someone asked me if i wear glasses or were they just accessories... lol..
i only have one pair... i wonder where he got the idea that i wear glasses to look nice..
hmm.. time to change a pair... it's been one year plus... i think my degree has gone up.. if only my intelligence will go up with it..
enter at your own risk.. i will not entertain.. u may think that it is mundane or that it is too unbelievable to be true.. so wat?
Sunday, February 27, 2011
小小-容祖儿
作曲:周杰伦 作词:方文山 编曲:林迈可
回忆像个说书的人
用充满乡音的口吻
跳过水坑 绕过小村
等相遇的缘分
你用泥巴捏一座城
说将来要娶我进门
转多少身 过几次门
虚掷青春
小小的誓言 还不稳
小小的泪水 还在撑
稚嫩的唇 在说离分
我的心里从此住了一个人
曾经模样小小的我们
那年你搬小小的板凳
为戏入迷我也一路跟
我在找那个故事里的人
你是不能缺少的部份
你在树下小小的打盹
小小的我 傻傻等
回忆像个说书的人
用充满乡音的口吻
跳过水坑 绕过小村
等相遇的缘分
你用泥巴捏一座城
说将来要娶我进门
转多少身 过几次门
虚掷青春
小小的感动 雨纷纷
小小的彆扭 惹人疼
小小的人 还不会吻
我的心里从此住了一个人
曾经模样小小的我们
那年你搬小小的板凳
为戏入迷我也一路跟
我在找那个故事里的人
你是不能缺少的部份
你在树下小小的打盹
小小的我 傻傻等
我的心里从此住了一个人
曾经模样小小的我们
当初学人说爱念剧本
缺牙的你发音却不准
我在找那个故事里的人
你是不能缺少的部份
小小的手牵小小的人
守着小小的永恒
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Life by Sarojini Naidu
CHILDREN, ye have not lived, to you it seems
Life is a lovely stalactite of dreams,
Or carnival of careless joys that leap
About your hearts like billows on the deep
In flames of amber and of amethyst.
Children, ye have not lived, ye but exist
Till some resistless hour shall rise and move
Your hearts to wake and hunger after love,
And thirst with passionate longing for the things
That burn your brows with blood-red sufferings.
Till ye have battled with great grief and fears,
And borne the conflict of dream-shattering years,
Wounded with fierce desire and worn with strife,
Children, ye have not lived: for this is life.
CHILDREN, ye have not lived, to you it seems
Life is a lovely stalactite of dreams,
Or carnival of careless joys that leap
About your hearts like billows on the deep
In flames of amber and of amethyst.
Children, ye have not lived, ye but exist
Till some resistless hour shall rise and move
Your hearts to wake and hunger after love,
And thirst with passionate longing for the things
That burn your brows with blood-red sufferings.
Till ye have battled with great grief and fears,
And borne the conflict of dream-shattering years,
Wounded with fierce desire and worn with strife,
Children, ye have not lived: for this is life.
Sunday, February 20, 2011
everyone seems to be moving along with their lives..
am i moving forward? or am i stagnant?
sometimes i feel like i have not moved a single step..
but if i hadn't, why do i feel that i've changed? or have i?
perceptions..
but one thing's definite.. the environment has.. now's the qn of how well i fit into this one..
am i moving forward? or am i stagnant?
sometimes i feel like i have not moved a single step..
but if i hadn't, why do i feel that i've changed? or have i?
perceptions..
but one thing's definite.. the environment has.. now's the qn of how well i fit into this one..