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Sunday, October 10, 2004


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Saturday, September 25, 2004

Ok, from next week on i maybe haf to keep my blog every Monday 2 Friday, yeh, in ENLISH, cuz Steaven had us hand our journals on every weekend. well, i dun really noe whether this bothered me or not, i haf no interest in keeping any journal now. Another thing is that i am considering whether i should keep it private or public, cuz i am afraid my English journal is both a shxt to any Chinese or English reader.=.="

TODAY IS A DAMN BAD LUCK DAY REALLY....


Thursday, June 03, 2004



long havent been here, actually nothing is going on in life, juz do everything physically~~~
Until now,when night falls and dark presses down, silence comes to be the conversation needed, in which you breathe this silence you speak to yourself and you  pretend to be a perfect thinker, every word oozes out like incarnated flower with beautiful life, they swirl in your mind and prove with pride that your are beyond a body^^
still i love life, in any form, you mold it and it exists for the whole of you and not for anyone else=)
caught a cold in the morning, long since last time=.=''
cloudy these two days, comfortable esp outdoors, yet this is a city who needs hug of the sunshine anywhere anytime, so i c she looks ugly and dirty now.

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Smells Like Teen Spirit


Load up on guns and bring your friends
It's fun to lose and to pretend
She's over bored and self assured
Oh no, I know a dirty word

Hello, hello, hello, how low?

I'm worse at what I do best
And for this gift I feel blessed
Our little group has always been (tribe)
And always will until the end

Hello, hello, hello, how low?

And I forget just why I taste
Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile
I found it hard, it was hard to find
Oh well, whatever, nevermind

hello, hello, hello, how low?

With the lights out it's less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
A mulatto
An albino
A mosquito
My Libido
Yay, a denial


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The blood donation is such a memorable experience~~~
we all got sooooo nervous and it is really funny lol
some1 said that after this people r so easily to put on weight and the example is her friend put on more 10 kg=_=''
some1 fainted. some1 cried.
and we got a big excuse to eat a great lot, at the noon we ate in laoliujia, and in the evening hotpot, so now, i am died full!!!^o^
Anyhow, i decided not to go to class till 8th May, cuz all the teachers have promised not to rollcall.
Don't all these sound wonderful??? haha~


Monday, April 19, 2004

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red patches darken my skin
they will leave scars
i scratch the oil out from underneath
and it spreads along my epidermis
such a lovely nasty rash
my eyelids swell up so fat that i can hardly see
the craters in my hands from where i peeled back the scab
with my friendly little needle
now it glows livid



hmmm~a blank day. In the morning, we had an elish presentation bout job interview, haha i made the conclusion for our group, nevertheless, we were kinda toooo nervous cuz we dindnt get sufficicent preparation. so this is jus a most superficious one n i believe we can do much better next time. sometimes i just luv presentation, i dunn care if any1 listen to me,i just wanna speak out ,blah~blah, for myself. In other situations like people whose views contradict mine or whom i hate without any reason offend me i sometimes have sUch a strong desire to dispute n dispute n even break into a brawl till i win nd attain a sense of accomplishment n satisfaction, but there exists a precondition here, that i AM at least 99% sure that i am correct be4 that, and another point is, desires are always desires, actually in most situations i jus restrain myself n go away, yet design an "elequent" argument in mind Hard to imagine, huh~ i am nEveR a talktive person!

OK, now there are some songs here, which i repeat in my room for a whole day today n here share with u~

where did you sleep last night - nirvana
my girl, my girl, don¡¯t lie to me
tell me where did you sleep last night
in the pines, in the pines
where the sun don¡¯t ever shine
i would shiver the whole night through
my girl, my girl, where will you go
i¡¯m going where the cold wind blows
in the pines, in the pines
where the sun don¡¯t ever shine
i would shiver the whole night through
her husband, was a hard working man
just about a mile from here
his head was found in a driving wheel
but his body never was found
my girl, my girl, don¡¯t lie to me
tell me where did you sleep last night
in the pines, in the pines
where the sun don¡¯t ever shine
i would shiver the whole night through
my girl, my girl, where will you go
i¡¯m going where the cold wind blows
in the pines, in the pines
where the sun don¡¯t ever shine
i would shiver the whole night through
my girl, my girl, don¡¯t lie to me
tell me where did you sleep last night
in the pines, in the pines
where the sun don¡¯t ever shine
i would shiver the whole night through
my girl, my girl, where will you go
i¡¯m going where the cold wind blows
in the pines,pines,sun,sun
i would shiver the whole night through




Shall We Talk in Cantonese

by Eason

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When listening to a song, you are what you are listening to, or to say, when listening to a song, you are listening to yourself. I have to let the past go, but will imprint all those songs that reflect myself as past tense "Favorites", thus to remember and memorize those temporal moments--- they have actually once existed, rite? =)



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