I am Your Sunshine

death does strange things to people
like life
the tearing pain, the scream, and the mess

when was the last time he’d crossed your mind?
hiding in the dusty dark corner
fading away into non-existence
you’d ignored him for so long

and now everything he did is important again
you’re reminded how much he had influenced you
how much of your being is defined by him

every little thing recounted
good ones magnified, bad ones forgotten
exploit him as much as you can
now that no one can stop us now

and the way you talked about him almost make me cry
like he was the most wonderful person I’d never known

what would he think then?
I don’t think he’d care
but I do

not that I’m buying all the things they say about him
it’s just not right yet so human

no I won’t ask that futile question

Getting stuck at verify username and password is a sign that GRE (IP
Protocol 47) is being blocked. You’ll need to make sure your router is
passing GRE traffic.

普通, 不過只要是Michelle Pfeiffer的片我大概都愛吧. Sarah Alexander竟然在裡面演壞人, 嗚嗚 (害我想拿Grease 2 跟Coupling出來看 XD)

This song is awesome!

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媽媽, jeany, 還有 w! :)

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真是囧

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

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German version sounds wonderful.

I think the universe is talking to me.

Maybe it has always been, but I just recently learned its language.

A month ago, our book club chose A.S. Byatt’s Possession as our second book, and turned out the density intimidated us. None (as I know of) finished the book, and I didn’t even start. And as I was reading Guardian’s Book section the other day, I came across an article saying the book of the month for their online book club had been picked. Guess what? They picked Possession. I felt laughed at. As I was trying to act as if nothing had happened (that I didn’t give up at our second attempt), Guardian has to pick it up. I’ll call it divine intervention, or… a bad joke.

The other thing was…
I’m taking Brit Lit: Victorian + Modern writers this quarter and I came to adore Auden’s work. I ended up choosing Auden as my final paper subject. Today, I picked up a book which was recommended by NPR earlier, You or Someone Like You by Chandler Burr, and guess what I read on the first page? Auden.

… I ask, who has the life he wants?
He says nothing.
I say, Wystan Auden did.

Turned out that the protagonist of the book, Anne, had chosen Auden’s Collected Poems for her book club.

Fascinating.

there are moments we can’t get enough of…
the softness (or the roughness) of each other’s touch
a hand laying gently around the shoulder
acknowledges the whole existence of human race
through the warmth of you
complementing mine

there are times we’re like a mellow oldie song
humming indistinguishable words
but we know all so well
every single one of them
swaying along with melody
everything comes naturally

and the sound of your voice giggles me
the overflow of simple yet utmost joy
I lost control

and we make glorious plans
as well as ones that don’t make sense
telling tall tall tales

and it’s always
the arms around me
that complete.

and all the small things I helplessly miss.

這次去 Vegas 前我一定要 cram 很多老搖滾的歌名, 然後去 Paris 的 cigar bar 狂點歌!
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Today on my way home from school, channel 1049 was playing this and that. All good stuffs, no doubt. And then the afternoon DJ chimed in, said, after the break we’re going to play… (hesitated a bit) the song that started all this.

So I sat through the commercial break which was horribly long. (I did switch between stations so that I wouldn’t go crazy.) And when I switched back for the third time (yea, the commercial break was indeed inhumanely long), there it was “with the lights out its less dangerous here we are now entertain us.”

Yeah, I thought, it’s that song.

and definitely going.

8/1 歌仔戲
8/2 傻瓜村
8/12 NIN (可惜NINJA沒有一起 XD)

Public Enemies
State of Play
G.I. Joe

(以重要程度排列)
Counting Crows
Better Than Ezra
The Airborne Toxic Event
Silversun Pickup
All American Rejects (排那麼後面是因為最近沒在聽他們的歌 XD)
其實這五個團我都很愛啊 T^T

Things have the tendency to rush upon you all at the same time.

Today, I was so excited after watching Mulholland Drive and I couldn’t wait to get home and write whatever it was in my chest. And today, some light has, finally, been shed onto my seemingly doomy paper, call it a flash of genius or duh, and I want to get to it as soon as possible too. And then there’s dinner waiting on my desk. A call from my former boss which I wanna tell my mom about, or anyone close to me, really. And my summer schedule seems to be not getting any less crazy. We’ll see.

But for now, I’m gonna forget all that, and enjoy my seafood noodle with my handsome hero Captain Jack.

interesting lyrics

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this is so cute

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Gentleman Jesse
elements of pop-punk, garage-rock and early-’60s radio rock.
“All I Need Tonight”

The Tragically Hip
Canadian rock (I’ve always loved Canadian rock)
a stock tale of crumbling romance with lovely, poetic ambiguity.
“The Last Recluse”

Metric
candy-coated insects
“Sick Muse”

Sunset Rubdown
listen on NPR

Is it coming, is it here?
Like lukewarm watermelon juice, pink and tender and sweet.
How can something started out so beautifully
bring such pain and suffering?
Why does the source of life go away
so carelessly so easily?
And it’s coming.
I know I can feel it
along with the pain and suffering
it’s coming
and it won’t be lukewarm watermelon juice any more.