I didn't expect any answer or reply anymore...
Yeah, i was over sensitive i assume...
But now i wake up already, i am nothing more than just a normal friends...
I get my answer already, thanks ^^
Taiwan Day 6
11 years ago
Tuesday, 16 June 2009
分生
一个我像不会累 一直往前
一个我动弹不得 伤心欲绝
我不确定几个我 住在心里面
偶尔像敌人 偶尔像姊妹
一个我在网路上 朋友一堆
一个我在房间里 独自面对
灰色的音乐 塞满黑夜 High的想麻醉
好让翻搅的胃 安静一点 忘了全世界
分裂前的热泪 分裂后的冷眼
越爱谁 越防备 像只脆弱的刺猬
分裂中的心碎 分裂后的假面
不快乐 不伤悲 情绪埋藏成了壁垒 等待爆裂
一个我相信用心 会被感觉
一个我大喊真心 会被欺骗
开始的热烈 不停奉献 后来剩决裂
谎言吞噬了心 带来刺痛 撕裂的蜕变
分裂前的热泪 分裂后的冷眼
越爱谁 越防备 像只脆弱的刺猬
分裂中的心碎 分裂后的假面
不快乐 不伤悲 情绪埋藏成了壁垒 等待爆裂
分裂前的热泪 分裂后的冷眼
越爱谁 越防备 像只脆弱的刺猬
分裂中的心碎 分裂后的假面
不快乐 不伤悲 情绪埋藏成了壁垒 等待爆裂
一个我动弹不得 伤心欲绝
我不确定几个我 住在心里面
偶尔像敌人 偶尔像姊妹
一个我在网路上 朋友一堆
一个我在房间里 独自面对
灰色的音乐 塞满黑夜 High的想麻醉
好让翻搅的胃 安静一点 忘了全世界
分裂前的热泪 分裂后的冷眼
越爱谁 越防备 像只脆弱的刺猬
分裂中的心碎 分裂后的假面
不快乐 不伤悲 情绪埋藏成了壁垒 等待爆裂
一个我相信用心 会被感觉
一个我大喊真心 会被欺骗
开始的热烈 不停奉献 后来剩决裂
谎言吞噬了心 带来刺痛 撕裂的蜕变
分裂前的热泪 分裂后的冷眼
越爱谁 越防备 像只脆弱的刺猬
分裂中的心碎 分裂后的假面
不快乐 不伤悲 情绪埋藏成了壁垒 等待爆裂
分裂前的热泪 分裂后的冷眼
越爱谁 越防备 像只脆弱的刺猬
分裂中的心碎 分裂后的假面
不快乐 不伤悲 情绪埋藏成了壁垒 等待爆裂
阿密特
张惠妹 (阿妹) - 6月26日将发行新专辑 《阿密特》 ，阿密特 A- MIT，是张惠妹的卑南族名字；张惠妹的分身。 更确切来说，她是从 『张惠妹』 这个音乐品牌分身而出的新音乐意识，强调言之有物的音乐态度，不同的音乐呈现方式。
但，意识并不具体存在，也不需固定逻辑形象，阿密特就是 【只为歌唱而活，只为音乐而生】 的歌手。
《分生》 这首歌是赤裸的自我剖析。
阿密特用直接、略带嘶吼的声线诠释出自我人格相互拉扯的复杂与矛盾，在抒情摇滚曲风编制下带出酝酿分，阳台防盗栏杆外已经飘起了雨。
盆子在阳台的右角，雨水先落在窗前铁栏杆再顺着花草的叶脉滴到盆子的土壤里。
吮吸起左裂到完全爆发的情绪状态。
阿密特还特别邀请本尊张惠妹参与MV演出，已概念式拍摄手法真实呈现歌词意境，也让大家看到从张惠妹分身成阿密特的变化过程，更清楚。
Friday, 12 June 2009
活着让你好好爱我！！！
这是一个真实的故事……
一天一个男孩送给他的女朋友一台汉显传呼机，温柔的对她说：“我以后再也不怕找不到你了。”女孩调皮的说：“如果我离开这座城市，你就呼不到我了。”男孩得意的摇摇头：“我可是办了漫游的，无论你走到哪里我都会呼到你”
女孩问他的传呼号是什么，男孩说：“这是爱情专线，号码不公开。”从此女孩每天都把它带在身边，一刻也不离开。在一个 阳光明媚，让人有一份好的不得了的心情的周末，女孩只留了一张字条给父母，坐上汽车奔向邻近的县城游玩，但是没有人知道女孩正走向一场灾难。
