All the things you said to me today
Changed my perspective in every way
These things count to mean
so much to me
Into my faith you
And your baby
It s out there
If you want me
I'll be there
It's out there
I'll be dreaming my dreams
With you
And there's no other places
That I'd lay down my face
I'll be dreaming my dreams with you
It's out there
If you want me,I'll be here
I'll be dreaming my dreams with you
And there's no other places that I'd
lay down my face
I'll be dreaming my dreams with you
2009年2月28日 星期六
2009年2月23日 星期一
地から
Learning the many ways to build strength and endurance; One of many tasks thrown into the path of life.
And when there may be many voices around you, it becomes great importance to be able to channel the voice within.
The ability to protect and be protected, to love and to be loved, to fight and to be fought for, are the elements in life which cannot be wasted or let be gone. If you do let them slip through your fingers, no amount of money or selfish satisfation in the world could do justice to your limited mortal life.
2009年2月17日 星期二
2009年2月15日 星期日
2009年1月17日 星期六
Bun's Quote
"When I feel emotionally unsteady, even wounds that would seem laughably small to other people, for me they can run quite deep...
Someone once said that love really starts after you've gotten together, and I think they got it right. The more intimately you come to know eachother, the more you're at the mercy of every casual remark that comes out of their mouth. No matter how much you love them, they'll never truly be 100% yours. But, even so, I want Hiro-san all to myself.
I could as him, 'Am I really someone special to you?' 'What rank do I hold in your heart?' Not that I would ever say something so childish. I don't want to look bad in front of him.
Or...or do I not even have the confidence to imagine what his answer would be? Is the person I am now someone worthy of Hiro-san's love in the first place?"
- Junjou Romantica 2, Episode 4
Someone once said that love really starts after you've gotten together, and I think they got it right. The more intimately you come to know eachother, the more you're at the mercy of every casual remark that comes out of their mouth. No matter how much you love them, they'll never truly be 100% yours. But, even so, I want Hiro-san all to myself.
I could as him, 'Am I really someone special to you?' 'What rank do I hold in your heart?' Not that I would ever say something so childish. I don't want to look bad in front of him.
Or...or do I not even have the confidence to imagine what his answer would be? Is the person I am now someone worthy of Hiro-san's love in the first place?"
- Junjou Romantica 2, Episode 4
2009年1月14日 星期三
I don't want to be 'that one' who is hopeless or pitiful.
I want to be full of COLOUR.
I don't want to be stigmatized and stereotyped.
I don't want to be labelled or marginalised.
I want to be loved and cared for.
I want to be precious and important.
I want to be charming.
I want to grow on you.
I want to turn heads.
I want to be homely, but fun.
I want my heart to be carried on a cloud with angels.
I want to hear sweet voices every day.
I want to learn and move on.
I want to be someone's world, meaning, everything.
I don't want to be forgotten.
I want to be wanted. (I want this most in the world.)
I want to be full of COLOUR.
I don't want to be stigmatized and stereotyped.
I don't want to be labelled or marginalised.
I want to be loved and cared for.
I want to be precious and important.
I want to be charming.
I want to grow on you.
I want to turn heads.
I want to be homely, but fun.
I want my heart to be carried on a cloud with angels.
I want to hear sweet voices every day.
I want to learn and move on.
I want to be someone's world, meaning, everything.
I don't want to be forgotten.
I want to be wanted. (I want this most in the world.)
2009年1月7日 星期三
Harry Potter Drabble
It's late. That's all I have to say.
Harry Potter’s wand gave a shudder, and the older boy gave a start as he looked at its general direction. No, not the wand between the legs of his very fashionable Hogwarts uniform pants, but the one he casts spells with. Well, they both are quite magical, aren’t they. Meanwhile, the wand was sparkling as a familiar name was visible on the wood. Harry ought to have cast the spell earlier to block out that boy’s magic frequencies. Figuring he would be harassed by that annoyingly good looking face later on anyway for not having the big strong man balls to answer him, the brunette grudgingly lifted his wand up and gave it two taps.
He waited for that irritating, but sensual voice.
“Hey Harry, you know that Slytherins are well known for their sexual abilities?” Malfoy quipped cheekily.
“…I wouldn’t know,” Harry responded, and tried to be as unmindful as possible.
“All that Gryffindor’s got is a noisy growl and no pounce to prove it.”
“…Well good for you, you have such a good reputation.”
There was a brief pause.
“So…”
“So…what, Malfoy? Now you’re going to tell me about the latest Slytherin goss and offer me some Bertie Botts in strawberry flavour, as we indulge in our youthful shenanigans?”
“You know Potter, I never would have guessed you had such a funny bone in you.”
“Yeah, I usually come across as really boring with no personality or unique characteristics, whilst I pretend to be an angsty teenager with one too many problems, don’t I?”
“Yes, while I am always portrayed as the sleek rich vampiristic master of seduction who is always drop dead gorgeous in any situation, wherein you always end up wanting to fuck me, but is challenged by your rivalry complex and the fight between evil and good.”
“Very good, Malfoy. Argh! My scar.”
“What the devil is going on with you, scarface?”
“Nothing. I just haven’t said that in a while.”
“Touché.”
Harry Potter’s wand gave a shudder, and the older boy gave a start as he looked at its general direction. No, not the wand between the legs of his very fashionable Hogwarts uniform pants, but the one he casts spells with. Well, they both are quite magical, aren’t they. Meanwhile, the wand was sparkling as a familiar name was visible on the wood. Harry ought to have cast the spell earlier to block out that boy’s magic frequencies. Figuring he would be harassed by that annoyingly good looking face later on anyway for not having the big strong man balls to answer him, the brunette grudgingly lifted his wand up and gave it two taps.
He waited for that irritating, but sensual voice.
“Hey Harry, you know that Slytherins are well known for their sexual abilities?” Malfoy quipped cheekily.
“…I wouldn’t know,” Harry responded, and tried to be as unmindful as possible.
“All that Gryffindor’s got is a noisy growl and no pounce to prove it.”
“…Well good for you, you have such a good reputation.”
There was a brief pause.
“So…”
“So…what, Malfoy? Now you’re going to tell me about the latest Slytherin goss and offer me some Bertie Botts in strawberry flavour, as we indulge in our youthful shenanigans?”
“You know Potter, I never would have guessed you had such a funny bone in you.”
“Yeah, I usually come across as really boring with no personality or unique characteristics, whilst I pretend to be an angsty teenager with one too many problems, don’t I?”
“Yes, while I am always portrayed as the sleek rich vampiristic master of seduction who is always drop dead gorgeous in any situation, wherein you always end up wanting to fuck me, but is challenged by your rivalry complex and the fight between evil and good.”
“Very good, Malfoy. Argh! My scar.”
“What the devil is going on with you, scarface?”
“Nothing. I just haven’t said that in a while.”
“Touché.”
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