Pen my soliloquy...

I always felt that real bonds can't be severed by distance. Only in loneliness can we savor companionship. I will treasure this feeling and when I am alone in the dark, I will close my eyes and think about all the people I've met who matter to me. The list will go on and on because we all shared a common history and that will bind us all together. It's something that could never be erased and once our paths had crossed, bonds are destined to be forged. I am not alone. I will never be alone.

Today is one of those really rare times when I went out with my mom and both of us agreed to spend however much we like, on whatever we want and do everything we've not done together before. And seriously Mommy, I love you so much.

We decided to meet for lunch and I left the house at 12noon after an agonizing farewell with my computer. Mommy is waiting for me, like every single time we've met before, and we're both half blind. I was wearing disposable contacts which don't really fit and she was not wearing her glasses. So it took some groping and guesswork but we met eventually. Then I led her on a futile search for an elusive restaurant that I vaguely remembered from one of my former class outings. In the end we had to settle for Imperial Treasure, which, to its credit, is quite good. It's a Chinese food restaurant and by good I don't mean its authentic because it's certainly not authentic in many dishes. Many were actually variants (I decided against using the word mutants) of authentic dishes and the only ones that tasted authentic were the side dishes, which can't go wrong much. But they tasted great so we were happy. After lunch we sat over two glasses (not cups) of tea and talked for the longest time ever, during which every single waitress/waiter in the place took turns refilling our glasses in a not-so-subtle attempt to chase us away. They succeeded because we finally left in search of the restroom.

After lunch we decided to go orchard to shop. It was a very fruitful trip. We bought some straps for my luggage and a Citizen watch for me. It looks really sleek, elegant and pretty and all its traits are definitely reflected in the price. On a side note, the weather is really nice today, no sun no rain and quite breezy. So we took a walk down orchard road and ended up at Cine. Then we decided to watch a movie. No I'm kidding. We decided to watch a movie first then we spotted Cine and went 'Aha, we can watch a movie there! Let's check out the timings.' I wanted to watch Meet Dave but the next show was 1720 which was 1h 10min away so we decided to watch Journey to the Center of the Earth, which turned out to be really really good! Two thumbs up! Then we bought some donuts and went home. It was a perfect trip with perfect timings and we did perfect things.

But so tired now. I love you Mom!

hey! finally back to posting an entry, after being inspired to blog again by jinglin ^_^ now im going to chronicle my life before going to new york and my life afterwards.

haven't read finish Iliad but there's a lot of time on the plane. almost done packing, by which i mean setting things aside to be packed, not the actually putting into suitcase (tears hair out). i want to bring a lot of books, but the thought of having to lug them back tortures me. travel light, i decide.

counting down the last few days. it's like every time i do something in my house a tiny voice pops up in my head and reminds me that this is the last few times i'm doing this. actually this sounds quite morbid but quite true. who knows what (horrible things) will happen in my house in my absence...

i feel quite apprehensive, don't know how things will turn out. everyone i've spoke to told me it's great, it's wonderful and they love it. i guess there's a huge degree of veracity in that but some how it feels too good to be true, like in those thrillers when the lead feels that things are going too smoothly, something will come crashing down. what a bad analogy. well, anw, justified or not, it is a sense of trepidation.

but all in all, i can't wait to get there!!!

I'm reading a book about corporate crimes and scandals. It's eye-opening. But I don't understand most of what it's talking about. But the numbers are enough to say everything. Corruption is definitely the fastest way to wealth.

It's all about what you read. I can't imagine that kind of lifestyle, that kind of enjoyment. Sometimes I wonder if the pleasure comes from the lavish lifestyle or the knowledge that you are able to afford this lavish lifestyle.

My head hurts but it's not migraine. It's something deeper and more fundamental. I'm afraid to close my eyes for I cannot fall asleep. But lying in bed makes me calm so I keep the pretense of sleep.

My stomach hurts. I don't want to eat because I cannot digest. It's driving me mad that every time my stomach acts up after eating things other than porridge.

