Tonight I've been  continously listening a song for hours named Misunderstood  , for the style it brings to me and the feeling I take for myself . Its rythm stepped as the lyrics lapsing ,with a little bit of sadness . I had once get this sound from a famous movie called Bridget Jone's Diary , a movie with a pretty English style ( esp. for its script with a trace of Jane Austin ,a famous and typical English writer ,and one of my favorite English writer) ,starring Renee Zellweger (although she's not pretty looking) .And more importantly , it is sung by Robbie Willliams . I like Robbie , you know . Robbie has once lead many styles in his song , including rock ,blue ,pop ,and even  nostalgic Holywood  style in old times . But in this song , Robbie shows an aspect that's just opposite to enthusiasm and energy . I could see Robbie lying in the bed in one Sunday afternoon , retrace the time that had passed ,with a nostalgic and peaceful taste . "Trying to be misunderstood / But it doesn't do me any good / Love the way they smiled at me
/ Held their face for eternity / Now let them all fly off". I love this kind of feeling .

 

  And the lyrics of Misunderstood is presented below .Unfortunately , I couldn't  find a link to this song . I know  but lyrics is not enough . Anyway , I wish more guys could listen this song and enjoy it .

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Misunderstood

 

                 by Robbie Williams
Trying to be misunderstood
But it doesn't do me any good
Love the way they smiled at me
Held their face for eternity
Now let them all fly off

 

When it comes down
It all comes down
And you will not be found
When it's over it's all over
Even if I make a sound

 

I'll be misunderstood
By the beautiful and good in this city
None of it was planned
Take me by the hand
Just don't try ...and understand

 

Trying to be misunderstood
Just a product of my childhood
Still I find myself outside
You can't say I haven't tried
Perhaps I tried too hard

 

No excuses, I won't apologise
Or justify your lies
Come find me, tell them to me
Look me in the eyes

 

I'll be misunderstood
By the beautiful and good in this city
None of this was planned
Take me by the hand
Just don't try ...and understand

 

Can't forgive, sorry to say
You don't know you're guilty anyway
Isn't it funny how we don't speak
The language of love?

  It seems to be a long time since I put some comments on Citizen Kane last time on this blog . Time elapses as someone sticked to his memories . Usually , time is a kind of antidote ,rather than so called solution ,to varieties of memories. But I say, just forget about it when it comes . And then , pick it up and try to recall freely but privately .

 

  I have to admit that I consume more time on the Internet than my diary book with my computer becaming a part of my life . And llife is always changing in its own way . Sometimes  I judge it to be good and hopeful just before the moment that it turns out to be bad . I suppose I have got used to it . Undoubtfully , it is .

 

  I spent most of my time in hospital after my arrival home. I never expected to meet anything lucky in holidays , and this time I  encountered a bad luck ,God blesses . I remeber a lot of people can get what they think in fairy tales ,but my holiday is even a staggeringly exaggerating fairy tale to me . My mother had her right leg broken.

 

  I can see clearly my mother's knee was broken into four pieces from the X-ray photo . Maybe to some French artists of behaviorism it was a piece of artwork , but to me it is definitely a disaster .

 

  So I dedicate most of my time to mother ,as a role of private nurse . At first , I try to do some  other things ,such as reading some books during the  free time in hospital , but things finger out to be impossible . It is too noisy , and you have to deal with a lot of trivial things . So I can not calm down to  my books . Finally , I take my mp3 player to hospital . After all, I'd like to have my mind teemed with music rather than noise .

 

  I judge it to be the very beginning of my winter holiday .