life's mean reds.

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i wished i had the words to cheer you up. i wish there was something, anything that i could do to make that resigned, disappointed tone of yours go away. i hate feeling so helpless when listening to you. those moments of silence when i could feel that you wanted to draw some sort of comfort from me that i simply cannot give makes my heart wince.it's not the first time, and perhaps that's what's making it hurt even more--two parties knowing the futility of it all but still carrying on with an act for reasons that elude me. i wish i could say that it hurts and upsets me because you mean the world to me, but i would be lying. for i know what a selfish person i am inside. i am just afraid to lose my heart again. i am afraid to get myself too involved again. i am too lousy a conversationalist to keep your spirits up and talking to you just makes me feel lousier about myself. or maybe, i am just too lazy to care less. and it's with this same selfishness that i unintentionally...

i never enjoyed taking photographs for the simple reason that i am vain.so you can guess what a terribly tiring process it is for me to pose for a picture after having to making sure that im on the right side(ie the more photogentic side of my face), my fat thighs are nicely hidden by a cushion of some sort, i mustnt just have had my hair cut(cos for some reason it is ALWAYS screwed up after i return from the hairdresser) and the list goes on. and when i finally get down to take the picture, it's down to another long process. (no thanks to technology) ha, yes cos with the digital camera (see im not prehistoric k!), i can go on forever like this. take a picture, run to the cameraman, look at the picture just taken, scruntinised every part of my body, then go something like this "ahh! my hair is so messy!" or "ahh, can see my double chin!" or "cannot cannot, this one can see my pimple and my eyes are closed!" haha yes, you get the idea. then, yes, no pr...

reading this in the papers today amused me. Fearing Crime, Japanese Wear the Hiding Place Though street crime is relatively low in Japan, quirky camouflage designs like this vending-machine dress are being offered to an increasingly anxious public to hide from would-be assailants. an extract from the new york times, "Ms. Aya Tsukioka, a 29-year-old experimental fashion designer, lifted a flap on her skirt to reveal a large sheet of cloth printed in bright red with a soft drink logo partly visible. By holding the sheet open and stepping to the side of the road, she showed how a woman walking alone could elude pursuers — by disguising herself as a vending machine." can u tell which is a fake vending machine? pretty obvious to me(see the feet jutting out)hmm.would be quite scary to see that at night wont it? haa. okay i have no idea why i find this so terribly amusing but everytime i read about it, my mind conjures up an image of streets filled with these psuedo vending machines...

突然间有种莫名的伤感涌进了我的心头里。

ahh help me it's harder to get over sammi than i thought it would be:/

this is dedicated to my dearest sammi, the last diva they call her. thank you for not disappointing me tonight. thank you for putting your heart and soul into this performance. i might not understand cantonese, i might not have a clue to half the words you uttered throughout the concert, but i could feel your passion for music, for dancing, i could feel the love you have for the people around you, i could feel your joy, having had been able to do what you love, after a 2 year absence. it's like the whole stage was yours, doing what you do as usual--being yourself. you weren't afraid to laugh at yourself, to dare to be different, to share your struggles and your faith. you were a great singer tonight, sammi. and a great singer isnt just one who has a voice that can melt the hardest hearts, not just one who has all the smooth moves and gets the center of all attention, but rather, the one who inspires. thank you for all that tonight. it would take alot from me to forget such a be...