Music : Happy birthday to me | 祝我生日~快乐
我知道伤心不能改变什么
那么~让我诚实一点
诚实~难免有不能控制的宣泄
只有关上了门 不必理谁
一个人坐在空荡包厢里面
手机~让它休息一夜
难~想切歌 切掉回忆的画面
眼泪不能流过十二点
生日快乐～
我对自己说
蜡烛点了 寂寞亮了
生日快乐 泪也溶了
我要谢谢 你给的你拿走的一切
还爱你~带一点恨
还要时间 才能平衡
热恋伤痕 画面重生
祝我生日~快乐
7:00AM on 7-2 luna calendar, this day, 26 yrs ago….an angel was born, and now, it’s life makes him become a devil, a devil in angel’s clothing, they all look at him as a quiet guy, yeap, keep acting as a fool, ….he did some bad things in his life without knowing have to pay the price …wonder why I am being here ?? that’s weird! ??
Last year, mom did a big sponge cake 4 me…I like sponge cake, soft sponge cake… and she knows how I enjoy it by my own special way…tks mom, I love you so much…
…..tomorrow, I’m 27, getting old huh ? many & many things to do….wat u’ve done last 26 yrs huh ? hate it when memories rush back. I hate it when I see happy couples and immediately I think of you. I hate it when I daydream and someone asks what I think of i can’t really answer. I hate it cos I feel happy every morning when i wake up knowing that another day has passed…I hate it when I pretend that I’m fine whenever you tell me who you spent time with… I hate it when I think perhaps I should find someone else for myself. I hate it when I want to see you so much but I afraid to know that you are so as well…why u r chinese ????? Hun I hate so many many things that I do… but I can never really hate myself for falling in love with you…a life without love is not worth living, it’s just ..exist...
“You came into this world with nothing and you will leave this world with nothing…we are dust in the wind…. Make the time you have in between the two everything and leave with no regrets”…..I can do it ????!
stayup late again… stupid!!! If tomorrow were your last day on this planet, could you honestly
say you’ve lived your life to the fullest ? 
? an old friend send me a story, it’s beautiful, a story of a cat who live and die a million times… is next life and after life in Buddhism real ? I still want to be in human race and of cource, must be male…’coz I wanna “stab”, dont wanna be “stabbed”. lolz, I like the way u think and the way u r, honey….
…cafe alone tomorrow
getting sleeppyyy now
… 7AM tomorrow
…..good luck, u guy!
…. to err is human 
so, make more…haha
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the cat who died a million times
Once, there was a cat who lived for a million years.
He died a million times. He lived a million times.
He was truly a splendid tabby-cat.
A million people loved him,
and a million people cried when he died.
But never once did the cat cry.
Once, the cat belonged to a King.
The cat really hated the King.
The King was good at war, so the King always went to war.
He always put the cat into a splendid cage and took him along.
One day, a stray arrow hit the cat and he died.
Right in the middle of battle, the King held the cat and cried.
The King quit the war and went home to his castle.
He buried the cat in the castle’s garden.
Once, the cat belonged to a seaman.
The cat really hated the sea.
The seaman took the cat across all the world’s seas, and all the world’s bays.
One day, the cat fell out of the boat.
The cat could not swim.
The seaman quickly caught the cat in a net and pulled him back onto the boat.
But the cat was soaked through. He got sick and died.
The seaman hugged the cat, who now looked like a wet rag, and cried loudly.
He buried the cat beneath a tree in the park of a faraway bayside town.
Once, the cat was a circus magician’s cat.
The cat really hated the circus.
Every day, the magician would put the cat into a little box,
and then saw the box right in half.
He would pull the balled-up cat out of the box,
and the crowd would clap and cheer.
One day, the magician made a mistake, and really did saw the cat right in half.
The magician held the two pieces of the cat, one dangling from each hand, and cried loudly.
No one clapped or cheered.
He buried the cat beneath the circus’s biggest tent.
Once, the cat was a thief’s cat.
The cat really, really hated thievery.
The thief would always take the cat into towns at night,
quietly sneaking like a cat down the dark alleys.
The thief would only break into houses that had dogs.
While the dog barked at the cat, he would go break into the safe.
One day, the cat was bitten by a dog, and died.
The thief hugged the cat and a stolen diamond, walking down the alleys and crying loudly.
He went home and buried the cat in his small yard.
Once, the cat was a lonely old widow’s cat.
The cat really, really hated the lonely old widow.
Every day, the widow would hold the cat in her lap
and stare out a little first-floor window.
The cat would sit in the widow’s lap all day, and nap.
In due time, the cat grew old, and died.
The decrepit old widow held the decrepit old cat,
and cried all day.
She buried the cat underneath the a tree in her garden.
Once, the cat was a little girl’s cat.
The cat really, really hated children.
The girl would make the cat ride piggy-back,
or sleep holding him too tight.
When the girl cried, she would wipe her tears off on the cat’s back.
One day, the girl made the cat ride piggy-back
by tying a string around his neck. The cat died.
The girl hugged the wobbly-necked cat, and cried all day.
She buried the cat underneath a tree in her garden.
The cat didn’t really mind dying.
Once, the cat was nobody’s cat.
He was a wild cat.
For the first time the cat was his own cat.
The cat really, really liked himself.
For you know, he was a truly splendid tabby cat,
So of course he made a truly splendid wild cat.
Every girl cat wanted to be the cat’s wife.
Some brought him big fish as presents.
Some brought him the best mice as presents.
Some brought him presents from unusual journeys.
Some said he was greater than the greatest of tigers.
The cat said: “I’ve died a million times. After so long a time, this is amusing!”
The cat liked himself better than anyone else.
There was only one cat who never looked his way.
She was a beautiful white cat.
The cat would go up to her and say: “I’ve died a million times!”
“Oh.” is all the white cat would say.
The cat was a little angry, for you know he liked himself better than anyone else.
The next day and the next, the cat would go up to the white cat and say:
“You’ll probably only live once, you know.”
“Oh.” is all the white cat would say.
One day, the cat stood in front of the white cat
and turned three summersaults in a row.
He said: “Once, I was a circus cat, you know.”
“Oh.” is all the white cat would say.
“You know, I’ve died a…” the cat started to say, then:
“Do you mind if I stay with you?” he asked the white cat.
“No,” she said.
From then on, the cat was always with the white cat.
The white cat had many, many cute little kittens.
The cat no longer said “You know, I’ve …”
The cat came to like the white cat and all her little kittens more than he liked himself.
In due time, all the little kittens grew up,
and went their separate ways.
“They all became splendid wild cats, didn’t they.”
the cat said with satisfaction.
“Yes.” the white cat said, purring softly.
The white cat grown a little old.
The cat purred even more softly.
He wanted to live together always with the white cat.
One day, the white cat laid beside the cat, and quietly stopped moving.
The cat cried for the first time ever, all day and all night.
All day and all night, he cried a million million tears.
Day and night, day and night the cat cried,
until one day, when the sun was high and bright, he stopped.
Lying beside the white cat, he quietly stopped moving.
The cat was never, ever born again…
what’s a sad story !
