Lies in Faith

The world operates on a basis of faith. Since we were born, we were to believe in our parents' words for the rights and wrongs. Then in the school, we had to believe in the syllabus that was taught by the teachers. And in the society, purchasing goods, paying for services and almost anything that involves another individual, works on the principle of faith. 

We're born to believe, and to be believed, so what the hell with all the lies and liars that toy with others' faith for own happiness? Just like they never know that in the end their happiness is just another filthy lie that is toying with their own faith.

Life's Biggest Lie

When every single baby on the planet is being loved and treated with a fair and equitable manner regardless of race and religion, it's so sarcastic to know that these cute little beings soon and later would grow up to trap in the torment of racial and religious issues against each other, that were set up and taught by those who once, when they were very small, showed them that their skin colors and the way they pray make no difference between them because they belong to only one race, the human race.

赢尽人心的距离

这一次，仅差那么一寸，就多那么一寸。
他跪了下来，没有血色的表情，场的另一端传来那把不知折磨了他多久的咆哮声，也许昔日在这些时刻仍残留的那丁点儿力量，重生的力量，这次真的死了，完全死了。

心里淌着血，我心中一直凝聚的信念顿时在这一刻完全化灰，看着他们的拥抱，林丹的表情似乎包含了那么一丁点儿的愧疚。也许，他们俩都该庆幸有这般的瑜亮情结，不仅让当今羽坛每隔一时便有如此震撼人心的情景，也得以让林丹为了这么一个一次又一次撼动着自己王国的周瑜，让宗伟为了这么一个永远挡在自己面前作为不可能跨越的障碍的孔明，而彼此不停地自我提升再提升，来迎接每一次当今最巅峰最完美的羽球运动对决。

而尽管每一次王者对决的结局都如撤，尽管李宗伟依然无法得到第一个世界冠军，尽管马来西亚依然无法赢得第一个奥运金牌，他在场上的背影，可是不仅饱含了我们对生活的渴望与希望，还有那鲜少流露出的爱国与团结精神，的最佳结晶体。

今晚，他的心死了，全马人民的心碎了，可是所有人对他的爱与敬佩，却永远活着。

The Legend Never Ends

The only peaceful voice in the dead tranquility before the atrocious storm; the death by exile of walking on the fragile ice; the devilish voice revealing the truth about the corrupted and lies while claiming himself as a liberal to return freedom; the echo of ''Rise'' in the hopeless pit when the fallen knight closes his eyes before taking the leap of faith --- everything comes down to the ultimate word of the theme - Hope.

Christopher lays out his trilogy like a puzzle, where the pieces are scattered all over the hidden corners of the stories, and when you think you've grabbed the final piece that fits perfectly into the picture you imagined, he materializes the contrasting perfection that blows your mind off right away.

Watching it the 2nd time simply allowed my heart to be conquered fully. I think that you're not living in this century if you miss it. To me, it's his best yet, and my best yet, too.

Oh and I'm watching my tears crystallizing on the last piece of the puzzle.

走在钢索上的人

生命与死亡就取决在那一条钢索上。

任何时候，任何地方，我们都在走着，走久了，也就惯了，渐渐遗忘危险，渐渐开始欺骗自己正走在宽阔的大道；开始奢侈地区分性别，种族，宗教，地位，财富，感情；开始狂妄自大地筑起自己谎言的国度，活在自己幻想打造出的安全区域.....

却大意地忘了，到头来，我们仅仅是走在钢索上的人，没有区分，没有国度，没有安全。

当附近的人在过了不知多久后突然踩空，瞬间消失在眼前时，我们才会被那脚底震动不已的钢索给惊醒，被警惕的心才会当下醒觉。别虚度每踏出的一步，要珍惜那不知何时终结的路程。

不久以后，警告将再次被遗忘，我们将再次投入谎言的怀抱。

青春睡醒了

“你几level料？哇佬我昨天升我的小号升到西北辛苦叻！对料，你结婚料吗？我开料两个帐号，一个用来结婚的，哈哈，geng叻！”

搭LRT回家时无意间听到的这番对话，眼看着稚气未脱的他们身上的那些白衣青裤，我会心一笑，曾几何时，自己与他们完全没两样，穿着背着知识，嘴里脑子里的却尽是虚拟世界里的打怪做任务进家族帮会升级装备开宝箱，等等，等等有的没的。

步出车厢，外边正下着绵绵细雨，往日穿着校服的青涩回忆被勾起，身旁行色匆匆穿着蓝白青校服的男孩女孩，霎时陌生得如此熟悉，那些久违的脸庞又再次浮现于脑海，如此清晰...不，是清晰得就在眼前！对，万没想到当时即迎头碰上了其中几张脸庞，尽管仅得寒暄几句，但缘分筑成的重逢完完全全唤醒我沉睡已久的青春。

走过了长短高低的五脚基，拜访了为他日胜地的书店，缩腹越过了马路中那长长的栏杆间的缝隙，目睹了那依然塞满休息时间忙着买食物充饥的学生的711，走过了依然辛勤工作的老板的手表店。转弯处，映入眼帘满是熟悉的身影，在挤满比马路还要塞的课室外楼梯间，不耐烦地排队在排长龙的炸鸡档口前，避雨在对边空旷的店屋屋檐下。

笑着，我经过，漫步在那个画面里，再头也不回地直走到那间最贴近我心的餐厅。一切未变，依然如此地温暖，其间店员姐姐还认出了我，我以腼腆的笑回应她的贴心，再坐到那蓝光闪耀的桌子前。

拍下这杯兑换的红茶的那一杀那，我心里溢满的感恩缅怀之情倾泻而出，淌在这依然守护着我青少年华的小镇土地上。

大树底下的晚餐

曾经这么想过，人生就像是大树底下的晚餐。

有的人享用奢华丰盛的山珍海味；有的人仅付得起咸鱼白菜清茶淡饭。
有的人吃厌了，欲偷鸡摸狗换口味却终不得已；有的人冷眼面对嘲笑，坦荡荡享受与家人好友平凡中的不平凡；有的人甚至吃到一半，便鬼鬼祟祟贼头贼脑地抛下所有离席走人。

然，每个人都会碰到乌鸦在大树枝头呀呀大叫的时刻。
有的人坦然面对，大不了换盘新的再嚼过；有的人焦虑恐惧，逃到天涯海角却仍劫运难逃。
遭殃了，有的人沉住气忍着臭味与目光，成功换盘再大快朵颐；有的人失控翻桌怨天怨地，自个儿打破饭碗后一蹶不振。

其实，乌鸦的叫声无时无刻不萦绕在耳边，要掉下来的鸟粪终究会掉，只不过我们何必为了无可预测无可避免的屎，而丧失胃口去好好享受那只得一次的晚餐？

人生，岂不是大树底下的晚餐？