I wanna catch those moments but I can't.

I watch everything, watch the world I live in.

You're my favourite movie. But I don't know the end. You're part of the movie, but I'm not. So we can never meet each other. The boy in the movie loved a girl, the girl reality loved the boy in the movie. They¡¯re Starry and J.

We're in two different worlds. Like sunrise and sunset, we have never met each other.

The life of sunrise is alive, the life of sunset is dead.

My ice-cream was crying. I tasted that big tear, sweet and cool.

My ice-cream's tears were becoming more and more, they dropped on my favourite book. Tears with chocolate. The words were becoming fuzzy.

Sometimes, crying is kinda way of happy.

And what's the end? Tears dried and died. I was still sitting there and listening to the sound of nothing. Weird feeling.

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I'm frustrated. I cannot ignore the terrible exam result, even when I'm with my friends. I try to smile, I try to forget, just a moment.

Finally I know the end, I don't wanna know but I have to know. It can't hide, I can't lie.

Well it's a new beginning for me. I'm too lazy so that's it, it's fair. It's just something to wake me up. I've been mix-up for some days. It's just the past, I cannot forget but it's just a past. New days are waving to me. The tide is high but I'm holding on, I'm gonna be the NO.1. I'm not that kinda girl, who gives up just like that. It's just a beginning to a brand new Starry!

I was born to try. Nobody was born to lose.

I have to love those things.

I'm exploring.

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Happiness is too pure and simple, so it's easy to break.

The leaving of the leaf, is because of the pursuit of the wind, or the not keeping of the tree?

Some things needn¡¯t to be asked forever, Some people needn't wait forever.

Happiness is a choice...

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I went to the library of school just now. I walked in the empty corridor, suddenly I feel unacquainted. In this large school, I found that the places I've been, the things I've found, were too few.

I borrowed a book written by Marguerite Duras. She was a great French writer. 

Well she led a complicated life, so I'm interested in her. She dared to love, dared to hate. She often felt desperated but never gave up. She found joy from opposing. She led a worthy life.

She said writing was kinda dying.

As a women, you can love her or hate her. As a writer, she's a treasure, imperishable.

Although I don't like complicated life, but I wanna know more about her very much.

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I meet a boy who loves rock like me. He asked me for my cell phone number.

It's cool but I'm a bit afraid. He's 16 now. Well it's good to find someone like him.

Avril's new album will be released this month...