Giving up, why should I

I've come to far to forget
We're beautiful, we just got lost

Somewhere along the way
So much was missing when you went away
Let's start from here, lose the past
Change our minds, we don′t need a finish line
Let's take this chance don’t think too deep
Of all those promises we couldn′t seem to keep
I don't care where we go
Let's start from here

Standing here face to face
A finger on your lips
Don't say a word don't make a sound
Silence surrounds us now
Even when you were gone I felt you everywhere
Let's start from here, lose the past
Change our minds, we don′t need a finish line
Let's take this chance don’t think too deep
Of all those promises we couldn′t seem to keep
I don't care where we go
Let's start from here
Let's start from here

I've never been the one to open up
But you've always been the voice within
The only warmth from my cold heart
Let's start from here, lose the past
Change our minds, we don't need a finish line
Let's take this chance don’t think too deep
Of all those promises
Let's start from here, lose the past
Change our minds, we don't need a finish line
Let's take this chance don’t think too deep
Of all those promises we couldn't seem to keep
I don't care where we go

Let's start from here.

 放棄吧
我想盡辦法
 要忘記
 美麗的
 過去
其實我只要放棄自我就行了
你不在身邊的時候,許多感覺都已經不在了

讓我們一起重新開始
忘記過去 
改變心意
 我們不必畫地自限
 讓我們把握機會
不必再眷戀
 那些我們不能守住的諾言
我不在意未來會帶我們到哪裡去
讓我們一起重新開始

在此面對面站著
 手指封上你的唇 
別說話 
別出聲
現在 寧靜包圍著我們
 甚至在你離開後 我仍感覺你無所不在 

 讓我們一起重新開始

 我從不是個開放的人
 但是你已是我冰冷的心中 
僅存的一絲溫暖

 讓我們一起重新開始
忘記過去 
改變心意
我們不必畫地自限
 讓我們把握機會
不必再眷戀
那些我們不能守住的諾言
我不在意未來會帶我們到哪裡去
 讓我們一起重新開始

 在此面對面站著
手指封上你的唇 
別說話 
別出聲
 現在 寧靜包圍著我們
 甚至在你離開後 我仍感覺你無所不在 

 讓我們一起重新開始

Popagandhi is just a random blog that I came across. Basically, if I have any synapses left in my brain, or some writing creativity left in my blood.  I will probably have an entry similar to the one below.  It's basically what I felt and somehow I lost the ability the convey my feeling and message.  Luckily, there is Popagandhi.

"I think I forgot how to write. It’s a bit like forgetting how to cycle, how to swim; you’re told you can never forget how to. But you can, trust me. I pause a lot when I write these days. I stop. I write a word, I write five. I look at them—they look strange. My famously squiggly scribbling no longer dance, not the way they did when I was eighteen.

The irony? The more I write for money, the more I find myself unable to. The happier I get, the more I find myself at a loss for words. So unlike what it was like at seventeen: heartbreak. Eighteen: coming out. Twenty: learning, and not doing very well at it. Twenty two: at a loss for words. No longer fearless. With too much to prove, and bills that I must soon pay.

These days, I spend most of my time running around being terrified. Not bad-terrified, mind you—anticipation-terrified. On the cusp, in the midst of a pregnant pause. I find myself not having much else interesting to say, because my words are now pitches, assignments, deadlines, and everything is a story idea or potential for a screenplay. Another thing to advance my career with. Writing a documentary, writing freelance, and writing my first novel. Did I forget how to write or does writing come more easily these days?

I responded with the only antidote I know of: I’m going away. For some weeks—Borneo, first, and Europe immediately after. Months away from the road is making me restless and unhappy. Pray I get some of my writing mojo back, won’t you."

I felt like I am reading my thoughts when I came across her site. I am also a fan of Anthony Bourdain and El Bulli which was featured in her blog also.  And she got the job that I dream of having.  One thing for sure, I will keep an eye on her blog.  To read more of Popagandhi, go to http://www.popagandhi.com/

I was thinking of creating an entry for stickgirl, then, halfway through I abandon my plan.  Instead, I ended up with above entry.  I have featured stickgirl before in my blog.  She uses her sketches to convey message to the reader. More interestingly is the audience.  The interpretations of one are very different to another. 

Here is a drawing by the original stickgirl:

To read more of stickgirl, go to: http://stickgal.blogspot.com/