Love Will Travel

New enlightenment

2009-11-28T14:10:00.000+08:00

www.lovewilltravel.blog.com

て、若い

2009-11-13T23:45:00.000+08:00

Little bubbles popping up in me,
but I have to burst them all.

Delightful thoughts chatted in my mind,
but I have to ignore them all.

Tiny strings pulled the corners of my lips up,
but I have to cut them off.

It was a cry of the wolf -- the sweetness in my mouth suddenly attacked by a tinge of heinous bitterness.

Love Song

2009-11-13T00:12:00.001+08:00

一人きりじゃない信じられないまだ迷って
君を知るまでそう自分さえ见えなかった
一人で歩いた気づかなかったこのまぶしさ
全てと触れ合う事そうなぜか恐くて

I miss you 君の瞳
I love you 浮かんでいる

血を流し続け戦い続け歩いてく
君と出会うまでそう信じていたなんとなく
伤つき合っても强く爱した旅の途中で
まだ终わらない梦抱きしめていたいけど

I miss you いつの日にかその伤を
I love you 愈せるから

So 君を爱してる Love Song Together
そう君を离さない
一人きりじゃない信じていたい离れていても
ねえ逢いたい时はこの歌を抱きしめて

I miss you いつの日にかこの梦を
I love you もう一度

So 君と伝えたい Love Song Together
そう君といたかった
そう君を爱してる Love Song Together
そう君をこの爱を忘れない

本当に終わり？さよなら、さよなら。

The last kiss

2009-11-12T02:58:00.005+08:00

The last train pulled in earlier than expected. People boarded and dropped off the train. Some were smiling and some, crying. We could never meet since we were at each end of the train.

Now there's no more expectations nor fantasy. Cutting off all attachments and diminishing any signs of hopes, undoubtedly hurts the most.
There was only drizzle today but every tiny drop of rain pierce through me like a thorn.
I was mourning for my lost of the forsaken angel and griefing for the lost of the unreturned. It still hurts, especially when you have to give up on someone so dear.
It was a painful lie, an exaggerated soap opera, allowing your imaginations to go beyond the point of no return.
I am a human being, a living and breathing person.

"Don't turn your back away from me."
It's too late now. You can never catch the last train home.

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At times, it changes too quickly, almost in a fleet and realized that it's so hard for you to grasp. Do you know what's the unvarnished truth? Can you tell me how different it is from a fantasy? Seems like it's a fabrication of trust, a distinct lie, a betrayal of it's own. Abandoned as though as you're not alive, with no blood flowing in you. I am also a human being, a living person. How is it like to be a derelict in yourself?

After so long.. too long, too slow, too painful.

What a joke!
A hilarious one that I can laugh my heart out, letting it hit the ground and break into pieces and then cheer for joy. Maybe I will then pick up the fragments that were stained with tears, the kiss of death and blood from the angel that were bestowed to me personally, and piece them together. Or I might forsake it and allow it to decompose into the earth of grief.

I am like an useless butterfly that flies around your side all day long. Look at me, look at me, I just hope you'll take a look at me.

秋の雨

2009-11-09T18:54:00.002+08:00

A promise made and not broken. How worthy! Maybe it was too visible, and much too lucid. Nonetheless, it's something good, or rather, celebratory. Whatever the heart feels, it was put to act and confirmed what the mind thinks.

How can somebody smile when drenched from the rain? How can somebody feel delighted when the raw wind hits the face mercilessly? How can somebody feel happy when those shoes were wet from stepping into puddles of water?

Perhaps I can.

The sky was so grey with bleak winds of Shanghai blowing into our faces and it was pouring.
My hands were numb and the raindrops trickled down from my hair to my face.
I was drenched from strolling under the rain.
I was recalling.
I was smiling.

I am so happy.

Again, again, again...

2009-11-08T02:32:00.000+08:00

I am in such a malady, sympathetic of myself. My emotions stirred and stimulated because of the hollow promise. I had my doubts about it, inevitably. I looked at the promise, an imperviously answered concern and the fragility was too much for me to handle. For a moment, I felt what it was liked to have my heart wrenched. My rationality, my mind, my soul had been destituted by the ever so precious promise. My smile froze at the moment when the afternoon sunlight left the world and myself in darkness.

I never want you to fall deeper and deeper into the lonesome abyss, wake up, wake up, open your eyes and wake up.

Please.

日曜日を覚えて

2009-11-06T23:10:00.000+08:00

He woke up from dreaming and put on his shoes
Starting making his way past two in the morning
He hasn't been sober for days

Leaning now into the breeze
Remembering Sunday, he falls to his knees
They had breakfast together
But two eggs don't last
Like the feeling of what he needs

Now this place is familiar to him
She pulled on his hand with a devilish grin
She led him upstairs, she led him upstairs
Left him dying to get in

Forgive me, I'm trying to find
My calling, I'm calling at night
I don't mean to be a bother,
But have you seen this girl?
She's been running through my dreams
And it's driving me crazy, it seems
I'm gonna ask her to marry me

Even though she doesn't believe in love,
He's determined to call her bluff
Who could deny these butterflies?
They're filling his gut

Waking the neighbors, unfamiliar faces
He pleads though he tries
But he's only denied
Now he's dying to get inside

Forgive me, I'm trying to find
My calling, I'm calling at night
I don't mean to be a bother,
But have you seen this girl?
She's been running through my dreams
And it's driving me crazy, it seems
I'm gonna ask her to marry me

The neighbors said she moved away
Funny how it rained all day
I didn't think much of it then
But it's starting to all make sense
Oh, I can see now that all of these clouds
Are following me in my desperate endeavor
To find my whoever, whoever she may be