女孩县城玩了一天，拖着沉沉的脚步找到一间带淋浴的小旅馆。一走进房间，女孩迫不及待的走进浴室，想洗去一身的疲惫。当女孩正准备脱衣服的时候，脚下一阵晃动，她急忙扶住一根铁管，心想错觉吗？但是当第二次晃动，女孩知道这不是错觉。 跟随第二次的晃动中还带有急促和沉闷的断裂声，女孩的全身开始颤栗，她知道可怕的地震来了，随着第三第四次的更加猛烈的震动，无边的黑暗和无边的恐惧把女孩紧紧的包裹起来女孩象一只受伤的野兽，拼命的放声号叫，拼命的拍打、撕咬浴室的门板。然而一切都是徒劳，女孩无力的蜷缩在阴凉冷漠的地上。
不知过了多久，忽然腰间一阵颤动，是呼机。女孩匆匆的摘下它，在黑暗中摸索着按到了键子，即看到了绿色的光芒：“林先生请你七点钟到老地方见面。”读着这句话，女孩的泪水又一次涌出来，滑过嘴角。咸咸涩涩的。想着电话那边的他，女孩又再一次尝试着走出困境，但是是再一次的徒劳与绝望。女孩跌坐在地上，把自己缩成一团，眼睛盯着呼机的屏幕。
不知过了多久，女孩睡着了，又不知过了多久，呼机再一次在女孩的手中颤动了：“林先生问你在哪里，请速回电话。”女孩再一次的流下眼泪，我想告诉你我在哪里，但是我办不到啊。渐渐的女孩平静了下来，面对无法挽回的死亡，女孩不知道自己还能做什么。
呼机第三次震动：“去了你家，看到你留下的字条，请火速回家。”女孩的心又开始躁动。呼机第四震动：“我听到广播，知道你那里发生了什么，相信你此时正拿着呼机读我的话，我们很快会见面的。”似乎有一缕曙光在女孩的眼前闪过。女孩期待呼机第五次的震动 ，此时的呼机成了他生命唯一的寄托。
时间一分一秒的过去了，呼机象一个疲惫的孩子一样睡着了。终于第五次的震动来了：“我去找你，车不通，想尽各种办法，还是无功而返。我相信你不会出问题的，你是一个聪明又好运的女孩。我等待你的归来！”第六次，第七次。。。。女孩在男孩一次又一次的传呼 中度过了一个又一个恐惧与绝望的时刻，不知不觉已经两天两夜了。
死亡的阴影越来越紧的箍住女孩的全身，仿佛看到自己体内的鲜血和肌肉正被一条黑色的巨蛇一口一口贪婪的吞噬。女孩觉得自己快不行了，连哭泣的力量都没有了，她的思想开始混乱，感觉自己正在往下沉，就在沉到底的时候，呼机第三十八次，也许第四十八次，五十八次震动起来，那震动象磁铁一样，牢牢的吸住了女孩体内残余的所有能量：“我们什么时候结婚？举行哪些仪式？从现在开始我们分别设想一下，日后评出最佳方案。”
结婚，婚礼，实在是太诱人了，女孩陷入了遐想之中。海底婚礼，象鱼一样自由自在穿梭在海洋世界；跳伞婚礼，与白云并肩飞在空中……女孩再一次振作起来，是啊，人生那么美好，又有多少美好的人生的等着我呢。第六十次，第六十一次。
男孩一次又一次的向女孩传呼，一次又一次的给女孩 注入生命的活力；一次又一次的把女孩的生存信念从崩溃的边缘拉回来……
度过了漫长的四个昼夜，女孩获救了。当他看到男孩惨白的脸，火一样的眼睛，一下子明白了世间最为珍贵的就是爱。女孩在担架上轻轻的拉着男孩的手，柔柔的说：“我是你今生的新娘”。
一天一个男孩送给他的女朋友一台汉显传呼机，温柔的对她说：“我以后再也不怕找不到你了。”女孩调皮的说：“如果我离开这座城市，你就呼不到我了。”男孩得意的摇摇头：“我可是办了漫游的，无论你走到哪里我都会呼到你”
女孩问他的传呼号是什么，男孩说：“这是爱情专线，号码不公开。”从此女孩每天都把它带在身边，一刻也不离开。在一个 阳光明媚，让人有一份好的不得了的心情的周末，女孩只留了一张字条给父母，坐上汽车奔向邻近的县城游玩，但是没有人知道女孩正走向一场灾难。
