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Thursday, October 22, 2015

2014 四月
April 2014
What does it will like to stand beside you? How high should I lift my head when we talk? Do you tend to look better from the side or from the front? How will we look like as a couple? Will it be awkward? I can't wait to find out.

2015 十月
October 2015
It's natural. To stand by you, to look you in the face and talk, to walk, to walk together. It's all become natural.

Wednesday, June 24, 2015

The words of the reckless pierce like swords, but the tongue of the wise brings healing.
Proverbs 12:18

Today, and all the rest of the days of my life, I pray for such wisdom.





Monday, May 4, 2015

LDR, long distance relationship. A mental sport.

It takes you out of your comfort zone and pushes you into an unknown.
Well, not exactly unknown, but you tend to have a blurred vision, nothing is clear cut anymore.
Some feel excited about the challenge, some are frightened.
Either way, it tests your courage.

Success depends not on training or experience, not even on the depth of love.
In fact, there is no way to predict success.

Professional athletes may avoid this sport.
They generally prefer basketball, tennis, swimming, cycling, and other kinds of conventional sport.
Some fear LDR, some fear failure.

But the good news is, this is a doubles kind of sport.
So you never have to fight alone, you get to choose a partner.

Sunday, January 18, 2015



Thursday, December 25, 2014





I thank you for all the things you did for me, 
but it's the things you didn't do that touched me the most.


Wednesday, December 24, 2014

December likes you.

Even though he only manages to cross paths with you for a brief moment, only after much chaos in a full year, you're always on his mind.  Though it may seem as if December made no effort to keep in touch sometimes, you can rest assured that he will always show up at the exact time he promised.  It's just not his fashion to break promises.  You may also think December isn't all that important.  After all, it's just a month of festivals and celebrations.  You think people only enjoy and celebrate when they have free time - extra time - that they have no idea how to spend.  You think busy people don't celebrate, they have their own lives to live.  You think you'd like to become one of the busy people, they seem more grown up.

December doesn't agree with you; for he exists, exclusively for you.

He knows exactly when you need a break from the year, and that's when he always steps in, just in time, like a safety net, ready to embrace your fall.  December says this is where you recharge and refuel, and he doesn't leave you to do that alone.  Sometimes, he even does it for you.

Then, when it is time to go, December is not afraid, he sends you off with many wishes, knowing that another year of adventure awaits.  He knows you will flourish as you walk from January to November.  He knows you will return to eagerly exchange many stories when you meet again.  He is just as excited as you are, and when you're gone, he will miss you more than you imagine.

I think it is the most gentle act of love when December throws a private party on New Year's Eve for you, where both of you sit down in each other's company and do nothing in particular, enjoying a mere form of co-existing.  For as they say, true intimacy lies in the art of doing nothing at all with the people who matter.  And silence amplifies the beating of hearts in moments such as these.

Some would tell you not to be too sad as you count down to farewell,
but only you know you are giving thanks for the good year well spent, together and apart.

Sunday, September 14, 2014





Wednesday, August 27, 2014

这善变的世界 难得有你

This ever-changing world, it's precious to have you
Let's grow old together, counting the stars

She is the girl who plays with words, they have been her favourite toy for as long as she could remember.

Some words are so easy to use, the I, Me and Myself, so short and simple we literally use it all the time.
        "Yes, I did this all by myself."
        "No, It wasn't me."

Others more difficult to utter, the thank you-s and sorry-s that may take a while to escape our lips.
        "Thank you for all that you've done for me."
        "Thank you for everything you could have used to hurt me, but you didn't."
        "I'm sorry it ever happened."

Some words are magical, the love and the hate, they can make and break.
        "I love you too."
        "Please don't hate me."

Forever is a magical word.  :)
And this girl, well, she has always been extra careful with magic.
'Cause a little magic is fun, but you don't play with magic, do you?
You only use it when you are fully aware of what comes next, if you don't want any trouble.

Friendship forever, that's what people always say, but not this girl.
Only a handful have received her magical promise, and these special people know their own names. 

