Thanks to LeeteNG aka Miko, i have to be her second user for her blog.She say what she going army for 3 months and don’t want the blog to be dead, so ask me to post.Ya i know she very scheming, but never mind, who call me is her BROTHER !. Bobian lor, i too good hearted already, own blog haven settle must settle her blog first.Okay la, don want continue to be so perasan already, later miko come say me liao.

Okay lar Miko, i will help you keep your blog *ALIVE* de, don’t worry when you are gone to army ah.Brother will miss you alot de.

BROTHERS UNITED !<3

And anyway, i am Derrick.Erm, so if there is anything u want ask about LeetNg or Miko, you can contact me by my msn. : derrick_yong@msn.com or write comment lor.

Happy Birthday Sean Sean ! Can’t wait till you come to KL ! Can’t wait to see you ! & I sing way way better then Gary & Houzai right ? : P ! Enjoy your birthday with your VEGE DARLING ! ( ;

” 期待讓人越來越疲憊…誰和我一樣…等不到他的誰…愛上你我總在學會…寂寞的滋味…
一個人撐傘…一個人擦淚…一個人好累…”

Tan Xiang Wei, 我要你知道不管发什什么事我都会尽我所能帮你分担一切..不要再为爱感到困扰..

& Atleast I’m not one of them ; Tan Xiang Wei I sayang you.

我給你的好你都不想要
認真的擁抱我捨不得忘掉 我做不到
我不能若無其事假裝微笑
曾經太驕傲 做的不夠好
沒有發現到什麼才是重要
失去掉才知道我已微不足道

 It has no bearing on my current life, and I really have no reason to be thinking about it. But the fact remains, I am. This is why I have chosen to write it, though not in detail, for those have been lost, and changed with time. Just the general facts remain. I suppose I should say, contact me if you are in trouble, even if you think I am the last person on the planet you ever would want to help you. You may be surprised. I just want to help if it is needed.

I don’t know where this is going, but I can’t shake the gut feeling that perhaps, someday in the very near future, I may be forced to step up and help one that I never believed I would. To help someone who would never even consider me as a viable aid.

I am a firm believer in the power of song. I have seen it bring smiles; I have seen it bring tears. There is no denying that, in spite of one’s nationality or creed, music is the one language that transcends all boundaries. They speak the languages of love and hate, joy and sorrow, pleasure and angst. As creatures built with a strong emotional core, our reactions are what allow music to thrive. Through song we speak to each other when words alone are not enough.

I have been and given love.
I have been, at one time, filled with hate.
I have been beyond reasonably joyful.
I have been depressed.
I have been caring.
I have been selfish.
I have been thoughtful.
I have been single minded.
I have tasted success.
I have felt the pang of failure.

我想我还是不够成熟..还达不到 你的要求
我真的没有想的太多..只是怀念 你走以后
离开难道真的是解脱…难道 真的要事过境迁了以后才懂
倔强说不痛..假装什么伤都没有..倔强抬起头..决不让眼泪往下流
倔强说不痛..假装什么伤都没有…真的不难过..笑着和你挥挥手
如果有一天 我们有缘在见…你会不会想起 说过的永远

離開你我真的痛…你不知道…你不知道
哭著看著你離開我..你看不到..你聽不到
為甚麼..為甚麼..要離去
為甚麼..為甚麼..再相遇…已變成陌生人

I’m not dead yet la ! I love all of you la ! I’m effin sorry la ! DON’T DAO ME OKAYS!?

15/06/91 - 17/10/08.

愛人最後淪落為親人們 我們只能在愛時候悲傷 在愛時候如絲般迷惘
快別讓我　快別讓我　快別讓我顫抖
快對我說　快對我說　快對我說
愛 直到自由像海岸線一樣 隨潮汐沖散　什麼都自然

Baby I miss you, please be back.

“I love you Lord, I worship you. Hope which was lost, now stands renewed. I give my life to honour this. The love of Christ, the saviour king… “

If I could travel through time, it would be hard to pinpoint just one era I’d like to see. For those who know me well, they all understand I have a love of history that seems to border on extreme. Not that it’s a bad thing, I’m just saying.

I don’t know why I feel compelled to so completely understand someone else’s past. Perhaps it is my own life is not something I find interesting enough. Maybe I just can’t help but want to know where the person I love comes from. All that I can truly know is for once I am relieved by my discovery.

I am glad that my love can move forward. I am glad that the ghost does not sit in on our time together. However, the missed opportunity will haunt me, and so then does the ghost. I am the new victim I suppose, though at least by my own choosing. Haunted for now by a past that should never belong to me, and yet to find some one so much like myself, it is hard not to let go.

My love is leaving.
I support him, I share in his excitement.
I will cope, as I know he will.
The time will drag as I await his return in a year.