女孩县城玩了一天，拖着沉沉的脚步找到一间带淋浴的小旅馆。一走进房间，女孩迫不及待的走进浴室，想洗去一身的疲惫。当女孩正准备脱衣服的时候，脚下一阵晃动，她急忙扶住一根铁管，心想错觉吗？但是当第二次晃动，女孩知道这不是错觉。 跟随第二次的晃动中还带有急促和沉闷的断裂声，女孩的全身开始颤栗，她知道可怕的地震来了，随着第三第四次的更加猛烈的震动，无边的黑暗和无边的恐惧把女孩紧紧的包裹起来女孩象一只受伤的野兽，拼命的放声号叫，拼命的拍打、撕咬浴室的门板。然而一切都是徒劳，女孩无力的蜷缩在阴凉冷漠的地上。
不知过了多久，忽然腰间一阵颤动，是呼机。女孩匆匆的摘下它，在黑暗中摸索着按到了键子，即看到了绿色的光芒：“林先生请你七点钟到老地方见面。”读着这句话，女孩的泪水又一次涌出来，滑过嘴角。咸咸涩涩的。想着电话那边的他，女孩又再一次尝试着走出困境，但是是再一次的徒劳与绝望。女孩跌坐在地上，把自己缩成一团，眼睛盯着呼机的屏幕。
不知过了多久，女孩睡着了，又不知过了多久，呼机再一次在女孩的手中颤动了：“林先生问你在哪里，请速回电话。”女孩再一次的流下眼泪，我想告诉你我在哪里，但是我办不到啊。渐渐的女孩平静了下来，面对无法挽回的死亡，女孩不知道自己还能做什么。
呼机第三次震动：“去了你家，看到你留下的字条，请火速回家。”女孩的心又开始躁动。呼机第四震动：“我听到广播，知道你那里发生了什么，相信你此时正拿着呼机读我的话，我们很快会见面的。”似乎有一缕曙光在女孩的眼前闪过。女孩期待呼机第五次的震动 ，此时的呼机成了他生命唯一的寄托。
时间一分一秒的过去了，呼机象一个疲惫的孩子一样睡着了。终于第五次的震动来了：“我去找你，车不通，想尽各种办法，还是无功而返。我相信你不会出问题的，你是一个聪明又好运的女孩。我等待你的归来！”第六次，第七次。。。。女孩在男孩一次又一次的传呼 中度过了一个又一个恐惧与绝望的时刻，不知不觉已经两天两夜了。
死亡的阴影越来越紧的箍住女孩的全身，仿佛看到自己体内的鲜血和肌肉正被一条黑色的巨蛇一口一口贪婪的吞噬。女孩觉得自己快不行了，连哭泣的力量都没有了，她的思想开始混乱，感觉自己正在往下沉，就在沉到底的时候，呼机第三十八次，也许第四十八次，五十八次震动起来，那震动象磁铁一样，牢牢的吸住了女孩体内残余的所有能量：“我们什么时候结婚？举行哪些仪式？从现在开始我们分别设想一下，日后评出最佳方案。”
结婚，婚礼，实在是太诱人了，女孩陷入了遐想之中。海底婚礼，象鱼一样自由自在穿梭在海洋世界；跳伞婚礼，与白云并肩飞在空中……女孩再一次振作起来，是啊，人生那么美好，又有多少美好的人生的等着我呢。第六十次，第六十一次。
男孩一次又一次的向女孩传呼，一次又一次的给女孩 注入生命的活力；一次又一次的把女孩的生存信念从崩溃的边缘拉回来……
度过了漫长的四个昼夜，女孩获救了。当他看到男孩惨白的脸，火一样的眼睛，一下子明白了世间最为珍贵的就是爱。女孩在担架上轻轻的拉着男孩的手，柔柔的说：“我是你今生的新娘”。
Time is the Essence
It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man... College, girls, career, and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved clear across the country in pursuit of his dreams. There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time to think about the past and often no time to spend with his wife and son. He was working on his future, and nothing could stop him.
