Archive for August, 2007

Consequence

Friday, August 10th, 2007

You’re the colour,
you’re the movement and the spin. (Never)
Could it stay with me the whole day long?
Fail with consequence, lose with eloquence
and smile.
I’m not in this movie
I’m not in this song.
Never
Leave me paralyzed, love.
Leave me hypnotized, love.

You’re the colour,
you’re the movement and the spin. (Never)
Could it stay with me the whole day long?
Fail with consequence, lose with eloquence
and smile.
You’re not in this movie
You’re not in this song.
Never

Leave me paralyzed, love.
Leave me hypnotized, love.
Leave me paralyzed, love.
Leave me hypnotized, love.

诗。史

Friday, August 3rd, 2007

夜阑人静

            是夜已深

冷淡面对

            是情已逝

笑对人生

            是心已开

Single

Friday, August 3rd, 2007

Single means  She

                         Is

                         No-longer-a

                         Gentle

                         Lacrymal &

                         Emotional-loser

                  INSTEAD

                         She

                         Is-a

                         Neo-Romanticism

                         Glamour-girl who occupied

                         Loyalty &

                         Easy manners

Glamorous

Friday, August 3rd, 2007

‘If u ain’t got no Money get your broke Ass Home!’

Imagine…

Flying first-class

Up in the sky

Sippin Champagne

Livin A life

In the first lane

U sure u wont change

by the Glamorous???

Ohh.. flossy flossy

The glamorous,

The glamorous, glamorous

by the glamorous

Oh.. flossy flossy

*Fergie-Tergiversate Lyrics*

Insomnia

Friday, August 3rd, 2007

After nights of entertaining, I am suffering insomnia, Again… clock tick towards 2.13 a.m. My mind is sober & vital spark. I am looking back myself…

There is

No turning back for any decisions we made.

No repent of anything that has happened.

No oblivious for who we loved.

No regret of what we do.

A girl remains lost if she never figure out what she wants.

Time will keep tick-tocking if earth never stop rotating.

Yesteryears… by and by…

Time tick-tock, girl still lost…