拒馬˙磨坊賺美金˙威呀心杯杯

零下十度。我盤腿坐在看不見盡頭也沒有起點的白。抬頭仰望著星光點點的墨藍夜空，等待著天際線的任一角落再次吐出有如綠焰的火舌。在他悄然消失之前，用我蹩腳的相機和借來的腳架，捕捉那一抹只有一瞬間的霓紅綠。

      補完習去搭捷運的路上，新光三越前面的那個地下街入口，還在階梯上就老遠聽到下面傳來喲吆喝聲，響亮的、有活力的童音。走近一看，是個約莫九歲大的小男孩，抱著一盒Airwaves不斷鞠躬，"先生小姐 買口香糖好不好?"

北極熊不住在北極

貓空上面沒有貓

i was bored in class and decided that i'd rummage through my coat pocket. To my surprise, i found a Cashbox Coupon from back in December when we finally did our little karaoke field trip. It was instant nostalgia. Staring at the already expired coupon, I decided that I would further torment myself in listing all the things I miss back home: I miss my family and my friends, miss being able to go out and have fun with people who actually cares and knows you, miss my queen-size bed, miss my little pillow which had been worn down to literally a thin sheet of cloth through the years and decades that it has kept me company especially in nights when I suffered from childish, but nonetheless freaky, nightmares, I miss my guitar and my violin, miss the coolness of the marbles in my living room, miss being able to mindlessly flick through all one hundred and twenty something channels on cable and watch all the crap on TV till I pass out on the couch, miss being able to go downstairs for a slurpee or a popsicle and buy a pack of my favorite junk food for one sixth of what I would be charged here for a bag of chips, I miss the sun and the rain, and people who actually use umbrellas and sunglasses, I miss home-cooking, miss street/night market food, miss the sound of my mom's slippers down the hall, miss being able to text you or call you up without worrying 'bout going bankrupt, and being able to see you in the next 5 min. after our conversation should we choose to.

好像作夢一樣，上了西北，我的第一也是唯一的志願。

哥本哈根倫敦巴黎還是柏林

電話那頭你的聲音

今天遇到張晃銘，跟他問起杜佳燕，他說他覺得這批出國的同學都應該留在國外發展，然後忽然就講了一句完全跟我們討論的內容牛頭不對馬尾、一點關係也沒有但卻直擊我心坎的話。

    「我們不會一直坐在板凳上的」他說，「總會輪到我們上場打擊的」(你知道系辦外面有兩張長板凳？)我不知道他是因為大學念六年而有感而發，還是純粹想搞笑，但我卻像被點了穴一樣愣了一下，覺得他其實是在說給我聽，哈哈我知道我想太多，但是謝謝你張晃銘。