recently, our dreamy little fish was enchanted by both taylor swift and adam young's enchanting fairytale and their 'enchanted' love song that she's inspired to try writing a song for someone whom she truly felt very strongly for once upon a time.... a long long time ago :) so here goes.

Just yOu being nice

your warm Smile was like tHe gentle sun
You made me feel safe tO fall when yoU're around
though you could never really sing, but if i ever had a guitar
you'd be the reason why it got Wet

i usEd to stand by the window sill,
wishing you'd know how i feel
but i foRgot to makE the one moRe wish
that you'll fEel the sAme for me

but you’re just being nice, way too nice, so nice you meLt my heart
and you're perfect, what more could i say
when its Like You walked out from my dreams?
but fairytales don’t just happeN In life
Cos i'm not thE one who caught your eyes
even though you were the one who caught mine

these scary feelings i've ever had
for the first time in my life
i tried so hard just to pretend
that you're like my any other friend

But each time yoU smile
my guard just falls and somehow i can'T say no
i wonder iF you truly knew how hArd it was
when i told you i'd be strong

but you’re just being nice, way too nice, so nice you meLt my heart
and you're perfect, what more could i say
when its Like you walked out from my dreams?
but faIrytales don’t just happeN in life
cos i'm not the one who cauGht your eyes
even though you were the one who caught mine

when you told me you don't think you'll ever Fall
i dOn't know how i should feel
but when i found out you actually did
i wondeRed if You've lied because yOu were just being nice

i jUst wish that one day you’d know
that i was never really strong
but when i see otHers needing you, i jUst had to be
and its alRight, i'm okay, so don'T worry about me
i'll move on, on my own, aS promised, i will be strong

cos fairytales don’t just happen in life
and i'm not the one who caught your eyes (even though you were the one who’ve caught mine)

one day, fish simply decides to write a song for some very interesting fishes who swim pass her waters... (currently)

like the way you cycled to the shelter where i'm at,
the way you'd just sit on the floor it feels like 'welcome home'
the quiet and reserved side of yours, like you're somewhat deep in thoughts
or maybe you're just like me who gets lost easily in one of those daydream episodes

cos' its a nice feeling to see you drive by the same old path.
so say hi and wave at me each time you pass me by

there's a one-sided tacit understanding that we'd never really go that far
still your backview from down the same old road feels warm and familiar


the thing's you probably won't notice all these flashing across my mind,
as i ask you serious questions linked with some distant faraway theories
and the thing is you'll probably never find out - beneath the tacit understanding
that the weather here's unpredictable, like the way you sense to me

cos' its a nice feeling to see you drive by the same old path.
so say hi and wave at me each time you pass me by

there's a one-sided tacit understanding that we'd never really go that far
still your backview from down the same old road feels warm and familiar...

 

the shoes are tight - they're not quite right
for her feet they do not fit
so why can't she swim instead?

the fields are green and wide
the feeling's just about right
can she stay? but will the magic stay?
her heart too, will it fly one day?

can not she run wild?
and get lost without a care?
can not the knots untie by themselves?
and the mind truly be freed?

let this smile of hers stay a little longer
and her imagination run a little further
let her be where she will
let her be who she sees

would time pause for her if she sings,
that little carefree fish! her prelude!
her epilogue and prologue,
of the story of a childish fish.

.... amidst her thick pile of notes, and inspired by a place she really wants to go, fish 'escapes' a little while and pens down her new composition of yet another song! (just the lyrics though, she'll have the tune one day, another day.)

song title: there.

if i built a tent in the middle of nowhere, would you come find me there?
would you knock on my door if i should hide and would you have waited if i was away?
would you have stayed and watch with me the surreal lights,
splash across the northern skies, singing a tune of hope so melodiously?
would you then believe in miracles, and find the strength to leap and plunge?

there you can still ride your stallion
while i walk
and i will dance in the rain
while you watch
as long as you are there with me,
everything feels so safe

maybe you had already built your tent before i mine
should i then look for you there instead?
and what if i should realise you are really there?

and things become clear like the waters and i can no longer hide?
perhaps by then you'd have ceased to remember how to spell fairytale,
or long for the existence of that distant dream.


where you can still ride your stallion
while i walk
and i will dance in the rain
while you watch
as long as you are there with me,
everything feels so safe

if i had kept your warmth in my pockets
i would not have felt this bitter cold
if you were here with me now
i would never have let you go
if only you could have held my hands once again in yours
then i would find my faith and believe in love once more

you can still ride your stallion
while i walk
and i will dance in the rain
while you watch
as long as you are there with me,
everything feels so safe

as long as you are there with me,
there feels so right and love seems so real

Down (Jason Walker)

I don’t know where I’m at
I’m standing at the back
And I’m tired of waiting
Waiting here in line, hoping that I’ll find what I’ve been chasing.