Thursday, August 7, 2014

The way she sweated and her hands were sticky,
and the way his fingers were stuck in between hers.

The way she looked into his eyes and he looked into hers, 
and for a long time no one spoke.

The way tears filled those eyes and the gentle hands that wiped them off,
belonged to a man with red eyes too.

The way the words that never came out right
made their way to the heart.

She never imagined it could happen to her,
but it did.

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

I feel a chill in the air, see the trees are nearly bare;
I watch the couples talking, laughing without care.

I wish that you could be here,  I see your face everywhere;
I would do anything to have you close and near.

Uh oh, uh oh, to have you close and near.
Uh oh, uh oh, I wish that you were here.

It began with a fallen leaf,  Priscilla Ahn

Saturday, July 19, 2014


There is nothing worth waiting,
We don't know for sure if tomorrow is coming.

Friday, July 18, 2014

Sometimes I think of the sun and the moon as lovers who rarely meet, always chase, and always miss one another.
But once in a while, they do catch up, and they kiss, and the world stares in awe of their eclipse.
-Taken from Fb

Thursday, June 12, 2014

I will always remember what a DJ said one night (I think it was new year's eve), sharing about a photography gallery he went to visit, and a photograph that changed his mind about the romantics of fireworks.

"The photograph showed little children, their hands and legs, their faces and their clothes dusty and dirty. These children worked for a factory making fireworks, because they were the cheapest labour and what seemed best for the business. But these children had no insurance, no education, they didn't know if any accidents were to happen, the dust on them which is exactly the same ingredient they put into the fire crackers, will burn them first, they will be the first people to explode and die. Ever since I saw that photograph, I have never looked at fireworks the same way I used to. They were just not exciting and beautiful anymore, all I could see was the children used in this industry."

12 June, in conjunction with World Day against Child Labour.

Tuesday, May 27, 2014

我是喜欢漂亮文字的女孩,喜欢用美丽的方式写个长篇大论的文章,说着他有多重要 。






Saturday, May 17, 2014

They say challenges makes love stronger,
I hope it's true;
'Cause every time I fear and shiver,
I can't help but wonder, where are you?

They say absence makes the heart grow fonder,
I suppose it's true;
'Cause every time my heart wanders,
It reaches out for you.

They say all things good are worth the wait,
I know it's true;
'Cause every time I complain that you come late,
I know you don't want it this way too.

So near yet so far,
Oh, holidays!


Friday, May 9, 2014

She sits and reads, lost in a world of her own.
He lays back just to watch her, she is his world.


Tuesday, March 25, 2014


All that I have now is not by chance, it's what you worked so hard for, so I could see, so we could love.
I give thanks.  :)

Monday, March 10, 2014




Sunday, March 2, 2014

All those years ago, we called ourselves friends forever.  
Now, I know you're a miracle.

Friday, February 28, 2014



Wednesday, February 26, 2014




Inspire me, please.
Don't just fill the hole in my heart, dear.
I don't want you to fill my heart with all things sweet, I want you to teach me and show me ways I can fill it on my own.
So that when I say I love you, you will know that I say it with a full heart out of truth, not out of loneliness.

Friday, February 14, 2014

It's such a big word I dare not utter it.
It's such a huge burden I dare not touch it.
It's such a magical spell, I dare not use it.

But you gave it to me, and you said it's love.

Wednesday, February 12, 2014

I thought I could never clear my heart of those things, people, moments and futures that didn't belong to me..
They just took up too much space.

But you told me there is space for me in yours.

Friday, February 7, 2014



Sunday, December 1, 2013

She likes December.

She has always thought of December as tough but gentle.  He is like a scheduled spring clean, always there in the ugliest times of the year, at the end of it when all energy is almost used up and everything's in a mess.  He's a quiet one, gently taking in all her complaints and miseries of unfulfilled dreams.  He's a gentle one, quietly taking in bigger dreams for a newer year.  He will help pick her up from her mistakes, patch up her confidence, polish her trophies and glories, and then pack her bags for a new beginning.  And he will pack in a bit of his own love, praying it will be of use when circumstances arise in the unknown year.  He will be by her side for thirty-one days and thirty-one nights, to the end.  He will be the one who understands her the most, because when she was most vulnerable, he was the one who was there.  He gave her time because he knew she needed it, thirty-one days to be ready again for new challenges to come.

