Til I see you again...

It's been a long day...
It's been a long way...

A friendship turn into bond
and the bond will never be broken

Til I see you again, my friend.
Til I see you again...



Every single moment, I comfort myself, that I'll see you again...

I suppose...

Image credit to DARKNESS IS MY LIGHT

When I get where I'm going

When I get where I'm going
On the far side of the sky
The first thing that I'm gonna do
Is spread my wings and fly

What happens, now?

What happens, when you are trapped in your own cycle of miserable thoughts?
What happens, when the idea of hating that person in the mirror eats you up from inside out.
What happens, when you are contemplating at the borderline, to risk your life when you know it's the worse thing to do because it hurts the people that loved you dearly?
What happens, when moving the muscle of your cheek becomes a routine because it's the best mask that was invented to hide your tears and sorrow?
What happens, when you can't pour out that stream of warm liquid simply because nobody had died, yet?
What happens, when you want to speak your thoughts but they don't come out straight?

What happens?

Chin Up,and smile..

She stares hard into herself in the mirror.
She hates every inch of her skin, every cells that crawls beneath.
She isn't the material that he yearns for. She didn't have the body that he wanted. She didn't have the eyes that he wished they would be. She didn't have all the things he wanted her to have.
They were happy, once.
They were into the moment when everything was beautiful and perfect.
Work out. He says.
Make up. He says.
Wear something better. He says.
She hates herself. From inside out.
She despise her look. Her skin tone. Her red spots on her face. Her scarred skin. Her ugly hair that curls up uncontrollably.
She is pure ugliness.
As she carves. She felt relieve. As the water washes away the blood stains. She felt free. The sting from the flowing water, she felt the pain in the heart was finally released.
Stand up. She says.
Chin up. And walk. She says.
Smile. And everything will be alright.

她說

他靜悄悄地來過 他慢慢帶走沉默
只是最後的承諾 還是沒有帶走了寂寞
我們愛的沒有錯 只是美麗的獨秀太折磨
她說無所謂
只要能在夜裡翻來覆去的時候有寄託

你，又是否听得见我说？

作詞：孫燕姿
作曲：林俊傑

他靜悄悄地來過 他慢慢帶走沉默
只是最後的承諾 還是沒有帶走了寂寞
我們愛的沒有錯 只是美麗的獨秀太折磨
她說無所謂
只要能在夜裡翻來覆去的時候有寄託

等不到天黑 煙火不會太完美
回憶燒成灰 還是等不到結尾
她曾說的無所謂 我怕一天一天被摧毀

等不到天黑 不敢凋謝的花蕾
綠葉在跟隨 放開刺痛的滋味
今後不再怕天明 我想只是害怕清醒

他靜悄悄地來過 他慢慢帶走沉默
只是最後的承諾 還是沒有帶走了寂寞
我們愛的沒有錯 只是美麗的獨秀太折磨
她說無所謂
只要能在夜裡翻來覆去的時候有寄託

等不到天黑 煙火不會太完美
回憶燒成灰 還是等不到結尾
她曾說的無所謂 我怕一天一天被摧毀

等不到天黑 不敢凋謝的花蕾
綠葉在跟隨 放開刺痛的滋味
今後不再怕天明 我想只是害怕清醒

等不到天黑 煙火不會太完美
回憶燒成灰 還是等不到結尾
她曾說的無所謂 我怕一天一天被摧毀

等不到天黑 不敢凋謝的花蕾
綠葉在跟隨 放開刺痛的滋味
今後不再怕天明 我想只是害怕清醒


不怕天明 我想只是害怕清醒

怨

感情里最可恨的，是‘怨’字。
不管是亲情爱情友情
怨，让人忘我
怨，让人陷入心里黑暗角落
怨，让人忽略了所有美好时光

感情里最无奈的，不是爱人的离去
而是两人实实在在面对面的时候
已经不再为对方多努力
去了解去体会

可惜没如果

感情里那么多如果，人生里那么多假如。

我们怎么都喜欢徘徊在这漂浮不定的世界里。

作词：林夕

作曲：林俊杰
编曲：蔡政勋
制作人：许环良

假如把犯得起的错 能错的都错过
应该还来得及去悔过

假如没把一切说破
那一场小风波 将一笑带过

在感情面前 讲什么自我
要得过且过 才好过

全都怪我
不该沉默时沉默 该勇敢时软弱
如果不是我 误会自己洒脱 让我们难过
可当初的你 和现在的我 假如重来过

倘若那天
把该说的话好好说 该体谅的不执著
如果那天我 不受情绪挑拨 你会怎么做
那么多如果 可能如果我
可惜没如果 只剩下结果

如果早点了解 那率性的你
或者晚一点 遇上成熟的我

不过全都怪我
不该沉默时沉默 该勇敢时软弱
如果不是我 误会自己洒脱 让我们难过
可当初的你 和现在的我 假如重来过

倘若那天
把该说的话好好说 该体谅的不执著
如果那天我 不受情绪挑拨 你会怎么做
那么多如果 可能如果我
可惜没如果 没有你和我

都怪我
不该沉默时沉默 该勇敢时软弱
如果不是我 误会自己洒脱 让我们难过
可当初的你 和现在的我 假如重来过

He Says. She Says.

Hey, says he.
Oh hi, say she.
You crossed my mind, says he.
I see, says she.
How have you been doing, says he.
Good, says she.
It's been a while, says he.
Yes indeed, says she.
Happy New Year, says he.
Same to you, says she.
Treat yourself better, says he.
Sure, says she.
Take care, says he.
You too, says she.

Daddy can you help me draw this, says a tiny voice in the background.

I've gotta go, says he.
Yeah, says she.
Goodbye, says he
Goodbye, says she.

Warmth fills her heart.
A sense of inexplicable satisfaction. Pure Happiness.

It was a very good year

It was a very good year- Frank Sinatra

When I was seventeen, it was a very good year

It was a very good year for small town girls
And soft summer nights
We'd hide from the lights
On the village green

When I was seventeen
It was a very good year for city girls
Who lived up the stairs
With all that perfumed hair
And it came undone

When I was twenty-one
It was a very good year for blue-blooded girls
Of independent means
We'd ride in limousines
Their chauffeurs would drive

When I was thirty-five
And I think of my life as vintage wine
From fine old kegs
From the brim to the dregs
It poured sweet and clear

It was a very good year

When I was twenty-one, it was a very good year

When I was thirty-five, it was a very good year

But now the days are short, I'm in the autumn of my years

When I was seventeen, I had the privilege to travel far far away.When I was twenty-one, I had the privilege to be schooled and earned my degree.When I get to thirty-five, I wished I'd have many of my dreams come true...

May the coming years be great, for 2015 hasn't been too kind to many of us...

The Dark Passenger

The one that lingers.

It seeps through the doors, crawls its way through windows even when they were shut tight.
It grows in the corners of an untouched closet and multiplies without you even noticing it.

It watches you through the mirrors and it smirks at your flawed reflection and scoffed at your imperfections.

It touches you everytime you try to turn your back against it. The touch that gives you chills down to your spine, the touch that immobilise your thoughts and rationale.

It waits for its chance to grab your hands from under your bed if you leave your hands hanging by the frame. It pulls you down into the black hole of a never ending fall.

The dark passenger floats in the air particles and every passing breeze clawed every inch of your skin.
The dark passenger gives you pain. The pleasurable pain that comforts the empty corner.