Day after the eruption,
hours and hours tucked away in bed,
last nights naughty long behind; just like the lingering scent of alcohol fading away.
time drags, The Comfort hour.
Then rhythm of life slowly flows back to you, and every nerve on you’re body feels it.
Bombarded by the head spin. the quick pace of contact lens. brushing teeth. blowing hair. eyeliner. shadow earring. Reborn.
Life comes back to you, the checkoff list, suddenly life seemed to be right under you’re control; people wave hi to you in class and you smile in secrecy, they have no clue where you went last night.
By the end of the day, you unconsciously count down the hours that soon closes the twentyfour hours to eruption. By then, you ate dinner with friends, roamed around school, checked off you’re to-do list, It’s like the day before never happened.
“That’s why I live in the moment” he says, “Let it move through you because it won’t last.”
so I’ve got my first job, one that probably won’t exist longer than any of my relationships.
A tiny sushi store opened by an old couple. Clean, fresh. A row of lantern hung just above. Boss, a man that seemed as if he stepped right out of a cartoon. beer belly, big lips, cropped hair and the simplest T-shirt and shorts. 老闆娘，the kind that you wished you’ll never bump into on your first day of work. Straight faced.
I rushed in, exactly twenty minutes late, whoops. The other girl already there.
rice balls in plastic boxes, washing dishes, remember now; no splashing no bubbles and please wipe in dry. Then the many different kinds of plates for those different shusies. I don’t even recall so many names for the same exact dish;生魚片。But the highlight of my whole day was the shrimp wrap. The boss summoned me over and started making two wraps, meanwhile telling me when to put the cucumbers and when to squeeze the Mayo. Okay, and the Mayo must be the hardest part. To get the Mayo perfectly squiggly. Then I got to make one for myself, one for a customer and one for the girl.
Feeling pretty lumpy actually, as the three stood in front moving swiftly with grace as if these movements and orders where already imprinted in their brains. They are a team, from the outside people might have thought they where families, I would’ve. I remember six rice balls each plate, brushing sauces on sushi must be even, don’t give too much veggies, last but not least which plastics for which orders. But my nervous brain could only repeat to myself over and over how slow I must appear to them as they stood at the side, three pairs of eyes staring.
I tried the most optimistic respond to any suggestions they gave me; Given my personality I hated nagging. It was okay, I hoped for the day (which I always did) that this becomes my routine and I could proudly tell my child that my very first job was at a sushi shop and my boyfriend always always rides me there. ( though I think the bosses hates boys, therefore they hate seeing my boyfriend.
吉他，走音的男孩子們，無形的關懷 我看著 印著美麗倒影的電風扇 感受到溫暖。
我的心好痛 痛你們太善良 痛我能擁有
對不起，對不起在分手了以 我依然感受到了 一點 幸福。
是不是又被看成太在意太自我中心太誇張 不過你知道嗎 我只是想把我的心情講給你聽。
Your cry tore me up
and the most insane thing wasn’t the fact that I was the culprit ,
but it was that my heart wasn’t big enough to feel the pain.
今日 又沒有太陽，台灣另然厭倦的颱風雨。一大早就看見那隻神秘的灰老鼠被抓到籠子了，縮成一團似乎已經投降了，老鼠啊 最後還是輸給了香蕉的誘惑。
我們今天在飯店前面呼吸了一陣子，一身子的雨水。怎麼每次都在呼吸？ 外面的雨模糊了夜燈 再次的製造出不現實感，跟你一起的世界都變得好緩慢好不真實。我們又在辯論了，你總是說你講不贏我 不過你不知道的是最後我就像老鼠一樣 屈服在你很有理的論點下。
我們吵著對方對傳統價值的尊重，對於對與錯 你總是有一套理論，我很佩服。看著你 違反這常規 卻很堅定的講著你的想法 難道不覺得可笑嗎？年輕的我們，滿滿的思想 在這個社會的眼裡是什麼？小孩子罷了，什麼都不懂的傻孩子。不過我們真的不懂事嗎？
青春 依舊是可悲的 我們一無所有 卻又想把自己想成一個能幹的大人，
青春為什麼會革命？為什麼熱血？因為我們什麼都沒有才能說 Hey let’s take a shot. 三十年後有了責任有了負擔的我們難道還能像現在這樣嗎？趁著年輕時就玩吧 出了事就把它好好處理。
青春 難道是能夠無負擔的往夢想前進嗎 跌倒了還有好多年的時間學會站起來。 Continue reading “不要謀殺別人的青春”
You know that odd age, where you get stuck between a child and an grown up.
