Sunday, February 24, 2008
1:35 AM; `dead.Y
1:35 AM; `dead.Y
Saturday, February 23, 2008
i am my first and only visitor.
12:52 AM; `dead.Y
Thursday, February 21, 2008
loving for remembrance
we lost, didn't we
we all deleted memories
1:37 AM; `dead.Y
hating for nonchalance
we won, didn't we
we all deserved death
1:32 AM; `dead.Y
`dreams for sale
were our dreams for sale
at fifty pence apiece
on torn paper planes
or broken glass bottles
goodbye
because it's harder to say thank you
a photo will do
before Mr. and Mrs. Snowman melt
forget the tears
they don't remember you either
they forgot many things
they forgot not to fall
listen too
when the wind blows
as we lie under the shade
of an apple tree
long long ago
we drew this picture
a boy and a girl
but there wasn't me
secrets by the bed
stuffed under books
we gave them names
we called them diaries
long long ago
there was this boy
oh how silly he was
he saw pictures
of a boy
of a girl
and he thought he was inside them
long long ago
there was this boy
oh how silly he was
how long it took him
to realise
that real lies
were real
oh yes,
my dreams are for sale,
at fifty pence apiece
on torn paper planes
and broken glass bottles
and fallen stars
and thorned roses
and yellowed diaries
and discoloured paintings
and monochromed stories
`dreams for sale
I'd love to sell you my dreams.
so that you'll know
12:57 AM; `dead.Y
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
heavenly days.
I found a girl who believed the same as me.
Because I was jealous that your happiness wasn't because of me,
she was too.
I've been keeping many, many stuff to myself.
I thought of a lot the other day,
but has almost forgotten all of them now.
Stuff like,
how I'd always look back at you when we said goodbye.
I'd always half-hope that you'd turn back to look too
.
Stuff like,
how I'd think you've always kept stuff from me,
there were so much you weren't willing to say.
Stuff like,
how I'd think,
every other guy is the same,
I'm no one special.
Stuff like,
how I'd get unknowingly irritated,
when it took you too long to reply my messages.
Stuff like,
how I'd wish it was me you were talking about,
when you blogged.
Stuff like,
how I'd wish I knew,
what you thought about me.
It's a matter of choice, really.
If one cared, you'd choose A over B.
If one didn't, you'd choose B over A.
Tell me, won't you.
Or maybe not.
pining for you, is like a pain that breathes
when the tears cut as deep as the pain inside
11:26 PM; `dead.Y
Sunday, February 17, 2008
`幻觉
紧闭上嘴
站在旋转木马边
曾经被遗忘的雨水
这种感觉名叫失恋
你把毛衣借给了谁
谁想跟你远走高飞
谁想为你流下眼泪
谁想送你带刺玫瑰
我悄悄的走进房间
把回忆都塞进橱柜
掉在地板上的花蕊
这个季节名叫冬天
摆在桌上的冰咖啡
和琴键上你的指尖
撕下日记里的留念
玻璃瓶装不下的眷恋
你的温度无法忘却
假装听不到你的再见
编织的谎言与草戒
这种爱情名叫幻觉
`幻觉
10:20 PM; `dead.Y
Saturday, February 16, 2008
sleep silently
Can't stop myself from typing stuff.
It's now more like a bad habit that I can't stop.
I'm not used to my new keyboard.
've been listening to Cheer.
Here's a song from her.
I took the liberty to translate it into English,
we'll see how it sounds like.
Aight?
`sleeping silently on your closet
your sweater secretly followed me home
it's sleeping in my room
it's walked several streets with you now
it's drank several cups of iced coffee with you now
it's followed you on secret escapes
on old polaroids
it has also slept silently on your closet
your sweater secretly followed me home
it's sleeping in my room
it's almost covering my winter
it's almost pricking my skin
delusions of love
it's followed you on secret escapes
on old polaroids
the weather's hot now
so it's sleeping silently on your closet
my winter's coming now
my winter's coming now
you secretly followed me home
you're sleeping in my room
you've lent yourself to someone else
you're sleeping silently on my closet
the weather's hot now
so you sleep silently on my closet
`sleeping silently on your closet
8:58 PM; `dead.Y
Thursday, February 14, 2008
oh, won't you be my valentine.
6:55 PM; `dead.Y
Saturday, February 9, 2008
mend my broken shoes
I remember.
How I used to lie on my bed.
Waiting,
waiting,
and waiting.
Looking at the screen that said :
Starhub
Silent.
Waiting for it to say :
1 new message received.
I remember.
How I used to lose my appetite,
and stop eating.
I remember.
How I used to look at the skies,
write notes into my notebook.
I remember.