I'm not coming back, I've done something so terrible
I'm terrified to speak, but you'd expect that from me
I'm mixed up, I'll be blunt; now the rain is just
Washing you out of my hair
and out of my mind
Keeping an eye on the world,
So many thousands of feet off the ground, I'm over you now
I'm at home in the clouds, towering over your head

I guess I'll go home now
I guess I'll go home now
I guess I'll go home now
I guess I'll go home

許して私は、彼女の呼び出しを見つける、
夜間の目的は、この少女を見ていないの邪魔を呼び出していない？
夢の中で何回も狂った私は私に彼女に頼むと結婚する提案になって登場している

満月の夜

2009-11-05T21:51:00.003+08:00

I held a cup of warm and savory coffee standing by the window. Washed by a wave of morning sun and chilly breeze, the day seemed gay enough to begin with. The array of impressive people passed by me in the station with their cumbersome footsteps dragging underneath.
Eyes that were burning in zealousness were glued to the blackboard as I stepped into the classroom.
Mirthful laughter echoed in the classroom and then allowing our words to maunder in the first hint of dimday.
The song travelled through the whole of the campus, beckoning us to head back to our nest.
The first twilight colored lilacs were budding in the garden. The classroom was crisp and sparkling, noiseless and peaceful except for the humming from the heater.
The setting sun casted its light on the classroom's wall without permission. The pinkish sky diminished signs of the afternoon.
Quiet, countrified beauty of the place, its wandering gravelled walks, the tall oaks and elms standing proud by the pavements.
When I was younger, maybe a few years back, dusk was only a period of time during the day without any purpose. I would stroll all my way back home with my young mind filled with irrelevant thoughts.
Now, dusk, is a moment to indicate the start of a forlorn night.

夢の中で私を見るは必ずしも何ですか？

ふたりの约束

2009-11-02T23:48:00.001+08:00

They were too committed to each other that they thought they should die or live for one another. It's an illness, a disaster. Responsiblility, the burden of sentimentality. It has been hideous and long, as if boundless ordeal. They have come so far, step by step. Ten years, ten years. Time was merciless, it passed by deliberately when it's hard to endure whereas happiness fleeted by.

Will I love you too much that I will do that? I will not know, and might never be able to know.

He lay there, faintly smiling, with tears for him flowing down his cheeks. No words were exchanged in the deathly serenity that surrounded them, only he smiling to her with glistening eyes.

Nobody will ever know the truth, no one. I will protect you forever, even after I die.

Her tears dried up upon the first flake of snow that touches the earth, erasing the night. The snow blanketed the ground like it layered her heart.

It wasn't supposed to be this way, I should be crying my heart out now. I should be, should be...

あなたがいなくて寂しい, あなた？

雨の音楽

2009-11-01T02:14:00.000+08:00

雨滴, 雨滴の窓に，
風が吹いて。
空気の寒さは非常に？
コーヒーのいいにおい。
目を疲れされていません，
世界おやすみ。

私も昨日あなたが夢を見た？

Love

2009-10-31T02:59:00.001+08:00

River Flows In You - Yiruma
8月のキリ- Be The Voice
Linger - The Cranberries
Paperback Writer - The Beatles
August 28th 3:30am - Automatic Loveletter
Remembering Sunday - All Time Low
Knocking On Heaven's Door - Youme
ふたりの约束 - 白夜行OST
Little Lover's So Polite - Silversun Pickups

Season's Call (Hyde)

2009-10-30T00:24:00.000+08:00

絡み付く風に逆らい
失った季節を探している
わずかでも目指す方向へ
鮮やかな記憶が突き動かす

いつも身体中を君が駆け巡り溢れそう
だから怖く無いよ明日も

乾ききった喉へ流した君の名で
心を潤してく

遥かあの鳥のよう
空を飛び越えて行けたら
いつも伝えていよう愛を

夢に描く世界を君の目の前に広げたい
だから怖く無いよ明日も

ねえ、今の夢のどのようなことですか？

The goodnight promise

2009-10-27T01:15:00.000+08:00

He promised.

A promise that will cajole the boisterous waves of the sea and allow the sun to melt and shift the calescent scene into an incandescent masterpiece of a crystal carving.

He promised.

A promise that will be orchestrated into one of the august music of the century and spread its mellifluous tunes even to the utter end of the world.

彼は約束した。

コミットメントは、途切れ途切れ海は穏やかにするには、太陽が美しいクリスタル彫刻には、画面溶融されます。

彼は約束した。

とても有名なシンフォニー、水のように柔らかいへのコミットメントとして実行するだろう、それを転送歌は、世界の隅々にまで行った。

I am beguiling the long afternoon with a good book and a cup of ambrosial coffee. Now, this is the halcyon days of youth.

FUCK SHIT

2009-10-23T00:36:00.000+08:00

I think I am in love.

In love with somebody that I never knew.

I longed for it

2009-10-14T20:15:00.001+08:00

Summer is breathing faintly to indicate its impending departure. The sun flaunted himself when he has the chance to make an appearance on the stage. An aloof stranger, in my world, made the mauve leaves rustled and my hands numb and pale. Both are tucked into my pockets for warmth. I trudged my way through the red bricks painstakingly. He squatted on the stairways, with a cigarette in his hand. The wind disrupted the hideously serene smoke from his snuff. Parked in front of him was his bicycle. As my steps got closer enough for the incense to arouse my olfactory properties, my heart was been dug out and impelled to show itself.
In the past, its fate. At that moment, its just here. There's no more innocence left within, as though devoured by rationality, no more blood pumped from the core, no more truth. I miss it, I miss the truth.