It was time enough to fall in love, thirty-one days, but December knew when to let go, when she needed him no more.  He knew she had other choices; for instance, January has always been interesting, brave and charming, always the first to come out and fight the new year.  Maybe she'd be more happy with the others.  December hadn't much self esteem, you see, he always came last in school where they taught the calendar.

But she likes December, especially the first of December, when they always meet again, finally, after one whole year.  To her, it was like a new chance, a new reason to look forward to an uncertainty.

Tuesday, November 5, 2013

I want to go to the beach, waddle in the water, get wet, like those letters tucked safely in a locked drawer, tear stained.
I want to bury myself in sand, like memories buried in a faraway land.

I want to build a dozen sandcastles, a little empire to call mine.  Inside, I will have a house that smells like home.
I will build another dozen sandcastles for you, another world to be called yours; different but no more or less.
And inside, I pray you live a life long enough to love.

And that is how we will be living, in two separate cities, spread across a big blue sea.  We'll share nothing in common, probably.
But the air you breathe sustains me, and the sun that you see every morning, is the same one that reaches me.

One day, we might go travelling, who knows?  We might stumble into each other's dreams, and leave a footprint there, carelessly.
Just like my beautiful daughter did as she took her first step away from my arms into her own world.

Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Pretending is an interesting business, practice really makes perfect.
Everyday you pretend a little bit better until one day it becomes so natural and then you don't even have to pretend anymore.
It becomes true.

What about dreams?
Can the castle I practice painting in the sky gain weight each time I dream of it?
Will there be a day when it touches the ground and finally becomes solid and real?
Will you hold my hand and walk into my dream together then?

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Long live all the magic we made.

Can you please take a moment, promise me this?
That you'll stand by me forever
but if God forbid fate should step in
and force us into a goodbye.

If you have children someday, 
when they point to the pictures, 
please tell them my name.
Tell them how the crowds went wild, 
tell them how I hope they shine.

Long live all the walls we crashed through,
I had the time of my life, with you.

Friday, October 4, 2013

Felt a strong and sudden urge to read my old writings this evening.
And so, I spent the past two hours generally scanning through some of my work in the past two or three years.
Some of them were shared publicly here, some in a previous blog; some left as drafts in pendrives and emails, some scribbled in a small notebook....
I like do this once in a while, digging up old memories; how about you?

Today, these few lines written back in February 2010 caught my eye.

"I want to see you now.
I want to tell you I'm sorry.
I don't need to be forgiven but I need to apologize."

As of now, I haven't had the chance to meet up with this person and apologize.  I'm pretty sure he would have forgotten the lies I told him once upon a time.  And I'm pretty sure if I bump into him tomorrow during lunch or dinner, I'd smile and say 'hi', but I will definitely not bring this awkwardness up by saying 'sorry'.  I don't think it matters anymore.

Still, it never fails to amaze me how I know I will lose sleep again tonight because of some twenty simple words I wrote three years ago.  And that is why I write, to feel the adrenaline rush, the excitement of the magical connection between letters and human.  Ahh, what love.  :)

Wednesday, October 2, 2013

No mater how far a migratory bird may fly, it always misses the south.
The heaven of a traveller who has been to the ends of the earth, is still home.
My next stop, I can't be sure yet whether it'll be cold or warm.
When dawn breaks, I will leave again.

If I come back, will there be someone waiting?
If I am lonely, is there anyone who understands?
I imagine us meeting again, but I fear I have no courage
to wish to be in your arms.

There's an echo from the tunnel of past times,
won't you listen to that?
That is what we had back then,
a happy pinky promise.

Some people stay in our hearts, unforgotten.
Some things, some dreams, are yet to have a definite answer.
Some words, the harder it is to say,
the lovelier they will sound.
Let us come close, I wish to tell you quietly
how much I love you.

