tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38343678078036025762024-03-05T19:51:12.046+08:00HushJ Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04920730048009661127noreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834367807803602576.post-19012075239736302232018-11-25T20:47:00.001+08:002019-03-31T21:44:17.291+08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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"When the sun goes down, and the band won't play,</div>
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I will always remember us this way."</div>
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p/s: Can I keep you as a secret? They say secrets last forever.</div>
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To be honest, it is probably the crappiest experience in a while for me to move out from your room. I can't deny that I am so ingrained into this little small space that I have called my own for a while. One year ago, I was watching you wearing graduation robe in the studio but now sad summer passed us like a moth's wing. All of our life has become memory, especially when every feeling has been experienced over and over again. Years later I will think of you, wonder where were you and how our lives could have been.</div>
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p/s: This year, the sky look nearer.</div>
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People say that claiming your 20's is one of the simplest, yet most transformative things you can do for love, for work, for happiness, maybe even for the world. Perhaps this does not apply on me at all. I am still fumbling around bumping into things seeking for what I want, trying to be kind and helpful as much as I can. But yet I still can feel the ache in my knees.</div>
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p/s: Endlessly click clocking monotone make.</div>
J Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04920730048009661127noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834367807803602576.post-88527300933700331422016-10-23T15:14:00.001+08:002019-10-05T22:08:56.293+08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I am, I am, I am.<br />
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p/s: Vouk hotel, right?</div>
J Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04920730048009661127noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834367807803602576.post-24315152890342369222016-01-28T21:38:00.000+08:002016-02-01T23:02:51.727+08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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How the hair tangled in the wind and how the tears soaked into pillow? How does ice cream melt onto your wrist and how does a boy like a girl? We used to smell so good, like the unique honeydew scent in a white sand beach. The gold glitter on my nails always reminded me to stay gold for all the time.<br />
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p/s: I think I am losing you and I am scared.</div>
J Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04920730048009661127noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834367807803602576.post-83799689963436111112015-03-30T23:00:00.000+08:002015-07-20T19:26:27.969+08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Spring has sprung. How is your life going? Is it busy enough to make your heart feel lonesome and empty? I do, I hope there is a person who could spend time without hesitation to talk to me out there. Sometimes the world would slap my face hardly but I have no tears to shed. I have totally no idea.</div>
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p/s: I have a feeling to go in front of you and talk to you.</div>
J Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04920730048009661127noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834367807803602576.post-28189036324556385702014-10-29T21:55:00.003+08:002016-03-22T10:41:57.288+08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I was strolling near the waterfront on the last lovely Saturday night, seeing a few youngsters playing acoustic guitar and singing "Creep", my heart is totally melted, totally. This is the first time I celebrate my birthday at a place that is far from my sweet house, I didn't expect for any surprises but they came when you expect for nothing. This really makes me appreciate what parents have done for me these years. Thank you, past me, I'm so happy you exist.<br />
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p/s: I remember make time for my mom on my birthday.<br />
It's her special day, too.</div>
J Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04920730048009661127noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834367807803602576.post-25782874826477530532013-08-22T17:14:00.002+08:002013-08-22T17:16:48.024+08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Never forget your beginner's spirit.</div>
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I was haunted, totally haunted. I go and go and go, and never asking where. Breathing become harder and heavier. My mind felt tight and sore. I hope it was an unreal world but this is an unreal dream, I know. I need to create my own life again, moment by moment, with new choices that bring me back to myself. I'm alright.</div>
J Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04920730048009661127noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834367807803602576.post-63552552614891207582013-01-20T14:48:00.000+08:002015-04-22T23:22:35.442+08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Its so hard to conquer the fear of unknown. I should leave behind all those things that make me miserable. I need to create my own life and train my discipline again, moment by moment, with new choices that bring me back to myself.</div>
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Someday soon we all will be together, if the fates allow.</div>
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Until then we'll have to muddle through somehow.</div>
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So have yourself a merry little Christmas now.</div>
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I was emotionally drained, my confidence was crippled. I just realize my tiny heart still as fragile as before, not changed at all. Tonight I just know I can cry as much as I want. I wanna cry until I feel struggle in breathing, until my heart stop beating, until I don't care anymore. Nobody will bother me tonight, even though I scream until my lungs burst out.</div>
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p/s: Silent starts to surround me.</div>
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I am eighteen and my heart is singing. Since I last felt truly alive, many years have passed. I'm tired and desperate but still a spark of hope is alight within my heart. It makes me survived all these years. I still collect stamps, I still write letters to people, that is all the happiness I need. I want to laugh and laugh until it feels as though my lungs might burst. I think back to a simple day when time poured like warm honey. There is so much more to do. So many people to meet, so much more to love.</div>
