nothing could aptly describe. no one can rightly challenge. no soul could seemly defy. welcome to my world. where i make the rules and you stick by them.

About Me

Standing by, All the way. Here to help you through your day. Holding you up, When you are weak, Helping you find what it is you seek. Catching your tears, When you cry. Pulling you through when the tide is high. Absorbing your voice When you talk. Standing by when you learn to walk. Just being there, Through thick and thin, All just to say, you are my friend.

Friday, January 30, 2009

带你心飞你总是腼腆用幽默语言填满我心里的小缺陷灌溉满座花园让我住里面对你我怎么可能心不在焉你总是淘气用微笑双眼照亮我生活每个阴天编织整片屋檐让我躲里面对你我没有抱怨我为你泡的咖啡额外加了甜赶走夜的晕眩我为你准备一整年的喜悦一步一个脚印让幸福实现我喜欢你却又偏偏喜欢我零时差的拥有点燃温柔让孤单解冻小心翼翼享受你害羞逗留我喜欢追你却偏偏喜欢躲无条件的邂逅爱到现在刚好半生熟投递着微妙的感动

最怕空气突然安静最怕朋友突然的关心最怕回忆突然翻滚绞痛着不平息最怕突然听到你的消息想念如果会有声音不愿那是悲伤的哭泣事到如今终於让自已属於我自已只剩眼泪还骗不过自己突然好想你你会在哪里过的快乐或委屈突然好想你突然锋利的回忆突然模糊的眼睛我们像一首最美丽的歌曲变成两部悲伤的电影为什麽你带我走过最难忘的旅行然后留下最痛的纪念品我们那麽甜那麽美那麽相信那麽疯那麽热烈的曾经为何我们还是要奔向各自的幸福和遗憾中老去突然好想你你会在哪里过的快乐或委屈突然好想你突然锋利的回忆突然模糊的眼睛最怕空气突然安静最怕朋友突然的关心最怕回忆突然翻滚绞痛着不平息最怕突然听到你的消息最怕此生已经决定自己过没有你却又突然听到你的消息
爱情是一种怪事我开始全身不受控制爱情是一种本事我开始连自己都不是为你我做了太多的傻事第一件就是为你写诗为你写诗为你静止为你做不可能的事为你我学会弹琴写词为你失去理智为你写诗为你静止为你做不可能的事为你弹奏所有情歌的句子我忘了说最美的是你的名字爱情是一种怪事你的笑容是唯一宗旨爱情是一种本事我在你心里什么位子为你我做了太多的傻事第一件就是为你写诗为你写诗为你静止为你做不可能的事为你我学会弹琴写词为你失去理智为你写诗为你静止为你做不可能的事为你弹奏所有情歌的句子我忘了说最美的是你的名字为你写诗为你静止为你做不可能的事为你我学会弹琴写词为你失去理智为你写诗为你静止为你做不可能的事为你弹奏所有情歌的句子我忘了说最美的是你的名字我什么都能忘记但唯一不忘是你的名字我什么都能忘记但唯一不忘是你的样子我什么都能忘记但唯一不忘是你的名字我什么都能忘记但唯一不忘是你的样子~~

五月天-你不是真正的快乐飞叶在线放飞心情人群中哭着你只想变成透明的颜色你再也不会梦或痛或心动了你已经决定了你已经决定了你静静忍着紧紧把昨天在拳心握着而回忆越是甜就是越伤人了越是在手心留下密密麻麻深深浅浅的刀割你不是真正的快乐你的笑只是你穿的保护色你决定不恨了也决定不爱了把你的灵魂关在永远锁上的躯壳这世界笑了於是你合群的一起笑了当生存是规则不是你的选择於是你含着眼泪飘飘荡荡跌跌撞撞的走着你不是真正的快乐你的笑只是你穿的保护色你决定不恨了也决定不爱了把你的灵魂关在永远锁上的躯壳你不是真正的快乐你的伤从不肯完全的愈合我站在你左侧却像隔着银河难道就真的抱着遗憾一直到老了然后才后悔着你不是真正的快乐你的笑只是你穿的保护色你决定不恨了也决定不爱了把你的灵魂关在永远锁上的躯壳你不是真正的快乐你的伤从不肯完全的愈合我站在你左侧却像隔着银河难道就真的抱着遗憾一直到老了你值得真正的快乐你应该脱下你穿的保护色为什麽失去了还要被惩罚呢能不能就让悲伤全部结束在此刻重新开始活着

Thursday, January 29, 2009

In mirth

The time now is 1.29am in the morning. The mood is languid and I am struggling. I have not been a faithful companion of this blog. No constant updates or pouring of my feelings. Just an occasional glance and some perfuctionary posts.

At times I feel I have plenty to confide in you and yet when the time comes when I am seated in front of the comp, the words dry up and the brain goes awry. Came across this messy poem:

When you entered my life
it became lufe because U are in it and
it really sounds like love.

Now bees think I am their hive
coz sweetness has become a habit
its only you whom I serve

In that lorry that you drive
you are still a pretty girl every bit
while I admire in mirth

I promise to take you on a dive
then we will munch on lobsters as tibit
watching the sun set in Perth

So in love I won't skive
protecting you as long as my heart will beat
with all the love you deserve

I should really go to sleep because I am seeing pink elephants already.