Posted By tagaxilo on 2011-07-06
很久没更新，没时间，也没精力。已经工作一年，有些事情开始纠结我，工作上和生活上，总有些东西让你让你心烦，也有些事情让你放不下心，有的时候要告诉自己，船到桥头自然直，但是还是会纠结，会钻牛角尖。家里的事也一样。有的时候一直在想，我是作为自己单独的一个个体在思考，还是被各种人影响之后成为了别人的脑子。一些事情想要自己决定，但是总是有人要来给我决定，做的没错但是不想要别人太多的干预，自己想做自己的事情，太多的鞭策让人觉得已经不是自己。
Posted By tagaxilo on 2010-08-01
黑暗的路途，总是看见有光，那条唯一的路更是看不清楚，好多荧光，她只有原地等待，突然发现房子在眼前晃了一下，不知道是幻觉还是什么，让她突然觉得不知所措，前进觉得步伐不对，原地等觉得有点傻，又开始害怕了。。。
Posted By tagaxilo on 2010-07-17
人和人之间的区别如此之大，本以为自己能够忍受，但是，时不时的还是会燃起一些小小的不平。其实自己最讨厌的就是逃避问题，逃避现实，逃避。这种事情我实在是觉得很难忍受，因为问题放在那里是不会自己消失的，逃避不能改变任何的东西，有的时候坦然面对可能是更好的选择。
另：《入殓师》果然是部很好的影片～
Posted By tagaxilo on 2010-06-04
自己的时间过长，她在路上开始思考，始终不明白的就是自己为什么要走这条不知道终点在哪里的路，突然之间，她站住了，望着前面的房子，大声问：“这是通往你的路吗？”风吹过，什么都没有，“我能走吗？”依然没有回应，她觉得自己很无聊，为什么要继续走，一切在一瞬间变得没有意义，她想离开这条看不见的路，就在迈出第一支脚的时候，心里突然有种感觉，她自己也说不清那是什么，但是这让她停住了，看着另一只还在路上的脚，不知如何是好，最后她退回到路上，原地蹲着不动了。
Posted By tagaxilo on 2010-05-28
她一直都看的见，那栋房子，一直都在那里，一直都看得见。朝着那个方向走，走的小心翼翼，因为路是透明的，只有路旁依稀的花草隐隐约约的印出路的位置。路途遥远，不过她早已想到了，也习惯了这种海市蜃楼般的幻像，其实不曾想到自己能走到房子面前，只是现在面前就这么一条路，就先走着看。
不知道前面的路还有多长，越走越茫然，有时候她觉得自己知道路，但是有时候又觉得很茫然，根本不知道自己这么走着一条自己都不确定的路，有什么意义。她想要走过去。第一次，她又这种感觉，应该过去，但是她害怕，害怕自己不停的走，但是这条路彻底没有尽头，也许这只是一条不知道通往何处的路，而她永远不知道后面的是什么。
Posted By tagaxilo on 2010-04-14
烦躁，一早起来电脑就在扯，MSN也跟着扯，QQ不想用了，最近心烦，又开始不想和人说话了，昨天开始拧着了，拧到脑袋了，什么毛病，不就是看了篇日志么，拧个什么拧。今天画了补间，每画完一节就要起来动一下，一抬头，就觉得头要掉了，脖子就像没有神经核肌肉，拉不住这颗沉重的脑袋。听歌，不知道听什么，以前的已经停到想吐了，新的不知道听什么，不听又觉得少了些什么，浑身不自在，听电影，电影台词和歌词都纠结在一起了。3天之内花了1000多，不能这样了。最近经常和自己不想出去的人出去，自己都不知道为什么要和她出去，烦。最近又有了个破习惯，看QQ群，看着那个群，产生幻觉，觉得自己好像可以参与其中，但事实是越看越觉得自己完全是局外人，那就不要再看了，脑子一片混乱，语无伦次，精神不集中，要做的事，电脑都不配合，不想这样，但是不知道要怎么办，又开始想退回去，啊。。。我什么时候才能停一停，停止脑子里乱七八糟的思维，让我喘口气。。。诸事不宜。。。诸事不宜。。。我要看会儿书。。。安安静静的看会儿书，让自己正常点，但是现在这种时候又怎么能休息，那么多的事情要做。。。想要回到那个拼命的时候，把该做的东西一样一样的做完，我不想拖，把那些欠着的东西做完，然后脱离那群人，我不适合和那些人在一起玩猜谜，我要找很多的事让自己做，不停的做，这样才能保持自我，才没有时间去乱想，才能冷静的处理所有。。。
Posted By tagaxilo on 2010-03-10
Peter:I don’t think I can face this.
J:Of course you can!We’re here to support Finlay!Beside,you can’t stay at home every night,pining for someone you’ve never ever met!Thank you.
P:I thought this whole dead animal thing was 10 years ago.
