The last time I listened to Music Radio was the first year in college, and have never listened since then. Because back in high school, the prices of a digital music player were incredibly high, an economic way to enjoy music was listening to Music Radio. After I got my own music player, I listened on my own.

Lately I have been tied to another cell phone, NOKIA 5530, with radio function. It’s smaller than my iPod classic 160G, and can notify me if there’s an incoming call or message while I’m enjoying music. I turned on the radio function last night and Music Radio seems to be carrying out a charity campaign titled “The 5003 Project of Love”, which aims to help 500 children afford their 3 years’ educational expenses. This reminds me of Project Hope and the big eyes as its promotional icon.

“I want to go to school.” Can you hear that at the entrance to a rave? Can you think of that when sitting at Starbucks?

Help them at once! Text the numerals 5003 to 10699958 and you’ll have RMB ￥10.00 donated!

“The Playground in the Morning” – BiBi Zhou, Cyndi Wang & Qingniaofeiyu

↑ Sunrise – BobbySummer

“Mornings” – Club 8

Part I

Once I was asked, “Who might probably see a sunrise?”

I thought it was above thinking twice and said, “Surely everyone, only if they are living.”

But it turned out to be a butt for I was quite simple-minded. I hadn’t realized that till someone cued me, “When was the last time you saw a sunrise?”

How I wished I’d been able to answer him, and yet somehow I couldn’t.

Being dumb was not that easy, not like when I was asked something on syntax or phonetics.

I couldn’t remember when it was the last time I saw a sunrise because I’m always up well after the sun is up. I simply take it for granted that the sun rises every day no matter if I witness it by the window.

The answer emerged that one has to stay up till dawn to see a sunrise.

But why does he have to?

Because he’s all alone.

Part II

Really doubt if it is dawn

Chromatic wash on the lawn

A verdant place turns fawn

Fine enough to stifle a yawn

Man in bed looks so drawn

Beside another he is a pawn

Intimacy would not be sawn

Without cruelty or a bit of brawn

When soul steps out of desire,
the body is empty.
Desire is going wild,
losing its grip,
and eating itself at last.

“Stay indoors!” was what I heard.
I did the same as told.

Who would know what I was thinking if I didn’t tell?

Yes! It’s the power of desire
that corrodes my body.

Plus it turns the colorful world into a monochromatic cave.

However, whatever
I’m told not to do
will be the evidence that explains
why I am anything but ordinary.

“Losing Grip” – Avril Lavigne