The West Lake

2009-10-09T00:09:00.002+08:00

The houses are erected by the river side by side with the open balconies facing the pulchritudinous view that will lay before our eyes. May we sit insouciantly on the bamboo chairs, beholding the beauty of the quiet river flowing towards nowhere. We lean back on the armchairs and watch the gossamers above the blue sky. Let's smell the tea and absorb all the essence of it into our brains, calming our souls and clearing our minds. Our body will obey them and then leave it all to ourselves. During that moment while we indulge in our reverie, perhaps the light breeze will bring our doubts in life away. We can then breathe in the air of nature without any disturbance. Let's pray now for a peaceful weekend.

2009-10-02T22:53:00.000+08:00

As I stare at the delicate teacup mindlessly, my mind swirl around pondering over those conversations. As I step into the room packing up my things, my mind reflects on the words spoken. As the smoke rises upon the ceiling disappearing into the empty space, my soul lifted itself from the body, reaching for the smoke that whirled into nowhere. As she sits there, her eyes glued to the book, my soul sub-conciously flows towards her.

"What else to say?" he asked.

"This is a matter between you and me."

What else is there to think about?

"I have been wasting away, I have made a billion mistakes."

The fall

2009-09-27T20:42:00.000+08:00

The fallen leaves crunched under my soiled shoes, the raindrops beating on the mauve maple leaves. There, I hear the orchestra of a melodious symphony all around. White ice streaks fell, flooding the somewhat uneven red brick ground.

We constantly lose ourselves within our inner selves, sometimes it gets so surreal that we could never pull ourselves out of it. Little footsteps of the lost soul are being etched on our brain, figuring out the right direction to head to. Most of the time, we'd choose to get lost all the way.
I am one of them.

The windows were ajar, and for a moment the last sunshine fell pensively upon her face and then the glow faded, each light deserting her and left her behind into dark shadows.

2009-08-20T16:22:00.002+08:00

2009-08-19T18:44:00.001+08:00

We will remember

2009-08-16T21:00:00.000+08:00

But now I have come to believe that the whole world is an enigma, a harmless enigma that is made terrible by our own mad attempt to interpret it as though it had an underlying truth.
Umberto Eco

Don't go around saying the world owes you a living. The world owes you nothing. It was here first.
Mark Twain

Life is a dream for the wise, a game for the fool, a comedy for the rich, a tragedy for the poor.
Sholom Aleichem

Absence diminishes mediocre passions and increases great ones, as the wind extinguishes candles and fans fires.
Francois de La Rochefoucauld

At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet.
Plato

Transparent life

2009-08-06T01:44:00.005+08:00

I am trying to, undoubtedly. Trying very hard, trying a little too hard. I stretched myself a tad too far, relied too much upon it, harbored too much hope on it.

The blithe flower withered in a split second at a blink of the eye and then vanished into the caliginous air.

Sorry.

"When I roll over, I can still smell you on the empty space where you used to sleep." -quoted

Colin

2009-07-16T19:58:00.000+08:00

2009-07-16T00:05:00.002+08:00

Those those those...

2009-07-14T17:10:00.007+08:00

Dree Hemmingway in Vogue UK

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It's worse than I thought

2009-07-13T19:59:00.002+08:00

"I feel like I have a butter knife twisting in it."

That's how I feel right now, dreadful.

Postsecret

2009-07-12T01:27:00.000+08:00

....

2009-07-09T23:48:00.010+08:00

.....

2009-07-04T23:33:00.000+08:00

2009-07-04T02:42:00.002+08:00

Dancer in the dark

2009-07-01T23:05:00.004+08:00

The tragic life of a simple person.

It's Summer time

2009-06-24T19:15:00.005+08:00

We were at the borderline

2009-06-10T13:36:00.007+08:00

A moonlike person

2009-06-08T16:21:00.000+08:00

You hide your emotion sometimes .You are a moon type of person. You tend to be the quiet type or in contrast, you are happy but sometimes you act it out in order for you to no burden your friends with your problems. You've faced some problems in your life. Your heart has dealt blows before. You tend to think about things alot more than other people. And you may get annoyed with people who act out without thinking about what would happen later.You are also the type of person that others often come to you with their problems because you've been through plenty, and you are very understanding. Though you sometimes feel lonely. Your demeanor is usually chill, and relaxed.You usually are logical, and rely alot on facts and information on decisions. You often keep things to yourself. This is just one side of you, and you have different faces in different situations and environments, just like the moon has phases.

All those are surreal

2009-05-29T17:37:00.003+08:00

I took a vigilant step into the dark cave, placing my guard up to it's very limit, terrifed to know what's beyond the surface. Death might not be the most tragic thing, what's worst might be living in the shadows of death. I climbed the slippery rocks, making my way into the depth of the chasm. There, he's lying right there! Still proper without injuries.
Bring me back to life, I promise I will also be there for you, bring me back to life.
Of course I will, I will bring you back to life.
Walk ahead of me, don't turn back, don't ever turn back. Lead me through the path without turning back.
I climbed back the rocks, with his breath on my neck, knowing he's just behind me. But what if the one behind me wasn't him? Why can't I turn back and look at him? Maybe I will just turn back a little.
What are they? What are those things? They are not human beings!
The murk of the foggy night drowned her into the cleft.

The stars are still there

2009-05-24T11:07:00.003+08:00

Will the stars still shimmer after a while? Will they be like the cigerette that extingush itself without the sustenance of oxygen? Are they going to disappear after the martyrdom of time? Our lives, like a candle, might be doused by unexpected events in a flick of a fingertip.

All of you, let's pray that we can live life in tragedy and bear our misfortunes in equanimity. Smile our way out of mishaps in life.

