“The only reason for time is so that everything doesn't happen at once.”

- Albert Einstein

Some books are best-sellers

Not because the writer writes well.

Simply because they put everything a girl wants

Into a perfectly shaped and moulded guy protagonist.

And everything a guy wants into the girl.

Put the two together and bammm

Best-sellers.

That's why some shows can be so addictive.

You get so into the characters that you wish you were them.

Living their life.

Their fictional life.

Once in a random while

Reality slaps us in the face

Reminding us to snap out of the fantasy world.

Because reality in fact

Is much more exciting.

Reality in fact is very exciting,

When you allow Him to write your story.

Sometimes we try to hard

To reshape our own life after someone else's.

Only to find that

It's not half as good as it seems in the show...

Tonight I rediscovered

My battle scars.

Wounds that I thought were long healed.

Little did I know

It's still fresh and alive

Bleeding and swelling

Infesting my entire being.

Little did I know

That little girl

I hate so much to be

Is still alive.

Anger and rage

Re-erupted.

And I fear tomorrow.

Lover, I am aware of you.

I am aware of your tugging at my heart.

I am aware of your calling.

But Lover, I want more.

I want Your embrace.

I want Your overwhelming affection.

I want intimacy.

I want assurance.

I want security.

I want peace.

Lover, I'm exhausted.

如果

四季可以安排得極為黯淡

如果太陽願意

人生可以安排得極為寂寞

如果愛情願意

我可以永不再出現

如果你願意

除了對你的思念

親愛的朋友 我一無長物

然而 如果你願意

我將立即使思念枯萎 斷落

如果你願意 我將

把每一粒種子都掘起

把每一條河流都切斷

讓荒蕪干涸延伸到無窮遠

今生今世 永不再將你想起

除了 除了在有些個

因落淚而濕潤的夜裡

如果 如果你願意

席慕容《七里香》

What beautiful words.

Walking Down the Memory Lane

My task to pack away commenced today.

Rummaging through my old birthday cards, birthday gifts, letters and notes,

There was an inevitable bittersweet feeling tugging at my heart.

Looking at the pig face that a friend made for me years ago

I can't help but smile at how far we've come.

By the way, very smart in using clay! It's in two pieces now :D

(But don't worry it's in a jewel box)

I love receiving letters.

I love reading what other people wrote.

Beneath each written word is an emotion.

Beneath each letter is a story.

That's why I love letters.

Hundreds of questions go through my head when I read them

What was he feeling?

What was she doing?

Why did he choose this paper?

Why this colored pen?

Where did he write this?

Why did she draw this?

Does he still feel the same?

Does she remember writing this?

Is this promise kept?

Or is this a broken promise?

Sweet because all these are part of our history.

Bitter because all these may no longer be our present.

Friendships.

Level of friendships.

Affections.

I'm glad that living in the midst of the ever-changing

My God is unchanging.

Postcards, apology letters, birthday notes and a simple doodle

They made my high school life.

But there comes the day when I need to put a lid to all these

Ship them away and...

For the lack of better words - move on.

Never forget your yesterday

But don't neglect your tomorrow either.