I want to drink milk. I used to love milk. I used to drink two glasses every day. Then I became more lactose intolerant. Now I can only drink Vitagen. I hate Vitagen. I hate the taste. I hate the texture. I hate the smell. I hate the flavours. I hate the colours. I hate the bottles. I hate everything about Vitagen. But every week my dad buys 15 bottles.

It was like that time he bought apples. So many apples. We ate apples for months. Everyday. Twice. Morning and night.

I hate everything about you.

No I'm kidding. I'm not in a good mood.

It's quite difficult to be the same person all the time. When times change, when circumstances change, when the people around you change, it's more natural to act differently. I have goals, I have ambition, I have dreams. And I work towards them. But that's in the day.

Then night comes. What do I want in life? When I look in retrospect, is there anything that I will regret doing or not doing? What do I want to go through? Where do I want to end up?

I realize that I don't want success all the time. I want to experience failure. I want to experience desperation. I want to experience misery. I want to experience heartbreak. Just once, I want to fall so hard in life that I might not get back up. I want to experience rebirth. I want to know that I have the courage and the endurance and the capability to climb back up. I don't want my life to be smooth-sailing.

I want to have hardships. I want to have sufferings. I want to have the resilience to hold against all that life could throw at one person. I want to be able to look back, when the time comes, and tell myself that there's nothing I couldn't take. I want to go through everything a human being can go through. I'm sick of repeating the same story over and over. I want the courage to break up this cycle.

I want to be the same person, night and day. I want to be able to stand here, tomorrow morning, and say exactly the same things. But the night is long and dreams are weary.

God, please give me strength to do what I need to do and the grace to accept what I cannot do. Please be a guiding light in my times of darkness and a healer in my times of pain. Please stand with me in my joy and misery and be the silent protector you've always been. Please be a listener when I need to speak and a friend when I need comfort. Please do not ask for what I cannot give or give what I cannot have. Love me, as I do you.

山有木兮木有枝，心悦君兮君不知

我已习惯默默回想，你的歌声已凝成午夜的绝唱

开心时想到的不一定是最亲密的人，可不开心的时候想到的却一定是最亲密的人，这是人的本性.

从认识你开始我就病了，一直病到现在.而且以后还会病下去。不能治，我也不想治。

我不会再害怕失去什么了，因为我已经什么都没有了。

我单纯并不表示我蠢，我善良并不表示我懦弱。只不过我做事比较有个人风格而已

我的原则是宁可撕开你衣服的是自己的双手，也不会用谎言让你自动地躺到我怀里。

我要和你做一生的恋人。可是神说不行，只能做7天。我说好吧，我从星期一到星期七，神说只能四天。我说那好，就春天、夏天、秋天、冬天。神说那就只能三天。我说行，昨天、今天、和明天。神说那就只能两天，我说那就黑夜和白天。神最后说只能一天，我说，那就我想你的每一天

对我来说，给一个爱你的人最大的报复，不是恨他也不是亲手毁了他，而是冷漠。

昨夜小寐，忽疑君到，却是琉璃火，未央天

或许在我出生前,上帝也曾这么跟我说,我未来的妻子会因为生不出孩而自杀,所以我请求上帝把我的妻子变成男人,让他跟我白头到老.

你要是敢做，本少爷就敢喊爽！

这里始终留著一块地方，给自己最爱的人。这种感情，凌驾於所有物质利益之上，不为任何现实条件所妥协。不管那人是男是女、是美是丑，只要他能读懂我的心灵，彼此包容爱护，可以在最深的夜里紧紧拥抱到天明，我这颗心，就是他的。

人生在世，忽然而已

伤害别人，并不能拯救自己。

当感情由单方面的联系变成双方，其实比什麽都要坚固！

其实，生活就像洋葱，一片一片的剥开，总有一片会让我们流泪。

知道吗，血，是很暖的。沐着你的血，温暖的好像你的拥抱一样。让我可以相信，这不过是个噩梦。那，你可不可以不要走，我们一起，等梦醒，等天明…

下次再骗我时，不要伤了自己。

我早已经背对上帝因为我要面对你。

强攻变弱受，情何以堪？

天堂里有人憎恨我，地狱里有人怀念我。

你不喜欢我哪一点 我马上改
你喜欢我哪一点 我马上改

神说“爱是恒久忍耐，爱是不嫉妒，爱是不自夸，不张狂，不求自己的益处，不计算人的恶；凡事包容，凡事相信，凡事盼望，凡事忍耐；爱是永不止息。” 神错了，那都不是爱，爱，是两情相悦。

