ice-peach的作品
Monday, 28 February 2011
Sunday, 27 February 2011
Saturday, 26 February 2011
Friday, 25 February 2011
Thursday, 24 February 2011
Wednesday, 23 February 2011
Tuesday, 22 February 2011
Monday, 21 February 2011
Sunday, 20 February 2011
Saturday, 19 February 2011
Friday, 18 February 2011
c.y.head by the gazette
sorry
the previous c.y.head i put at here is by kuroyume,
this one is really by the gazette~
sorry~
the previous c.y.head i put at here is by kuroyume,
this one is really by the gazette~
sorry~
Thursday, 17 February 2011
Wednesday, 16 February 2011
entrance to hell
2day i go 2 shopping mall,
there write"entrance to mall",
i c there write"entrance to hell"><
there write"entrance to mall",
i c there write"entrance to hell"><
Tuesday, 15 February 2011
Monday, 14 February 2011
Sunday, 13 February 2011
Saturday, 12 February 2011
haizz.......
hard 2 imagine how's my result in 1st test
i m nt at home when new year...
maybe all fail??><
i m nt at home when new year...
maybe all fail??><
Friday, 11 February 2011
Thursday, 10 February 2011
poem by ruki
i read the poem by him
i cried
i cant imagine his past is sad...
i cant imagine he's always look bad,cool on the stage
but his background is really sad...
hope he can happy in his life now
now he's successful~
he do it!!
he prove 2 his dad he's successful now
he is the best musician!!
he's God!!
he's perfect!!
gambatte~RUKI SAMA
love u 4ever~
i cried
i cant imagine his past is sad...
i cant imagine he's always look bad,cool on the stage
but his background is really sad...
hope he can happy in his life now
now he's successful~
he do it!!
he prove 2 his dad he's successful now
he is the best musician!!
he's God!!
he's perfect!!
gambatte~RUKI SAMA
love u 4ever~
Wednesday, 9 February 2011
Tuesday, 8 February 2011
c.y.head by the gazette(kuroyume)~drug treatment
when i know the meaning of c.y.head,
no comment at all...
c.y.head=cutting your head=-=
no comment at all...
c.y.head=cutting your head=-=
Monday, 7 February 2011
my signature
in school,
my frens take my paper, n c my signature,
she ask"huh!tis is yr signature meh?very 'jia' leh!!impossible tis is yr signature!tis 1 no taste at all~'
why they know tat 1 nt my real signature de= =
can c from the taste i hv meh?
bt tat 1 reali nt my real signature,
in school,
i dun wan waste my time or others time,
so i create a super simple signature 4 the use in school~
my frens take my paper, n c my signature,
she ask"huh!tis is yr signature meh?very 'jia' leh!!impossible tis is yr signature!tis 1 no taste at all~'
why they know tat 1 nt my real signature de= =
can c from the taste i hv meh?
bt tat 1 reali nt my real signature,
in school,
i dun wan waste my time or others time,
so i create a super simple signature 4 the use in school~
Sunday, 6 February 2011
Saturday, 5 February 2011
Friday, 4 February 2011
poem by ruki~it's touching!!i really cry!!
poem by ruki (the gazette)
THIS POEM IS REALLY BY RUKI!!!Created by gazettefan4life on Saturday, January 15, 2011
I miss you daddy....
I know you don’t understand this....
We see each other all the time....
So how can I miss you....
I miss how you use to be when I was little....
The way you picked me up on your shoulders....
I miss the way we talked....
I miss the father I once had....
Many things changed when I went into high school....
You being one of them ....
We still did the things we always did....
But it seems I could never make you happy....
Was it because I dreamed of music?....
And you dreamed for me to be something more....
You said you wanted me happy....
You wanted to give me the world....
I remember those words you told me when I was younger....
“Do whatever makes you happy and let no one get in the way”....
I did, but you were the thing in my way....
I also remember the words you said ten years later....
“I rather have no son than a son like you”....
When you said that to me....
I felt like a thousand knives stabbed at my heart and soul....
Then I decided to let my heart become cold and be a stone....
I decided to throw my body, heart, and soul into the world....
To see if I can catch a dream....
I caught it daddy....
Now we are together again....
But it still doesn’t make me happy to see you....
Daddy you hurt me....
You told me to leave....
You said, “I once had a son”....
The days I had to bear with you in my adolescence....
It seemed to go on forever....
Like a vicious cycle that kept repeating....
The things you said the things you did....