The dream

2009-05-20T17:20:00.003+08:00

We walked on the streets, strolling. The park. With other couples. Naked couples on the bench. Three pairs, I think. Then we went to a school, feels like the school after a few years, dilaphidated but renovated. White interiors, new furnitures. We were outside the workshop, workshop. That is not working. Empty, then a bunch of new students appeared, all healthy and sporty. They were there for the new event, to looked for the haunted Sylar's room. Sylar, the legendary girl's name. We went in and explored around the place. Another few more clothed couples were also sauntering around the cramped tower. A pretty and hot girl with her boyfriend was walking in front of me. Somebody pointed at a door, the haunted room. There was a piece of decorated glass on the door that allows people to see through it. Through the glass, pretty furnitures could be seen, plain yet nice. Then the hot girl's boyfriend, a tall and dark Caucasian, whipped out his DSR and snapped a picture of the door. A bright flash was released from his camera and instantly, me standing from a corner saw a girl appeared right behind the door, smiling eeriely. Her looks were unforgettable, but indescribable. I saw nobody, only the hot girl. Apparently, only people who saw the girl stayed while those who didn't disappeared from our sight. A very ugly head which was smiling was in front of me, I didn't know what to do. I was terrified, extremely, even till now. Without anything else that I was able to do, I used my bare hands and dug it's eyes out, used whatever sharp and pointed objects I found and pierced them through the head and messed up it's brain, poked those objects down the throat and damaged them. Still, unchangingly, it still smiled at me. Shivers, huge electrical shivers went down my spine and legs. I woke up, remembering the dream and cried, glad to be alive and safe.

Powerless for a night

2009-05-17T19:06:00.002+08:00

As it flows down your throat leisurely, the goodness of it bitterness embraced the whole of your throat before you can savor the mild sweetness overwhelming you. Afterwards, all you can feel is a soft warmth rushing all the way to the top of your crown. Not only that, the warmth, as though they underwent a evolution, turned to words that just spilled out from your mouth, without any hinderance. Smiles and frowns filled the environment, laughters and cries filled our minds.

But whatever it is, this is life.

The smell of freedom

2009-05-10T18:47:00.000+08:00

A Saturday siesta

2009-05-03T00:10:00.005+08:00

The sun hung proudly on the sky, accompanied by the fluffy clouds by its side. Some light breeze, with a mixture of some sands brushed across flushed cheeks. Buried within the powdery sand were feet that brisked on swarming streets, waiting for the fine moment to fall into quietude. Sweats of indulgence left a trail on faces that smiled as bright as the ball of fire.

Piercing stars filled the fading night and lights from the imperious tower shone casting a uncanny reflection on the surface of the sea. Strange shadows of the unknown floated on the sea, deep in the corner of the stone cliff. The gentle breeze in the afternoon turned into a strange wind, causing the trees to sway haphazardly.

As people left the island, everything changed and it was left falone waiting for the arrival of its new prey.

Dancing trees

2009-04-27T11:29:00.009+08:00

One of a kind.
two of its own kind.

Expressions of faces you've never seen before.
Grasp the person's personality through the unexpected.

Here

Blabbers

2009-04-19T04:27:00.003+08:00

this is not good. even at the slightest thought, i feel different. i am withdrawing myself, from what, i do not know. feeling flushed and stunned at the same time. feeling blighted, felling sad and frustrated, feeling down and exuberant, as though i'm intoxicated from drugs. all the people, all those masks, with hollow eyes and hollow laughter, all the words, vined with thorns and spikes, all the actions, malicious, vindictive and desperate. just an inquity. So morbid, so inplausible. HAHA. i laughed. as if the aftermath of injuries weren't distinctive enough. the struggles between my mind and heart are inevitable. Ironic, the peculiar occurrance in the common beings. the sadness of trees, inherant sadness, but more mournful when there are no trees. a small change, but big difference.
all those mentioned above are nonsensical, like i said, blabbers.

Once upon a time

2009-04-13T00:54:00.001+08:00

Let me know when your faith is faltering. I will wear no forced air of sorrow nor answer you with a difference in my tone. I can forage through the pieces of our memories like an classic work of art and fake a cathersis.

Being an inamorata, your inamorata was the most delighful moment in my life, as though I was basking in an impurpled room of celestial blooms. At times, I would stubbornly plant the seed of revolt, trying to arouse the placid mood, and my mood heightened to see a flame of annoyance glowed momentarily in your eyes. Our script was never be boring, like a pallid musical performance, it always made you feel swivelled upon and afterwards felt flushed and stunned and for me, a triumphant rush of blood would bathed my whole cheek with it's brilliant glow.

Let's overcome this earthly imperfection.

We ll die as a whole

2009-04-11T05:47:00.003+08:00

I lie on your chest, gradually all sounds diluting, only your tempo and ryhthm of your heartbeat echoed through my ear. Our hearbeat amalgamate, beating in union with the rest of the people in the world.

People are walking. People are smoking. People are laughing. People are talking.
Each of us has a red dot in our body, together they pulsate in candences. We are just puppets of the core that is maneveuring our every single moves.

The clock ticks methodically, slowing each second and stopped.
All turns grey and we all fall uniformly.

Go

2009-04-07T05:34:00.005+08:00

It's 5.33am and she can't sleep. Her thoughts are running through her mind a mile per minute. Like forever, her smile was an aegis, a cold smile, too cold to stare at. Not only did the lofty and perpetuate misery looked her up, it planed to devour her silently.
Where is she? Oh, here you are, amongst the despotic shouts and roars, lost between the Earth and Core. Don't wander around. Follow me and I'll give you eternity. Such irony, but so simple and sweet. For a few times, Death approached her and she almost fell for the inveiglement of It. Who's there? She heard sobbings, words of reproachments, weeps of dolour, boisterous bawling and whispers of reproving.
Fall and everyone suffer, remember.

