Good Luck!

Great minds think alike
Owl sleeps with eyes open wide
Only the wise could survive
Don't whine, let's strive in life

Life itself is a wonder
Unwraps along with the counter
Creates chances for the people
Keep striving to be better

Photograph

by Ed Sheeran

Loving can hurt
Loving can hurt sometimes
But it's the only thing that I know
When it gets hard
You know it can get hard sometimes
It is the only thing that makes us feel alive

We keep this love in a photograph
We made these memories for ourselves
Where our eyes are never closing
Hearts are never broken
Times forever frozen still

So you can keep me
Inside the pocket
Of your ripped jeans
Holdin' me closer
'Til our eyes meet
You won't ever be alone
Wait for me to come home

Loving can heal
Loving can mend your soul
And it's the only thing that I know (know)
I swear it will get easier
Remember that with every piece of ya
And it's the only thing we take with us when we die

We keep this love in this photograph
We made these memories for ourselves
Where our eyes are never closing
Our hearts were never broken
Times forever frozen still

So you can keep me
Inside the pocket
Of your ripped jeans
Holdin' me closer
'Til our eyes meet
You won't ever be alone

And if you hurt me
That's OK, baby, only words bleed
Inside these pages you just hold me
And I won't ever let you go

Wait for me to come home [4x]

Oh you can fit me
Inside the necklace you got when you were 16
Next to your heartbeat
Where I should be
Keep it deep within your soul

And if you hurt me
Well, that's OK, baby, only words bleed
Inside these pages you just hold me
And I won't ever let you go

When I'm away
I will remember how you kissed me
Under the lamppost
Back on 6th street
Hearing you whisper through the phone,
"Wait for me to come home."

Source: http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/edsheeran/photograph.html

ENGLISH

Endless time we spent online
Nothing is clearer than the blind
Given our very best try
Looking hard for every possible kind
Interaction and compromises that we find
Somehow don't seem too fine
However, we are fools and we don't mind

Date Me on My Birthday

Outside the gate
You shouted my name
I peeked through the pane
And saw you outside the gate
Shouting my name

You've got me, in April
The 15th night
To the seaside
You've got me, in silence
A big surprise

12 a.m.
Light was out
Pitch dark
You held my hand
Kissed my forehead
And you said, you said
Happy Birthday

Candles, blown
Memories, born

16th this year
Will you hold my hand
Kiss my forehead
And say, say
Happy Birthday

Candles, blown
Memories, born

-HyD TrC- (2015, Feb 26th)

English - the lingua franca?

I had just finished my work and was having a great adrenaline boost to enjoy my one-week break and usher the Year of Goat.

Alas, I bumped into a "no-adjective-could-describe-this-terrible-yet-dramatic-feeling" situation.

I always thought English is the lingua franca, but it is terribly difficult to portray my thoughts/feelings in English to someone who fared poorly at English!

As the conversation went on, the problem arose then. I was like - ouch, I should have written a descriptive essay to tell that person what I actually felt in order to prevent any misinterpretation in our communication.

It was too late though. A stitch in time saves nine? Uh, well... I've had enough of his drama anyway. There were wayyyyyyyyy too many ripped parts to be stitched. I'm done. So ...

hello.. plss.. u said u were sorry because u couldnt make it to my house coz u needed to go back home earlier than planned. and i replied u it was good n have a safe journey home, which literally means it was alright, i didnt take it hard from you. From there, u said i didnt intend to welcome you to come over la.. this la that la... well, i didnt have that intention in the 1st place thus eventually i just acted according to your flow to satisfy your craving in order for u to feel much better for cancelling your earlier plan to drop by my place in a truthfully sarcastic manner; lest you keep on emo-ing over the trivial matter which i see no significance to brood about. alas, you dont seem to get it. that's why i typed this long essay with an intention that you would get what i was and i am trying to tell to prevent any further miscommunication. oh well, yeah.. till then...