tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35773232532947074092011-04-22T10:48:09.008+08:00An expression for myselfAlfiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03066851127326229589noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3577323253294707409.post-16560734161480561732009-02-22T13:54:00.020+08:002009-03-04T00:04:46.160+08:00Maybe for the sake of the grey sky above the city,<br /><br />I'm totally not in the mood to welcom the new term.<br /><br />Anyway, things always come without consiering your feeling.<br /><br />At this moment, I need a hug indeed,<br /><br />it might as well with <a href="http://otho.douban.com/lpic/s2826227.jpg">Zooey Deschanel</a>.....<br /><br />By the way,<br /><br />Alfie, 21 years old.<br /><br />Male virgin, never dating with girl.<br /><br />Can it be possible?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3577323253294707409-1656073416148056173?l=alfie21.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alfiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03066851127326229589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3577323253294707409.post-61419851055700575852009-02-21T16:03:00.011+08:002009-02-21T17:08:34.914+08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_olLiuMcSGQk/SZ_AtPlotnI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Jo6kj0QZhNY/s1600-h/s1795822.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305170769576769138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_olLiuMcSGQk/SZ_AtPlotnI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Jo6kj0QZhNY/s200/s1795822.jpg" border="0" /></a> "While it lasted, she was more real to me than any of that stuff.<br /><p>She was more real to me than anything I've ever known. </p><p>I saw her. I kissed her. I love her.</p><p>And now she's gone."</p><p>(from <em>The Lake House</em>)</p><br /><p>In some cases, real is nothing equal to visible or touchable but relates to what you do care or believe.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3577323253294707409-6141985105570057585?l=alfie21.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alfiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03066851127326229589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3577323253294707409.post-12341717543376900462009-01-14T16:54:00.001+08:002009-02-21T17:01:49.930+08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_olLiuMcSGQk/SXFZx0XfuRI/AAAAAAAAACw/r4M7LKx6qlI/s1600-h/toblerone+150.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292109749542697234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_olLiuMcSGQk/SXFZx0XfuRI/AAAAAAAAACw/r4M7LKx6qlI/s200/toblerone+150.jpg" border="0" /></a>"What about love?"<br /><br />"Overrated."<br />"Biochemically...no different than eating large quantities of chocolate."<br /><br /><br />(from <em>The Devil's Advocate</em>)<the><the><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3577323253294707409-1234171754337690046?l=alfie21.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alfiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03066851127326229589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3577323253294707409.post-83712932718312695002009-01-09T13:11:00.001+08:002009-02-21T17:01:49.930+08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olLiuMcSGQk/SW2Xhklye7I/AAAAAAAAACI/Y0_bLtvoDLA/s1600-h/011409134930+150.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291051740243852210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olLiuMcSGQk/SW2Xhklye7I/AAAAAAAAACI/Y0_bLtvoDLA/s320/011409134930+150.jpg" border="0" /></a>My plan "one book a month" has always been interrupted by such the trifles as assignments and exams which haunt quiet moments and leave me exhausted. Now's the time to carry it out over again. <div></div><div></div><div></div><div><br />There's very little time left to enjoy the college life, which life is directed by my own desire without any consideration about living under the parents' support.</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><br />What is such life expressing, a kind of the weak or happiness? I know nothing except that I do value each second when i was reading. I dare not to count how many school days are left.<br /><br />Hurry up, boy.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3577323253294707409-8371293271831269500?l=alfie21.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alfiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03066851127326229589noreply@blogger.com0