Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Inspired by: that one genderconfused lesbian song


Verse 1:
Let me teach you a new song that I recently learned how to play
It's kinda simple and not that long, but I like what it has to say
So, let me take you through the chords, repeat with you all the words
And watch you sing this piece for him some day

So-oh, I act as if I don't know
whatever, here's how the song goes

[oi, could you pick up the pace now]

Chorus:
Call me stupid call me foolish call me crazy call me childish call me deathly insecure
Call me hopeless, a lost cause, call me stubborn call me trite but as long as you call me then I smile some more
But then you tell me someone's on the other line
You put me hold saying "give me a little time"

well what d'you know you've hung up, and isn't it ironic
hmm, maybe it's a sim card error. Shit...


Verse 2:
It's been a season past and now all the leaves here are changing colour
I heard it's a magical sight to see, and I hope you enjoy it as much as me
So, I sit legs crossed beneath the skies and trees and autumn leaves
as you do the same but not alone.

oo-ooh, it's a picture of perfection
tha-at you tell me to take with your canon

[Chorus]

Well look at the time. I guess it's time for me to put down my pen, close my eyes, and let the sleep seep in.

Monday, October 20, 2008

我的

躺在星空下的草地上,心事全都摊开让你看。
满天星星张大眼睛盯著我。
回想。。。
要知道,

我的呼吸,我的叹息,我的话都为你说。
我的努力,我的放弃,我每步都为你走。
在你梦想的边缘,总有一个人一直为你等待守候著它。
我所有的,我没有的,我一切都是你的。
我得到的,我失去的,我拥有的都是你的。
你也许无法了解,我给的爱己经超乎我以为我能够给的。

现在泪水将我淹没,我才终于明白办不到的承诺就成了枷锁。现实中,幸福永远缺货。
笑着难过,自我惩罚,
想终止这一切挣扎。
横了心说真心谎话。
恨总比爱容易放下。
当泪水堵住了胸口,就让沉默代替所有回答。

我不爱,我不痛,我不懂,我的心早已掏空。
真心话言不由衷。

曾经给你的感动,却只是情绪的波动。

然而现在我以被遗忘在你遗忘的角落。

On this night, on the 20th of October

Something inside me curled up and died...
I don't think it'll ever come back alive wholly again.

Sunday, October 19, 2008

夏天雨

Summer rain. Well, here it never rains in the summer. I wonder why is that? I mean, I guess it makes sense, since it rarely rains, well, ever here. But still, I wish it would. I really enjoy the rain in the summer. It feels, almost poetic in a sense. Unlike other times, in the summer the rains feels more... peaceful. If we were to relate rain to tears, then in any other season it would be uncontrollable weeping. In the summer however, I imagine gentle tears, slowly streaming down to a mellow slight smile. Silent and unexpected, and unless you look at it you would never notice it. But that doesn't mean it didn't happen. Yet, if no one knew or will ever know, then did it really rain? The aftereffects of the rain will quickly disappear--it's the summer after all. And soon after the rain passes, it will be like nothing ever happened at all.

Summer rain. I remember hearing the phrase once; it was from someone who misheard me. But I remember hearing those words during the best time of my life. Not in the summer though. That summer, it rained.