...and my mum says it's all my fault I eat so many tidbits. And I eat so much less than the others. I eat dinner at 10 plus And it makes me fat But she still insists it's my fault that she cooks at 9. What is that.
Walking alone on the street The cold of winter pricks the skin. Walking against the crowd I think of the times I spent with you. The stain on my jacket --that's what we quarreled over. Even such a (painful) memory Feels so warm to me now. Just like the falling snow My love for you keeps on growing (a.k.a. snow piling up) Tightly grasping those matching rings It feels like you're still here. Looking at you in the photo I wonder what you're doing now. You'll never come back, Because you're in someone else's arms now. The snow is falling But we can't admire the scene together. The days when we loved each other Are not gone forever, But they have become precious treasures. If wishes could come true, I won't say, "Give us another chance." Let us go back to the time before we met So that we wouldn't have to suffer so much pain.
i was silently cursing and swearing at the guy on the same train home whose ipod nano was working.
boo. so much death in the movie. some people just aren't meant to have so much screentime i love what storm did to her hair ! the guy with wings rock (: Pretty white wings Sometimes I wonder if those claws hurt, and how would it feel to kill so many people, even if they were all baddies. Has movies made us more cruel people? ): sometimes, people do things which we ask ourselves, is that ethical? but that question can't be answered.
You wish time could stop at the point where Everything was perfect. But if you stay behind, time moves on, so will they all. You have driven the gap wider Wider WIDER Too wide to catch up with the others. There's a point Where we all unwind the clock And fall. The words don't connect And reactions get too violently emotional. We are all familiar with regrets (are they actually avoidable?) The clocks can stop moving. But still Time moves on anyway.
I drew Misora Aoi from the N's Aoi dorama ! I feel like I hven't drawn in a long time. This was drawn quite some time ago but I was too lazy to put it up earlier. ...I haven't even finished watching the drama.
It makes me miss Vicky nee-chan.
Watch this haha. Tsuyo-chan ATTEMPTS to do a backflip in the snow x) I miss watching Shoujiki Shindoi! I haven't been watching for months. :(
And him being tricked by Koichi. x) I think Koichi was the funny one instead xD
...Then you question yourself, was that バカ really the one who sang this song
love stories like these can't happen in reality. We find them in novels And we know they are not true But we read on anyway Just to relieve us of that false hope.
"Next to being married, a girl likes to be crossed in love a little now and then. It is something to think of, and gives her a sort of distinction among her companions." -Mr Bennet, Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen
Went for the Volleyball finals for our girls. We lost, but we're second in place. Having a cold now. I should've taken early leave. As always, our crowd cheers at the wrong moments. I don't think that the supporters should cheer when one is serving the ball, or when the match is going on, because it's really distracting.
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"They say you can tell something of a person's life by observing their body. That is certainly true of my dog. My dog has back legs shorter than his front legs, on account of always digging in at one end, and always scrambling up at the other. On ground level he walks with a kind of bounce that adds to his cheerfulness. He doesn't know that other dogs' legs are the same length all the way round. If he thinks at all, he thinks that every dog is like him, and so he suffers none of the morbid introspection of the human race, which notes every curve from the norm with fear or punishment." -lighthousekeeping by Jeanette Winterson
the window seat looks fabulous. but it brings back the solitude.
This has got to be the cutest SMAP PV I've ever seen. x) The sweetest grandpa and grandma love story ! The song is very touching :D It's about the world we live in today that has become so full of destruction. :(
It's amusing how people fight to be the worser, When all we want to do Is get out of that worser state. But we fight anyway.
And the whole world knows everyone's a fool. But what can we do?
I used to want to look into those eyes Now I am ashamed to do so. There's something too painful Far far far down in that well And I can't shut my eyes And just forget.
See you in my dream; be on time.
I wish you could tell me How much longer I could hold on When every night I am engulfed in solitude So afraid to close my eyes and sleep Because those eyes appear again Like a stalker Who never meant to be one.
