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看 得 出 这 是 啥 字 ？

想你，狗狗

"Home"

Another summer day

Has come and gone away

In Paris and Rome

But I wanna go home

Mmmmmmmm

May be surrounded by

A million people

IStill feel all alone

I just wanna go home

Oh, I miss you,

you know

And I’ve been keeping all the letters

that I wrote to you

Each one a line or two

“I’m fine baby, how are you?”

Well I would send them

but I know that it’s just not enough

My words were cold and flat

And you deserve more than that

Another aeroplaneAnother sunny place

I’m lucky, I know

But I wanna go home

Mmmm,

I’ve got to go home

Let me go home

I’m just too far from where you are

I wanna come home

And I feel just like I’m living someone else’s life

It’s like I just stepped outside

When everything was going right

And I know just why you could notCome along with me

'Cause this was not your dream

But you always believed in me

Another winter day has come

And gone away

In even Paris and Rome

And I wanna go home

Let me go home

And I’m surrounded byA million people

IStill feel all alone

Oh,

let me go home

Oh,

I miss you, you know

Let me go home

I’ve had my runBaby,

I’m doneI gotta go home

Let me go homeIt will all be all right

I’ll be home tonight

I’m coming back home

如果。。

一早，心情就差那么一点点就掉进谷底．
原来哦，名字，是真的不可以乱取的．

刚才，路经某某的部落格，
发现一个，名为“蝌蚪”的格友，

在某某的部落格里泼了一杯小冷水；
我不是很清楚这杯冷水有多冷；冷到可以为之清醒．．

蝌蚪呀蝌蚪，这杯水有多冷？能解渴吗？
蝌蚪呀蝌蚪，同名同姓的人很多，对不对？

不懂你的人，会不会以为，你是以前的我？？
不懂你的人，这个蝌蚪不是我、不是以前曾经因为迷路，而没顶在一池秋湖水里的我．．．

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某某的某一天，翻开早报，

赫然看到“笔心”两个子显现在副刊里；
此“笔心”负责把当天的佳句,摘录在副刊的一个显眼、又不是很显眼的角落里．．
哗．．这个“笔心”不是盖的,

是货真价实，真材实料的“笔心" !!

懂我的人,肯定知道我只是来自外太空的，丝毫没有份量的笔心．．
懂我的人,也肯定不久前知道我就是简简单单的住在新加坡中部的笔心．．

如果．．．如果早知道
如果．．．如果早发现，
我就不叫蝌蚪；
我就不叫笔心；

如果．．．
唉．．．．　
如果,已经没有如果了.

Starry ,Starry Night

Lyrics and Music:
Don McLean, Vincent 1971.

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 fields 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...



摘录自网络：『靠近你，温暖我』[心海漫波] 两生一世

作者：紫叙

我想梵高一定是个微笑疯狂的男子，他偏执而又极端地用一生想法去追逐一些什么，僻如爱，僻如阳光，僻如艺术。他所需的追求，在高高在上的上帝面前只相当于一个孩子不停地向成人去要那颗被认为仅仅是用来装饰盘面的糖果，在遭到拒绝时，他就豪无顾忌的哭了。上帝烦了，一挥手，给了他才华横溢，却忘了给他爱与阳光。甚至是能欣赏他的人。

于是他不被理解地奔跑着挥动着画笔，他的一生就是在奔跑与画笔中的彻头彻尾的宣泄。他的爱是对向日葵的疯狂，他的爱是早已被注定无法触及的禁区，是近似于一种大声呼救却又四壁无援的绝望，在街头人们看着这个神情模糊的中年男子哭了，笑了，疯了，癫了，狂了，没有反应。在生硬的空气里，他已不知道怎样包裹住自己，就只好索性毫无保留的宣泄出来，于是他的画就有了一种感情色彩，是一种愤怒，是一种呐喊，是一种渴望，是一种抗争。然而，这一切，在命中注定这四个字面却又显得那么的苍白与无力。他割掉了自己的耳朵，那是真的，在疼与疼之间，他努力着尽力着让自己保持对信仰的清醒。没人能懂，所有人都认为他是个疯子，甚至要求把他送入疯人院，而他的画呢？到死也没有一家咖啡馆愿意展出，在绝望中他朝自已的腹部开了一枪，在医生赶来时，他笑了说：“看来，这次，我又没有干好！”
　　　　　　
是的，在这个世界上，没有人能真正的成为上帝的宠儿，梵高死了，死在了绝望和旷世的孤独中，即使他活在现在，知道了他画的每一幅在现在都价值连城，连出生地荷兰，法国都争相把他当做自已的国民。这又能如何呢？这一切在尘封了百年的伤口上；已没有了意义。毕竟没有人能真正的走进去。没有人能完整得走出来，没有人对梵高的疯狂与孤独的淡黄色的忧郁中添上一笔爱与阳光。然而回日葵安逸中的狂野与野性毫无象征性地鄙视着那些花高价到博物馆，盯着自已的一双双冷漠而又挑剔的眼神，一如梵高死时的目光，冷了，却又在燃烧。

乳=小?