How I had to stand for hours,
to tell someone that fireworks were nice,
to have that someone tell me,
that she'd rather read this, than to look at the fireworks.
I remember.
How I had to clip the phone to my ears,
to change between sides,
to say I'm not tired,
to say it's still early,
to say I'm not sleepy.
Even though it's 6 AM in the morning.
I remember.
The number of sit-ups I had to do in someone's room
.
I remember.
The number of hours of sleep I'd miss.
I remember.
How misunderstood I was.
I remember.
How someone would try to sneak money on me,
because I paid for dinner.
I remember.
How I'd wait for more buses to come and go,
just to talk to someone longer.
I remember.
How I'd turn back when we parted,
but you never did.
Yes,
you never did remember,
didn't you.
You never bothered to.
You never bothered to say no.
You never bothered to prove me wrong.
You never bothered to say.
You never bothered to share.
I knew nothing about you.
I never did know.
Come to think of it,
I didn't really know you.
Who you are.
I had to guess, and guess, and guess.
It's alright.
It's not the first time I'm saying it's alright anyway.
It's my bad habit,
expecting returns,
and reciprocals.
I lose,
really.
I really lost.
I could never win you.
I never knew how to.
I never had to stop guessing.
I wished I could cause this much pain to someone too.
Maybe I'll get to stop updating for a while.
Since this blog has lost its purpose.
Because it was for you.
Hope I guessed wrongly this time.
Because I always do.
oh, won't you mend my broken shoes,
for the next lonely valentine.
2:09 AM; `dead.Y
salty buns.
because I teared while making them.
what about.
your cookies?
but you aren't even reading this.
but you don't even care.
2:07 AM; `dead.Y
Friday, February 8, 2008
oh won't you turn back
and look at me.
no, you won't.and you never did.
I'd always do.
1:23 AM; `dead.Y
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
1:34 PM; `dead.Y
where's that feeling now
i miss you.
2:12 AM; `dead.Y
12:29 AM; `dead.Y
Sunday, February 3, 2008
we aren't wrong,
we just forgot.
`separations
of blacks and whites
we never painted this
crumbling twilights
throwing away memories
the sky is crying
we are too
raindrops falling
our dreams forgetting to
oh, don't you forget me
my secrets and lies
rapturous melancholy
the tears in your eyes
of finger and lip
one and a half goodbyes
your fingers, somehow slipped
no matter how hard I try
shhh.
just one last time.
because if no one took you away.
then you'll be happy.
`separations
what if you were talking to me?
oh, but I never knew.
I'd love not to separate.
12:36 PM; `dead.Y
i need you.
Got my new com today.
Haven't done anything to it.
Hmm.
So in the end, I got these :
Intel Core 2 Duo E8400 @ 3.0 GHz
Gigabyte EP35-DS3P
Kingston DDR2-800 HyperX 1GB x 4
Seagate Barracuda 250GB/16MB x 2 (since I'm going RAID 0)
ASUS EN8800 GTS 512MB TOP Edition
Creative SB X-Fi Xtreme Audio
Apollo NZXT ATX Case
Samsung SATA 20X DVD-RW Internal
Samsung 2232GW 22" LCD
Haven't got my keyboard, mouse and speakers yet.
We'll see tomorrow.
(:
1:35 AM; `dead.Y
Friday, February 1, 2008
`依赖抓紧对你的依赖,
安静在雨中等待.
你放手速度太快,
我心脏负荷不来.
你说我们的相爱,
不过是一场意外.
你像个小女孩,
不停说我不会明白.
我不该对你太爱,
但是我无法按奈.
你说对你的溺爱,
你怎么也不能释怀.
你将我拒在门外,
叫我晚点再回来.
你说你不太可爱,
但我还不想 say bye-bye.
那年冬天的恋爱,
你的笑容已不在
泪痕消失地太快
对你的好全被抛开.
你说你不再期待,
把记忆往脑里塞.
我没有那种能耐,
再去接受你的离开.
`依赖Hmm, Jas,
I read your post!
Nice, but personally I felt that some expressions a bit awkward.
Not saying mine is very good,
here's one!
Hmm, my style a bit, like some particular songwriter.
*coughs coughs*
Too much influence.
I need you.
11:12 PM; `dead.Y
Always wanted to get Windows Vista,
not because it's new,
because it looks good.
However
apparently,
I've been hearing a lot of negative reviews about it,
so it has dissuaded me from getting Vista.
But it hasn't stopped me from wanting it's good looks.
The new GUI interface and stuff.
So...
I went to do this.
Believe it or not, this is Windows XP, not Vista.
This is a shot of the 3D flip thingy at work, meaning when you alt-tab,
this appears, allowing you to switch between windows / applications.
OMG, this totally pwns.
Seriously.
10:51 PM; `dead.Y