Bruised and battered by your words Dazed and shattered, now it hurts;
The day's getting longer But yet they feel shorter Who said a day only consisted of 24 hours? Tuesday afternoons Grumbling about the extra weight (Which we dont have) to lose. Watching from a corner Too embarrassed to move. For now, let's throw aside our colourful bags And sit down To a game of squash. And see as happiness shower over us Just to watch A tiny ball
Please don't go crazy, if I tell you the truth No you don't know what happened And you never will if You don't listen to me while I talk to the wall This blanket is freezing, it's been out in the hall Where you've had me for hours Till I'm sure what I want But darling I want the same thing that I wanted before So sweetheart tell me what's up I won't stop no way
Please keep your hands down And stop raising your voice It's hardly what I'd be doing if you gave me a choice It's a simple suggestion can you give me sometime So just say yes or no Why can't you shoulder the blame Coz both my shoulders are heavy From the weight of us both You're a big boy now so let's not talk about growth You've not heard a single word I have said... Oh, my God
Please take it easy it can't all be my fault I haven't made half the mistakes That you've listed so far Oh baby let me explain something It's all down to drugs At least I remember taking the and not a lot else It seems I've stepped over lines You've drawn again and again But if the ecstacy's in the wit is definitely out Dr. Jekyll is wrestling Hyde for my pride
-HOW TO BE DEAD by Snow Patrol. -photo by Sylvia. & courtesy of Esther as my model. x)
I didn't want to blog four entries in a day but this is darn amusing. x) They imitated KinKi Kids, Tokio and SMAP! There's something about their looks that make them look somewhat like the idols but yet not look like at the same time. Can't stop laughing. xD Since when was Tsuyo-chan looking taller than Ko-chan?! HAHA.
We just got married. (Just kidding.) This is the cutest asshole I've ever seen. xD Third post of the day. (:
★ i swear i wont cry, even as tears fill my eyes ; 嵐 ☆★: you secretly love me deep down inside! ☆白いちゃん 『 F I R E L I G H T 』 ♦ light up, light up, as if you had a choice.: I, Sylvia, confess that I am deeply in love with Vanessa Kong Xi Min, the girl who claims she is balding and fat, but in actually fact is the opposite. She is my oxygen, my carbon dioxide and all the elements in the periodic table. Speaking of which as Sylvia is having her BIG AUNT over she hates to type the word 'period'. ☆白いちゃん 『 F I R E L I G H T 』 ♦ light up, light up, as if you had a choice.: i can't stand it, i'm crapping more and more ★ i swear i wont cry, even as tears fill my eyes ; 嵐 ☆★: ahahahahah ★ i swear i wont cry, even as tears fill my eyes ; 嵐 ☆★: i do!
...we're jealous of that more than 180cm boy who has an ipod that can play videos.
Much more tired out than before. It's not like I don't get enough sleep. It's more than the panda rings. I feel... Helpless. And want to cry But the tears won't come down And when they do... I'm embarrassed to acknowledge them And I don't want to.
"I am a landscape," he said. "a landscape and a person walking in that landscape. There are daunting cliffs there, And plains glad in their way of brown monotony. But especially there are sinkholes, places of sudden terror, of small circumference and malevolent depths." "I know," she said. "When I set forth to walk in myself, as it might be on a fine afternoon, forgetting, sooner or later I come to where sedge and clumps of white flowers, rue perhaps, mark the bogland, and I know there are quagmires there that can pull you down, and sink you in bubbling mud." "We had an old dog," he told her, "when I was a boy, a good dog, friendly. But there was an injured spot on his head, if you happened just to touch it he'd jump up yelping and bite you. He bit a young child, they had to take him down to the vet's and destroy him." "No one knows where it is," she said, "and even by accident no one touches it. It's inside my landscape, and only I, making my way preoccupied through my life, crossing my hills, sleeping on green moss of my own woods, I myself without warning touch it, and leap up at myself -" "- or flinch back just in time." "Yes, we learn that. It's not a terror, it's pain we're talking about: those places in us, like your dog's bruised head, that are bruised forever, that time never assuages, never."