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All these things should make me happy
Make me happy to be home again
All these things should make me happy
Make me happy to be alone again
Got myself a bottle of red wine
Got a night of nothing else to do
I think I might know
What I really want
But is a brighter discontent
The best that I could hope to find?
Got a big black television set
Now I can watch just what I want
But I’m here staring up
At pictures on the wall
And where are you,
You’re still stuck inside them all
All these things should make me happy
Make me happy to be home again
All these things should make me happy
Make me happy to be alone again
But love is not these belongings
That surround me
Though there’s meaning
In the memories they hold
A breaking heart in an empty apartment
Was the loudest sound I never heard
Got a desk I’ll write myself a note
Pretending that it came from you
On hotel stationary
From the time we first met
Whatever I can do cause
I won’t throw my hands up yet
All these things should make me happy
Make me happy to be home again
All these things should make me happy
Make me happy to be alone again
But love is not these belongings
That surround you
Though there’s meaning
In the memories they hold
A breaking heart in an empty apartment
Was the loudest sound I never heard
Well I’ll be find if
I dont look around me now
Too much for what’s gone
If only I can wait here just a little while
And let time pass in my room
hjg
I’ve got money in my pocket,
I like the color of my hair.
I’ve got a friend who loves me,
Got a house, I’ve got a car.
I’ve got a good mother,
and her voice is what keeps me here.
Feet on ground,
Heart in hand,
Facing forward,
Be yourself.
I’ve never wanted anything.
No I’ve, no I’ve, I’ve never wanted anything,
so bad..(so bad).
Cardboard masks of all the people I’ve been
Thrown out, with all the rusted, tangled
dented God Damned miseries!!
You could say I’m hard to hold,
But if you knew me you’d know,
I’ve got a good father,
And his strength is what makes me cry.
Feet on ground,
Heart in hand,
Facing forward,
Be yourself.
I’ve never wanted anything,
No I’ve, no I’ve, I’ve never
wanted anything so bad..(so bad).
I’ve got money in my pockets,
I like the color of my hair.
I’ve got a friend who loves me,
Got a house, I’ve got a car.
I’ve got a good mother,
and her voice is what keeps me here.
Feet on ground,
Heart in hand,
Facing forward,
Be yourself.
Heart in hand,
Feet on ground,
Facing forward,
Be yourself.
just be yourself.
just be yourself.
Feet on ground,
Heart in hand,
Feet on ground,
Heart in hand….
好久没更新了。日子一周一周过得飞快。麻木不仁的工作。从周一就开始盼周五。从周六开始恨周一。。好在今天总算不那么平凡。
今天信箱里莫名的收到了两张圣诞卡片。一张是从另一个提供我们公司oem 软件的公司。。一张是从Japan的同事FAE。。。虽然不是十分personal的卡片。但还是一阵莫名的感动。梭梭的纸张。草草的笔迹。绝不是一串010101所可以代替的。。从刚会写字开始。每到一年的这几天。都会被老妈拖住。认认真真的给她的亲戚朋友发明信片。。那时候小啊。而且写的巨认真。 所以一晚上写几十张明信片绝对比想象中要痛苦许多。。还有当时迷恋鞠萍姐姐。。每年都会给她邮寄贺卡。。而且还是手工制作的。。后来还真有收到她的回复。。。之后上学的几年。每年都会收获数十张贺卡。这种情况一直延续到01年出国的时候才有结束。。本来是想把这些贺卡和数本日记都带出来。可惜父母的旅行箱怎容许塞进去上百张他们觉得毫无意义的东西。。于是在离开的前一天。。我端了一个洗脸盆跑到楼后。烧掉了所有的一切。以为那样就可以烧掉身后的一切。。现在想想当时挺SB的。不过也挺NB的。。也许不久的将来。一定会特后悔当初的举动。。还好不是现在。还好不是现在。。。今天收到卡片后，脑袋一热有种向外邮寄贺卡的冲动。。转念间才意识到当email就是一个人的地址的时候。看似简单的东西就不那么简单了。。。虽然很难。我今年还是想试试看。。Email我你的，和你所知道的朋友地址(cefiro_cool@hotmail.com)。我一定会争取在新年前送过去一张卡片。。不管你在时间的哪个角落。
这两天我们这儿总会下雨。听说北加州的冬天就是这样。缠缠绵绵的一直下到二月。 打电话回Toronto才知道TO早已经大雪封门了。习惯了那种冷冷的日子。对这种一件T-shirt的冬天一点都不感冒。。同事们一个个都病倒了。。冻感冒了。。工作的时候可以一直听到附近的人打喷嚏。擤鼻涕。。God, 就该把这些人放到TO冻几天。冻透了就不这么得瑟了。
几年前NBA因为罢工有一个缩水赛季。NHL干脆因为罢工一年没有打。。今年轮到美剧了。。以为罢工。几乎所有美剧都有受影响。。HERO 在Ep11的时候结束了seasonII Despterate housewives在第九集之后也不排了。Office也已断档。。Lost还没开播就有停机的危险。。CSI， Grey’s Anatomy等估计也蹦不了几天了。。。。鬼知道圣诞后一直到5月这些日子各个电视台要考什么来吃饭？今年注定是一个悲伤的一年。先是听说 The Office制作团队被NBC拿掉。。今后看到看不到The office还都难说。。 CSI： LV里的Sara走了。虽然她丑到怎么化妆都很丑。但她的离开使得CSI LV一下子不那么完整。。。。Chandler‘s去年的新剧 Studio 60也要停了。原因不明=_=!. 。 D.H.里龙卷风后当Lynette发现自己的一切都埋在废墟下的时候。撕心裂肺的哭声也是让人很是悲哀。不过今年D.H.的Ep6实在是拍的太好了。整个最后10min一阵的煽情。。无敌的感人。。。。。。比较而言，Hero finale有些扯蛋。杀Niki杀的不明不白。。Prison Break里杀Sarah就更无语了。弄得PB连个结尾都没有。就这么不明不白的被but了。总之这两年各大电视台一定是不好过了。新剧撑不起门面。。老剧又一个个倒下。。
PS。听过国内猪肉石油疯涨。听一个朋友说现在加油不但要排队。而且还限量。。加满一tank要好几百不说。。还掺杂无数醇类。。啥都不说了。希望在国内挣扎的能好好过上年。。手里的股票都翻啊翻。。
在网上看怀念CSI Sara的帖子。配的是一首叫Walk Away的曲子。无敌了。。
Oh no- here comes that sun again.
And (that) means another day without you my friend.
And it hurts me to look into the mirror at myself.
And it hurts even more to have to be with somebody else.
And it’s so hard to do and so easy to say.
But sometimes – sometimes,
you just have to walk away – walk away.
With so many people to love in my life, why do I worry about one?
But you put the happy in my ness, you put the good times into my fun.
And it’s so hard to do and so easy to say.
But sometimes – sometimes,
you just have to walk away – walk away and head for the door.
We’ve tried the goodbye so many days.
We walk in the same direction so that we could never stray.
They say if you love somebody than you have got to set them free,
but I would rather be locked to you than live in this pain and misery.
They say time will make all this go away,
but it’s time that has taken my tomorrows and turned them into yesterdays.
And once again that rising sun is droppin’ on down
And once again, you my friend, are nowhere to be found.
And it’s so hard to do and so easy to say.
But sometimes, sometimes you just have to walk away, walk away and head for the door.
You just walk away – walk away – walk away.
You just walk away, walk on, turn and head for the door
