Saturday, February 27, 2010
The Heart Asks Pleasure First
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借音樂Blog寫寫近況
第二次考駕照,總算過了
要謝謝教車師傅的反覆糾正
另外受驚的考官,對不起,我那個彎轉的真是快了一點,而且我很明白,當你知道開車的考生只有一隻眼睛的時候,感受到的恐懼應該跟當時的車速不成正比。
哥哥勸我養一年車,鍛煉駕駛技術,避免做隱形司機。應該是一筆不小的開支,還在考慮中。
下星期公事過台灣,會順便可以買些專業用的書;是否還有時間去看看眼科專科,還不知道。聽說台灣的 Tango 社群很大,如果有機會應該跑去跳。
公司的工作不太忙,但很瑣碎,很難靜下心來做Project M的事情;回到家又有太多事情分心,十分十分需要一個時間,一個空間,把其他東西都拋開
Monday, February 15, 2010
Monday, February 01, 2010
一首奇怪的歌
在音樂網站第一次聽到這首歌的時候我留下了這樣的留言
暗紫色的裂痕 劃破表現性的平靜 擾動過後只剩一片渾沌
然後我在Facebook 貼了這首歌,不過很快的這首歌就給FB上面無數的心理測驗結果埋沒了。偏激的我自然不難得出這樣的結論:Facebook 係一個無聊人鬥post 垃圾的地方。
所以想介紹給朋友們聽的歌還是需要認認真真的貼到這裡來
專門找了一個可以看到歌詞的版本貼出來,因為這首歌的歌詞十分令我詫異
La Rupture
Windows, doors, walls and carpets, chairs, tables and flowers, bread, wine,
butter and jam, fries, meat, beans and all spices.
i've lost the taste of these things for two weeks now.
i'm just waiting for a cup of dirty snow...
airports, railroad stations, highways, streets and foggy lines.
traffic, lights, cars and planes, boats, bicycles and walkers.
now i'm wondering, blind, in the city.
I'm surrounded by towers, made of dirty snow.
faces, ears and bellies, backsides, legs, fingers and feet.
sweat, tears, dripping bodies, parties, someone is fucked up.
now i'm quiet in this snow, snowy country.
i'm hanging on until i am old, just older than now.
暗紫色的裂痕 劃破表現性的平靜 擾動過後只剩一片渾沌
然後我在Facebook 貼了這首歌,不過很快的這首歌就給FB上面無數的心理測驗結果埋沒了。偏激的我自然不難得出這樣的結論:Facebook 係一個無聊人鬥post 垃圾的地方。
所以想介紹給朋友們聽的歌還是需要認認真真的貼到這裡來
專門找了一個可以看到歌詞的版本貼出來,因為這首歌的歌詞十分令我詫異
La Rupture
Windows, doors, walls and carpets, chairs, tables and flowers, bread, wine,
butter and jam, fries, meat, beans and all spices.
i've lost the taste of these things for two weeks now.
i'm just waiting for a cup of dirty snow...
airports, railroad stations, highways, streets and foggy lines.
traffic, lights, cars and planes, boats, bicycles and walkers.
now i'm wondering, blind, in the city.
I'm surrounded by towers, made of dirty snow.
faces, ears and bellies, backsides, legs, fingers and feet.
sweat, tears, dripping bodies, parties, someone is fucked up.
now i'm quiet in this snow, snowy country.
i'm hanging on until i am old, just older than now.
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