ALICE S. YANG

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Realization

I guess it’s true. Some people are in your life to teach you a lesson and leave. Not until recently I figured I have too many people in my life who always ask me for favor but when I need them, they are just no where to be found. I need to cut them loose. Save my precious time to those who really care about me.  “To treat everyone equally is offensive, because it fails to recognize anyone as an individual.
” – Jarod Kintz. It’s indeed offensive.

 

Life is too short to waste time with people who suck your happiness away. I was care too much about how other people feel, mostly who don’t give a shit about me. Most people are like that, they tend to care more about people who treat them badly. It took a short time for me to realize it, yet a relatively long time to really take actions about it.

 

I am kind of person who recovers really fast, forget about unhappy things fast. I always fell for stupid lies or excuses twice even more times repeatedly There is no way I pretend to be friend with them and not care. So I think what I need to do is cut them out of my life completely. There is nothing to lose.

 

Take that as one step closer to mature version of me.

Very first blog

写给ys~~
那个时代的哨声是 掺杂着如雨的汗水和稳健有力的呼吸声的,耳边声声清晰地回响着篮球与地面相碰撞时弹性而有张力的声音,犹如在心坎敲击,不觉热血沸腾心潮澎湃.恍惚中似乎回到了从前;回到了双手捧着篮球默念教练的教诲是的神圣;回到了在坚定中寻找每一个动作的真谛时的诚心;回到了不断重复着信念站在篮下不断凝聚着意志望着篮框时的战火;回到了分秒苛求着自己恨不得一日炼成完美的球技时的轻狂.那个时代狂叫着”天老大,地老二,老子老三!”飙着车飞速地在大街小巷里穿梭,过往中留下一阵让人惊心的疾风,却不费心忧虑行人会对眼前这个疯子抛出如何的聒噪言语.那个时代盛气凌人;那个时代行为乖张;那个时代风里来雨里去;那个时代精灵古怪;那个时代馊主意不穷…这刻悸动的心,不安跳动,似忆起和篮球合谱的奏鸣曲,随着它的一起一伏,一收一缩,随着它悲喜怒悦,酸甜苦涩.那个时代生命只为篮球的平滑曲线运转,磨合中倾注了自己的一切.
印象中的天总是粉亮的蓝色,阳光鲜艳的普照着,在透明洁净的玻璃上留下色彩纯涩如虹.生活简单的透明,上课赖在桌子上一边睡觉一边流口水满地,下课天南地北互侃互讽.那个时代只要能够仰望就会觉得幸福.
就这样几年中往复上演,智者总言单调.然而未体味到那日时光单调中所蕴涵的真实情感.现如今已千金无求.

我其实并不喜欢篮球,这篇文是看着米兰德比盯着pippo帅气的脸追着不再只是黑白相间的足球满电视乱晃时写的.心情也只是看球时的心情.但我想不管怎样,热爱着一件事物时的心情都是相同的吧.
那个时代…
p.s:一直以来承蒙你的照顾,谢谢了!喜欢的东西抓住就好,放不得手,也就不用流泪.
有空时望望天空,就算是帮我一个忙.天上有柔软的白云和透明的蓝,希望这些不会再变.
很感谢这样的天空,很漂亮,那样的蓝色.灌满我的眼.
Akira  ^-^

上课时候同桌突然递给我两张纸上面写着以上这些,我马上看了.看后的感觉或许已经超出了用语言可以形容的范围.我和她同桌并不久,她却能将我看的那么透.我自己都不愿承认我对篮球放了手.文中的那个时代真的好像当年的我,眼前仿佛又出现了那个画面,那个不顾世俗的我…真的好怀念.
收到纸条莫明的感动,不知道同桌为什么说承蒙我的照顾.但很感谢她的文字,又让我有了过去的冲动.是的为了学习,为了爱情,迫于家长,我真的放弃了篮球,只是自己一味的逃避放弃的字眼.偶尔会投几个.但那已不再是当年的热爱了.
我不了现在的自己为什么做事会有那么多顾虑.为什么会犹豫不前…我恨现在的自己.活在别人的影子里.要去考虑别人对我的看法.但我找不回过去的自己了…
今后我会经常看天的,但不仅是帮你一个忙,也为了我自己…

其实很喜欢你写的这个东西,真的很感谢.虽然我今天什么也没有对你说.
天空真的很蓝,我记得我说过内蒙的天空比这里更美.但是你说这里已经够了对你来说.现在我懂了…
篮球对我来说也已经够了…
天还是那样的纯粹,永远不会变…
我也不会的,Akira!

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