Monday, March 26, 2012

Saturday, March 24, 2012

annoymous

anonymous , i found your blog, wahahaha.....

that's all....

have a nice day bui bui <3



Saturday, March 17, 2012

爱上·

今天心血来潮拿起了ipad,顺手带了本蔡康永的“LA 流浪记”
蔡康永写的在天使之城洛杉矶留学时的趣味经历,讲述了他在美国实现自己电影梦时的流浪生活,曝光了蔡康永的一些绝版学生照。
开车跑到星巴克,买了一杯massaki milo 姐姐最喜欢的 green tea latte
然后躲在一个角落里阅读,读累了,看一下周围,突然爱上了在人来人往的城市里的寂寞瞬间
其实我没有阅读的习惯,可是,我喜欢阅读人家的故事,聆听他人的经历,这样比较有真实感
我不喜欢太复杂的文化,我喜欢比较一个人静静的躲在一个角落做我喜欢的事,听我喜欢的音乐
是我变孤僻了吗?
我爱上在人来人往的城市里的孤独。

Thursday, March 15, 2012

期待

好期待7月的到来
期待我们4个人第一期出国
第一次跟3个最要好的朋友出国

milo massaki 姐姐,tan mun mun and tan 啊leeng
你们期待吗?

ps:我感觉tan mun mun 对我好像变怪怪的,有点陌生,怎么办

Sunday, March 11, 2012

daddy, i miss you, i really do





Back when I was a child
Before life removed all the innocence
My father would lift me high
And dance with my mother and me and then

Spin me around 'til I fell asleep
Then up the stairs he would carry me
And I knew for sure, I was loved

If I could get another chance
Another walk, another dance with him
I'd play a song that would never ever end
How I'd love, love, love, to dance with my father again

When I and my mother will disagree
To get my way I would run from her to him
He'd make me laugh just to comfort me
Yeah, yeah, then finally make me do just what my mama says

Later that night when I was asleep
He left a dollar under my sheet
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Never dreamed that he would be gone from me

If I could steal one final glance
One final step, one final dance with him
I'd play a song that would never ever end
'Cause I'd love, love, love, love to dance with my father again

Sometimes I'd listen outside her door
And I'd hear how my mama cried for him
I pray for her even more than me
I pray for her even more than me

I know, I'm praying for much too much
But could You send back the only man she loved
I know You don't do it usually
But dear Lord she's dying to dance with my father again
Every night I fall asleep and this is all I ever dream

I know You don't do it usually
But dear Lord she's dying to dance with my father again