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Thursday, June 07, 2007

on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on. •

ticktock tick tock shoobeedoowap 一分钟//最后一分钟 ~
tis the season for random rants pieces together from here and there..
sometimes we're just too inconsiderate for our own good.. and the whole effect just keeps bouncing back and forth. a little drink, to what effect, at what risk? i'd not say anything, because it'd do no good, and at least i'm there for whoever.. i don't know. maybe sometimes we just don't take enough care of ourselves. when you do stuff, you just say, hey, it's me, i can do whatever, but you don't even stop to think of the hurt you cause those who care when they see you in such a state, in whatever state.

pebble muse oh pebble muse
why this form, of all? you choose
to take a trip-
on rocks less gentle
isn't it coincidental
your accidental abuse?
isn't only your bruise?

contemplating how much i've changed since. 话到此处，真的不知道该让自己相信什么, 觉得怎样。我可以创个说法吗?──文人二败无三误。即使我肯，还是心有佘而力不足。。哈。其实这么说也不太准确; 是心有意而力不足，而话中的“力”也是心性的力。说，一个人能不能长大成无法为另一个人而放弃全世界，放弃所有其他的人的地步？无此形的爱，还剩下什么，你说。无完整的爱，单方的爱。说是成熟而失去无知的爱也不是; 但我可知的是，其实，全都怪你。让我长大得太突然，让我在那么关键的时刻开始问那些改变生命的问题。在无数的可能性中，情况偏偏选择这样地发展; 谁有那能力量去改变它？如今我已无话可说。

古诗唇上常是爱
诉民此情利与败
长老词中却遗失
爱得太多也造害

in so many ways, really. unwanted, hahaha. experienced both ways, it's always awkward. maybe it's harsh to say it that way, but really sometimes you wonder how come things work that way. ah well. it's a topic that can never be run into the ground, if people are willing to talk about it in the first place. so whatever.

weektwo weektwo hullo weektwo. who was it who said hello was just hell with an o behind it? lol.. that i started spelling it otherwise. dumdeedum.
like a scanner, deciding what you like and what you don't. what they called the paper prince, always right but never enough.
but people are so reluctant to show approval anyway. i think that's how it works; somehow we're afraid to give praise, even when deserved.. why? because we're afraid people will think they're better than the ones giving the praise? or whatever? frankly i don't know. but it's so. and in the midst of it all we all hunger for approval from those we care about. and we're so slow to give it. what is love?

i'm just about burnt out now, it's getting to be two in the morning. time for hot chocolate and bed.
也许
忘了爱不是礼物也要付出
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