像力把平凡的生活變得不平凡，讓苦悶的生活變得美麗。<br />天不是藍的雲不是白的我是快樂的。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955391985213470860-8608766414515982379?l=kissstherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08070238465319298893noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955391985213470860.post-59706474387131524082008-11-03T16:04:00.000-08:002008-11-03T16:17:41.015-08:00[day3]犯罪現場<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_giENfBau9gY/SQ-SRjS6PkI/AAAAAAAAAHM/i6giP3uaJwU/s1600-h/%E8%AA%BF%E6%95%B4%E5%A4%A7%E5%B0%8FP1040872b.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_giENfBau9gY/SQ-SRjS6PkI/AAAAAAAAAHM/i6giP3uaJwU/s400/%E8%AA%BF%E6%95%B4%E5%A4%A7%E5%B0%8FP1040872b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264587319649386050" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_giENfBau9gY/SQ-Tu_9Id-I/AAAAAAAAAHU/ZY5R9ARNjIo/s1600-h/%E8%AA%BF%E6%95%B4%E5%A4%A7%E5%B0%8FP1040873a.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_giENfBau9gY/SQ-Tu_9Id-I/AAAAAAAAAHU/ZY5R9ARNjIo/s400/%E8%AA%BF%E6%95%B4%E5%A4%A7%E5%B0%8FP1040873a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264588925070505954" border="0" /></a><br /><br />如果萬聖節在星巴克扮怪雞叔叔來嚇窗外的路人是一種罪，<br />那我錯了！<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955391985213470860-5970647438713152408?l=kissstherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08070238465319298893noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955391985213470860.post-26445148439730534992008-11-02T05:01:00.000-08:002008-11-02T05:12:34.810-08:00<span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span>[day2]快樂<br /><br />回來這麼久，其中一個很想念的地方就是...<br />溫哥華的Gay Bar！<br />還有跟我狂舞的好姊妹<br /><br />真是一個快樂的地方<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_giENfBau9gY/SQ2k5vVhruI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Uco43h1yRG0/s1600-h/rainbow.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_giENfBau9gY/SQ2k5vVhruI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Uco43h1yRG0/s400/rainbow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264044851332230882" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Taken at Vancouver Pride Parade 2008</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955391985213470860-2644514843973053499?l=kissstherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08070238465319298893noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955391985213470860.post-67309353862402050492008-11-01T05:31:00.000-07:002008-11-01T23:22:46.406-07:00[day1] 瀟灑<br /><br />離開溫哥華前的十幾天，<br /><br />除了一些衣服，書，要帶走，其他全都不要了。我只需要必須的東西。舊信件，相片，充滿心意的禮物，一直不敢勾起的回憶，就在這裡回味最後一次。把十二年放進三個箱子裡，封起來，再不會出來了。<br /><br />離別的晚上，我在車站哭了。那一刻，我才意識到離開。<br />“又不是不會再見”<br />漆黑裡送走了公車，邊走邊看著那片看不透的雲，想它怎麼那麼遠？<br />回家的路上，我突然微笑了。路也突然變的很長很長，我很快樂，變成了路上奔跑著的剪影。<br /><br />早上，把三毛的我的快樂天堂放進背包裡，啟程了。離別的路途就是需要這本書。就是這樣，瀟灑地走了，在溫哥華的天空消失了，不負責任地...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_giENfBau9gY/SQxUzXKGIXI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Xlslaz_Zrw4/s1600-h/image8.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_giENfBau9gY/SQxUzXKGIXI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Xlslaz_Zrw4/s400/image8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263675305855689074" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955391985213470860-6730935386240205049?l=kissstherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08070238465319298893noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955391985213470860.post-4275626216651733842008-10-31T17:34:00.000-07:002008-10-31T17:50:05.982-07:00一年一度的 <a href="http://ubcle.com/blog/event/iloveblog5/">I love blog</a> 又來了，期待很久的說：）<br />雖然遠走了，可以通過電線看到大家的生活，覺得很開心。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955391985213470860-427562621665173384?l=kissstherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08070238465319298893noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955391985213470860.post-2141612758139625162008-10-28T07:11:00.000-07:002008-10-28T07:23:50.483-07:00每次聽這首歌都有這種感覺，<br /><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">就算發生甚麼事情都無所謂。</span><br />Forrest Gump Suite,<br />想就這樣聽著那安然的旋律入睡。<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FcOt6mfjxeA&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FcOt6mfjxeA&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955391985213470860-214161275813962516?l=kissstherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08070238465319298893noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955391985213470860.post-15865725667958272642008-10-08T17:26:00.000-07:002008-10-08T17:42:43.465-07:00今天困在屋子裡，這樣想，<br />最渴望是可以擁有自己的房子，屬於只有我的世界。<br />只要有了自己的地方我才會覺得我是完全自由...<br />我想就這樣<br />一個人的<br />一個人吃飯一個人看電視一個人睡覺<br />就這樣過一段時間。 <br />在我的快樂天堂。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955391985213470860-1586572566795827264?l=kissstherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08070238465319298893noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955391985213470860.post-59035278416823843542008-09-23T03:24:00.000-07:002008-09-23T03:38:25.105-07:00肚子裡一大堆話，卻不知道怎麼說。<br />我也搞不清為甚麼會這樣...<br />完了。<br /><br />不想觸碰心裡那片烏雲，就讓他慢慢的，漸漸地，<br />煙消雲散<br />我相信 日出之後，天是晴的。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955391985213470860-5903527841682384354?l=kissstherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08070238465319298893noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955391985213470860.post-54848324633792982042008-09-22T06:47:00.000-07:002008-09-22T07:09:27.329-07:00Kiss the rain on a rainy day<br />It'll be a good day=)<br /><br />Smile, pretty girls!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955391985213470860-5484832463379298204?l=kissstherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08070238465319298893noreply@blogger.com1