Rocketful of Love.

Tree Hill is just a place somewhere in the world.
Maybe it's a lot like your world. Maybe it's nothing like it. But if you look closer, you might see someone like you. Someone trying to find their way. Someone trying to find their place. Someone trying to find their self. Sometimes it's easy to feel like you're the only one in the world who's struggling, who's frustrated, or unsatisfied, or barely getting by.

But that feeling's a lie.
And if you just hold on, just find the courage to face it all for another day, someone or something will find you and make it all okay.

Because we all need a little help sometimes:
Someone to help us hear the music in the world, to remind us that it won't always be this way.

That someone is out there. And that someone will find you.

11.14.2009
pinafore on for the last time:

i think "over" is too short a word to sum up the momentous journey that i've gone through, and "OVER!!!!!!" too conspicuous/cliche, so, in my usual beating-around-the-bush way i shall just say:

the runners are leaving.

some with bodies sagged in relief, some with heavy hearts, some with pinafore belts cinched too tight... and if you look hard enough there'll also be those with 3 blue letters clearly visible above the tops of their shoebacks.

i think i'll spend the rest of tonight marvelling at the power of the human will. joy was right, sheer will can carry you through everything AND anything, but then again, no one guaranteed fair weather for the journey. granted, we complained (Oh, the grumbles we made would put chatterboxes to shame :D ) and ranted and cried and lost a tiny bit of faith and hated the textbooks and yet still sat down to study anyway.

i guess its customary for me to list down the things i'll miss, especially when the school moves out, to list significant events that i mark my 4 years in SN by, and to thank people. but this time i'll leave that out of this post, because, really.

how do you say i love you to a school that has given you so much love it could last you a lifetime?

c'est le ton qui fait la musique.

of father barre, assemblies on the track and family dances

9:56 PM

11.10.2009
we could scatter stardust by the meadow-

昨夜的雨惊醒我沉睡中的梦

迷惑的心缠满着昨日的伤痛

冷冷的风不再有往日的温柔

失去的爱是否还能够再拥有

漫漫长路谁能告诉我

究竟会有多少错何处是我最终的居留

曾经在雨中对我说今生今世相守

曾经在风中对我说永远不离开我

多少缠绵编织成的梦

多少爱恨刻划的镜头

为何一切到了终究还是空

#我依稀记得我小时候回到外婆家，睡在外公外婆的房间里时，心里总会有种踏实的

感觉. 那种感觉伴着我对他们的爱，伴着一丝丝的甜蜜，流入我的心田里。

那种缠绵与心的感觉，小时候的我，很珍惜。

可是，也许上天妒忌了我与他们（特别是外公）那份深厚的感情，或是对我们祖孙俩

之间的爱看红了眼，它决定这个让我沉醉的幸福，不能变成永久。

十四年了，我仍会在夜深人静的时候忆起你的。

c'est le ton qui fait la musique.
the very very last curve to dash for

8:45 PM

10.15.2009
salvage the lost, save the empty.

You never said goodbye
Someone tell me why
Did you have to go
And leave my world so cold
Everyday I sit and ask myself
How did love slip away
Something whispers in my ear and says
That you are not alone
For I am here with you
Though you're far away
I am here to stay

You;re not alone.

granted, i was too young to understand death then (as much as i do now), but i swear that that tiny seed of sorrow was always rooted in my heart. always. i just buried it alongside my memories of you and every once in a while, whenever i was lonely and alone, hold it close.

when i was growing up, mom used to say that if you were still around, i would be the luckiest kid on earth. i believed her.

i still do.

please?

c'est le ton qui fait la musique.
& fighters' hearts are made from tears.

12:25 PM

9.25.2009
& everyone needs a pocketful of sunshine

Flight:

how big you make it, depends on how far you take it.

c'est le ton qui fait la musique.

there are souls too heartless to make dreams fly

eyes too wet to even try.

5:40 PM

9.23.2009
calling a dreamer/

you dont believe no more (you dont even sleep no more)
i like this silence, where when one is enveloped by stillness. slow breaths come by default, becoming mandatory-
havent been breathing slow for a long time, aye.

so its over, its finally over; and like all other endings this one will mark a beginning.
this may have ended, but in fact its just a start-end-rewind sequence, looped twice to test the strength of the human heart.

by heart, i dont mean the one with coronary arteries.
its the one we wear on our sleeves, darling:

the paperthin one.

dream no more (you dont even dream no more)
You'll never complete a backflip if you dont turn yourself upside down.
Well, then.

see you on the flipside (;

dreamer, dreamer (why dont you just dream again)
choreographed chorus 1:
swing- fedora- heartbeat
1 1/2 twist-open-turn
fame's ending-right hand up/ close- cross- isolation x2
turn-floor- sweep left leg up, hold
left swing 1,2- flutterby- stop.

c'est le ton ui fait la musique.
the anthem of my mind.

8:16 AM

7.16.2009
stiffen that upper lip-

要勇敢，真的.

擦干眼泪站起来。

c'est le ton qui fait la musique.

and to think that the fierce vexation of a dream was always the fundamental of one's courage.

7:21 PM

6.06.2009
the length of our promise:

and ps/

au revoir-
(indefinitely i guess, but i'll drop by every twice in a while, promise.)
cross 2 fingers?

c'est le ton qui fait la musique.
will miss.

9:08 PM