Tuesday, October 31, 2006
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"A relationship is like a rose, How long it lasts, no one knows. Love can erase an awful past, love can be yours, you'll see at last. To feel that love, it makes you sigh, To have it leave, you'd rather die. You hope you've found that special rose, 'cause you love and care for the one you chose."
--nic
从你眼里，我看见了。
从你心里，我看见了。
从感觉里，我看见了真挚，脆弱的一颗心。
就让我，来保护你。
就让我，来陪伴你。
就让我，成为你永远心中想到的第一个。
让你以后，不再哭泣
让你以后，不再烦恼
让你以后，勇敢地面对每一天！
--nic
A reason to live
A reason to hate
A reason to shut
Because you know me.
--nic
从你眼里，我看见了。
从你心里，我看见了。
从感觉里，我看见了真挚，脆弱的一颗心。
就让我，来保护你。
就让我，来陪伴你。
就让我，成为你永远心中想到的第一个。
让你以后，不再哭泣
让你以后，不再烦恼
让你以后，勇敢地面对每一天！
--nic
A reason to live
A reason to hate
A reason to shut
Because you know me.
Are You Ga(me)?, 11:54 PM.
Sunday, October 22, 2006
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...mOdnar
Redundant redundancies are redundant.
Your heart, My heart, A heart.
Maybe, Perhaps, Probably.
details of your incompetence bore me.
E to the power of N + pie x constant = 0
random...
Redundant redundancies are redundant.
Your heart, My heart, A heart.
Maybe, Perhaps, Probably.
details of your incompetence bore me.
E to the power of N + pie x constant = 0
random...
Are You Ga(me)?, 1:34 AM.
Friday, October 20, 2006
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The Window
Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour a day to drain the fluids from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.
The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation. And every afternoon when the man in the bed next to the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.
The man in the other bed would live for those one-hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the outside world.
The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake, the man had said. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Lovers walked arm in arm amid flowers of every color of the rainbow. Grand old trees graced the landscape, and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance. As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene. One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man could not hear the band, he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.
Unexpectedly, an alien thought entered his head: Why should he have all the pleasure of seeing everything while I never get to see anything?
It didn't seem fair. As the thought fermented, the man felt ashamed at first. But as the days passed and he missed seeing more sights, his envy eroded into resentment and soon turned him sour. He began to brood and found himself unable to sleep. He should be by that window --- and that thought now controlled his life.
Late one night, as he lay staring at the ceiling, the man by the window began to cough. He was choking on the fluid in his lungs. The other man watched in the dimly lit room as the struggling man by the window groped for the button to call for help. Listening from across the room, he never moved, never pushed his own button which would have brought the nurse running. In less than five minutes, the coughing and choking stopped, along with the sound of breathing. Now, there was only silence-deathly silence.
The following morning the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths. When she found the lifeless body of the man by the window, she was saddened and called the hospital attendant to take him away. No words, no fuss.
As soon as it seemed appropriate, the man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone. Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look. Finally, he would have the joy of seeing it all himself. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed...........
It faced a blank wall.
What do you think the moral of the story is? These two guys, although they were only room mates, the one who lies on the bed near the window cooks up stories every morning for the other guy, just because he knows that this other guy lives the day for that moment. Room mates and they did that, what much more can i do for you?
You have been feeling insecure for the pass few days and i acknowledge that. Well, to you, all's well has ended well. But of course, i'll still b alone for the next couple of days. Suddenly i have this urge to talk about being true to urself, which is also what i learnt today.
All you peeps, being true to urself benefits you and everyone else around.If you lie even to urself, then there's nothing others can do to help you. I made a mistake which makes me reflect on being bitchy. Well, the link with bitchiness and being true is that through being bitchy and sarcastic, you can lie pretty well to ur self, widely called the self-fulfilling prophecy.
Well, what can you do, when the window face a blank wall..
Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour a day to drain the fluids from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.
The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation. And every afternoon when the man in the bed next to the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.
The man in the other bed would live for those one-hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the outside world.
The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake, the man had said. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Lovers walked arm in arm amid flowers of every color of the rainbow. Grand old trees graced the landscape, and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance. As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene. One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man could not hear the band, he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.
Unexpectedly, an alien thought entered his head: Why should he have all the pleasure of seeing everything while I never get to see anything?
It didn't seem fair. As the thought fermented, the man felt ashamed at first. But as the days passed and he missed seeing more sights, his envy eroded into resentment and soon turned him sour. He began to brood and found himself unable to sleep. He should be by that window --- and that thought now controlled his life.
Late one night, as he lay staring at the ceiling, the man by the window began to cough. He was choking on the fluid in his lungs. The other man watched in the dimly lit room as the struggling man by the window groped for the button to call for help. Listening from across the room, he never moved, never pushed his own button which would have brought the nurse running. In less than five minutes, the coughing and choking stopped, along with the sound of breathing. Now, there was only silence-deathly silence.
