1237- feels different, yet the same.


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Do what is right and be happy about it!


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我忘记了;
其实我还有你;
是你让我记得我还会痛苦流泪;
悲伤失落寂寞;
一切的一切;
如果没有你其实都很无谓;
就算我在笑着;
在快乐着;
很无所谓;
都无所谓;
是你;
让事情变得有所谓。

i will try;
even the slightest chance;
how ever less it is;
0.0000001% of it;
i still wont give up;
not because i can;
but because i want to;
and all im asking;
is one more chance……..

一连看了两部土耳其电影;
“在人生的另一边” & “泡泡公寓四人行”;
非常好的剧本;
亲情;友情;爱情;
让我为之动容和想起了“Crash” &“Babel”;
人的渺小真的是不可言喻;
但是这个世界还是充满战争;怨恨;愤怒;
愚昧无知;
自己又能做些什么呢?
就只能哭吧,我想。
把泪都流干后会是怎样的一个感觉?
我不知道;
因为我还想哭。

no sight;
no sound;
gravity;
all it takes is gravity;
if you open your mouth;
will gravity pull that 3 words out of your month?
你回来24小时后才收到你的短讯;
connection的问题,你说;
通讯科技再发达也免不了一些小小的瑕疵,我想;
吃着午餐;
如常, 我话不多;
你也没有特别提起你这些日子来做了什么;
我不开心, 你看得出来, 但也没说什么;
真的已经习惯了;
和你其实就是这个样子;
不必多话却又喜欢在一起无聊地闲着;
我只是想说;
只要在一起就好;
然而这些日子里一直想要说的话;
都不怎么重要了。
you’ve given up that life;
and hope for something better;
you’re going round in circle;
back to where you used to be;
it’s a big world out there;
i just hope you will take good care of yourself.
am i suppose to be thrill with that remark?
Don’t they love you in mysterious ways
You say yeah but this is now and that was then
Put a dollar into the machine and you’ll remember when
I know when everything feels wrong
I’ve got some hard, hard proof in this song
I’ll know when everything feels right
Some lucky night
Some lucky night
Say the money just ain’t what it used to be
Man how we used to tear apart this town
Put a dollar into the machine and you’ll remember how
I know when everything feels wrong
I’ve got some hard, hard proof in this song
I’ll know when everything feels right
Some lucky night
Some lucky night
— Post War by M Ward.
you never done this before right?
no.
it’s my 34th time.
i dont know if ill be any good at it.
nobody is good at the first time.
im scare.
dont you trust me?
i didt know that my overly-convenient-easily-accessible friendship has caused you so much pain;
i didnt mean to burden you;
or give you any trouble;
i thought im just a silent little piece of rock;
giving you a little weight;
without occupying much of your time;
without affecting much of your life;
really, i really wish to only be:
Your silent little piece of rock.
excerpt from a movie: “It’ll be hard to build your happiness upon the unhappiness of somebody else. Some people could. But not people with your burden of conscious, not this way. You’re too good.”
This is a story about 3 months that went missing, a girl and a boy who have fallen very deeply with each other, yet they ignore the feelings.
“write to me sometimes”, he said but she never did because she is only fond of him, she doesn’t love him.
This is not just a matter of living anymore, things had happened, really happened. In a blink of an eye, feeling left unsaid, wound left untouched. With the slightest of appearance, he felt his heart has skipped a beat.
“you don’t have much faith in me, do you?” the boy wondered.
“why do you say that?”
“because you never want to tell me anything.”
“I have faith in you, I just don’t have faith in myself.”
you cant even figure it out;
you think you’re so important;
i wasnt even waiting for a coffee;
there must be a reason;
guess you will never know why.
we can never reach to an agreeement;
that we cant live without one another;
concrete stubborness strikes in;
spare me a minute to listen;
will you?
you have to realise;
at the end of the day;
i can always say “NO”.