不知我者，谓我何求。知我者，谓我心忧

你想发财吗？你想交桃花运吗？你想当官吗？你想一夜成名吗？你想永葆青春吗？你想全世界都为你疯狂吗？——不要瞎想了，洗洗脚睡吧！

弦，我对你的爱，就如天上的星星、水中的鱼、地下的老鼠、我身上的毛那么多！

我这么帅,竟然喜欢上了男人.

俺稀罕被你虐!!!!!(俺不是犯贱||||)

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There may be many endings to the story, but I will love you in every ending.

I'm starting to believe that there are really no limits to human potential. Everything is possible, somewhere, someone, given sufficient time.

But what is humanity that we try so hard to define. What exactly is superhuman? What are the actions / feelings that humans are supposed or not supposed to have? Will moralities really change? Are past societal values wrong? Who are we to judge the actions of others?

Yet I do believe that everyone of us has the right to judge. Just because we sin, precisely because we sin can we judge. Because having sinned is like having seen the flip side of the coin, the side that others don't want us to see. If we don't know the other side, how do we know whether it is paradise or purgatory?

And judging doesn't mean that we necessarily have to do something about it. We have the right to feel, to think in a certain way but not the power to force others to think our way. I can say this action is wrong but I cannot say that this action is punishable. I do not deny that this statement may be amoral in nature but what is the extent of morality? Does morality compel us to feel in a certain way or act in a certain way? If I think cannibalism is wrong, ought I also take actions to expurgate this practice? If so, to what extent does morality justify my actions? Do I physically restrain him to keep him from harming others or can I attack him in preemption?

If so, then the process of justification can never end! Ad infinitum. So now is it time to go back to the premise, the safest square?

So we judge. We need not act on the judgment. Then the whole morality thing seems a little discretionary and pointless.

Do I even need to go into the whole societal reforms and free people from illusions thing? (Marxism) Just imagine that after instigating people to go on strikes and launch a revolution, you discover something fundamentally flawed about your theory that makes it impossible to accomplish in real life and all you can tell the people whose lives you've spoilt, oops sorry.

And I understand this whole love thing even less. What's the point of falling in love? If a man and a woman are together just for the sake of procreation, then why don't we allow polygamy? Then the state should take responsibility for every pregnant woman and we will be no better than cattle. If it's for the sake of true love then why do gender and age and background matter? If you are supposed to truly love the person you are marrying then how can someone else decide it for you? Why are we confined in this societal norm?

But to live successfully together, we must have some kind of social contract. We are necessarily selfish creatures. If the costs of living together outweighs the benefits, then I do not doubt that we will not be living together in a community in the first place. It's like a group work, a collaboration. There has to be compromises because there cannot be consensus all the time. There is not one path that will make everyone happy. So we came up with democracy, follow the majority.

Can you imagine? Project Work: Human Beings. Our entire reality is like a project, a highly controlled experiment and I do not doubt that somewhere out there, someone is laughing. Even the most mundane things will seem exciting in their eyes. Every change in breath, posture, temperature will be carefully recorded down. I cannot imagine, because we don't have to imagine. We just have to know, like Physics.

I am mightily confused.

The apple does not taste that nice once it's not forbidden.

I live a much more interesting and fulfilling life with the common test hanging over my head. I will count down to the next common test.

I love Jap and Korean stars. They are so much more willing to do fanservice.

