Miko Says ...

BlogBus个人传媒早班车，这文案写的深得我心，曾经Copywriter也是憧憬的职业，如果能再选择，怎么也不会学倒霉的英语。不说这个，在繁忙的上班空档，我见缝插针地浏览校内，这不是一个好地方，充满了色情与暴力。我不爱主动联系别人，这是习惯，也跟大学这四年消极的状态有关，我说自己不在乎，反正道不同不相为谋，但想起这十年的点滴还是会怀念，二十几年的生活中有一半充满了和他们的记忆，无论开心与否。上次聚会的醉话有真有假，有装傻有真傻，我，失去了太多。贴几张照片，均没有我，果然错过太多。

好像除了这两个比较自恋，还有两位也隐身。我家毛毛依然潇洒，那俩俨然大叔了。再过个十年，聚会就要带小孩儿了吧。那天在校内幼稚地发表了意见，果然WJ神经兮兮的QQ发消息，我说没想到你会是咱这几个里最早定下来的，他问为什么，其实我哪儿知道为什么。你看，我们都是双子座，我们都是安定的好孩子！

      很久很久很久没有如此愤怒，坐在会议室的角落，看着手里的稿子，第一次感到疲惫、绝望。夏未至，仍旧是一个凉。一切都好，只缺烦恼。我以为有一天能够悠哉地说出这话，谁知却在这般情景下无奈的戏谑自己。    

      你说你想离职，我苦劝，说世道艰难，说要坚强勇敢，说不怕别人的非议和嘲笑，现在害怕看到你苍白的脸和无助的眼。你说你无聊需要人陪，尽管一周的崩溃和疲惫，我仍旧强忍笑容陪你吃饭聊天。你说你烧掉照片哭得不像自己，我知道自己的方法无法拯救你一直的孤单，可我无能无力阿。你说生活平淡一切都好，我想熨平你眉头别人都看不到的烦恼。你什么也没说，可我宁愿你抱着我痛苦流泪。你说为什么不好好休息，我知道你心疼我，可我虚伪地不愿多留一分钟给你，只因无法对别人说出一个“不”字。

      周末看《东邪西毒终极版》，终于看懂。伤心难过可以哭倒，如果不想被人拒绝，就要先拒绝别人。我拿得起放得下，因为对自己绝情，还可以拥有灿烂笑容，得以骗倒良民无数。

     多了一个噩梦，每天早晨的魔鬼电话，真让人崩溃，真让人崩溃，真让人崩溃。我说我不爱说话，你们都不信，非逼我每天关机就相信了。装死自有强中手，又让我碰见王中王，但我久经沙场，遇敌无数。

      你看，窗外的夕阳多美。

Love Is a Telephone

Love is a telephone which is always silent when you are hoping for a call, but rings when you are not ready for it. As a result, we often miss the love coming from the other end.

Love is a telephone which is seldom program-controlled or directly dialed. You cannot get an immediate answer with a simple “hello”, let alone go deep into your lover’s heart with one call. Usually it has to be relayed by an operator, and you have to wait patiently.

Love is a telephone that is always busy. When you are ready to dial for love, you only find, to your disappointment, the line is already being used by someone else, and you are greeted only by a busy signal.

Love is a telephone, but it is difficult to know when to dial. You will miss the opportunity if your call is either too early or too late.

Love is a telephone. When you use it for the first time, you’re so nervous and excited that you either hold the receiver upside down or dial the wrong number. By the time you’ve calmed down, you will be able to dial the person you have been wanting to call all along.