November 29, 2010

喔。

所謂的長大不過就是傷人或被傷都不用放在心上。
 
 
太多人張揚著所謂我愛妳的話語。
那麼簡單就能說出口的,是要我怎麼相信。
 
 
我喜歡他說我是一個可愛。
 
 
那天我拎著我的大行李箱爬了6層的樓梯。
其實不過就3樓而已,只是我拎著它下樓,又拎著它上去,突然遺忘我是要留下還是離去。
跟著我的手臂連痛了2天。
 
 
自以為溫柔的溫柔才是最殘忍。
 
 
對於那些日益漸增的失望我感到疲憊。
但是我沒有辦法說明,開了口或許只會更加深那些反感而已。
 
 
我們都期待能夠自體而生一種抗體,什麼都能無藥而癒。
 
 
只有疼痛能夠提醒我還活著。
 
 
那天我冷眼看著他們的墮落,炫燈電音煙酒;每個人都在大笑,用一種快要哭了的表情。手一攀他就這麼纏了上來對著我傻笑,過紅的臉靠得太近,還以為要吐了,誰知道下一秒我也跟著沾上酒氣,在他的吻裡。
然後我忍不住就吐了。
 
 
都要忘了終究還是個麻煩。
 
 
「因為我很重視妳。」我其實每次聽都感到一陣厭惡。
 
 
一直都在假裝沒有發現那些你們的軟弱不安劣根性和愚昧。
 
 
塗好指甲油的甲尖總會在十分鐘內斑駁。
 
 
結果賭氣地刪掉了那些連結和msn。
 
 
我喜歡她的文字一直都殘忍得很溫暖。
 
 
那個iPhone不過就像台電腦、每個人家裡不都有台電腦的說法,一瞬間就把我說服了。
 
 
不喜歡比喜歡更難脫口。
 
 
You make me sick.
 
 
台灣哪裡有非盲人又可以指名要帥哥的按摩店?她說大陸那邊只要人民幣50元。
 
 
「找天一起去曼谷。」我記得去年你也是這麼說的。
 
 
我害怕哭了妝會花;花了眼線會糊掉,然後流下兩行黑色的淚水。
但我忘了我今天沒有化妝。
 
 
沒有時間陪你玩遊戲。
 
 
她打來問你的電話號碼,我只花不消1秒鐘就背出一串0937;msn、ptt id、facebook和無名…那些以為早就清得一乾二淨的東西其實都還好好地留在腦子裡。
 
 
分不清楚究竟是逐漸開始淡忘你的臉還是從來就沒有好好記得。
 
 
多麼想對她說生日快樂。
 
 
我真的不是故意的。
 
 
所以你希望我怎麼做?哪來那麼多時間可以浪費。
 
 
結果還是沒有吃到草莓慕斯蛋糕。
 
 
睜眼說瞎話這件事我做得越來越好。
 
 
你用一種討好的表情說著對不起,你說下次不會再犯了;愛可以原諒一切的不得已,我說,「bullshit。」
 
 
你不知道我其實非常厭惡你摸我的臉;正確來說,應該是厭惡你摸我臉時的表情。
那總是讓我覺得自己非常地愚蠢並且廉價。
 
 
妳又不是我。
 
 
每天都要提醒自己要呼吸。
 
 
那天我坐在窗邊看著公車開門關門開門關門,你討拍撒嬌的話語在電話的那頭嚷嚷著響起,恍惚著聲響在一瞬間被抽離,周遭變成黑白色的片段,像記憶裡他丟下我在鞦韆上想躲起來捉弄我時的背影,安靜得連風都沒有聲音,就只剩下我而已。
 
這世界黑白比彩色的真實多了。
 
 
我不需要任何形式的憐憫。包括喜歡。
 
 
一切都將與我無關。

August 03, 2010

The Things That Tango Teaches Me

We learned the application of woman sacadas, ganchos and calesitas(?) yesterday.


It's has been for a long time that I didn't dance or join the calsses.
I found that I can't trust anyone; I can't give, I can't move smoothly, and I can't wind it around.

Some says that tango is the dance with soul; I guess the things that I can't make is some kind of resistance of my heart.

"You're brave to give even though you always get hurt."
I remember she wrote it in the birthday card for me everytime I feel bad.

I'm always brave, being not afraid of giving or geting hurt, and being strong in my life.
But I have to admit that it is not as true as what I pretend.

I let every terrible things happened on me out of my brain but still keep them in my mind.
I keep everything in my mind, everything bad, everything hurtful and painful; and it reflects on the way I dance.
I can pretend I don't care about it, acting like everything is alright.
But it does shows clearly as I start to dance with music.

I can't give myself to the leader, I can't feel and I can't trust the one I follow.

"Will I fall?"
"What does he want me to do?"
"How should I behave?"

I dance with my brain, without my heart and feeling, tring to find the answer of every questions.

I can't take it easy.

I found what I lose and what I don't have now in this class.
And I told her, on the way to the milonga."that is what tango tells me."

"It's great." she smiled. "You'll be fine."

She describes tango as a way to cure.
You have to understand and to show all the cuts on you first.
Then you'll know and find the way to let go.

"If you overcome and learn how to belive in tango, you'll be stronger."

I'll try, and I know I'll be fine and will be better than before; that is what tango teaches me.
So great that I can learn and I can dance.