回忆总是无辜，可惜太容易遗忘。
哪年哪月哪日，你将不记得我是谁。

你到底是男还是女？这不重要，当你想要爱的时候，你就是男的。当你想要被爱的时候，你就是女的。没有比这更不重要的事情了。我为什么是男人或女人？我可以是你喜欢的任何人，也可以是男人，也可以是女人。你可以践踏我的一切，只要你允许我爱你。

“我会用你离开的这10天的时间来忘掉你！”他斩钉截铁地说。
“为什么？”
“不然我会活不下去……”
“10天以后呢？”我开始莫名担心。
“10天以后，我会加倍地爱你。”

所谓爱情不爱情，已经不重要了，信任与否，也不是最关键的了，明知道空气有毒，我就能不呼吸吗？明 知道水里有毒，我就能不喝它吗？我们都知道自己会死，我们就不活了吗？

不过你这家伙还真倒霉啊～本来直男一只，娶了个同人女，又娶了个同人女，现在又生了个同人女，难怪会变BL啊～

即使全世界都背叛你,我也会站在你身边背叛全世界。

他妈的男的干嘛要喜欢女的呀!

我希望十六岁的这一年，天下大乱、群雄并起、杀机四伏、国破家亡……

都禁忌了还怕乱伦

与其车尘马足，高官厚禄，不如行扁舟，赏垂柳。笑看人生，一世风流……

他爱我，可是他永远不会将他的爱给我。
我爱他，可是我的爱他永远不会接受。
我和他的爱夹杂了猜疑，夹杂了妒嫉，夹杂了伤害，夹杂了许多许多的东西。
我和他的距离很远，那个距离有千山万水，一重一重又一重，即使肌肤相亲着，也根本不会碰触到彼此的心。
那是一个江山的距离。

傻瓜，我就在这里，怎么会离开你？

无法爱上你是我这辈子最大的不幸...

如果世界上有一百个人爱你,我是其中之一;如果有十个人爱你,我是其中之一;如果没有人爱你,那么请你带一束花,到我的坟前看看我.

做爱呢~严肃点!

我在你身边也许会死，
但我离开你是一定会死，
所以，二者选其一，
大不了死你身边。

这社会上讨人厌的家伙总是象野草一样一茬一茬疯长不灭。

那个为你赴汤蹈火，誓言旦旦，死心塌地的我，仿佛是昨天一个消散了的梦境。
那个对我颐指气使，高高在上，运筹帷幄的你，也好象是昨夜划破长空的流星。
我们都蜕变了，已经回不到从前。

爱你一万年如果不是谎言那就是遗言

"……你死都不许跟我两清……同性恋就同性恋！我认了！妈的我认了！"

“竹仙啊竹仙，如果您真的有灵性，请保佑师兄早日康复……而且……而且……最好他一醒来就爱上了我……”

A:你是他的什么人?
B:他的什么人都是我.

没有原因，没有理由，我们被安排必须彼此虐待、折磨，在痛苦中感知对方的存在，在受虐中寻求生存的意义

第一次做错事，我害怕，仿佛天将塌陷；第二次，我号哭，唯恐被责怪；第三次，我后悔，却明白世无悔药；第四次，我才懂，这个世界，不是非黑即白。

这一生到底要做多少次自我介绍，他才能够认识我呢？

我的初恋和你的初恋发生在同一时间同一地点

神说，爱是我们去世时惟一能够带走的东西，它使得死亡变得如此从容。

其实，很爱很爱的感觉，就是在一起经历了许多事情之后才会发现的。

喜欢，就是淡淡的爱。爱，就是深深的喜欢。

我只想为他缔造一个江湖,沉浮挣扎间和他共同进退,就算只能站在他身后,至少他退后一步,跌进的是我的怀抱

你要去北方,我跟去北方.你要去南方,我追去南方.你要是蹲牢,我便杀人放火进去陪你.

他的世界,冰天雪地.
但不是因为春天没有来,而是,那场雪一直,一直都在下.

