I saw firework and then I saw lightning, yesterday was an amazing day. The fuse burst and the mixer refused to sing. The tremble filled the morning. I didn’t know who were there, maybe just the Chief of Signal, who had 3 crabs on his shoulder, with hundreds of people. The untested mixer that was …
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Take a break
Been waiting for some posts for my ROC trip? I’m curious why they aren’t up yet. Yes I do know why – because I haven’t finished my writing. Well, you can’t expect much from a person who had to go back to work just the next day right after he returned from his three weeks …
Our date
I dropped by and tried to amaze you, and you received me with cheerfulness. Was there an end to the conversation if time could freeze? I called to idolize your voice but each time I was never being heard. Day by day, I began to pause and wonder how this craving could bring me to …
Baby I'm yours
I walk all aroundand I snap at youbut you’re not weirdit’s just an excusefor the next day I won’t get to see youI don’t want to leave but I don’t wish to hold you upgo sleep baby Skai Chan @ http://sillydumb.com
Sour plum covered with maltose
maltose – malt sugar Pieces of memories keep falling, filling in the emptiness. I seem to be recovering from the amnesia. I refuse to but each time when I lose my concentration, the jigsaw puzzle rearranges towards forming pictures. Have I killed the enthusiasm of someone? Why do I feel something’s missing? I never dare …
风
我顺着狂风唱出一首首情歌，希望它带给你我切切的感触。风能带走我的忧虑，就当我幻想和你在一起。我细细听着，听着它为我带来你的消息，就是一千年，一万年，我还是在等着它对我说你很快乐。风无时无刻带来了你的香味，我又何时不挂念着你。我叹了一口气，气里包含了你我的过去。风，它偷偷地偷走了我的自信。 Skai Chan @ http://sillydumb.com
最后一滴泪
疲倦的眼从此不再为谁流泪，因为脆弱的心灵早已生产不出泪滴。需要用人造泪水才能洗清每日日以万积的伤痕。那最后一滴的自然水就是这么的珍贵。它包含着痛苦与喜悦的精华，在一瞬间不知所措，边缘中垂死挣扎。 Skai Chan @ http://sillydumb.com
I see I know I realise
I always give no thought of how long I would take to accomplish a task alone. Partly, I’m influenced by the old saying “if you’re determined you can work anything out”. So, I always do things blindly, putting in my full effort, but I don’t know my limit. Maybe this is the reason some friends …
Broken pen
Inspiration meets exhaustion,enthusiasm wears off.Ideas rot,memory fades;I can’t think,I can’t write.Is breaking the pen the only excuse I can findfor stopping my work?In this case,buy me a new open,and I’d write for you. Skai Chan @ http://sillydumb.com