85 after Volleyball

Tuesday’s volleyball was fine except that I did not play as well as what I had expected. It was probably not because of the recovering finger but the phobia and the expensive chicken rice caused burpings throughout the entire game. After the game, Weitat drove Mingfa, Jingkun and I to Bedok 85 where we met …

记得我的好

在这数亿的人群中,你是否曾忽略了周围的人?过去的点点滴滴、某某人对你的善待与包容,是否已随着岁月的摧残,风沙的流失,而烟消云散?你又是否还记得以往未实现的承诺? 我几乎在这些年的战役中全军覆没。时间俘虏了我的青春、希望、欢笑。孤军作战的寂寞、彷徨与疲累折腾着,在离开众人的视线里找寻生存。就是那么吊儿郎当,那么的无助,却坚持着信念,常常又被自己的执著击败。 我无才,就只有一颗爱莫能助的热心;我无功,就只能用一张笑脸激发四周的幸福。没有特地地露出善意,没有装作的行为,丝毫一点都不起眼。 明日如果我见不着阳光,希望你还记得我的好,就一丝丝的特点也可以。 Skai Chan @ http://sillydumb.com