我是我,你是你；即使你是我的高贵的影子，我还是毫不犹豫的把你踩在脚底；这
么做不是因为我恨你，而是为了永远的留住你……

不知道爱情有没有保险，如果有的话，我会一年买一万，买你不变心，假如你哪天变心了，我就把所有的爱情保险换成一块钱的钢崩砸死你！

很多事情，总想从零开始，往往，有这个想法的时候，已经是个很大的负数。

就像知道一个感人的故事，若是没有人听，永远就只有自己知道。
他的故事，其实只有三个字，我爱你……
短短的三个字，他爱的人，不愿意听。

“你叫什么名字？”
“麦琪，不要告诉他”
“你是白痴阿”

不要辜负肯把初吻给你的恋人

有一种爱，因了解而来.绝对不会因看透你而分开 .这一份爱，跨越时空而来 ,从未放弃，未曾离开，依然等待.

我爱你，也是因为你是你，如此平凡却又如此神奇的你，六十亿人中唯一的你，亿万光年中唯一一次出现的你

你可以这样理解impossible---I'm possible

没想到我的第一次居然是……一、二、三、四，再加上我——5P哎！
真是不鸣则已，一鸣惊人！
来吧，来糟蹋我吧！蹂躏我吧！

等你老到牙齿都掉光时,口交起来一定很爽

“你姓金我姓钱，干脆我们就叫金钱帮吧！”
金寒垂下眼不予置评，他从来不敢苟同钱小飞的品位。
“你不说我就当你默许了。好，我宣布即日起，金钱帮成立！”
脸上表情丝毫未变的金寒其实内心在滴血。

“杨苛，你要对婕好。她很爱你。”
“可你并没有对我好。”
“杨苛你尽快忘了我吧。”
“浩浩你也忘了那个小毛孩吧！”
“你为难我。”
“你又何尝不是。”

我可以征服整个世界 但你他妈的征服了我.....

我是不是有病，我怎么可能这么喜欢你呢？

断线的木偶以为得到的是自由，其实只是被当作垃圾处理掉．

既然要断袖，就要断得彻底，就要断得无懈可击。当上面那个，还不如找个姑娘相亲相爱。唯有当下面那个，才能享尽断袖余桃之乐。

“我希望你是我手中的风筝，剪断了线，你就自由了。”
“我更希望是你手中的线，风筝飞了，我却还在你手中。”

我渴望的那个东西大概叫爱情，不知道这世上有没有

游迭行道：“儿子哪，若这里躺的是你的心上人，你会不会哭？”游信道：“不会。”游迭行呆住，未接话。游信平平淡淡道：“若这里躺的人是他，我一头撞死在这，随他去了。”

Je t’aime, c’est la vie que je voudrais, simple et tranquille, avec toi.

跑了个妖女，又缠过来一个妖男！

先奸后杀总比先杀后奸来得爽吧！

没有什么过不去,只是再也回不去.

我怎么不在马嵬坡奋然抵抗,博得个泉台上灵牌成双？ 度尽劫波虽无恙,问余生却还有何风光

世界上没有一条路,让大家都幸福

Temptation is the strongest when it's forbidden.

I've found a meaning in life!!!

I'll devote my life to the noble cause of BL.

And only certain type of people can be gay.

The top must ALWAYS be handsome. If not pretty. If not rich. If not tall. If he's none of the above, he MUST be a bottom. In other words, the top cannot be fat, cannot be short, cannot be too ugly. The top can be younger (in fact, its prefered), he can be relatives with the bottom as well (prefered also, special mention: brother love <3), he can be married with child (but must be rich and successful in this case), he can be a non-human (but must be able to change into human form... actually, optional >.<).

The bottom!!! I love the bottom. There're so many things you can do to the bottom, so much stuff you can use on the bottom, in the bottom. The bottom can be ANYTHING. He/It can be fat or skinny, pretty or ugly, rich or poor, tall or short, young or old (prefered). ::drool::

If you're straight, prove it by reading BL. If you can be unaffected by BL and remain strong in your orientation, then you know you are incorruptible.

We have a world to conquer.

One very very important event was over yesterday. It's really really my last school concert. A concert that I can call is mine. The process was tiring and troublesome and many times I just want to drop dead or better, kill off everyone else and drop dead. But in the end, nothing, absolutely nothing can fill the emptiness that the realisation that I won't be able to do this ever again brought me.

