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| its suddenly become very cold and i've suddenly become very miserable i have seasonal depression ( hahahah)..i also have pro-anything depression I think it takes just about a feather to tip the balance and I can go into depression mode... the surprising thing is I am relatively big-sized or even arguably fat for someone who gets upset so easily In my state of sadness, I went to look for some comfort.. and there's this person's blog which i always love to read. She writes in a poignant style, always with a bittersweet undertone. And life is like that, I totally understand her, in fact a mutual close friend of ours has once commented how similar we are, at least in blog style. Well I would like to take this opportunity to 向她至敬。。。in this night, the first day of winter, in that blackhole of depression I thought of her words, and her attitude...and I hastily stole a piece of her mind, from which I found comfort. Thank you. | | |
| Having binged myself on "Kimora - the fab life" "sex and the city" and Ian fleming biography , I have come to two conclusions :
1. I really want to write a book and in fact, I will do so one day. Possibly Ian Fleming style ( did anyone know he used to be a do-nothing womaniser throughout the second world war, sleeping with his friend's wife when his friend was in battle....and only settled down and wrote his books in his old age, and that they received terrible reviews and were branded not "real" literature and he was ashamed of them at first ? sounds jolly good fun to me)
2. My obsession has an answer - what was the real reason behind the passion ? how long did it last ? how was it like and why did it end ?
A love story Part I
I suppose two people were smart and fantastic (Kimora lingo), independent, fashionable, hip and "it-crowd"... and then... one person got smarter whilst the other got prettier. The prettier she was, the more he cared and took care of her. The more he cared, the more she loved him and relied on him as he was really one of the most smartest and determined people she knew.
Then one day, when time goes by she was no longer as pretty as before (and other girls discovered make up) as all girls age and we know that beauty is ephemeral....
But he still took 100% care of her, and this filled her world, and her brain and everything else. She soon lost the confident smile and the sparkle in her eyes. Reliance, knowing that someone would make everything okay, makes one loose so much of their "self".
And one day he went out there and discovered the world. They were no longer each other's everything, she was no longer the beautiful, innocent and mysterious queen of his world that he wanted to take care of. His obsession for her faltered, and her simplicity and carefree-ness was overworn by the daily chores of life... work, pressure, escaping from mediocrity...
And one day, after many painful discussions, the love story ended.
So the moral of the story is ?
Money comes and goes,
cars comes and goes
husbands comes and goes
what you have inside you is yours
what you believe in is yours
what you determine yourself to be is yours
and don't let sweet words and promises take it away
Right... Attempt no. 1... does that cut it ? Will I be a hot-shot writer now ??????
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| Having binged myself on "Kimora - the fab life" "sex and the city" and Ian fleming biography , I have come to two conclusions :
1. I really want to write a book and in fact, I will do so one day. Possibly Ian Fleming style ( did anyone know he used to be a do-nothing womaniser throughout the second world war, sleeping with his friend's wife when his friend was in battle....and only settled down and wrote his books in his old age, and that they received terrible reviews and were branded not "real" literature and he was ashamed of them at first ? sounds jolly good fun to me)
2. My obsession has an answer - what was the real reason behind the passion ? how long did it last ? how was it like and why did it end ?
A love story Part I
I suppose two people were smart and fantastic ( Kimora lingo), independent, fashionable, hip and "it-crowd"... and then... one person got smarter whilst the other got prettier. The prettier she was, the more he cared and took care of her. The more he cared, the more she loved him and relied on him as he was really one of the most smartest and determined people she knew.
Then one day, when time goes by she was no longer as pretty as before (and other girls discovered make up) as all girls age and we know that beauty is ephemeral....
And one day he left school and discovered the world. They were no longer each other's everything, she was no longer the beautiful, innocent and mysterious queen of his world that he wanted to take care of. His obsession for her faltered, and her simplicity and carefree-ness was overworn by the daily chores of life... work, pressure, escaping from mediocrity...
And one day, after many painful discussions, the love story ended.
So the moral of the story is ?
Money comes and goes,
cars comes and goes
husbands comes and goes
what you have inside you is yours
what you believe in is yours
what you determine yourself to be is yours
and don't let anyone (or sweet words and promises) take it away
Right... Attempt no. 1... does that cut it ? Will I be a hot-shot writer now ??????
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I remember the days when I was so eager to satisfy you
Now I realised that I was just to prove I could walk beside you
Now that I've flown away I see you've chosen to stay behind me
And still you curse the day I decided to stay true to myself
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