Over the phone, his mother told him, 'Mr. Belser died last night. The funeral is Wednesday..' Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.
'Jack, did you hear me?'
'Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It's been so long since I thought of him. I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago,' Jack said.
'Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I saw him he'd ask how you were doing. He'd reminisce about the many days you spent over 'his side of the fence' as he put it,' Mom told him.
'I loved that old house he lived in,' Jack said.
'You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure you had a man's influence in your life,' she said.
'He's the one who taught me carpentry,' he said. 'I wouldn't be in this business if it weren't for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important...Mom, I'll be there for the funeral,' Jack said.
As busy as he was, he kept his word... Jack caught the next flight to his hometown. Mr. Belser's funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.
The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time. Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time. The house was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of furniture......Jack stopped suddenly.
'What's wrong, Jack?' his Mom asked..
'The box is gone,' he said
'What box?' Mom asked.
'There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk.. I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever tell me was 'the thing I value most,' Jack said.
It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it.
'Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him,' Jack said. 'I better get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom.'
It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died. Returning home from work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. 'Signature required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within the next three days,' the note read.
Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The wrapping was old and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago.. The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention. 'Mr. Harold Belser' it read.
Jack took the package out to his car and ripped it open. There inside was the gold box and an envelope.
Jack's hands shook as he read the note inside the envelope. 'Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett. It's the thing I valued most in my life.' A small key was taped to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch.
Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover. Inside he found these words engraved:
'Jack, Thanks for your time! -Harold Belser.'
'The thing he valued most was....my time' Jack told himself disbelievingly.
Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his appointments for the next two days.
'Why?' Janet, his assistant asked.
'I need some time to spend with my son,' he said.
'Oh, by the way, Janet, thanks for your time!'
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away!
Over the phone, his mother told him, 'Mr. Belser died last night. The funeral is Wednesday..' Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.
'Jack, did you hear me?'
'Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It's been so long since I thought of him. I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago,' Jack said.
'Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I saw him he'd ask how you were doing. He'd reminisce about the many days you spent over 'his side of the fence' as he put it,' Mom told him.
'I loved that old house he lived in,' Jack said.
'You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure you had a man's influence in your life,' she said.
'He's the one who taught me carpentry,' he said. 'I wouldn't be in this business if it weren't for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important...Mom, I'll be there for the funeral,' Jack said.
As busy as he was, he kept his word... Jack caught the next flight to his hometown. Mr. Belser's funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.
The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time. Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time. The house was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of furniture......Jack stopped suddenly.
'What's wrong, Jack?' his Mom asked..
'The box is gone,' he said
'What box?' Mom asked.
'There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk.. I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever tell me was 'the thing I value most,' Jack said.
It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it.
'Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him,' Jack said. 'I better get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom.'
It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died. Returning home from work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. 'Signature required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within the next three days,' the note read.
Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The wrapping was old and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago.. The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention. 'Mr. Harold Belser' it read.
Jack took the package out to his car and ripped it open. There inside was the gold box and an envelope.
Jack's hands shook as he read the note inside the envelope. 'Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett. It's the thing I valued most in my life.' A small key was taped to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch.
Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover. Inside he found these words engraved:
'Jack, Thanks for your time! -Harold Belser.'
'The thing he valued most was....my time' Jack told himself disbelievingly.
Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his appointments for the next two days.
'Why?' Janet, his assistant asked.
'I need some time to spend with my son,' he said.
'Oh, by the way, Janet, thanks for your time!'
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away!
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