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3月31日

not going anywhere--- the song for the pass month

This is why I always wonder
I am a pond full of regrets
I always try to not remember rather than forget

This is why I always whisper
When vagabonds are passing by
I tend to keep myself away from their goodbyes

Tide will rise and fall along the bay
and I'm not going anywhere
I'm not going anywhere
People come and go and walk away
but I'm not going anywhere
I'm not going anywhere

This is why I always whisper
I am a river with a spell
I like to hear but not to listen,
I like to say but not to tell

This is why I always wonder
There's nothing new under the sun
I won't go anywhere so give my love to everyone

Tide will rise and fall along the bay
and I'm not going anywhere
I'm not going anywhere
People come and go and walk away
but I'm not going anywhere
I'm not going anywhere
3月30日

I'm lovin it

Life is not perfect. It's messy sometimes.
But I am still lovin it...
 

3月24日

总是和预料的不一样,看来期待的不一定好,不期待的不一定不好

原来以为这个片子很垃圾,没有看的动力。 拖到今天才翻腾出来,虽然很商业,但比意料中的好很多。 喜欢他的配乐(寻找原声带中)。
Looking for a Star Sound track:
     01. I'm Lovin' You
  02. Everybody Is A Star
  03. Baby Baby
  04. Chason Triste
  05. I Should Have Told You
  06. If You Want Me
  07. Moonlight Kiss
  08. Arms Wide Open
  09. A Champagne Glass
  10. Sad Story
  11. Follow Your Love
  12. Little Romance
  13. A Couple Entwined
  14. You Are my Only One
  15. Hand In Hand
  16. I'm Lovin' You (Reprise)
3月12日

Running away from Sentiment

我承认我反映慢…

这股情绪来的有些延迟…

听到消息的那一刻前,我还在幻想, 结果也证实了这个只是幻想…

听到消息的那一刻,麻木了,麻木的用反应去反应,那本不是我的反应…

有时候感性来的比理性晚…

我承认理性掩盖住的感性,只能撑到那一刻…

也就只能到那一刻…

 

他们说像一场恋爱,磨合了很久,却最终要分开…

他们说这次分开就像离婚,明知道是好的,却还是要伤心…

他们说要相信一切终归是要变化,没有永恒…

我了解,我明白,我努力,可是我还是忍不住要想…

 

就像小时候第一次离开了家,这股情绪很久很久没有了…

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3月2日

A House of My Own

Not a flat. Not an apartment in back. Not a man's house. Not a daddy's.
A house all my own.
 
With my porch and my pillow,  my pretty purple petunias. My books and my stories. 
My two shoes waiting beside the bed.
 
Nobody to shake a stick at. Nobody's garbage to pick up after.
 
Only a house quiet as snow, a space for myself to go, clean as paper before the poem.
 
                                                                           from The house on mango street