The following morning the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths. When she found the lifeless body of the man by the window, she was saddened and called the hospital attendant to take him away. No words, no fuss.
As soon as it seemed appropriate, the man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone. Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look. Finally, he would have the joy of seeing it all himself. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed...........
It faced a blank wall.
What do you think the moral of the story is? These two guys, although they were only room mates, the one who lies on the bed near the window cooks up stories every morning for the other guy, just because he knows that this other guy lives the day for that moment. Room mates and they did that, what much more can i do for you?
You have been feeling insecure for the pass few days and i acknowledge that. Well, to you, all's well has ended well. But of course, i'll still b alone for the next couple of days. Suddenly i have this urge to talk about being true to urself, which is also what i learnt today.
All you peeps, being true to urself benefits you and everyone else around.If you lie even to urself, then there's nothing others can do to help you. I made a mistake which makes me reflect on being bitchy. Well, the link with bitchiness and being true is that through being bitchy and sarcastic, you can lie pretty well to ur self, widely called the self-fulfilling prophecy.
Well, what can you do, when the window face a blank wall..
Are You Ga(me)?, 11:01 PM.
Monday, October 16, 2006
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5 randOm facts.
I've become eccentric.
I have lost my mind as a young adult.
Preparing for school.
Insomnia.
starring at the picture in my phone.
Show me the Heaven, calm the storms which tear my eyes.
Show me your heart, calm the beats which makes me anxious.
Show me the place, with no pain or sufferrings--a paradox.
Call me God, for i want to justify.
I've become eccentric.
I have lost my mind as a young adult.
Preparing for school.
Insomnia.
starring at the picture in my phone.
Show me the Heaven, calm the storms which tear my eyes.
Show me your heart, calm the beats which makes me anxious.
Show me the place, with no pain or sufferrings--a paradox.
Call me God, for i want to justify.
Are You Ga(me)?, 9:02 AM.
Friday, October 06, 2006
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I am hereby officially tendering
my resignation as an adult. I have
decided I would like to accept the
responsibilities of an 8 year-old again.
I want to go to McDonald's and think
that it's a four star restaurant.
I want to sail sticks across a fresh mud
puddle and make a sidewalk with rocks.
I want to think M&Ms are better than
money because you can eat them.
I want to lie under a big oak tree and
run a lemonade stand with my friends on
a hot summer's day.
I want to return to a time when life was
simple; When all you knew were colors,
multiplication tables, and nursery
rhymes, but that didn't bother you,
because you didn't know what you
didn't know and you didn't care.
All you knew was to be happy because
you were blissfully unaware of
all the things that should make you
worried or upset.
I want to think the world is fair.
That everyone is honest and good.
I want to believe that anything is
possible. I want to be oblivious
to the complexities of life and be
overly excited by the little things
again.
I want to live simple again. I
don't want my day to consist of
computer crashes, mountains of paperwork,
depressing news, how to survive more days
in the month than there is money in the
bank, doctor bills, gossip, illness,
and loss of loved ones.
I want to believe in the power of
smiles, hugs, a kind word, truth,
justice, peace, dreams, the imagination,
mankind, and making angels in the snow.
So . . . here's my checkbook
and my car-keys, my credit card bills
and my 401K statements. I am officially
resigning from adulthood.
And if you want to discuss this
further, you'll have to catch me
first, cause........
......"Tag! You're it."
my resignation as an adult. I have
decided I would like to accept the
responsibilities of an 8 year-old again.
I want to go to McDonald's and think
that it's a four star restaurant.
I want to sail sticks across a fresh mud
puddle and make a sidewalk with rocks.
I want to think M&Ms are better than
money because you can eat them.
I want to lie under a big oak tree and
run a lemonade stand with my friends on
a hot summer's day.
I want to return to a time when life was
simple; When all you knew were colors,
multiplication tables, and nursery
rhymes, but that didn't bother you,
because you didn't know what you
didn't know and you didn't care.
All you knew was to be happy because
you were blissfully unaware of
all the things that should make you
worried or upset.
I want to think the world is fair.
That everyone is honest and good.
I want to believe that anything is
possible. I want to be oblivious
to the complexities of life and be
overly excited by the little things
again.
I want to live simple again. I
don't want my day to consist of
computer crashes, mountains of paperwork,
depressing news, how to survive more days
in the month than there is money in the
bank, doctor bills, gossip, illness,
and loss of loved ones.
I want to believe in the power of
smiles, hugs, a kind word, truth,
justice, peace, dreams, the imagination,
mankind, and making angels in the snow.
So . . . here's my checkbook
and my car-keys, my credit card bills
and my 401K statements. I am officially
resigning from adulthood.
And if you want to discuss this
further, you'll have to catch me
first, cause........
......"Tag! You're it."
Are You Ga(me)?, 1:13 AM.