Can they hear me out? Will they understand?
She has been living in guilt for so long, living in people's hopes and disappointment, living in tears. Sooner or later, morning will arive and she has to wear that distinctive smile of hers. When will she ever learn to live for herself? Perhaps never.

"We are each our own Devil, and we make this world our Hell." Oscar Wilde

Let's end it all

2009-04-05T04:34:00.000+08:00

I want to.

I'm sorry.

2009-04-01T03:20:00.003+08:00

Nature? External factors?
I guess it's just selfishness.
Why be someone whom you are not?

Enough, enough, enough.

Embellishment of words, why still fall for it?
Face the truth.
No use deceiving yourself any longer.

It's a tragedy in the end.

Hang your heart and lights above me

2009-03-26T18:58:00.005+08:00

Dreams, nothing but dusts of barren hopes.
Hopes, nothing but a burning fire that will turn to ashes.

They will dissipate like mist in no time and leave you with nothing to yearn for.

You just want to see me fall

2009-03-25T04:40:00.003+08:00

It flies as fast as an eye can blink, they erased memories like they fleet. Here once, through tunnels of the past, they maneuver us like puppets.
No warning in advance, no calm sea before the storm, no lightning before the thunder. Only those that you want cling on like the odoriferous perfume lingers.
We stepped out of the door with throes of emotions, in contrary, what welcomes us was a breath of fields and an azure cloudless sky.
Fate, the one that I resigned to, came with a throne on it's head and fetched me to it's proud tower. A spectral light, redolent of joy and warmth, encovered my senses. Perennial victory of fate ate my tears away.

Beautiful flower, butterfly

2009-03-18T03:37:00.003+08:00

杜鹃花、蒲公英、紫云花，
虽然有这么多美丽的花，
但是我却只看得得见那朵花。

[蝴蝶蝴蝶生得真美丽，头戴着金丝身穿花花衣——]
[你爱花儿，花儿也爱你，你会跳舞，他有甜蜜...]
[蝴蝶蝴蝶生得真美丽——]

我一定是一只只会在你身边飞舞，一点用处也没有的蝴蝶吧。
就连蝴蝶，一旦知道花里没有蜜可采了，都懂得要离开，只要知道没有蜜了。
虽然我知道，我也了解，可是我就是不去想，你是为其他人而绽放的。尽管如此，我仍旧殷切期望，花儿啊，花儿，求求你，看着我。

Aki Mochida 美丽花蝴蝶

下雨的街道、两旁的行道树，当绿芽发枝的时候，你已经不在这里了。
还有多少时间，我可以跟你一起走这段坡道呢?
下雨的街道、两旁的行道树，这条掩盖声音的下雨坡道，不让你听见我的哭泣声。
下雨的街道、两旁的行道树，缓缓吸入十一月的冷空气，竟是如此心痛。
下雨的街道、两旁的行道树，一如往常并肩的雨伞行走在那个斜坡道上，将来某一天绝对，会走在晴空万里下的。

Aki Mochida 未来预报，晴天

The saddest place on earth

2009-03-12T03:22:00.000+08:00

I see it in the way you would do.

They said...

2009-03-10T05:22:00.005+08:00

Useless. Useless. Useless. Useless. Useless. Useless. Useless. Useless. Useless. Useless. Useless. Useless. Useless. Useless.

Stop crying yourself to sleep, Charlotte.

All of us are alone

2009-03-08T09:01:00.004+08:00

How have you been smiling?
Where are all your friends?
Have you learn how to make your eyes smile?
Why does your eyes feel so spiritless?
Who has been living in your heart?
Why are you wearing a mask?
What are you thinking about?

Are you happy?
Are you lonely?

No light on the horizon

2009-03-05T18:12:00.004+08:00

The moon hung high in the sky, but it forgot to shine, the stars forgot to blink. Subtle light slanted towards the celestial window, where I was standing. I greeted the night with a smile, acknowledged the darkness with my anatomy lacking of blood. Only a candle flickered in loneliness beside the cadaver. Trees rustled, birds flew away in fear, all that was finally left was just silent.
Beware of your infatuation. Words fell on deaf ears, her passion was all that matters. Her face pale and wan, in contrast, her neck as white as pearl, so smooth and silky, so tempting. The tepid liquid flowed inside of me, traced every single one of my vessels, warmed the heart that has and will be abandoned for eternity. I watched as the angel from empyrean fell into the depth of caliginous.

Tears in my eyes.

I can live forever.

Fake that smile

2009-02-28T03:13:00.004+08:00

They were meant to be.

Even if he denies. She knew it all along and she knows it. The future one, who was awaiting for his own arrival was the evidence of their fate.

"Time waits for no man."

The fact have to be accepted, perhaps aquiescingly. Destiny passes through the seconds to reach out to the fruits it yields. What use is it to keep it in the unfathomable depths and coerce with yourself to make space for the upcoming innocent party? A new life, that's what you think.

Unintended words escaped from your lips, I smiled. You have no idea how much you care. See it, ignore your mind, do not perceive with your ear, hearken.

A thread will always be tied to two person no matter how much they want to break away from each other.

Are you really here?

Together with the air we breathe

2009-02-26T01:16:00.015+08:00

Times of your life (Paul Anka)

2009-02-22T23:28:00.002+08:00

Good morning, yesterday
You wake up and time has slipped away
And suddenly it's hard to find
The memories you left behind
Remember, do you remember

The laughter and the tears
The shadows of misty yesteryears
The good times and the bad you've seen
And all the others in between
The times of your life (do you remember)

Reach back for the joy and sorrow
Put them away in your mind
The mem'ries are time that you borrow
To spend to when you get to tomorrow

Here comes the saddest part (comes the saddest part)
The seasons are passing one by one
So gather moments while you may
Collect the dreams you dream today
Remember, will you remember
The times of your life

Gather moments while you may
Collect the dreams you dream today
Remember, will you remember
The times of your life
Of your life
Of your life

Do you remember, baby
Do you remember the times of your life
Do you remember, baby
Do you remember the times of your life

Half the time I'm pretending...