I shot for the sky
I’m stuck on the ground
So why do I try, I know I’m gonna to fall down
I thought I could fly, so why did I drown?
Never know why it’s coming down, down, down.

Not ready to let go
Cause then I'd never know
What I could be missing
But I’m missing way too much
So when do I give up what I’ve been wishing for.

I shot for the sky
I’m stuck on the ground
So why do I try, I know I’m gonna to fall down

I thought I could fly, so why did I drown?
Never know why it’s coming down, down, down.
Oh I am going down, down, down
Can’t find another way around
And I don’t want to hear the sound, of losing what I never found.

I shot for the sky
I’m stuck on the ground
So why do I try, I know I’m gonna to fall down
I thought I could fly, so why did I drown?
I never know why it’s coming down, down, down.

I shot for the sky
I’m stuck on the ground
So why do I try, I know I’m gonna to fall down
I thought I could fly, so why did I drown?
Oh it’s coming down, down, down.

a song fish loves.
(to the sky by owl city)

Shipwreck in the sea of faces,
There's a dreamy world up there,
Dear friends in higher places,
Carry me away from here,

Travel light let the sun eclipse you,
'Cause your flight is about to leave,
And there's more to this brave adventure,
Than you'd ever believe,

Birdseye view, awake the stars 'cause they're all around you,
Wide eyes will always brighten the blue,
Chase your dreams, and remember me, speak bravery,
Because after all those wings will take you, up so high,
So bid the forest a fond goodbye, as you brace the wind and,
Take to the sky, (you take to the sky)

On the hills of lore and wonder,
There's a stormy world up there,
You can't whisper above the thunder,
But you can fly anywhere,
Purple burst of paper birds this,
Picture paints a thousand words,
So take a breath of mist and mystery,
And don't look back!

Birdseye view, awake the stars 'cause they're all around you,
Wide eyes will always brighten the blue,
Chase your dreams, and remember me, speak bravery,
Because after all those wings will take you, up so high,
So bid the forest a fond goodbye, as you brace the wind and,
Take to the sky, (you take to the sky)

There's a realm above the trees, (where the lost are fnally found)
So touch your feathers to the breeze! (leave the crowd!)

Birdseye view, awake the stars 'cause they're all around you,
Wide eyes will always brighten the blue,
Chase your dreams, and remember me, speak bravery,
Because after all those wings will take you, up so high,
So bid the forest a fond goodbye, as you brace the wind and,

Take to the sky, (you take to the sky)

of human and fishes

when one finds oneself in a world where others want to be cared for more than to care, one can only try to care for as many, with as much strength he or she has. yet if care and understanding were mutual, would not the effect be synergistic rather than draining? rather than getting lost in a frenzy of self-justification and self-righteousness, would not being thankful for one is still bestowed with the means to care be a better way out? for all we know, the world may just end tomorrow and whatever we are fighting for would seem foolish and wasted.

yet its all back to controlling one's negative and self-righting thoughts and not allowing them to consume his or her heart. as with one not letting fear stop him or her from doing what he or she knows is right and to prevent the thought that 'everything is too late' from impeding one's decision to change. fish firmly believes that human beings are genuinely far from being wise enough to never make a single mistake in judgement their whole life, so when its time to doubt yourself about the absence of alternatives, doubt it. when its time to let god take the steering wheel, let go.

fish hopes her positive thoughts will always triumph and that she'll always know what is truly right, not in the myopic eyes of human beings but of the ways of her god of love.

Fragile

(Delta Goodrem)

Six thoughts at once I can't focus on one
Seven days a week but my life has just begun
So caught in emotion and I'm overcome
As I'm falling down I come undone

Sometimes I feel like I'm alone
Sometimes I feel like I'm not that strong
Sometimes I feel so frail so small
Sometimes I feel vulnerable
Sometimes I feel a little fragile
A little fragile

In six thousand years what will this mean
Words from the heart or a melody
So caught in emotion and I'm overcome
As I'm falling down I come undone

Sometimes I feel like I'm alone
Sometimes I feel like I'm not that strong
Sometimes I feel nothing at all
Sometimes I feel vulnerable
Sometimes I feel a little fragile
A little fragile

If people can see right through my eyes
Like an open door that I can't disguise
I won't be afraid from the tears I cry
I'll not run I'll not hide this is how I feel inside
A little fragile
A little fragile

If people can see right through my eyes.

fish wish she could take some words lighter sometimes. she wonders why there's such a high tendency of some to just blurt out not so encouraging words, rather than keeping silent. she understands that to those who comments some stuff, a comment may just be a comment and hence is to be brushed off lightly, but one really does not need to be perfect in singing or dancing or screaming or taking photographs or playing the piano or doing anything before one does all that right? and the main point is.... fish never even asked for any opinions to begin with? when one feels like it, why can't one just do it (whether one is good or bad at it) without having people commenting on him or her, whether he or she can or cannot do it? what is the point of only doing things they you feel you like and are good enough in them? she'd never want any of her friends to think that way. fish wishes all her friends can try any skills or arts they are interested in, whether they can or cannot do well in them.