Thanks are in due, I suppose, because looking back, I realise what a total bitch I've been sometimes and I can't believe the people who have walked with me for the entire journey. Six years. That's one third of my lifetime. There were happy moments, many sad moments, angry moments, moments that made me glad to be alive and moments that I feel love and loved.

My last concert is really over and there's no way I can sleep peacefully without venting it some way (like having another concert perhaps?)

Anyway, I digress. Thanks are in due.

My parents. They've really walked with me the ENTIRE way, from my first concert when I was a little Sec 1 playing for Harmnony. I was playing suspended cymbals for G R Selections. I was too inexperienced to tell whether it was a total disaster (as I've been told) or not but honestly I felt it was quite ok, as in, I played quite ok. Then there was take off, cadenza, more cadenza, unisono, syf, play, a tempo and finally a tempo XVIII. Thanks for religiously attending every single one of my concerts and giving me positive feedback even when it wasn't really worth your money. Thank you and I love you.

Wang Rui, Shengnan, Joo Hui, Jinglin, Li Shun, Miao Ling, Char Poh and Peng Peng. Thanks for coming for nearly every single one of my concerts even though you may only have come here to sleep. Thanks for being such GREAT friends and I am really blessed and fortunate to have met you people in my life (I can ALWAYS sell off the allocated tickets ^^). Thanks for being there for me and keep reminding me that there are so many people in my life who love me and care for me. In return, I will make sure you study and ace all your tests!!!

Everyone else who came (Yang dear, Fang darling, Wang Jue, Man Yun, Preetha, Chen Xi, Lim Jiin, Hui Yi, juniors). Thank you and I hope you've enjoyed yourselves.

Mr Oura. Six years. Despite all the tears, pain and sadness, he's the absolutely best conductor a band could have and my band life was so much more enriched because of him. Thanks for exposing me to such wonderful music and knowing what's best for me even before I realise it myself. Thanks for letting us play Ocean for SYF 2005, thanks for insisting on La Mer for SYF 2007, thanks for letting us play Shirim for Inunion 2005, thanks for letting us play Merry Widow for Inunion 2004, thanks for taking us on the Japan trip, thanks for playing Kaze no Mai for A Tempo XVIII, thanks for making Silver Screen the last song. Thank you for judging me only by my future playing and not past mistakes. Thank you for teaching me to respect the instruments, respect the audience and most importantly, respect the music I am making. Thank you.

Lastly and most importantly, my section. Percussion is a collective effort. No matter how good a soloist is, there is no way he/she can play everything. When we play totally, in tempo, in sync, there is this vibe in the air, this tingling and I felt it during (some parts of) Clintonian Sketch. Thank you for putting in effort for all the pieces. Thank you for listening to my suggestions during sections (which end at obscene times). Thank you for listening to my crappy theories and accept with fortitude when I manipulate you to satisfy my sick fantasies (ok I'll admit that). Thank you for bearing with a less-than-tolerant me. Thank you for holding out against my temper. I may not be always nice but please know that you are really special to me. It was a great pleasure playing with you so please don't forget your really sick and a little insane SL. ^_^

Now I want to give myself a big big hug. I'm a genius. Yes. It's over. Get over it. Stop crying. You still have memories. Tomorrow is another day!

My nails used to be really clean and nice but recently I've been getting a lot of dirt stuck under my nails. They are dark and crusty. I have no idea where I got them from. I don't exactly scratch my nails across any surface. It's really strange...

And now I sit in my bright and sunny room drinking red bean soya bean milk (which tastes delightful by the way) and contemplate the general meaning of my life. I have wasted exactly two hours and thirty-five minutes since I woke up at seven thirty-four.

It's always the little things that get to you. When big things happen I'm always calm and collected but when small things happen (no more milk in the fridge) I'll let out a ballistic scream and drop to the floor twitching sporadically.