2009-02-19T03:02:00.004+08:00

All the hopes that were harboured within me break apart, all those smiles on my face turn to ashes and the dreams that I held flutter away.

Like knives, they stabbed deep into the reality of life.

weheartit

The second bus home

2009-02-15T04:25:00.005+08:00

The second bus home

Sunlight through the window

2009-02-13T03:51:00.000+08:00

Cactus in the sea's flickr Fluin's flickr

Shisha menthol light

2009-02-10T03:13:00.000+08:00

8th Febuary 2009

With a tiny fretful spear

2009-02-06T15:22:00.005+08:00

We lay side by side on the wooden bench, under the canopy of stars. They blinked, as though they are snickering. Sad, sad, so sad. Truly a dolourous doom. In melancholy moonless night, I imagined that it is the galaxy's blessings. The stars beamed even more as I fell into the web of beautiful kismet with a thousand daggers in disguise. His air of sincerity was just a feint, but I was a complete fool to think it was a tale of love. A myth, that is believed to never decay and gathers more. We felt time crawled, dusks and dawns still linger after retirement. Let this be heard, none of the ruins were mend as he left.

Hanging High (Lykke Li)

2009-02-05T03:33:00.003+08:00

Oh thunder in my heart
These razors cutting sharp
And leaves me with an ever bleeding scar

So soft, so suddenly
So that I can not breathe
I'm drawn into a circle painted black

Oh I'm hanging high
Oh won't you let me down
Back where I started at
You know I'm a little lost

And when it hurts the most
I'll push a little more
I'm back where I started at
You know I'm a little lost

Like lightning in my heart
A kiss so burning hot
I'm hanging on a thread that's bound to drop

Like rain on open skies
Don't know the reason why
But I'll always choose the black in front of white

Oh I'm hanging high
Oh won't you let me down
Back where I started at
You know I'm a little lost

And when it hurts the most
I'll push a little more
I'm back where I started at
You know I'm a little lost

just for you, my dear. just for you.

Paradise on the earth

2009-02-02T04:18:00.007+08:00

Twenty-seventh
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Twenty-eighth
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I want to be alone

2009-01-30T06:00:00.003+08:00

I heard a story,
it goes like this:

Accepting each passing day is a challenge in life.

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I heard a story,
it goes like this:

Be not a blocking stone, but a stepping stone.

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I heard a story,
it goes like this:

How different are we from the villagers?

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I heard this story,
it goes like this:

When you are alone doesn't mean that you are lonely,
when you are lonely doesn't mean that you are alone.

I wrote this for you

2009-01-24T02:34:00.003+08:00

We were taught to see with our eyes, but will we learn to see with our heart?

"You warmed us through the frost bitten night and let us live to see the rising sun one more time." - I Wrote This For You

Anything is possible, just keep thinking

2009-01-23T03:21:00.007+08:00

The car horns, the rythmetic beeping from the traffic lights, the shuffling of pedestrian's feet and the confabulations of people were all drowned in my silent sobbing. You walked in front of me, unaware of the pain I was handling. Turn around and take a look at me, I'm not as strong as you think I am. What was I to do? Like an ignorant child who was lost in a rabble, all I could do was to wander off to somewhere that I might not even know. Being tactiturnity was not my choice, words were stuck in my throat for an unknown reason and my mind was not working justifiably.
Just a hug will do.

Maybe I will live to tell you this. Perhaps there was an opportunity. A bolt of light shines upon the shadows of my eyes tells me the truth, the fact of life. It just takes one more, just one more step to penetrate into the depth of me. What was I to do? What was I to do?

All that I request for is just you to pluck out the knife from my wound gently.

The Hermit

The drifter drifts away

2009-01-22T05:12:00.006+08:00

Only a fool would live in them
The familiar hallway smells like old photographs and memories. Upon the entry of the space that she used to be so attached to, the redolent of rose perfume and the musty furniture intrigued her olfactory properties. Hatred rises in her sub-consciously yet a thin layer of warmth wraps around her heart tranquilly.
The pale yellow dress that she wore once, even after a decade has passed, still remains it's vibrancy. She remembers, her love for him was a strange amalgam of contradictory traits.

"The best kind of love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, that plants a fire in our hearts and bring peace to our mind." - The Notebook

I float in the air

2009-01-15T00:07:00.001+08:00

2 days in the rain

It remains the same

2009-01-13T03:22:00.003+08:00

And I kept it in a bottle. All the love and gratitudes. Nothing has ever changed, even if you felt it that way. The bottle of insignificant matters stays forever in the most precious corner of my room, as though in the deepest bottom of my heart where you can't find. Although those things doesn't seem important to you. it does matter to me.

Worry no more, because I belong to you.

Gratitudes

2009-01-08T16:04:00.005+08:00

You are the best.

Thank you.

Are you still with me?

Revenge for the lost of passion

2009-01-03T23:45:00.000+08:00

The very same spot along the path with the long and silent road ahead, lies a charm that only he can visualise.
Dilapidated shophouses, crumbling brick roads, petrified folks, guileless children.
He laid out his cheap canvas sheet and Gouache paints.
A young lady, breath-taking, stepped out from the corner of a shophouse.
What a great contrast, he thought, ethereal beauty against the ruins from the war.
His vision traced every inch of her skin.
Her passionless eyes made him wants to slay her and keep her by his side,
her neck as white as the silvered dove,
the desire to make her cry for help through her crimson lips,
her pale body straightened from the slightest noise she heard.
She glanced around to catch a pair of wandering eyes on her.
A man, his wan hair dishevelled, though stricken by the loss of love, lips of flame and heart of stone.
A silent goodbye, she bid.
With a blink of her eyes, he saw her turned away and faltered into the corner of a building.

