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MOS ; Friday, September 29, 2006 7:28 PM
Went clubbing with [Eu] last night. This amazing gurl brought along a 40 plus female friend along. Tot i wouldn't have fun but suprisingly I did. I could have danced all night if MOS played mainstream music all night instead the DJS chose to indulge in old skool.
Clubbing is cool. It's like rebirth. I feel sexy on the dancefloor. and yes the whole world was there last night. Coolness.
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the bird ; Monday, September 25, 2006 4:16 AM
Once upon a time, there was a bird. He was adorned with 2 perfect wings and with glossy, colourful, marvellous feathers. In short, he was a creature made to fly about freely in the sky, bringing joy to everyone who saw him.
One day, a woman saw this bird and fell in love with him. She watched his flight, her mouth wide in amazement, her heart pounding, her eyes shining with excitment. She invited the bird to fly with her, andthe 2 travelled across the sky in complete perfect harmony. she admired and venerated and celebrated that bird.
But then she thought: He might want to visit far off mountains!!!!and she was afraid that she wopuld never feel the same way about any other bird. And she felt envy, envy for the bird's ability to fly.
And i felt alone. No she felt alone.
And she thought:" i am going to set up a trap. The next time the bird appears, he will never leave again!"
The bird, who was also in love, returned the following day, fell into the trap and was put into the cage.
She looked at the bird everyday. There he was, the object of her passion, and she showed him to her friends who said:"Now you have everything you can possibly want!" However, a strange transformation began to take place: now that she had the bird and no longer needed to woo him, she began to lose interest. The bird, unable to fly and express the true meaning of his life, began to waste away and his feathers to lose their gloss. He soon grew ugly.
One day the bird died. The woman was devastated and spent all her time thinking about him. But she did not remember the cage, she thought only of the day when she had seen him flying for the 1st time, flyig contendly amongst the clouds.
If she had looked more deeply into herself, she would have resalised that what had thrilled her about the bird was his freedom, the energy of his wings in motion, not his physical body.
Without the bird, her life too had lost all meaning, and Death came knocking at her door. "Why have you come?" she asked Death. " So that you can fly once again with him across the sky!" Death replied. "If you had allowed him to come and go, you would have loved and had him more: alas, you now need me in order to find him again!"
I do not want to be the woman. i need to let my bird go. Spread your wings and fly.
I need to write about love. I need to fall in love again. I need to think and write about it- otherwise my love won't survive.
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Freedom ; Sunday, September 24, 2006 2:57 AM
When we meet someone and fall in love, we have a sense that the whole universe is on our side. I saw this happen tons of times before. And yet if something goes wrong, there is nothing left! No phonecalls, no distant music, not eventhe taste of lips. How is it possible for the beauty that was there only minutes before to vanish so quickly?
Life moves very fast. It rushes us from heaven to hell in a matter of seconds.
If I were to tell someone about my life today, i could do it in a way that would make them think that I am a brave, happy, independent person. RUBBISH! I don't even dare to bring up the name of the person that I am still in love with.
All my life, i thought of love as some kind of voluntary ensalvement. Well, that's a lie: freedom only exists when love is present. The person who gives himself wholly, the person who feels freest, is the person who loves most whole heartedly.
That is why, regardless of what I might experience, do or learn, nothing makes sense. I hope this time passes quickly, so that I can resume my search for myself- in the form of a lover who understands me and does not make me sufffer.
But what am I saying? In love, no one can harm anyone else: we are each of us responsible for our own feelings and cannot blame someone else for what we feel.
It hurt when I lost each of the various people I fell in love with. Now, though, I am convinced that no one loses anybody, because no one owns anybody..
That is the true experience of freedom: having the most important thing in the world without owning it.
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I Run Away ; Saturday, September 23, 2006 4:56 AM
You took your love away, too fast. You left no chance to say look back.And now I know the truth, it makes it easier.Maybe when time goes by,
I will understand.
But lets pretend, that I have moved on
And I tell myself, that life goes on, without you.
I will open my eyes and look deep inside.
I run away. I run away. I run away.
You threw it all away.So blind.
You pushed me far from you, in your life.
Now I know the tears will lead to loneliness
Maybe when time goes by,I will understand
But lets pretend, that I have moved on
And I tell myself, that life goes on, without you.
Open your eyes and look deep inside.
I run away. I run away. I run away.
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逃 ; 4:54 AM
我真的好怕看到你
身旁的另一个女子
好想
逃避
逃。。。。。。
逃。。。。。。
逃。。。。。。
只想逃
逃到我不知何方
逃到人烟稀少
逃到无处可逃没人知我名堂
逃到
我不知世界的运转
逃到我迷路在远方永远到不到的远方
逃到我
不知你在何方。。。
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99 Red Ballons ; 2:38 AM
I was feeling lovesick 10 nights and wrote a poem about ehem, someone. Just thought I'd share it tonight. It's sappy and mushy as hell, so be warned. Hope the person knows this dope is for him. Sigh. sometimes love just ain't enough.
99 Red Balloons
I let go 99 red balloons to fly
99 prayers, 99 kisses goodbye
Like fireworks, they lit up the sky
Like your eyes, they make me cry
I let go 99 red balloons on the day
When I wept while the world was gay
I weep, for you are just a touch away
I weep, for when I touch, you back away
I let go 99 red balloons sadly
Much has been said when you said I'm Sorry
Brown eyes that light up like the city
Brown eyes that will never lay upon me
I let go with a hope that's new
My heart is in pieces but remains true
99 red balloons
One for me
All else for you
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