Old enough to feel the weight but too young to bear it.
This motivates me to grow up.
Four days and three nights, Hotel rooms, Checking in, grab the keys, rode the motor cycle, feeling like it was just you and me. No one told us when to eat or sleep, We were the leaders of our own Runaway trip,
yet no credit card, and a ticket was all it takes to snap us back to reality.
I muttered the word Invincible, maybe even tried to convince myself a little. Pathetic was it? Yet I saw us, two newly born birds, a bit aimless but definitely unafraid to fly.
How did we come to this?
Face to face, me legs up on the toilet seat and you leaning against the wall. Both of us half blind and the yellow lightbulb just a little bit too naked. Cigarettes. Cigarettes that I have long sworn off became my reliever. Green package, Slim, placed on the sink. You were done crying and now it was my turn, taking your poor eyesight to the advantage I let my tears roll freely letting the feeling of despair wash me over and gobble me in.
Why did the puffs made me feel so alive? I asked and you seemed to know the answer.
It was the feeling of existing.
There I was in just my underwear and an oversized Tee, red eyes and runny nose. How many times have you seen me like this already? So Unguarded. I was stripped inside out.
I looked at you and felt a sense of closeness never felt before. The air between us seemed to froze in time and it was just my heart and your heart. Beating. I imagined growing up, moving on but my mind stays in this image.
You said something cheesy; We will move on someday, set sail for our dreams but somewhere deep in our hearts when we got tired and needed some air to breathe, we will still believe in us.
I saw finality in your eyes, at the same time surrender. This decision, My decision.
Why did I feel so sad after getting what I wanted? How many mans would be insane enough to agree to my conditions?
(23 24 25 26 27 numbers all went back to zero, they don’t seemed to make sense anymore. Was I to leave today or tomorrow? Did I even wanted to go?
Anxious with last nights haircut and the awkwardness of being back.
How foolish of me to get that Cleopatra fringe again, what’s worst was that funny short bob haircut by mum.
The days spent counting and now I was only four hours away, the one soul I cling on to half way across the globe. Jittery. I fumbled around with that liquid eyeliner that came along when I bought the colour correction palette. Exactly thirty minute spent in the washroom fixing that stupid liner that seemed wayyy too much on my eyelids and then another hour or so on the train. I carried that colourful bird with me, with my colourful backpack that I’ve always dreamt to backpack with. The closer I get the less I wanted to reply to your messages. For months now you were just a voice, a blurred image.
1:40 I got off then went straight to the restroom, my eyelids looked terrible, I did not pull of that rocker bob head girl, oh well. Then I lift my head up and there you were, arms out looking straight at me. White shirt, black backpack, black hat, my brain automatically picked up. And then I could not remember my first impression of you clearly anymore. Sitting in the dark staircase, head turned away, the most disheveled flip flops. Not quite fit but not fat either. Dazzling face but Troubled, unwilling to make conversations. So I blurted out some unimportant things. You pulled me close and we hugged tightly, I remember you telling me that you would pull me up and swing me around but oh well. Then you told me how awfully heavy my makeup looked and I told you I’ll remove it the second I got the chance.
I couldn’t wait to hold your hand.
Of many things about this summer, what surprises me the most is the way my brain categorises memories. After learning that I’ve got a boyfriend, my dad seemed oddly affectionate towards me and my sister, always hugging and always reminding us that our family is a Tribe, never separated. One morning he came into the living room and said, shyly of course, why is it that we could easily exclaim love for somebody outside but never said that we loved him. Even now, back in Taiwan I think about this quite often, sometimes even guilty for finding happiness from somebody else not family. Was it the thought that we no longer depended on them as much anymore or was it because he thought it was foolish of us to waste love around?
Memories of my childhood comes in fragments, mom in front of the computer, dad driving the car, mom taking me clothes shopping, dad coming home every night checking on my video, us together eating dinner. Last summer at the airport entrance gate, we hugged goodbye, dad suddenly pulled me in and touched his lips to my forehead, it was no kiss but merely a brush of lips, a gentleman. Every men on earth was pure evil except daddy, according to him he was the role model and the last gentleman standing.