Izaura

Ai, ai, ai, Izaura, Hoje eu não posso ficar
Se eu cair em seus braços, Não há desperta- dor
Que me fa- ça acordar, (Eu vou trabalhar)
Ai, ai, ai, Izaura, Hoje eu não posso ficar
Se eu cair em seus braços, Não há desperta- dor
Que me fa- ça acordar, (Eu vou trabalhar)
O trabalho é um dever, Todos devem respeitar
O Izaura me desculpe, No domingo eu vou voltar
Seu carinho é muito bom, Ninguém pode contestar



What a beautfiul song...................

ME

Chaotic, obsessed, crazy

That is me.

When can I learn to live like a normal person?
It is not like I am not trying.

Why do I get so easily obsessed?
Why do I get so easily upset?

Split/Dilemma

I hate myself.
I love myself.

I hate Hong Kong.
I love Hong Kong.

I hate my parents.
I love my parents.






Why is it always so hard??

Who are you?

Who are you?

Who am I?

There is no easy answer.
The more you ask yourself, the more you find.

And the less you ask yourself, the more you confine to the present mode.

The present mask you are wearing.
And you will grow less conscious about it, and slowly accept that this IS you.

I have been putting on this set of mask of happy and exciting faces since I moved here.
I acted like it and it fitted really well.

But somehow something is not quite right. So I looked underneath......

There it was me, the insecure, sensitive and emotional me.
The ME that I want to get rid of all my life (which is only 27 of years....)

It is not screaming for attention. It has just sunk, and entered an ambigious and confusing arena.
The confused Id of mine. Drowning.

So I have to find an outlet for it. Somewhere I can be honest and myself.
To unify me.

And perhaps finally accept myself.