Existence

I recognize people well,
however, people hardly recognize me as I do.

Do I have no stronger existence to reveal myself?
Or do I have no special distinguish features to be pointed out?

I wonder,
should I dress like the Brazil samba dancer,
with all the feathers, colorful flower petals, and decorative beads on me?

No, no, no.
I might need to lose some weights and learn how to dance samba first.
What a time-comsuming task to accomplish.

I doubt,
should I dye my hair red or perm it super curly,
with all the amazing factors on my head?

No, no, no.
Even thought it might cause much attention,
I would rather protect my precious long straight hair instead.

I fancy,
should I drop an item a step, like those characters in fairy tales,
with the hope of being discovered in every drop? 

No, no, no.
My over-optimistic expectation might be reduced to ashes.
What a heart-broken attempt to make.

Well, well, well.

I'd rather be myself,
with the most comfortable existence in the world, 
to let you 
feel the truest inner soul in me.

That is what my existence for.

Telepathic Man Story

The accurate time you show up,

the routinely turn you make,

the precise location you stand,

the usual way you move forward. 



It made me wonder,

you were a telepathic man.



... ... ...



Then, one day.

You finally, finally, finally, finally,

used your fabulous telepathy power to read people's mind.



The woman waiting in back line may be a math teacher,

whose mind is stuffed up by algebra and trigonometric function.

The boy staring blankly may not sleep well last night,

whose mind is not formed in concrete.



Regularly, you turn to read the girl who stand in front,

shockingly, whose mind is in a shocking pink.

Frighten as you, back for one step.



... ... ...



Out of the aroused curiosity,

the telepathic man keep watching the pink-mind girl,

who dresses not ravishingly but comfortably,

whose hair is straight and soft but not curled and fluffy.



Therefore,

this telepathic man chose to show up on time,

chose to make every turn the pink-mind girl make,

chose to stand right next to the pink-mind girl wait,

chose to move along with the pink-mind girl.



There is no same destination between them,

however, there may be a further dramatic story unfolds.



Pink-mind girl can not foretell the future,

neither can the telepathic man.

大蒜人生。

人都應該像大蒜一樣堅強。

就算面對鋒利的料理刀，

不用力，黏附在果實外的表皮不會剝落。

再使勁，也傷不了堅硬實在的大蒜心。

(當然過度使力，總會落得兩敗俱傷。)



人都應該像大蒜一樣獨特。

就算多數人避之唯恐不及，

總有人能欣賞你與眾不同的特色，

總能等到知音張開雙臂擁你入懷。



人都應該像大蒜一樣懂得配合。

熟食不搶味，生食不傷胃。



過大蒜人生。

當生蒜大人。



嗯...Yummy (?!)

Life Clip / Greedy Man

How greedy a man could be?



Overwhelming by one pure blessing,

wondering about a closer affinity.



Waiting for one beautiful fantasy,

asking for one proper answering.



How could a man be so greedy?



Dying for one more chance,

trying to accomplish one task.



Driven by own aspirer.

Given to own desire.



Day by day,

time after precious time,



Refusing to drown in own sorrow,

Expecting too much of upcoming tomorrow. 



How greedy a man could be?



There you are.





It is me.

Three Sisters 酒氣沖天開瓶文

同事去澳洲玩了一趟回來

平常都很小氣的他這次居然大轉性

不僅送給女生一人一條護唇膏

連男生也都一人有一個袋鼠"蛋袋"的御守(?!)



今天中午他今天請大家喝酒

(哇!今天太陽是從東邊出來吧?是吧?)











先請專屬model Mocha與瓶身合照

(放在床舖上站不穩的瓶身...)





這是一瓶酒精濃度9%的白葡萄酒

可是一點酒味都沒有唷!

















比"冰火"還好喝

(我覺得冰火還是有一點酒味)

白葡萄的甜味很明顯

像香檳但又有酒精成分在



入口順滑不刺激

吞酒入喉不傷胃



但一定要冰冰的喝才好喝

一旦退冰...酒的苦味很快就上來了















酒的名稱叫做"三姐妹"

(我們家附近有個理髮店就叫做"三姐妹"

不過根據我哥的說法店裡沒有三姐妹出沒

但是卻有十一個歐巴桑隨時為你服務

啊~~我離題了!)





這瓶酒為什麼叫"三姐妹"呢??

原來酒瓶背後還有附註











"三姐妹的傳說"

傳說在很久以前的澳洲大陸藍山上

有三個原著民的姐妹與有神力的神父相依為命

某天神父下山後

傳說中的怪獸出現要殺害三姐妹

神父及時發現

把自己神奇的骨頭(?!)丟向怪獸

同時還把三姐妹變成石頭等待怪獸離去

結果怪獸一氣之下衝向神父

並陷害神父將自己變成鳥

神父從此消失在山洞裡也失去了他那神奇的骨頭

而直至今日

三姐妹還是苦苦在等待神父歸來把她們變回人類





好幾個同事都在找台灣有沒有在賣

屆時找到再請大家喝看看吧~~~



最後哩...我要說...

上班時間果然還是不要喝酒

要不然下午談公事真的會恍神啊~~~



以上就是我難得的開瓶文 ^^