Sunday, 07 October 2007

Sunday, 23 September 2007

Monday, 17 September 2007

Tuesday, 11 September 2007

  • What is the lesson you had learn in a moral class? I mean, have u learned any moral value from the moral class that you had attend when you are in primary school, primary school or even now?? Kind? Generosity? Caring? Understanding? For me there are no different for me. A person can be merciless even he get good grade for his or her moral subject, and vice versa, a person can be kind if he or she didn't took any of the moral class. What you wanna do is based on the bottom of your heart. You will kill a person if it is really so necessary to do so. Okay, what i wanna say is not related to any valuable moral class. I just wanna say, i had my first time today. I had donated my blood for the first time in my life. It is a nice experience. No hysterically pain, no faint, no pale. I'm a healthy person. hurray. For sure, i'm not under weight, i don't have any decease, my blood pressure is normal. I have no idea why my blood flow so fast today, is it because i nervous or i'm so a 'passion' human. I try to took a picture for my blood pack, but i didn't carry my camera along with me. sayang. I hope that the few drops of blood can really help others. '.' v











    p/s: my friend selling this Jordan portable toothbrush in campus. I wish them can win this competition. =]

Friday, 07 September 2007

  • I  cut my hair, again~  I cut it bob this time. Satisfied. Cheap and nice.

    She carrying her stuff, plan to walk across the street the the coffee shop where she usually hang out with her boy friend. Just at the moment she wants to enter the chop. She stunt. Everything she carry is on the floor. She can't believe what is appear in front of her eyes. The next thing she do is drag a chair, throw it to the coffee shop window. Everyone is shock, look at her with an angry, curious eyes. She cry, and say, fuck you.

    Haha, i don't know why, this kinda of scene always appear in my mind today. The whole day, freak out. Is kinda of funny, i don't know what she saw, and she just throw the chair and say fuck you. Wow, is not a real scene. But i just pity to the coffee shop if it is really happens.













    just feel boring while waiting the hair dresser. =]

Thursday, 06 September 2007

Wednesday, 05 September 2007

Sunday, 02 September 2007

  • Vincent

    Starry, starry night.
    Paint your palette blue and grey,
    Look out on a summer's day,
    With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
    Shadows on the hills,
    Sketch the trees and the daffodils,
    Catch the breeze and the winter chills,
    In colors on the snowy linen land.

    Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
    How you suffered for your sanity,
    How you tried to set them free.
    They would not listen, they did not know how.
    Perhaps they'll listen now.

    Starry, starry night.
    Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
    Swirling clouds in violet haze,
    Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue.
    Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain,
    Weathered faces lined in pain,
    Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.

    Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
    How you suffered for your sanity,
    How you tried to set them free.
    They would not listen, they did not know how.
    Perhaps they'll listen now.

    For they could not love you,
    But still your love was true.
    And when no hope was left in sight
    On that starry, starry night,
    You took your life, as lovers often do.
    But I could have told you, Vincent,
    This world was never meant for one
    As beautiful as you.

    Starry, starry night.
    Portraits hung in empty halls,
    Frameless head on nameless walls,
    With eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
    Like the strangers that you've met,
    The ragged men in the ragged clothes,
    The silver thorn of bloody rose,
    Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.

    Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
    How you suffered for your sanity,
    How you tried to set them free.
    They would not listen, they're not listening still.
    Perhaps they never will...


Thursday, 30 August 2007

  • It is hard for a person that like to be free to become busy like hell. Bunch of exams, assignments waiting for me over there, waving their hand, dead line is around the corner. No time to catch up a breath. Nothing you can do, either is you do it or not. Certainly, i will choose the first one, just do it. The lucky things is, i still manage to squeeze some time to watch movie. I WATCH "SECRET" FOR TWICE. 不能说的。秘密. Frankly said, i not so looking forward for jay chou's movie and i don't have high expectation for this secret movie. But my opinion change, i just think it is special It gave me a slap on my face. It is so A not bad movie. Now only i know, those movie you think "it will be super nice" but it's turn out to be a "not so good"; In the other way, you think is it a "not so nice" movie, it turns out to be a "wow, it's not so bad.lol". Don't judge a book from it's cover. Don't give everything a high expectation. Me, personally don't like the disappointment feeling. 










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