Sui ran jing chang meng jian ni
Hai shi hao wu tou xu
Wai mian zheng zai xia zhe yu
Jing tian shi xing qi ji
BUT I DON'T KNOW ni qu na li
# Sui ran bu ceng huai yi ni
Hai shi tan te bu ding
Shui shi ni de na ge wei yi
Yuan liang wo huai yi zi ji
CHORUS
Wo ming bai Wo yao de ai
Hui ba wo chong huai
Xiang yi ge xiao hai Zhi dong zai ni huai li huai
Ni yao de ai Bu zhi she yi lai
Yao xiang ge da nan hai
Feng chui you ri sai
Sheng huo zi you zi zai
Sui ran jing chang meng jian ni
Hai shi hao wu tou xu
Wai mian zheng zai xia zhe yu
Jing tian shi xing qi ji
BUT I DON'T KNOW ni qu na li
# Sui ran bu ceng huai yi ni
Hai shi tan te bu ding
Shui shi ni de na ge wei yi
Yuan liang wo huai yi zi ji
CHORUS
Wo ming bai Wo yao de ai
Hui ba wo chong huai
Xiang yi ge xiao hai Zhi dong zai ni huai li huai
Ni yao de ai Bu zhi she yi lai
Yao xiang ge da nan hai
Feng chui you ri sai
Sheng huo zi you zi zai
Wo ming bai Wo yao de ai
Hui ba wo chong huai
Xiang yi ge xiao hai Zhi dong zai ni huai li huai
Ni yao de ai Bu zhi she yi lai
Yao xiang ge da nan hai
Feng chui you ri sai
Sheng huo zi you zi zai
I love this song so much..so sweet~
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Ni yao de Ai..!
Nobody's Listening
Peep the style and the kids checking for it
The number one question is
How could you ignore it
We drop right back in the cut
Over basement tracks
With raps that got you backing this up like
(rewind that)
We�re just rolling with the rhythm
Rise from the ashes of the stylistic division
With these non-stop lyrics of life living
Not to be forgotten
But still unforgiven
But in the meantime there are those who wanna
Talk this and that
So I suppose it gets to a point
Feelings gotta get hurt
And get dirty with the people spreading the dirt
(It goes)
Try to give you warning
But everyone ignores me
(Told you everything loud and clear)
But nobody�s listening
Call to you so clearly
But you don�t want to hear me
(Told you everything loud and clear)
But nobody�s listening
I got a
Heart full of pain
Head full of stress
Handful of anger
Held in my chest
And everything left is a waste of time
I hate my rhymes
(But I hate everyone else�s more)
I�m riding on the back of this pressure
Guessing that it�s better
I cant keep myself together
Because all of this stress
Gave me something to write on
The pain gave me something
I could set my sights on
You never forget the blood sweat and tears
The uphill struggle over years
The fear and the trash talking
And the people it was to
And the people that started it
Just like you
I got a
Heart full of pain
Head full of stress
Handful of anger
Held in my chest
Uphill struggle
Blood, sweat and tears
Nothing to gain
Everything to fear
(Coming at you)
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Exam's over!
it's over~ it's over~ why is it over~
i wish i could take it back~
(secondhand serenade-it's over)
ahaha...
KIDDING!!!
now i'm glad that i could focus more on my art work~
yes CFU..www.nosleeping.com!
workworkwork.nosleeping.com
A Blind Man Catches A Bird
A young man married a woman whose brother was blind. The young man was eager to get to know his new brother-in-law and so he asked him if he would like to go hunting with him. “I cannot see,” the blind man said. “But you can help me see when we are out hunting together. We can go.” The young man led the blind man off into the bush. At first they followed a path that he knew and it was easy for the blind man to tag on behind the other.
After a while, though, they went off into thicker bush, where the trees grew closely together and there were many places for animals to hide. The blind man now held on to the arm of his sighted brother-in-law and told him many things about the sounds that they had heard around them. Because he had no sight, he had a great ability to interpret the noises made by animals in the bush. “There are warthogs around,” he would say. “I can hear their noises over there.” Or, “That bird is preparing to fly. Listen to the sound of its wings unfolding.” To the brother-in-law, these sounds were meaningless, and he was most impressed at the blind man’s ability to understand the bush although it must have been for him one great darkness.
They walked on for several hours, until they reached a place where they could set their traps. The blind man followed the other’s advice, and put his trap in a place where birds might come for water. The other man put his trap a short distance away, taking care to disguise it so that no bird would know that it was there. He did not bother to disguise the blind man’s trap, as it was hot and he was eager to get home to his new wife. The blind man thought that he dad disguised his trap, but he did not see that he had failed to do so and any bird could tell that there was a trap there.
They returned to their hunting place the next day. The blind man was excited at the prospect of having caught something, and the young man had to tell him to keep quiet, or he would scare all the animals away. Even before they had reached the traps, the blind man was able to tell that they had caught something. “I can hear birds,” he said. “There are birds in the traps.” When he reached his trap, the young man saw that he had caught a small bird. He took it out of the trap and put it in a pouch that he had brought with him.
Then the two of them walked towards the blind man’s trap. “There’s a bird in it,” he said to the blind man. “You have caught a bird too.” As he spoke, he felt himself filling with jealousy. The blind man’s bird was marvelously colored, as if it had flown through a rainbow and been stained by the colors. The feathers from a bird such as that would make a fine present for his new wife, but the blind man had a wife too, and she would also want the feathers. The young man bent down and took the blind man’s bird from the trap. Then, quickly substituting his own bird, he passed it to the blind man and put the colored bird in his own pouch. “Here is your bird,” he said to the blind man. “You may put it in your pouch.” The young man reached out for the bird and took it. He felt it for a moment, his fingers passing over the wings and the breast. Then, without saying anything, he put the bird into his pouch and they began the trip home.
On their way home, the two men stopped to rest under a broad tree. As they sat there, they talked about many things. The young man was impressed with the wisdom of the blind man, who know a great deal, although he could see nothing at all. “Why do people fight with one another?” he asked the blind man.
It was a question which had always troubled him and he wondered if the blind man could give him an answer. The blind man said nothing for a few moments, but it was clear to the young man that he was thinking. Then the blind man raised his head, and it seemed to the young man as if the unseeing eyes were staring right into his soul. Quietly he gave his answer. “Men fight because they do to each other what you have just done to me.”
The words shocked the young man and made him ashamed. He tried to think of a response, but none came. Rising to his feet, he fetched his pouch, took out the brightly-colored bird and gave it back to the blind man. The blind man took the bird, felt it over with his fingers, and smiled. “Do you have any other questions for me?” he asked. “Yes,” said the young man. “How do men become friends after they have fought?” The blind man smiled again. “They do what you have just done,” he said. “That’s how they become friends again.”
Saturday, May 16, 2009
In need of all of these new dance sneakers.
This one also. *hai CFU~* XP
This is among my favourites. I will buy this one first. I really need a new dance shoes.
Till next time!
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Happy Birthday to Divy's Mom!
