I woke up in the morning and I didn't want anything, 
didn't do anything, 
couldn't do it anyway.

And at some point the struggle becomes too much. Too tiring. And you consider letting go. Allowing tragedy or whatever to happen"

When you reach for the stars, you are reaching for the farthest thing out there. When you reach deep into yourself, it is the same thing, but in the opposite direction. If you reach in both directions, you will have spanned the universe.

你快乐吗？

On my broken wings I have gone through time and space and beyond On my broken wings I have tried to fly out of reach of my tears cried On broken wings I have touched hearts Some fears and other deeper inner parts On broken wings I have traveled the dark where hurt and pain have left me so marked On broken wings I have crossed the sky landed more broken without a reason why On broken wings I sit and pray for a light or a way to heal and fly beyond my sight On broken wings I want to soar so very high and see the wonders of spirits gone by On broken wings I want to get beyond all the pain I wonder how far I can fly in all this pouring rain

Bits and pieces

For the past few days my inner self been urging me to blog. It haven occur to me that this whole time my site been so dead or maybe it's existence shows little significance. Well but here I am, back to my little diary. I could have easily wrote an essay about my life but how do I start? Things happened. part of me wishing god's got my life planned out, I wished I could do more in the past haven felt I have lived life to the fullest. As old sayings, too much things yet to little time. Good & bad, gained some lose some. Grown much.

I think that the whole point of being with someone is so you can talk to them and let go of everything; and even when you're at your worst, they still like you, they still want to speak to you and care about you.

Get it right.

What have I done? I wish I could run. 
Away from this ship going under
Just trying to help, hurt everyone else
Now I feel the weight of the world is
On my shoulders

What can you do when your good isn't good enough?
When all that you touch tumbles down?
'Cause my best intentions keep making a mess of things
I just want to fix it somehow
But how many times will it take?
Oh, how many times will it take for me?
To get it right
To get it ri-igh-ight

Can I start again with my faith shaken?
'Cause I can't go back and undo this
I just have to stay and face my mistakes
But if I get stronger and wiser
I'll get through this

What can you do when your good isn't good enough?
When all that you touch tumbles down?
'Cause my best intentions keep making a mess of things
I just wanna fix it somehow
But how many times will it take?
Oh, how many times will it take for me?
To get it right

So I throw up my fist
Throw a punch in the air
And accept the truth, that sometimes life isn't fair
Yeah, I'll send out a wish
Yeah, I'll send up a prayer
And finally, someone will see
How much I care

What can you do when your good isn't good enough?
When all that you touch tumbles down?
'Cause my best intentions keep making a mess of things
I just wanna fix it somehow
But how many times will it take?
Oh, how many times will it take?
To get it right
To get it ri-igh-ight.

One makes mistakes, gets led astray, digresses. If one could see one’s crooked progress as a kind of experiment, without wishing for an impossible security – nothing interesting happens without daring – some kind of stillness might be attained. You can, of course, experiment with your own life. But maybe you shouldn’t do it with other people’s.

男人最骄傲的不是睡过多少女人，而是能有一个女人愿意让他睡一辈子。
女人最骄傲的不是拥有多少男人，而是她的男人愿意为他拒绝多少女人。

Doubt is to certainty as neurosis is to psychosis. The neurotic is in doubt and has fears about persons and things; the psychotic has convictions and makes claims about them. In short, the neurotic has problems, the psychotic has solutions.

I'm never your angel.