Breathing flower

2009-01-01T01:53:00.007+08:00

Tales of the unknown

2008-12-30T01:35:00.000+08:00

Beauty in the destructions

2008-12-28T23:30:00.005+08:00

A gift of happiness

2008-12-26T22:54:00.004+08:00

Happy lights for a happy day

2008-12-25T03:19:00.017+08:00

I will...

Thank you.

Day of reunion

2008-12-23T02:12:00.000+08:00

Lull me to sleep with your voice,

caress me to sleep with your touch,

put me to sleep with your love.

A happy moment during the destructions

2008-12-22T23:30:00.005+08:00

A Day Late (Acoustic version) - Anberlin
Capturing Moods - Rilo Kiley
If - Bread
Take Care - Alt-Ctrl-Sleep
Sitting Sideways - Loquats
Like Knives - City and Colours
Tonight Forever - Acid House Kings

"Remember that happiness is a way of travel, not a destination." Roy Goodman

Light breaks where no sun shines (Dylan Thomas)

2008-12-21T16:58:00.002+08:00

Light breaks where no sun shines;
Where no sea runs, the waters of the heart
Push in their tides;
And, broken ghosts with glow-worms in their heads,
The things of light
File through the flesh where no flesh decks the bones.

A candle in the thighs
Warms youth and seed and burns the seeds of age;
Where no seed stirs,
The fruit of man unwrinkles in the stars,
Bright as a fig;
Where no wax is, the candle shows its hairs.

Dawn breaks behind the eyes;
From poles of skull and toe the windy blood
Slides like a sea;
Nor fenced, nor staked, the gushers of the sky
Spout to the rod
Divining in a smile the oil of tears.

Night in the sockets rounds,
Like some pitch moon, the limit of the globes;
Day lights the bone;
Where no cold is, the skinning gales unpin
The winter's robes;
The film of spring is hanging from the lids.

Light breaks on secret lots,
On tips of thought where thoughts smell in the rain;
When logics dies,
The secret of the soil grows through the eye,
And blood jumps in the sun;
Above the waste allotments the dawn halts.

Bring me along with you

2008-12-21T04:48:00.004+08:00

Sitting motionlessly opposite the grilled window, my vision could only see those within the metal square. The scenery changes in a split second, gone away so far from your sight that you missed the unexpected things in life.
Looking into his blue eyes in the dark, I see nothing but you, his one and only, before. Even me, who initially deny the aura that you emit, could not deceive myself any longer. Indeed, only you, the Adonis. When can I ever see myself, even it's only my shadow, in those eyes? That will be a miracle, akin to an occurrence of rain during a drought. The resemblance of someone, such an uncanny similarity, happened to slit the core of me.

Fate made a joke out of me.

“If you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it’s not because they enjoy solitude. It’s because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disapoint them.” - My Sister’s Keeper (From here)

"Dark World" Chapter Four

2008-12-20T18:46:00.000+08:00

The handprint eventually appears on the vast piece of glass with Nathan's reflection staring right back at him. His eyes glanced quickly throughout the operating theatre, obviously awed by the sight.

"This is where you gain life again." Dr Whittaker exclaimed with a sparkle through his eyes.

Nathan faced the doctor and commanded, "Now, tell me. What is going on?"

Dr Whittaker sauntered to his desk and with a swift move, he lifted up Nathan's medical report. "Leukemia. It must have been tough for you. But..."

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Not long after, Nathan found himself drowning within the white light on top of him, his back against the lifeless steel. He can feel his body underneath the white thin piece of sheet shivering. Am I wrong to accept this? He looked at Dr Whittaker with anxious eyes, his pupils diluting. The needle that was held in the doctor's hands was about to pierce through his skin and go under his flesh. Just as the needle was approaching him, he jerked his arm and scrambled out of the bed. Nathan hugged himself to keep himself warm, but to no avail.

"I will have to reconsider." With this, he dashed out of the room half naked and leaving Dr Whittaker in solitary and bewilderment.

Christmas for a saviour

2008-12-19T18:56:00.009+08:00

Blanket of clouds over the rainbow

2008-12-13T05:41:00.004+08:00

We sing the song of departure, lamentation from the depth of soul. Winter ends, the snow that descended to the wild grasses transforms to little flowers, here comes spring, the season of love. Tears of the unicorn fall to the Earth, seeds of humanity undergo baptism to initiate purity. There it goes, fields and aisles of Iris bloom, only waiting to die away after the rain subside.

Nothing seems so important now, nothing can last forever. The body dies but the heart still lives on.

Summer night

2008-12-12T02:23:00.002+08:00

"You lie sleeping through the long summer days, the long winter nights.
In a hundred years, I will lie next to you.
Please wait in peace until that day." - adapted

"In the shade of a magnolia tree,
I read the letters of Werther
Playing flute on a hill blanketed with clouds of flowers
I have come from far away and take a boat from a nameless pier
The returning April ignites the torches of life
The shining season of dreams,
the season of tear-filled rainbows." - adapted

2008-12-10T16:59:00.017+08:00

I've lost the basic ability of human.

Pop the bubble of dreams

2008-12-10T15:17:00.021+08:00

The time we are left with

2008-12-05T20:26:00.005+08:00

The future doesn't belong to us, neither do we belong to the future. Our life might stop at this second, our time decided not to move on anymore. The strength of silence, the power you get when no words are spoken. There's only one possibility when I'm beside misery, but there can be a million possibilities if I leave misery.

