Tonight
Monday, November 23, 2009 @ 2:25 AM
"杯子里装满了水，再多一滴就会流出，不如把它全部倒掉，让杯子和水都有新的经历。也许这次不会流出，一直到永恒？"
唱一夜歌 卻避不開 催淚的曲調
我徹夜胡鬧 希望聽到有人會提到 你好不好
就在这个寂寞的夜晚, 我突然发现自己深深的爱上了他的声音。
深情。 感人。 悲伤。
可以陪我入睡吗?
Love,
M
Talk to me
Friday, November 20, 2009 @ 6:26 PM
"There are no winners and there are no losers; there are only causes and effects."
Just like you said it would be
Life goes easy on me
Most of the time
And so it is
The shorter story
No love, no glory
No hero in her skies
I can't take my eyes off you
I can't take my eyes off you
I can't take my eyes off you
I can't take my eyes off you
I can't take my eyes off you
I can't take my eyes...
And so it is
Just like you said it should be
We'll both forget the breeze
Most of the time
And so it is
The colder water
The blower's daughter
The pupil in denial
I can't take my eyes off you
I can't take my eyes off you
I can't take my eyes off you
I can't take my eyes off you
I can't take my eyes off you
I can't take my eyes...
Did I say that I loathe you?
Did I say that I want to
Leave it all behind?
I can't take my mind off you
I can't take my mind off you...
I can't take my mind off you
I can't take my mind off you
I can't take my mind off you
I can't take my mind...
My mind...my mind...
'Til I find somebody new.
~~~
Let's talk a little,shall we?
I have finally watched Closer.
And dude,you were right,it was fuckin' awesome.
I love it.And I couldn't get the casts & their dialogues off my sadistic mind.
So,I took a bath.
I did a strawberry hair mask.
I shaved.
I scrubbed my entire body.
I played with the rich foams and blew bubbles.
I wanted to write,but I was afraid my notebook might get wet.
So,I wrote a secret message on the mirror instead.
Finally,I held my breath and ducked my head into the water.
I was alive.
I felt so alive to be exact.
Then,my phone rang.
It was S.
He text,"So,have you made up your mind on Love?"
I replied,"Nope."
That was that.Simple.
You know,I can make up my mind like right now if I want to,but I don't.
Ask the few that I have kissed in the dark before,and they will tell you -
I am selfish,
I am arrogant,
I am possessive,
I am obsessive,
I am incredible,
I am lovable,
I am crazy,
Maybe a little sick & twisted,
I am invisible,
I am untouchable,
I am passionate,
I am seductive,
I am everything.
But,I am every thing and nothin' like what they say...
...
....
.....
Hush,he knows what I mean.
Love,
M
Sing-Along
Wednesday, November 18, 2009 @ 12:23 AM
"Bach gave us God's word. Mozart gave us God's laughter. Beethoven gave us God's fire. God gave us Music that we might pray without words."
Madness does not always howl.
Sometimes it is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying,
"Is there room for one more?"
Away.
Away mingling with my latest muse. - The Zen X-Fi2.
Don't know when I'll be back.
Fingers cross.
That's all.Goodbye.
Love,
M
Goosebumps
Saturday, November 7, 2009 @ 1:53 AM
"Life isn't about trying to beat time in growing up, because when you look back, you'll wish you were a child again."
Growing up is never easy.
You hold on to the things that were.
You wonder what's to come.
But that night,I think we knew it was time to let go of what had been,and look ahead to what would be.
Other days.
New days.
Days to come.
The thing is we didn't have to hate each other for getting older.
We just had to forgive ourselves,for growing up.
~~~
And today,I heard the sweetest thing in a long long time...
A small little girl,sayin' to her mother,"Mommy,when I grow up,I wanna be a time traveler,so we can go back to the time when you wouldn't complain about your wrinkles and we will be so happy!"
Sweet.
Awesome ambition.
Love,
M
Rain,Rain.
Thursday, November 5, 2009 @ 6:52 PM
"我听人家说,当你快要看见天堂的时候,撒旦会一直来找你.因为撒旦知道你已经要到上帝那国去了,所以它会拼命的讨好你,试探你...甚至折磨你."
My So-Called Love.
I love Love.
I hate Love.
And after 12 years of love,I still couldn't make up my mind.
Do I love Love,or do I hate Love.
Or,will it continue itself to be a love-hate thingy?
What exactly is 'Love'?
~~~
I brought a new notebook.
Well,actually,he brought it for me.My sixth one this year.
Man,
Can you imagine?
Six notebooks filled with random thoughts & twisted feelings?In 11 months?
I guess Life is after all like a book,
Well,in my case - Notebooks,short stories pen down in notebooks.
Some fiction,some non-fiction,I never really know you know?
~~~
Rainin'.The whole day.
This mornin',as I was walkin',I thought I saw someone that looks like you.
He was holdin' a brown umbrella,and he smells like the brand of cigarettes you used to smoke.
I jus' stood there.
My jeans were soaked,but I didn't care.
I jus' stood there.
I thought it was you.
But turns out,it wasn't you.
Love,
M
Spacer
Tuesday, November 3, 2009 @ 12:52 AM
"Tears are the safety valve of the heart when too much pressure is laid on it."
What would it be?
And would you call it to his face
If you were faced with him
In all his glory
What would you ask
If you had just one question?
Yeah yeah God is great
Yeah yeah God is good
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
What if God was one of us?
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make his way home
If God had a face
What would it look like?
And would you want to see
If seeing meant that you would have to believe
In things like heaven and in Jesus and the saints and all the prophets
And yeah yeah God is great
Yeah yeah God is good
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
What if God was one of us?
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make his way home
Trying to make his way home
Back up to heaven all alone
Nobody callin' on the phone
'cept for the Pope maybe in Rome
Yeah yeah God is great
Yeah yeah God is good
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
What if God was one of us?
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make his way home
Just trying to make his way home
Like a holy rollin' stone
Back up to heaven all alone
Just trying to make his way home
Nobody callin' on the phone
'cept for the Pope maybe in Rome...
~~~
The question is not how,but why.
And you?What would you ask him?
~~~
22:15 bus.
Alone in the crowd.
Creep's playin' on the 'Dope Playlist'.
Got too into it,couldn't snap out of it.
Cried.
Pretended to yawn.
Tears,they tell no lie.
22:30.
Alighted.
Ridiculous.Foolish.Absurd.; Look on my face.
No one understands anymore huh?
Love,
M
Trash
Wednesday, October 28, 2009 @ 12:00 AM
"If you find it hard to laugh at yourself, I would be happy to do it for you." - Groucho Marx
Good news!
Jus' a little note -
I don't take shit.
Never have,never will.
And oh,by the way,I don't need your attitude; I have one of my own.
Love,
M