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p/s : Eighteen and thriving.</div>
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I have completely exhausted. I just want to be still and away from all I have to do, to go, to think. all those plans, all the worries, the numerous lists. These pieces of information keep running about in my head, scattered like so that I can read them no longer. I want my sick mind go away, all away.</div>
J Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04920730048009661127noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834367807803602576.post-50072404505891312762012-09-16T20:52:00.001+08:002012-09-16T20:52:38.296+08:00<div style="text-align: center;">
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The night is my friend, most of the people wonder who they are, but I wonder who I want to become. I'm afraid to say that the ghosts inside my heart acting up again and its my time to get away. I can't say for how long, but long enough to clear my mind and set things straight. I wish you all the best, dearhearts.</div>
J Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04920730048009661127noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834367807803602576.post-88719437974340966512012-09-03T19:47:00.000+08:002012-09-05T16:52:13.152+08:00<div style="text-align: center;">
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He believe in me, I should believe in him and believe in myself too. Life is always full of wonders, what is your favourite?</div>
J Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04920730048009661127noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834367807803602576.post-84421102003363494282012-08-22T19:24:00.000+08:002012-08-22T19:24:21.731+08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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夏日比想象中过得更快,我在一间封密的小房间里呆了两天。尽管我把所有的窗帘拉开,但阳光似乎不喜欢这个地方。那间小房间里很暗,很安静。那种安静会让人产生一种幻觉,那种自己很接近死亡的幻觉。</div>
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我把头埋在棉被里,心里直祈祷:</div>
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神啊,请您务必要宽恕我的罪。</div>
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无论是哪位,我都对你们深感抱歉。我总是知道,我只是因为寂寞。我很希望被人了解,但我更深怕被人看穿。</div>
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p/s: 今天的我,突然很想去看海。</div>
J Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04920730048009661127noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834367807803602576.post-18164020117536247902012-06-27T20:02:00.001+08:002012-06-27T20:10:21.866+08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Why you let yourself stay in <em>bleu</em>? someone asked.</div>
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I couldn't say, but going to sleep and forgetting about bad things that happened to me have been my specialty. I just want someone to understand me even I don’t say a word. Maybe from now on, I will expect nothing, and just take what I get. This is the only thing that I can do.</div>
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p/s: Blue is the colour of clear sky and the deep sea.</div>
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Do you want to buy dreams from me? I do dream a lots of beautiful dreams, I did. Come, give me your cold hand and I will lead you to the centre of the forest. Let's sleep upon rose petals, feel the warmth of the air, flesh moves over flesh, there is no hurry on this world.</div>
J Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04920730048009661127noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834367807803602576.post-45492014231765081092012-05-09T19:35:00.003+08:002012-05-09T19:37:05.671+08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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在浩瀚的大海中航海,迷失方向,水手将葬身海底,在茫茫的戈壁中跋涉,迷失方向,旅者将暴尸荒野;在无边的探索中寻找希望之光,你将会与成功擦肩而过,抱憾终生。</div>J Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04920730048009661127noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834367807803602576.post-38185258712388889402012-04-23T13:29:00.002+08:002012-04-23T13:29:21.505+08:00<div style="text-align: center;">
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I'm not really sad, I'm not really happy, I'm somewhere in the middle, in a profound place. I'm only young once, I know I must do something that I liked. </div>
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The snowflakes float gently to the ground and melted away, they say no two snowflakes are ever alike. Last night, I heard coyates howling again, they always sound so mournful and that's the loneliest sound in the world. I'm not hawks, I does not have access to the heaven, I can't help anymore.</div>
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p/s: Mr Van Gogh, may I borrow your starry night?</div>J Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04920730048009661127noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834367807803602576.post-21069040511870939532012-03-26T19:34:00.001+08:002012-03-26T22:22:56.795+08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/coquinete/4507472092/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="Untitled by coquinete, on Flickr"><img alt="" height="266" src="http://farm3.staticflickr.com/2149/4507472092_f47d51f19e.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A million of butterflies dancing in my stomach, and the stomach seems colder than ever. The time has stopped for a few second, my mind was blanked, my hands was frozen. Everything is dead but I'm still breathing. I soar up into the air with mysteries wings. Please, please, please, somebody please guide that dark sky. Amen.</div>J Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04920730048009661127noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834367807803602576.post-42253512694155522702012-03-12T21:14:00.000+08:002012-09-05T17:15:24.263+08:00<div style="text-align: center;">
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I'll easily get bored when I stay in a place for a long time, but I would reluctant when I want to leave. This is called contradictory. Tongue-tied, thoughts cannot come out from my mouth, cannot translate into words, and I just let them dissapear.</div>
J Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04920730048009661127noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834367807803602576.post-33279233416645074452012-01-16T10:02:00.001+08:002012-03-12T20:29:59.212+08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/49742233@N06/4686173705/in/faves-midnightmare/" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" kba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR6TSg_CUU2Y-9ENuYiWiOgtKd6qI1fB8CVnS8lmQUIA5bg96Rmtq5ALtPBSjuDgMoZBsXjF4xXuXe6IlMiaFevngIbkUvOgnAdGQbnTPWAFLA9iBhxhy_xOkz6NjyVtZcjlPEHcyixefh/s400/fox.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I opened my eyes, the breeze stirred the curtains. The night sky seem anagogic, it makes me feel so small, so tiny, so negligible. Why I am so brave in my dream? I was so brave enough to chase what I want, I was so brave enough to say what I want to say, I was so brave... so brave... Sometimes, I feel happiest when I am asleep. Maybe the dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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