the eagle:hotel califonia

On a dark desert highway
Cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas
Rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance
I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy, and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself
This could be Heaven or this could be Hell
Then she lit up a candle
And she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor
I thought I heard them say

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely place (background)
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year
Any time of year (background)
You can find it here
You can find it here

Her mind is Tiffany twisted
She's got the Mercedes Benz
She's got a lot of pretty, pretty boys
That she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard
Sweet summer sweat
Some dance to remember
Some dance to forget
So I called up the Captain
Please bring me my wine
He said
We haven't had that spirit here since 1969
And still those voices are calling from far away
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely Place
Such a lovely Place (background)
Such a lovely face
They're livin' it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise
What a nice surprise (background)
Bring your alibi's

Mirrors on the ceiling
Pink champagne on ice
And she said
We are all just prisoners here
Of our own device
And in the master's chambers
They gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives
But they just can't kill the beast
Last thing I remember
I was running for the door
I had to find the passage back to the place I was before
Relax said the nightman
We are programmed to receive
You can check out any time you like
But you can never leave


(such a nice old song^^nice vocal ,good meaning)

free download: http://rs572.rapidshare.com/files/157693616/Eagles_-_Hotel_California.mp3

too long to go...

最近的心情起伏不定。。。
一个人走在小路都有想哭的感觉涌着涌着。。
阴天和下雨天容易变灰。。

尽量让自己开心
转移所有视线。。
“往好的方面。。一定要往前看。。”

路途太远。。
走离起点太远。。
好像忘记了什么。。掉了什么。。很重要的东西。。

之前朋友说过，
这个学期已经不懂为了什么记载满满的课业学识。。为了什么而考试。。
那时，我真的以为这种忙碌更是证明了我的存在。

怎么在拐几个弯曲的路和斜坡。。
就经不起考验。。

太远的路。。让人厌倦
充电的来源。。。还很远


坚持。

pasar malam

forgot how long ago...
i havent been to pasar malam ..

miss the food~~the ais kacang...the snack..shoes..bag...
walking around with one direction..
even felt pack..but..kinda miss that now..

imaging i m walking on the middle of stalls..
with all the noise..songs from cetak rompak..
"buble tea" on my right hand..
wondering what should i tried later..
"lok lok" or "asam laksa"?

i wish~~~~i can be there in the next minute~
yes, is impossible...

still~~~
the picture..all around my head...
one year plus~not even think of that before.. why now???
haiz..
so crazy~~
in a sudden...love you so much!! PASAR MALAM

gitmy2009>>PENCIL>>

看到朋友的POSTout。。
以铅笔为题材的VIDEO。。

来来去去。。。都在那儿。。。
有很多用处啦。。
比钢笔实用等。。

比喻成百变的东西。。
连生命也加进故事里。。


说来，那也不过是一支笔。。
外面是木，里面是铅。。

用于记录的文具。。除了它，更多更好的都可以代替过去。。
甚至有那么一天。。它会消失，绝灭。。

这么普通的文具。。用什么才能让它与众不同呢。。

没特别的。。因为它是普通。。是平凡不过。。
特别的。。也是如此的平凡。。
又或者说，太处处可见。。

那是种方便，
留下的痕迹再乱都擦得掉。。
相对的，
那是种脆弱，
就算再完美，也不过如烟。。

偏偏，它是那么坚强。。
一划一笔的创造着记忆。。

倔强的证明它的存在。。

当天要黑了。。

下午总是无聊。。
不想读书。。
没心情看戏。。

逼自己作功课。。
托来托去。。。
懒到。。

好想去透透气。。

吹吹风。。

又一天

在万隆多一天。。
多一夜的寒冷。。
多一次的宁静。

看这承重到不行的考卷。。
那年的他们，还不是经历过这些。。

东看西看。。只有“压抑”两个字。。

摇了摇头，这只是开始“压抑”的第一天
还有多十四天。。加多格外一天跳跃七天后的下下周~

如果考试们都听懂人话
要对它们说什么呢

“来吧~”。。（好勇哦，都还没准备）
不用讲，它都会来嘛。。

“去吧”。。希望它来得快，去得也快。。

“啊！！！！”这将会是每天愉快的呐喊。。

嗯，视线要回到头痛的爱人们~
噢~~书啊书。。字啊字。。
请你们飘到我脑里。。呆多两个星期。。

总神们~要保佑多点。。

完美+衡量

定义是衡量的。。
用尺。用眼睛。用心。用感觉。。

依个人所为吧。。

女人总喜欢问
“你爱我吗？”

男人会回：爱

女人又会问“多爱阿？”

就算回答无数遍。。她还是会问。。

爱要多少才算深。。
靠感觉。。
靠信赖。。
靠牺牲。。

是吗？

人不是都爱追求完美。。

但，
总觉得
再这样或那样。。
可以更好些。。

满足。
在每一分钟的现在，成长着。。。

我觉得，

每一样细小缺口。。。小习惯。。。
最最不起眼的。。
可能就是你要的依靠。。

在不完美里面
只属于你的完美。。