she wishes them to enjoy all these wonderful and beautiful hobbies. while fish has friends who can't sing extremely well, she will encourage them to sing and she will sing along with them (if she knows the songs). while fish has friends whom differ in skills-level in photos-taking, she still admires their passion in taking each shot equally. but why are some friends of hers not able to do the same? perhaps fish does take words from certain friends whom she values slightly harder than the rest. she understands how or why her friend may have said some stuff, whether consciously or unawarely, and she still loves her friends for she does not forget every bit of nice little things they did for her.

perhaps god gave us many many friends because everyone is simply too different, so one can't be everything perfect to another. there are friends who are extremely encouraging and positive when one needs a shoulder and a listening ear while there are friends who have a lot of exposure to many things when one needs a solid advicer. and there are also friends who can play with you and not mind if you are perfect in what you play, as well as friends who really spend a lot of time in studying a certain skill-set when one wants to learn more.

friendship can only be strengthened when both friends choose to focus on the nice and supporting memories and learn to accept the tiny flaws in each other. positive energy is a requirement to keep fish believing in fairytales. she thanks god for every single one of her unique friend and they are all very precious to her. :)

"the other side is much brighter, i promise."

"which other side? the side that does not exist?"

"but before i was here, i was there."

"then leave me and return. i see no bright side."

"if you only would open your heart."

Andrea Bocelli... Con Te Partiro

When I'm alone I dream on the horizon
and words fail; yes, I know there is no light
in a room where the sun is absent, if you are not with me.

At the windows show everyone my heart
which you set alight; enclose within me
the light you encountered on the street.

I'll go with you, to countries I never
saw and shared with you now, yes, I shall experience them.
I'll go with you on ships across seas
which, I know no, no ,exist no longer;
with you I shall experience them.

When you are far away I dream on the horizon
and words fail, and, yes, I know that you are with me;
you, my moon, are here with me,
my sun, you are here with me.

I'll go with you to countries I never
saw and shared with you, now, yes, I shall experience them.
I'll go with you on ships across seas
which, I know, no, no, exist no longer;
with you I shall experience them again.

I'll go with you on ships across the seas
which, I know, no, no, exist no longer;
with you I shall experience them again.
I'll go with you, I with you.

there was once a little girl.

there was once a little girl who wanted so strongly to believe that the light would definitely reach the darkest of the darkest region one day. she firmly believed so as this was the only way people can draw strength to live on. hope. then she met another soul who clouded himself in such complete darkness she became scared. she's never seen anyone else who's world was this dark and she wished so much to bring him to the brighter side. yet she does not know how. though she's seen people from both worlds and she lives in the brighter world  herself, but he had spent too long a time in the dark that he has lost his belief in light altogether. what should she do? gloominous hopelessness is so infectious, its creating wounds at such an alarming rate, so fast that love could not heal the wounds in time. happiness spread, but they end so fast. hope. was she wrong? hope. how to show it to him before he convinced her that her world does not exist and that they are both in the dark world together actually? no. she is surely right about the light. she just need more candles around her to convince him. more candles. more warmth.

lyric-ing attempt 2

one day you will wonder.

verse 1
see, the world you live in isn't coloured
be intrigued, or, be filled with apathy
you found a sense of loss and lost your sense of keeping
oh, what a pity!

chorus
and one day you'll just wonder
so this day you just ponder
tomorrow may be different
but you're just the same

verse 2
you tread on cos the crowd pushed you along
you can't hide among the crowd (you can't hide)
not when the street's filled with people like you (just like you)
isn't this funny!
*chorus

verse 3
tried to be unique or extremily plain
tried to be funny and end up with tears welling
what's the point of purpose, what's the real bewilderment?
think too much, too much.
*chorus

bridge
and so you keep on thinking if you are thinking that you are thinking
and then you stop dreaming to see if you are really dreaming
and you'll be filled with nothing except fairly confusing concludings and...

and one day you'll just wonder
so this day you just ponder
tomorrow may be different
but you're just the same, just the same

inspired by a show fish recently watched, she decided to try some lyric-ing. :)

existing, you.