一早，在别个博客里读到的一则冷笑话，。。。

一小学老师在和学生解释 "乳" 字的含义：
乳即是小的意思，比如乳鸽、乳猪等，要求小明用乳字造句。
小明：“因为现在房价太高了，所以我家只能买得起50平方米的乳房。”
老师飙冷汗，说：“再造一个。”
小明 : “我年纪太小，连一米宽的乳沟都跳不过去。”
老师再飙冷汗，说：“再造一个。”
小明：“老师我真的想不出来了，我的乳头都快要想破了！”
“老师老师，有了，有了，下次你叫我乳明好了。。”
老师已晕倒在地上！


阅读愉快O ！！ ^0^

房祖名－最动听

房祖名，一个羞涩的男生。在妈妈林凤娇的呵护下长大。

应该是专注的在唱“最动听”吧？

昨天晚上我又梦见你

在梦里我看见

很美的东西

可能是在睡前想过你

才会梦见你

在梦里

我常常寻寻觅觅寻找着你

是梦而已

在现实里我曾经问过自己是否爱你

还是个游戏

我想要看见你的眼睛

听见你的声音

不管多小声我会用心地听

不管多小声

多小声

我也会用心

用意

在意地听

我想要看见你的眼睛

听见你的声音

不管多小声我会用心地听

不管多小声

多小声

因你的声音

在我心

是最为动听

记忆

观赏了一场“温拿33”演唱会。

把昨晚的醉心记忆都记放在心里了。

心情

今天的心情是阴霾的。
不知道明义法师的心情又是如何了。。

决定给“亲亲”好好的打扮一下，
今晚美美的抱它回家团聚去；

心情应该高兴才对。。。

留不住。。

亲亲，

我想了好久,

你知道吗？

我想，我是自私的。。

心乱得很。

是取还是舍？

请你告诉我。。

因为，我不喜欢做取舍。。

那天，

还没踏进家门，

用轻轻的脚步，深怕把你吵醒。。

却在门缝边，

第一次，听到你低声的在哭泣。。

是在想我吗？

等待，知道不是好滋味。。

我快快的抽出了锁匙，

急促的心跳，

为了不想再让你久等，

我竟接二连三的把锁开大厅门的钥匙掉落在地上。。

哭泣声，停了。

我知道，你已经察觉我回来了。。

那是我第一次知道，

你用轻轻的哀哭方式等我回来；

你哭了多久？

打从我每天早晨出门后？

你哭了多少天？

打从我陪你回来的那一天？

我以为，我给你一间若大的客厅，

你就快乐了。。

我也以为，你的睡梦边有我的呵护,

你就满足了。。

但是，你却从来没告诉过我，

那一室空荡荡的大厅，

装满了你的寂寞。。。

直到那天，

我偷听到你的哭泣声。。

我知道，我留不住你了。。

lyrics > Teardrops On My Guitar

Drew looks at me, I fake a smile so he won't see
That I want and I need everything that we should be
I'll bet she's beautiful, that girl he talks about
And she's got everything that I have to live without

Drew talks to me, I laugh cause it's just so funny
That I can't even see anyone when he's with me
He says he's so in love, he's finally got it right,
I wonder if he knows he's all I think about at night

[Chorus:]

He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star
He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do

Drew walks by me, can he tell that I can't breathe?
And there he goes, so perfectly,
The kind of flawless I wish I could be
She'd better hold him tight, give him all her love
Look in those beautiful eyes and know she's lucky cause

[Repeat Chorus]

So I drive home alone, as I turn out the light
I'll put his picture down and maybe
Get some sleep tonight

He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only one who's got enough of me to break my heart
He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do
He's the time taken up, but there's never enough
And he's all that I need to fall into..

Drew looks at me, I fake a smile so he won't see.

空

给自己换了个名字：笔心
也给自己塗了四个字；
最喜欢　空　。

人生，到头来，
不就是以空来谢幕吗？


今天，终于病倒了。。

Love Me ~ By Collin Raye

I read a note my Grandma wrote back in 1923

Grandpa kept it in his coat, and he showed it once to me

He said,

"Boy, you might not understand, but a long, long time ago,

Grandma's daddy didn't like me none, but I love your Grandma so.

We had this crazy plan to meet and run away together

Get married in the first town we came to and live forever

But nailed to the tree where we were supposed to meet instead

I found this letter,

and this is what it said :

"If you get there before I do

Don't give up on me

I'll meet you when my chores are through

I don't know how long I'll be

But I'm not gonna let you down

Darling wait and see And between now and then

Til I see you again I'll be loving you Love, Me."

I read those words just hours before my Grandma passed away

In the doorway of the church

where me and Grandpa stopped to pray

I know I've never seen him cry in all my fifteen years

But as he said these words to her,

his eyes fill up with tears

"If you get there before I do

Don't give up on me

I'll meet you when my chores are through

I don't know how long I'll be

But I'm not gonna let you down

Darling wait and see And between now and then

Til I see you again I'll be loving you Love, Me."