title : 別怕我傷心
sing : 張信哲
lyrics : 張信哲
orig key : C#
play key: C (capo 1)
Am
好久沒有你的信
Em
好久沒有人陪我談心
Am
懷念你柔情似水的眼睛
G
是我天空最美麗的星星
C
異鄉的午夜特別冷清
Am
一個男人和一顆熱切的心
F G Am
不知在遠方的你 是否能感應
Am
我從來不敢給你任何諾言
Em
是因為我知道我們太年輕
Am
你追求的是一種浪漫感覺
G
還是那不必負責任的熱情
C
心中的話到現在才對你表明
Am
不知道你是否會因此而清醒
F G Am
讓身在遠方的我 不必為你擔心
G-C G Dm Am
一顆愛你的心 時時刻刻為你轉不停
C G Dm7 E
我的愛也曾經 深深溫暖你的心靈
F G Dm Am
你和他之間 是否已經有了真感情
F G Am
別隱瞞 對我說 別怕我傷心
8 more days to GP ! i can't wait to take my block leave and have a good holiday !
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Sunday, November 23, 2008
261 : Episode 3 - Nicks
I guess its true, you are what you eat. Everywhere you go, its the same for everyone. We just finished out shit test. Hopefully its smoother sailing from now on, no more 40mins sessions of kissing the floor and what not. God bless.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
260 : Episode 03 - Cats and Dogs
So so much happened this week. So so much. Everytime we go out during civi time, time just go so fast when we're having fun. 3 days of life comes to an end in about 4 hrs time. Great. My psd-ing skill dropped a lot, can't remember as many short cuts and commands as i used to. Oh goodness. I guess everyone's got their own life, own shit, own happiness to take care of.
Saturday, November 01, 2008
259 : Optimistic sheet.
Next week is FEEL "good" CAMP week. Why ? Cos' we're going to be treated like emperors. Meals are served and delivered to you by servants donned with emerald robes, and in addition snacks such as M and Ms are packaged into our daily lunch. Milo and tea to be served free flow at night.
We're going to become one with mother nature, a good break from the busy urban life, a short farewell to human creations such as concrete with only the trees and its leaves to shelter you from the sun and the moon. We get the privilege to skip showers, which had always been the dream of boys to men alike. The only shower and cleaning up we'll ever get is going be from the darked sky, when heavy droplets of precipitation embraces the dirtied faces and mud-stained body of ours.
What better way to toughen ourselves by fighting imaginary enemies. With the unique and distinctively powerful combination of determination, aggression and imagination, such training would mean the exact same result of fighting a real enemy in actual warfare, of course without getting risk being shot at.
In times of crisis, such as world destruction, uncontrolled global warming, meteorite strike, when living conditions are harsh as hell, or as cold as your branded refrigerator, we would be ever-ready to survive, and to endure the tough times ahead. Because the tough times won't be as tough as last time.
It'll be an AMAZING sausage party, a grand festival of man vs. imaginary man, an endless tug of war between endurance and the temptation to give up and drop out. Honestly, i can't wait to be part of the other 1628916 and counting men who are indeed real men, so real you could smell their biceps (and triceps) in your face.
Its gonna be super-licous baby.
We're going to become one with mother nature, a good break from the busy urban life, a short farewell to human creations such as concrete with only the trees and its leaves to shelter you from the sun and the moon. We get the privilege to skip showers, which had always been the dream of boys to men alike. The only shower and cleaning up we'll ever get is going be from the darked sky, when heavy droplets of precipitation embraces the dirtied faces and mud-stained body of ours.
What better way to toughen ourselves by fighting imaginary enemies. With the unique and distinctively powerful combination of determination, aggression and imagination, such training would mean the exact same result of fighting a real enemy in actual warfare, of course without getting risk being shot at.
In times of crisis, such as world destruction, uncontrolled global warming, meteorite strike, when living conditions are harsh as hell, or as cold as your branded refrigerator, we would be ever-ready to survive, and to endure the tough times ahead. Because the tough times won't be as tough as last time.
It'll be an AMAZING sausage party, a grand festival of man vs. imaginary man, an endless tug of war between endurance and the temptation to give up and drop out. Honestly, i can't wait to be part of the other 1628916 and counting men who are indeed real men, so real you could smell their biceps (and triceps) in your face.
Its gonna be super-licous baby.
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