Sin City

Looks like amongst the J's that I like, only Johnny and Jose were with me in Shanghai.

Nope, I am not a chain smoker. But some business associates in Shanghai still believes in “研究” aka “烟酒”. I won't know what to do with it.

One Night in Beijing

不想再问你你到底在何方
不想再思量你能否归来么
想着你的心想着你的脸
想捧在胸口能不放就不放

one night in beijing 我留下许多情
不管你爱与不爱都是历史的尘埃
one night in beijing 我留下许多情
不敢在午夜问路怕走到了百花深处

人说百花的深处住着老情人缝着绣花鞋
面容安详的老人依旧等着那出征的归人

one night in beijing 你可别喝太多酒
不管你爱与不爱都是历史的尘埃
one night in beijing 我留下许多情
把酒高歌的男儿是北方的狼族

人说北方的狼族会在寒风起站在城门外
穿着腐锈的铁衣呼唤城门开眼中含着泪

呜………………我已等待千年为何城门还不开
呜………………我已等待了千年为何良人不回来

one night in beijing 我留下许多情
不敢在午夜问路怕触动了伤心的魂
one night in beijing 我留下许多情
不敢在午夜问路怕走到了地安门

人说地安门里面有位老妇人犹在痴痴等
面容安详的老人依旧等着那出征的归人

one night in beijing 你可别喝太多酒
走在地安门外没有人不动真情
one night in beijing 你会留下许多情
不要在午夜问路怕触动了伤心的魂(人)

one night in beijing one night in beijing
不想再问你你到底在何方
不想再思量你能否归来么
想着你的心想着你的脸
想捧在胸口能不放就不放

one night in beijing 你会留下许多情
不敢在午夜问路怕触动了伤心的魂

スタアの恋

It's one of those starry starry night (season). Quoting from the same friend from the previous:

"Stars should not be seen alone. That's why there are so many. Two people should stand together and look at them. One person alone will surely miss the good ones."--Dry (Augusten Burroughs)

Hubble turns 17, and gave us a beautiful picture.







Carina Nebula, off Carina, Argo Navis


"If I may, fly you to the stars... "

They found an earth like planet 20.5 light years away at Gliese 581. Who knows, if God willing, may one day, Man to walk amongst the stars.

Friendship

Became a Facebook Whore for a while. Trying to add all my friends and acquaintance to my network. Found some friends from the states whom i met at some conferences. Borrowing a quotation from this friend o'mine.

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"It's the kind of friendship that's easy to make in elementary school when you're six or seven. You let a kid have your swing and suddenly, he's your best friend... You never question it. You never say to yourself, 'Am I spending too much time with him?' 'Am I sending the wrong signal?' Then you get pubic hair and everything changes."-- Dry (Augusten Burroughs)

A Story to Share

Hi there,

The following story is dedicated to a dear friend of mine whose cheerful disposure brings Sunshine and Warmth to bleak city of Shanghai on the colder days.

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Once upon a time, there was a little Princess who was very unhappy
because she was not as pretty to look at as she thought a little
Princess should be. She sat in the garden and was sorrowful and cried a
great deal, because she felt sure that no one would ever make her a
queen.

One day, she sat by the wall of the garden with her hands in her lap,
and was looking very sad. An old woman, very bent and gray, and carrying
a bundle, passed along the road outside and looked over the wall.

'Why do you cry, little Princess?" she asked.

'Because I am not beautiful,' the little Princess replied, 'and so I
shall never be made a queen.'

"Why do you not go out into the world and find someone who can make you
beautiful?" asked the old woman as she started again on her way. And
this seemed like such a new adventure that the Princess went out through
the garden gate and started down the road.

Before the Princess had gone very far, she overtook a boy. He was
stumbling along the road as if it were hard for him to find his way. He
put out his hand and touched the Princess' silken sleeve.

'Where are you going?' he asked.

'I am going to find someone who will help me be beautiful. I am not
pretty enough to be a queen,' the Princess said.

'Wait a while and and help me,' said the little boy. 'I am blind, and I
cannot find my way home.'

So the Princess took the blind boy's hand in hers and walked along with
him, leading him very gently, until they came to the cottage by the side
of the road where he lived.

Then the Princess went on, hurrying, for she felt that she had lost a
lot of time. But before she had gone very far, she saw a little girl
standing by the edge of the woods and crying. When the little girl saw
the Princess, she looked up and asked, 'Where are you going?'

'I am going to find someone who will help me be beautiful. I am not
pretty enough to be a queen,' the Princess said.

'Wait a while and help me,' said the little girl. 'My mother is ill, and
I went to the dairy to fetch her some milk and eggs, but I have no
money, and they say that I must pay.'

The Princess pulled from her silk bag a bright gold piece. She had but
two of them to buy herself food on her journey, but she gave one to the
child. 'This is to pay for the milk and eggs,' she said. Then the little
girl laughed with happiness, her smile as bright as sunshine.

'Now I must make great haste.' thought the Princess. 'It is getting on
in the day and I am no more beautiful than when I started.' But she had
gone only a little way when she saw the old woman, who had spoken to her
in the morning.

'Did you do as I said?' asked the old woman.

Sadly, the princess replied, 'Yes, but I am still ugly to look at.' And
she dropped her head.

'Oh no, you are not,' the old woman said. 'Look!' And she held a mirror
before the Princess' face.

A strange thing had happened. The Princess' eyes had grown bright as
stars, her hair as shining as the gold piece she had given away. She had
grown beautiful as a queen.

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I guess there's nothing mentioned about our dear little princess being skinny in the story.
The moral of the story is more readily used as a reminder to myself I guess, but so goes for you my friend. :P

All the Best! You'll be the Queen of the World someday!

I'll be there for you - Bon Jovi

For the Bros, who knows the STBNZ, here's the lyrics for one of my favourites.
Sing it as you mean it.
Remembering the crazy days singing on the bridge. We are short of going to the rooftop

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KtzcOqv_P-4

I'll be there for you - Bon Jovi

I guess this time you're really leaving
I heard your suitcase say goodbye
Well as my broken heart lies bleeding
You say true love, it's suicide

You say you've cried a thousand rivers
And now you're swimming for the shore
You left me drowning in my tears
And you won't save me anymore

I pray to God you'll give me one more chance, girl

I'll be there for you
These five words I swear to you
When you breathe I want to be the air for you
I'll be there for you
I'd live and I'd die for you
Steal the sun from the sky for you
Words can't say what a love can do
I'll be there for you

I know you know we're had some good times
Now they have their own hiding place
I can't promise you tomorrow
But I can't buy back yesterday

And Baby you know my hands are dirty
But I wanted to be your valentine
I'll be the water when you get thirsty, baby
When you get drunk, I'll be the wine

I'll be there for you
These five words I swear to you
When you breathe I want to be the air for you
I'll be there for you
I'd live and I'd die for you
Steal the sun from the sky for you
Words can't say what a love can do
I'll be there for you

Solo

And I wasn't there when you were happy
I wasn't there when you were down
I didn't mean to miss your birthday, baby
I wish I'd seen you blow those candles out

I'll be there for you
These five words I swear to you
When you breathe I want to be the air for you
I'll be there for you
I'd live and I'd die for you
Steal the sun from the sky for you
Words can't say what a love can do
I'll be there for you