J:In formaldehyde,yes.But Finlay says this stuff isn’t preserved.It rots right in front of your eyes.
P:Nice!Where’s Fin anyway?Say our hellos before I turn vegan.
Finlay:Hello?Hello.I’m Finlay Mcmillan and I would like to welcome all of you to Unicorn&Gallagher’s LIFE IS DEATH exhibit.
T:Freedom,get me a glass of champapne.My throat’s parched.
Freedom 
o I look like a slave?
Fl:Before I introduce the artist himself,Talullah Wentworth has very kindly agree to read one of her poems. Talullah Wentworth!
P:God help us!
J:I think it’s sweet.Talullah wanting to be Sylvia Plath.
P:Well,she should fast forward and find a oven.
T:Thank you ,Finlay.And thank you Unicorn for this truly moving exhibit!I’d like to dedicate this poem to Finlay’s lover and my best friend,Troy Johnson,who’s birthday it’s today!Troy would have loved to come tonight,but thanks to the conspiracy of silence between the Catholic Church and The Tories in the face of Aids,he can’t.Because he’s dead.
P:I’m not drunk enough for this.
J:Neither is Finlay.
T:MEAT. BIG BLACK DICK IN NICE SOFT CHICK。I NEVER KNEW THE THRILL I’D FEEL,KNOWING HOW YOU HAD TO STEAL. YOU DANGLED YOUE WORM,I TOOK THE BAIT.THE FISH IS CAUGHT,IT’S ONLY FATE.DIE DIE DIE WHITE IMPERIALIST PIGS. ARISTOCRACY IS PALE AND WEAK. YOU CAN’T KILL MY LOVE . HE IS BLACK . HE IS MEAT.
F:Jacks!What are you doing here?
J:I just came back to make sure you’re Ok.
F:I’m fine.Sure.
J:Yeah?
F:Yeah!Absolutely.I just hate this day,you know?10 years.How can I still miss him so much?
J:Beause you are an amazing hunman being.And beause he was an amazing human being.
F:And beacuse I’m a silly old queen.
J:That too.
F:Thanks, Jacks.
J:For what?
F:For always remembering.And for being there for me.For all of us.
J:I’m a superficial assistent at a major fashon magazine.You’ll ruin my reputation.Come on .I’ll give you a ride home.Besides,I need you help with Peter.He’s fallen madly in love.
F:Yeah?With who?
J:I don’t know.Neither dose he.
F:Right!
Peter:Speaking of boyfriends,how’s what’s his name?
T:You mean Freedom?
P:Freedom.What kind of name is Freedom?Jamaican,darling.
J:Why didn’t he come to brunch?
T:We had a row about his car.I told him I don’t genrally get into vehicles that cost less than my handbag.And he accused me of being a spoiled bitch who’s only in love with his skin color.Which is surprisingly insightful for someone who’s stoned 24 hours a day.Oh,and the creep keeps calling.
P:What creep?
T:From the phone company.His name’s Tony.He calls me 5 times a day bagged me to go out with him.Apparentaly my voice haunts him.
P:You have an obscene caller from British Telecom?
J:I told her she should report him to the police.
T:I would,but he promised me free braodband.What’s braodband?
F:Hi,guys,sorry I’m late.
J:Hi,Fin.How are you?
T:Hello darling.
F:Hi ,just a cuppuccino please.So, I made a few calls and I’m pretty certain It’s who I thought.
J:Are you serious?
F:Well,he was definitely at the Chancery Hotel last Monday.
J:Oh,my God.
T:What are we talking about?
J:Finlay’s figured out who Peter fell in love with last week.
F:He was at the Chancery Hotel ,Monday morning,seeing a clinet!
T:Who was?
F avid Williams.
P:You know the guy I bump into?
F:I know David!
T:I love biblical names.I used to have a cat named David.King David!
J:What’s he like?
T:He’s dead,fell out of a tree.
F:He’s head of Sotheby’s Contemporary Art Department.He’s smart ,charming ,kind.Attractive ,as you know.All the rich ladies have crushes on him!During his auctions,they all try and outbid each other just to impress him!
T:I bet my mother is one of those rich old women.
J:Is he gay?
F:He’s gay!
T:So was my cat.
F:Actually,I can’t believe I haven’t tried to fix you up ages ago.He’s perfect for you!And he ws very intrigued by waht I told him.
P:What you told him?What did you tell him?
F:Nothing.OK,evrything.
P:Oh God!
F:But he was really flattered.
P:There’s no way I can meet him now.
J:What?Why not?
P:Because it’s too set up!There’s no way he’ll be into me knowing I’m so into him.
F avid’s not like that!Trust me!
T:I have to agree with Peter.I think accidental meets are much better.Take me and Freedom.We met in a lauderette.
J:After I told you he was going to be there!
T:Which isn’t to say accidents can’t be planned.