How silly, how pure, how simple.

Goodbye.

How I wish I was in the clouds

2008-11-29T16:48:00.006+08:00

The boat that's in the river

2008-11-27T04:27:00.003+08:00

Love pours down on us by Eros, plentiful of them from the saturation of morning dew. The daylight shone down on us, making us larger than reality. Our passion waxed and waned, our hands crossed each other's world.
Maids strewing lavenders petals on the glistening wooden floor, some dusting off the lutes and arranging viols on the shelf. Village girls hidden behind the rose bushes, plucking leftover flowers from Spring, they looked as stunning as the scenery. On another end of the idyllic countryside, Adriel strolled nearer to the beach, wrapping himself up in the warmth of the summer sea breeze.
Framed in her most modest bonnet, she asked a question timidly. "Longing to pull ourselves out from this world, yet we lasted forever." was my answer.

I am not worthy of your love and I do believe that you can find someone better than me.

"We lose too soon, and only find delight in withered husks of some dead memory." Oscar Wilde

We cheers to livelihood

2008-11-23T06:19:00.027+08:00

Wednesday 19th November 2008 Post-birthday party

Junior
LinaJunior and JeremyCorissaMyra

Stranger than paradise

2008-11-19T03:01:00.002+08:00

The sunlight heightens, pushing through the curtains of my eyes. A dragonfly flies like an arrow, breaking the tranquility of the air. Her ivory fingers draped around my middle, I turned to looked at her, tracing the contours of her lips utterly. Her longing eyes for love half veiled by slumberous tears. With those rough hands of mine, wiped the crystals away from her wan cheeks. To sing praises for her with my lips shall never cease until the day she goes six feet under. Every inch of me tread with blue veins, bursting with love for her pallid chastity.

With two lovers wreathed in the venomous tongues, they struggled through the hurdles of fate. Ere he drown in the silence of the torments, the lover had withdrawn.

Soon the morning breath subsided, dipped in the cruel eddies of night. The silver moon girdled by a crystal rim with faint fluttering of wings from up and above. Shadows shrouded the streets at night, mist aureoled his tears when he was weeping alone in the dark lane.

She swallowed the world

2008-11-15T06:21:00.004+08:00

The grumbling sounds, can you hear? Place your ear closer and listen to the singing voice within. Feel the Earth that is ensconed inside that tiny space and growing by the seconds. The clock ticks, minutes goes by. She have difficulties breathing as the weight of the malignant Earth nest itself within the depth in her. The more she tried to oppose the imminent danger, the more it approaches her. As time passes by, she felt chunks of the sphere in her throat and out came the dancing figures.

Come Home (One Republic)

2008-11-13T22:58:00.005+08:00

Hello world
Hope you're listening
Forgive me if I'm young
For speaking out of turn
There's someone I've been missing I think that they could be
The better half of me
They're in their own place trying to make it right
But I'm tired of justifying
So I say you'll..

Come home, come home
Cause I've been waiting for you
For so long, for so long
And right now there's a war between the vanities
But all I see is you and me
The fight for you is all I've ever known
So come home

I get lost in the beauty
Of everything I see
The world ain't as half as bad
As they paint it to be
If all the sons
If all the daughters
Stopped to take it in
Well, hopefully the hate subsides and the love can begin
It might start now..
Well, maybe I'm just dreaming out loud
Until then

Everything I can't be
Is everything you should be
And that's why I need you here
Everything I can't be
Is everything you should be
And that's why I need you here
So hear this now

We are all circulating around our own world

2008-11-13T22:38:00.004+08:00

People, people and more people buzzing in my life, instilling zeal into me and giving me hope.

The year that I don't feel lonely... after so long.

Thank you for remembering me and that I'm still in your hearts.

I am contented.

Thank you.

"Be not attached to the moment."

A sun rises during the night

2008-11-12T01:46:00.003+08:00

I bagged a pocketful of love.
Each alphabet writes your unconditional love for me.

A fuchsia rose bloom in the winter season.
Your blessings for me are craved on every petal.

Thank you.

Sweet suicidal afternoon

2008-11-08T06:24:00.005+08:00

The afternoon sun shone down to the mortals, giving light to every souls. She strayed on the pavement, crossed the bridge, trod the red bricks on the ground, thinking maybe all of these should come to an end. Despite the beautiful Autumn afternoon, she still felt disastrous. As she strolled on the path beside the road, a confounded farrago of doubts, hopes, fears and wishes occupied her brain. The wind brushed her skin, like how reality slapped her in the face. Apprehension filled every fibre of her being. What am I doing here? Who am I? Why am I living? She turned to face the road. The spotlights from the passing vehicles are blinding her vision, all she can see is bright light encircling her. For a split second, she thought she heard a voice in her head told her You deserve somewhere better, much better. Out of a sudden, everything seems so whimsical and unreal, like utopian happiness. Everything looks so beautiful to her, even the withering flowers by the road. For the very first time in her life, she allowed her mind to have the say. She stepped ahead, just a small step and not only the light surrounded her but she was engulfed by the lustrous white light.

Let's go back to the past

2008-11-07T05:18:00.011+08:00

Wednesday 5th November 2008

During the 90's

2008-11-05T14:43:00.004+08:00

Subject to change

2008-11-05T01:50:00.007+08:00

The flowers went against gravity and there they were, lifting themselves up from the ground.
So sweet, so light, so pretty. The trees and lalangs swayed to the sentimental melody wandering in the air.
Eventually, the sun sets and night came along.
The glasses in our hands chinked under the starlight. We got ourselves drunk because we were drinking to the mistakes we have made. The tears that were dying to escape from reality were all still kept underneath our smiles and laughter.

I never knew the courage I thought I've lost was all along in me.