我喜欢下雨天
听一听旧唱片
我也喜欢在晴天逛一逛台北书店
我喜欢每年生日收到你寄的卡片
在寂寞的时候读一读从前的信件
快乐就在身边
等你去发现
人活着多年
就要快乐多年
生命的每一天
用欢笑充电
好让每个小小心愿快快的实现
我喜欢在早晨读一点点诗篇
我也喜欢在午后
尝一尝港式甜点
我喜欢上网聊聊天打发一点时间
喜欢一个人看电影
流着泪没人发现
我喜欢了解别人透过玩心理测验
喜欢迪士尼乐园
偶尔出国探探险
我喜欢逗你笑
努力疯狂的装鬼脸
爱看着你在我怀里睡得香甜
Don't worry Be happy
我喜欢看夕阳
赤脚漫步海边
我也喜欢听古典
治疗偶尔的失眠
我喜欢每年冬天可以准时的「发片」
喜欢有一点空闲
不必要求赚很多钱
我喜欢用爱关怀
心要让你听见
爱付出后看着别人幸福的脸

- 我喜欢， 邰正宵

When I write a poem, I process experience. I take what's inside me — the raw, chaotic material of feeling or memory — and translate it into words and then shape those words into the rhythmical language we call a poem. This process brings me a kind of wild joy. Before I was powerless and passive in the face of my confusion, but now I am active: the powerful shaper of my experience. I am transforming it into a lucid meaning.”

~ Gregory Orr, from “The Making of Poems,” This I Believe, February 20, 2006

别急著抵达终点 过程才是关键
是那些琐碎细节 才最值得纪念
就让我们慢一点 光阴已经似箭 多危险
就请明天慢一点 每天度日如年 多新鲜 - 慢一点， 林宥嘉

有没有一种孤僻能被允许 - 耳朵， 林宥嘉

"He puts down the pen, folds the sheet of paper, and slips it inside an envelope. He stands up, takes from his trunk a mahogany box, lifts the lid, lets the letter fall inside, open and unaddressed. In the box are hundreds of identical envelopes, open and unaddressed. He thinks that somewhere in the world he will meet a woman who has always been his woman. Every now and again he regrets that destiny has been so stubbornly determined to make him wait with such indelicate tenacity, but with time he has learned to consider the matter with great serenity. Almost every day, for years now, he has taken pen in hand to write to her. He has no names or addresses to put on the envelopes: but he has a life to recount. And to whom, if not to her? He thinks that when they meet it will be wonderful to place the mahogany box full of letters on her lap and say to her, 'I was waiting for you.'

"She will open the box and slowly, when she so desires, read the letters one by one. As she works her way back up the interminable thread of blue ink she will gather up the years-- the days, the moments-- that that man, before he ever met her, had already given to her. Or perhaps more simply, she will overturn the box and astonished at that comical snowstorm of letters, she will smile, saying to that man, 'You are mad.' And she will love him forever."

Alessandro Baricco

The expression on a person's face when they've run to catch a subway or bus but just miss it and the doors close on them.
The expression on their face when they watch puppies play together on the sidewalk.
The expression on their face when they walk out of a public toilet, visibly relieved and bleary eyed.
The expression on a child's face when it is being scolded by an adult.
The expression on a cop's face when someone is explaining to him why they're not wrong.
The expression on a grandparent's face while they watch a grandchild eat ice cream.
The expression on both lovers' faces when they are having a heated argument.
The expression on someone's face while they wait for someone at the airport, then see them emerge through the exit door.
The expression on a man's face when he is listening to his new love explain something.
The expression on a student's face when they suddenly understand a difficult concept for the first time.
The expression on your face while you read this.


(from jonathancarroll.com)

I'll like to add "historical awareness" to my list of desired traits for my future bf.

It's intellectual curiosity + caring abt what's gg on ard oneself.

I'm lacking in these myself though I hope to cultivate them.

History is sexy.

(nvm the fact that the traits are starting to resemble more and more like a particular person I know. It's not intentional I swear.)

沉睡七年的蝉

换来七天的灿烂

- 晚安 地球人，五月天