missing the missing through others' eyes

and piecing the pieces in others' minds

linking the distant us in a distance, i'm looking for you

tearing the pages of looking back

weaving the thin threads of a clouded mind

enduring the pursue for the distant wish, i'm finding you

a running mad hatter on forbidden tracks

after the fading scent of missing you

like a butterfly that has never landed, i'm chasing you

into the abyss of forgotten souls

trying to fill my non-existing heart

losing the strength and hope of holding on, i'm letting you go

the round crescent and the autumn snow

finiting the never ending timelessness,

now i'm wanting your existence and so i'm dreaming of you

why do one often find things looking nice and simple when one looks at the surface, but once one decided to ply and look beneath, each layer gets uglier and ever more complicated? what would the last and final core be like then? would one know? or rather, would one ever want to know?

here's a story i want to tell.

here's a story i am telling.

here's a story i've just told.

here, its your turn. what's your story?

while trying to rush out an assignment report, i tried catching the last few episodes of tvb 强剑, in between my breaks, and, i was simply appalled by its ending. appalled enough for me to pen down my complaints here. really rare for a rather loyal tvb fan like me. but the ending is simply too much. *warning: emotional entry.

强剑: do NOT watch the final episode if you haven't. (the other episodes are great)

the final episode simply KILLED the whole series of 强剑 totally. totally. my goodness. i was about to rank it as one of my favourite series until i watched the last episode. and i totally wished it had just ended at any other earlier episodes, anyone of them will do. SERIOUSLY. i don't get what the scripwriter is thinking? everything from episode 1-19 was entertaining and fun to watch and the last episode is like jaw drop times ten. make it times hundred. the worst worst feeling i've ever gotten from a tvb drama.

成风 and 荆磊 taking the death of 莫问（司马雪）so lightly is simply??!!!北堂傲 exploding is ???!!!! the musical is another ????!!!!! and the worse of them all is 成风 marrying 水灵. really. ??????!!!!!!!!!!. that totally IS IT. i HATE it when such a good casting simply went to waste cos of a ?????!!!!!!!! script???!!!! argh. totally pissed off. how can tvb do this to its loyal fan. *hurt. totally. lose faith + feels cheated.

how can 成风 go with 水灵 and not 北堂紫珑?????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!. irritated. totally. how can they waste a series like this with such great potential??????????!!!!!!!!!!!! kns. argh. seriously kns. its like i had SO MUCH LIKING for this series and the ending simply made me regret to even begin watching this whole show in the first place and getting attached to the characters. pissed off. argh. :( i think i can continue working on my report for a quite a while since the final episode simply made me very... ????!!!!!.

can they please remake the last episode and brand it as 'the other ending'? i will gladly go and buy that episode's vcd, seriously. just remake it. really. how can tvb do this to me? :( i dun even want to put its picture here lest i get reminded of the ????!!!!! ending. seriously.

the wily fox, a quiet dog and a circling eagle.


the wily fox strolled alongside the wooden fence, while the silent dog sat and watched.
the wily fox pondered about the silent dog, its eyes seem to hide more than what they revealed.
the silent dog followed its gaze, letting nothing slip.
all these while the eagle circled the sky, capturing everything, and nothing.
everything and nothing.

the owl closes its eyes. night falls.
tame the peacock, raise the dove.

find the eagle, ride the wind.

好像缺了一块 再拼不回来
再不存在 比空白更空白
每一次我想起来 其实你都还在
蓝色悲哀 流过我的静脉
我不要爱我不要爱 可是我离不开 
假面的告白 不坦白的坦白
你不会爱你不会爱 你只爱接受爱
眼睛睁不开 看不到未来 也哭不出来

被时间活埋 从盛开到腐坏然后爱
从洁白到苍白 从苍白到尘埃
我想离开我想离开 可是我还期待 
假面的告白 对自己不坦白
你不会爱你不会爱 你害怕接受爱
把两手张开 抓不到未来
抓不到未来 有你的未来

好像碎了一块 再补不回来
再不存在 比空白更空白
每一次我想起来 其实你都还在
浓的悲哀 化不开

a white rose sat, elegantly on her table.
she looks at the rose,
t'was faintly scented
she loved it.

it was such a simple white rose,
it may not be grand nor brightly coloured,
it may not be costly nor unobtainable,
but it was a special rose nonetheless.

a rose that tells her what she already knew,

that a child will always have a special place

in her mother's heart.

the girl in the yellow raincoat.

pitter patter, titter tatter, slitter slatter, drip and drop.
one step two steps, three steps four steps,
the small lady hops amongst the tiny raindrops.


flitter flatter flutter flotter,
with each step, water splashes.
splitter splatter splutter splotter.
she smells the rain, she feels the rain.

she flings her little umbrella to the greyish skies,
and her little hoodie to the back of her mind,
along with the little nagging troubles.

round the lamp post stand,
she swirled and spun.
beneath the dark gloomy clouds,
she wished she could run.

somewhere faraway,
where she'd always be able to fit,
into this little yellow raincoat of hers,
and never outgrow it.

though time is timeless,
the little girl is not.
sizzle sazzle, suzzle sozzle,
the rain gentled...