future tensed

she was quite sure that they would meet
once again, somehow, on a distant street
and she would grin well i always knew
and he would smile why i felt it too.

-club emo

happy birthday dude!!!


- random hero

hi guys

memo sucks

-lovelybones

hi guys

memo sucks

-lovelybones

Forbidden City. Sandstorm. Nanking Road. Seven Nation Army. Temple of Heaven. Wangfujin. One Night. The Great Wall. Tiananmen Square. Hutongs.

warning: you might want to think twice before you next sit on the couch.

-skirtless.

Watched the pursuit of happyness today.
think its the best movie of 2007 so far.
Luckily no one was around to see the gleam of a tear at the corner of the eye.

Go catch it.

such great heights.

It's night now. Inspiration comes to us when we are alone, when we have had time to ponder. Sometimes there are all the things that we meant to say, that we didn't. All the things we meant to do, but we couldn't. The clock is ticking down. Sometimes the facade needs to be torn away, to reveal all the raw emotion that is kept behind a veil.

Just because.

Don't be hating now.

Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but
by the moments that take our breath away.

- Anon., "from a story "The Teacher" (A Powerful Lesson)"

green&orange.

夜已深风不温
停流的钟一点十五分
忘了作天的是非
忘了今晚的咖啡

在失眠的夜里
不能在我梦中见到你
只希望听到你的声音
对我说你活得很开心

chorus:
真的后悔过去的沉闷
对不起没跟你说一声
就算生命只省下你来陪
也觉得很完美

真的后悔没让你明白
如果当初可以为了爱
放弃身旁的别人
在你怀里也会觉得温

只怪天怪自己
缘份没让我再见到你
抬头望这天上的流星
带这愿望去找你

It’s telling when the stuff you’ve done scares even yourself.

It’s only scary afterwards, of course. When you’re doing it, it always feels justified. No dissenting voice of reason: it’s as though your conscience just upped and left, disgusted, not wanting to have anything more to do with your actions. With you.

5 am in the morning again. Not sleeping. Not able to sleep. Damn, the cigarette pack is empty again. AGAIN! How much more can the body take. Time to open another pack: at least that lends SOME purpose to tonight. Purpose is hard to come by these days.

Self-reflection feels like the morning after a party, and here’s all that’s left: the empty bottles and cigarette butts.



Enuf


“So many self-imposed restrictions,
So much I want to say.
So little for me to hold on to,
So much has slipped away.”

Guess who...

O fish!
How I wish
To look
And not eat!


J.

phad thai quest, cabbies from hell, cheap tees, beer chang, way cool clubs, failed bargaining, A&W, tim tams, clogged toilets, dorm-style humour and shopping fatigue!!