i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

i always end fully recharged for the week ahead.

ready for new challenges, and new trials that will come my way.

this week there are three new songs on my itouch,

all from mister 言承旭 Jerry

all ballads.

pretty good.

my music really regulates my emotion,

they give me a healthy dose of happiness, sadness and nostalgia.

the one emotion i don't indulge in through music is anger.

angry music has a message, but it is not a solution, and not an end to an anger,

on the contrary, the creation of angry music preserves the anger,

and reignites it whenever you hear it.

which is why, i dont like angry music.

nevertheless, diversity is something to be celebrated

and no music taste is bad.

i did more thinking this week,

and i feel like i am actively taking a step forward,

in the right direction.

regardless of the strain,

and the struggle to define the world around me.

to pick and choose what i should believe

and to reject false arguments.

i feel the remnants of who i am, still there.

today i just realized,

that no.

i hope i haven't changed too much.

i hope that the ugliness in me is changing into something more beautiful,

but that what was originally there, what was special.

stays.

and yesterday, when we were talking..

talking about you.

i think... we're leaving you behind.

and i hope one day, you realize

how selfish.

and how ugly those words are.

even if you meant for them to be beautiful.

if not for me, for the countless others who make your life what it is.

and with that,

comes my gratitude to the many many faces,

that have been there and passed on.

that have smiled at me, and then looked by.

for hands that have held mine, and waved away.

for feet that ran with mine, and continued on past my finish line.

life is full of people who pass you by.

who walk in, and walk out.

and leave something different.

there is no anger, there is no blame.

there is regret, and there is the unwillingness to let go.

and even if the future runs by in parallel lines,

there was once a point of convergence, and for that

thankyou.

always and always.

i hope you realize this, someday too.

otherwise.

you'll always be stuck.

but onto pleasanter things.

retreat is next week.

reading week.

can't wait for the break.

lyric of the day: jumped out at me as i crossed the street.

有時候

我在想

留在你身邊是愛你

还是愛上陪伴

- 習慣兩個人