the X factor –=Every Little Thing =–

在网路上读到这首『无题』，简直是一段好sweet的表白。

无题

风,爱上了云
本来就是不可能的事
我,爱上了你
是我宿命中的悲伤
没有咖啡的早晨
就跟没有你的人生是一样的
当我的生命里懂得什么是l-o-v-e的时候
我才知道什么叫爱
你能为我加上ing吗？

只是，现在，连l-o-v-e在哪儿也不知道，又去要谁去加上-ing?

today watched “kung fu panda”

have to say it’s very very funny

however i think the most important message the movie is trying to deliver is

to have something special is to believe it is special

 

from this probably i can derive: to be special you have to believe you are special (at least)

tags: kung fu panda

喜欢上一个人可以只用一天，
这是不是缘呢，
谁说不是呢。

忘记一个人却可以用上一年，
这是不是劫呢，
谁又说不是呢。

一天就是一年，
一年就是一天。

went to st. james to cheong last friday night with friends becos an old friend of ours came down from shang hai

over smoked n over drank over the night unitl getting a bit sick when i woke up the next day.

having sore throat, cough n blocked nose for days liao…

hmmm… think im not that young anymore…

我演的路人甲，
终于曲终人散。

the greatest thing you’ll learn is just to love… and be loved in return

– moulin rouge

to find someone you really love is not easy…

but once you find the one,
everything becomes easy…

to love someone is easy
to love someone with all your heart is easy
to love someone for very long time is easy
to love someone n be willing to do anything for her is easy
to love someone without caring about what you can get is easy…

but how difficult it is to be loved in return!!!

because love is about two persons but not just yourself…
that’s why the greatest thing you’ll learn is just
to love… and be loved in return

im still trying to learn… to find…

cool sunday night,

within my own small world in the room,

off the light,

light up a tealight candle,

with a cup of whiskey,

and few sticks of cigarettes,

play some chillout newage music,

blue stone and delerium,

then close eyes… think of nothing…

oh my… duno for how long, never enjoy the music like this…

it just sounds,

extrodinarily nice…

maybe only this time at night… makes the music that flows out of the speakers sound so pure so clear n so beautiful

or maybe it’s cos of the darkness, the little candle light, the whiskey, the cig…

or maybe it’s cos of this moment…

this moment, is the moment

and only this moment…

夜，
没有开灯，站在窗前看灯火阑珊。
喝加了冰块的绿茶，点了根烟。
十月的凉风，在黑夜里静悄悄的吹拂着，
掠过我的脸。
风儿让我突然觉得有点，莫名的冷。

拿着装满冰块的杯子的手是冷的，
心是冷的，
不知觉间，眼角两撇浅浅的泪，竟也是冷的。。。