Like the time you slammed my face into the concrete ground....
Do you remember the blood that stained it?....
I’m sure you don’t....
It seems as though you’ve erased your memory....
As if they never happen....
Like we live in this perfect family....
But daddy it’s not like that....
Whenever I see your face it gives me hell....
I can’t stand it....
I try to make you happy but it seems nothing ever happens....
When I see you looking at me I feel like crying....
When I look at your face it puts a dull ache in my heart ....
It seems like you held my world in your palms....
And you could crush me any time you would like....
There are countless times that I wanted to scream at you....
How could you do this?....
I’m your son ....
Why?....
Those were the things that often ran through my head....
I could deal with the physical pain....
But the pain in my heart seems to grow....
It was destroying me....
Slowly eating me alive....
Your words hurt more than anything....
I’ve thought about leaving this world....
As you should know....
You found me that night I tried to leave....
Do you remember the blood that flowed on our tile floors?....
I do, I always remember....
Do you know what I thought when I woke up in the hospital?....
Of course you don’t, I never told anyone....
I thought ....
“Why did you save me?”....
I thought....
“I still have to bear with the heart ache of not being the son you wanted”....
Do you remember what I said when I left....
“Daddy I love you. I’m sorry I’m not the son you wanted”....
Do you remember that?....
I’m sure you don’t....
You seem to forget the pain you made me feel....
But I still miss the way you use to tuck me in at night....
Guess what daddy?....
I can still say it....
“I love you”....
Daddy do these words pull a pain in your chest?....
I bet they don’t....
But I hope it stings enough to make you remember ...."
Matsumoto Takanori
I know you don’t understand this....
We see each other all the time....
So how can I miss you....
I miss how you use to be when I was little....
The way you picked me up on your shoulders....
I miss the way we talked....
I miss the father I once had....
Many things changed when I went into high school....
You being one of them ....
We still did the things we always did....
But it seems I could never make you happy....
Was it because I dreamed of music?....
And you dreamed for me to be something more....
You said you wanted me happy....
You wanted to give me the world....
I remember those words you told me when I was younger....
“Do whatever makes you happy and let no one get in the way”....
I did, but you were the thing in my way....
I also remember the words you said ten years later....
“I rather have no son than a son like you”....
When you said that to me....
I felt like a thousand knives stabbed at my heart and soul....
Then I decided to let my heart become cold and be a stone....
I decided to throw my body, heart, and soul into the world....
To see if I can catch a dream....
I caught it daddy....
Now we are together again....
But it still doesn’t make me happy to see you....
Daddy you hurt me....
You told me to leave....
You said, “I once had a son”....
The days I had to bear with you in my adolescence....
It seemed to go on forever....
Like a vicious cycle that kept repeating....
The things you said the things you did....
Like the time you slammed my face into the concrete ground....
Do you remember the blood that stained it?....
I’m sure you don’t....
It seems as though you’ve erased your memory....
As if they never happen....
Like we live in this perfect family....
But daddy it’s not like that....
Whenever I see your face it gives me hell....
I can’t stand it....
I try to make you happy but it seems nothing ever happens....
When I see you looking at me I feel like crying....
When I look at your face it puts a dull ache in my heart ....
It seems like you held my world in your palms....
And you could crush me any time you would like....
There are countless times that I wanted to scream at you....
How could you do this?....
I’m your son ....
Why?....
Those were the things that often ran through my head....
I could deal with the physical pain....
But the pain in my heart seems to grow....
It was destroying me....
Slowly eating me alive....
Your words hurt more than anything....
I’ve thought about leaving this world....
As you should know....
You found me that night I tried to leave....
Do you remember the blood that flowed on our tile floors?....
I do, I always remember....
Do you know what I thought when I woke up in the hospital?....
Of course you don’t, I never told anyone....
I thought ....
“Why did you save me?”....
I thought....
“I still have to bear with the heart ache of not being the son you wanted”....
Do you remember what I said when I left....
“Daddy I love you. I’m sorry I’m not the son you wanted”....
Do you remember that?....
I’m sure you don’t....
You seem to forget the pain you made me feel....
But I still miss the way you use to tuck me in at night....
Guess what daddy?....
I can still say it....
“I love you”....
Daddy do these words pull a pain in your chest?....
I bet they don’t....
But I hope it stings enough to make you remember ...."
Matsumoto Takanori
Thursday, 3 February 2011
Wednesday, 2 February 2011
Tuesday, 1 February 2011
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