What I don't see I don't know. I have no idea what's in the cup, who has used it before, whether it's been washed or not but it doesn't matter once I close my eyes and gulp the contents down. It tastes vaguely like milk and that's fine. Who cares about the small white things floating on top? Keep my eyes on the screen and it'll be fine.

It's a headache to be given useless gifts. I stare at these two little porcelain containers on my table that for the life of me I couldn't figure out what for. They look pretty, yes in that special antique kind of way but I have absolutely no idea what to do with them. For some time I thought perhaps they are used for holding tea but then what are those little lids doing on top? You don't see a teacup with lids. Then I thought maybe they are mini versions of those kind of rice pots but they are slightly more intricate and elaborate than rice pots. At last I accept that maybe they're just there for aesthetic pleasures but they are of the wrong shape. Items on display must either have a very special shape or a very convenient shape. They are fat and not exactly small and have you ever seen a teacup/rice pot-look-alike being used as a display?

Always I feel I am teetering dangerously on the edge of consciousness. My upper and lower eyelids feel like magnets and I have to constantly apply a force to pull them apart. My mind is a misty foggy swamp with black ominous bubbles breaking the stale surface from time to time.

I cannot live without milk.

曾经沧海难为水，
除却巫山不是云，
取次花丛懒回顾，
半缘修道半缘君。

终日昏昏醉梦间，
忽闻春尽强登山，
因过竹院逢僧话，
又得浮生半日闲。

这个动作，说高雅了叫调情，说通俗了叫动手，说含蓄了叫卿卿，说直白了叫乱摸，说阴谋了叫突袭，说单纯了叫碰触，说君子了叫问柳，说小人了叫揩油，说虚伪了叫搭脉，说实在了叫骚扰……说到底，就是勾引。

“有我在，你可以永远都不长大......”

原来耶律天一也是爱着阿凉的。他们两人互相深爱着对方，却明白得太晚，没有机会让对方领受心意。耶律天一好不容易等到阿凉鼓起勇气表白，却只能用冰冷的言语回绝，他伤阿凉多深，自己就会承受比这更多的痛楚。他们都是可怜人啊。然而他们又是那样令我羡慕。
- 《月河雪》，玉隐

对不起，我欠你的恐怕这辈子还不了了，下辈子也还不了了，下下辈子，永远都还不了了。对不起。
- 《当时只道是寻常》，桃花农

为什么要哭？你一向很坚强的，从来不在我的面前哭的呀。不要哭，不要哭！你不是这样的。你会在濯泠池边对我笑，孩子一般纯真的笑。你会在我的房门外默默地站着，有时甚至是一夜，然后带着一身的朝露赶去上朝。你以为我不知道吗？好傻，我也在陪着你呀，只不过，你在门外，我在门内。你就不会扣一下我的房门，再一次进来用冷冷地话刺伤我，用粗砺地手弄痛我，用狂乱的眼折磨我吗？

你不要再说“如果没有遇见你，如果没有遇见你”这样的蠢话了。遇见就是遇见，沦陷就是沦陷。你我的身份再如何特别，终究不过是上天手中的一颗小小棋子，上天想如何摆就如何摆。既然我们的位置已经错放，那就让我们错下去吧！

是的，我为什么一直没有对你说过呢？

我一直，一直，从看到你的第一眼起。

我，爱你。

流樱，爱着的，一直都是你，李朝旭。
- 《花间辞倾国之怀樱令》，风之羽

我们不是没有勇气去开创一个新的未来，我们反而是都太有勇气了，所以选择留下来面对没有彼此的未来。
- 《私奔》，白梅月

actually i mind. you know. i mind it quite a lot.

i can walk away and not look back because i mind.

i can sHake my head and smile because i mind.

i can laugh and Say i am alright because i mind.

because its like a knife that's twisting in my heart and everytime i tell myself its alright it sInks a little deeper.

i mind it sO much because everyone else will get over it. they'll look back and think 'oh yeah, that'S ridculous' because they do not mind.

i can't. don't you undersTand? i can't look back upon this and laugh about it. i can't look back and say 'yeah, they're bastards but i got over it'. i can't look back at all.