This heart of mine is still there, it never left.
I went all around the world, but what is most precious is you.
Do you still remember your favourite song?  Let me sing it for you
and tell you quietly how much I love you.

The original song in Mandarin:  悄悄告诉你 / 范玮琪  (link)
*I did not translate word for word, I just wrote what I think the song wanted to say in simple English.

Saturday, September 28, 2013

His heart small, like his closed little fist, unable to hold half a world without it slipping away between his fingers.
Can a human heart possibly be filled with overflowing emptiness?

Thursday, September 26, 2013

I miss the ticking of your hands, the stories you tell over the years.
I miss your warmth, the pressure I feel the way you grab my wrist.
But now, you hold on to another's hand, and you give her all your time.
Her time too, becomes yours.

You are the watch I left behind at a hotel last vacation.

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

誰說這是一個殘缺的世界 我卻因妳而完整

如果妳害怕明天危險 我願抱著妳冒險
就算只剩下一天 也要緊握妳的手
逆著風 闖世界的盡頭

残缺的完整 / 动力火车


Who says this is an imperfect world?  But because of you, I am complete and whole.
If you fear tomorrow, I will carry you as we face the risks.
Even if there is only one last day left, I will hold your hand, tight.
We will face the stormy winds, and reach the ends of earth.

Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Today's Challenge:
Write a letter to someone you love.  Could be a friend, a family member, or even your pet.
Doesn't have to be too long, just so you feel the excitement I do when my pen scratches across my pieces of paper.
They make the sweetest hum of love ever.

If you'll like, share it with me?  :)

Sunday, September 22, 2013

No one knows where we'll be
No one knows how we'll meet
No one knows how long before you're here with me

No one knows why we fear
No one knows what we'll see
No one knows when all the answers will be near

(从一片落叶开始 / 苏打绿)
(It begins with a fallen leaf / Sodagreen)

Friday, September 20, 2013

"If you can dream it, you can do it."
Walter Elias Disney

Thursday, September 19, 2013

Dear Reader(s),

It's been a few busy months, and my writer's mind has been a bit lazy.  Lacking inspiration, I think?  Probably partly because one of my favourite inspirations, my crush-friend, has now started to really become a friend.  He is now half a day behind me, at another end of the globe.  And I am happy with this distance, it makes us able to move forward.  I imagine our friendship to go a long way ahead.  :)

And speaking of friendships, a fond friend of mine just texted me yesterday.  He was going to have a math exam and got too bored with his revision, he started to count the number of days we knew each other.  Coincidentally, it was the 1000th day since we first talked!  Gee, how many thousand days does one have in a lifetime?  Some have more, some have less.  Up to now, I lived some six thousand over days.  But what have I done with my days, all those days that another being did not have a chance to live?

How about you?  What did you do your with your past 1000 days?  And what do you have in store for the next 1000 days?  Honestly, I don't have a direct answer at my fingertips myself, but I will try to plan something sometime soon.  Will you do that too, and then share it with me?  Please?

Hmm.  I survived two and a half semesters in my pre-u, with just another two months to go before the finals, and then my first year in degree.  Am very much enjoying all the classes I have, I really have chosen a field I enjoy:  TESL.  Though this semester, somewhere in the middle of class, we were exposed to what might be in store for us as future teachers.  Our pay will not be very high, and the inflation rates, especially those in my country, will be very high.  I fear for not having enough money, and I fear that will make me hate my job.  If that happens, will you be reading my blog and help me bring more readers so I can earn from ads?  I hope I don't have to do that, I like my blog the way it is now, clean and ad-free.  Anyways, for now, I still love what I'm doing, and I do not plan on quitting.

These few busy months have made me want to write more.  Could this be because stress and work always makes me feel rebellious, so I'd like to spend time doing something 'not so important', which is to write?  I chuckle when I know it is true and untrue at the same time.  Writing is so important to me.

Just the other day, a friend of mine shared this (link) on my Facebook.  He saw a picture post about storytelling tips, and he thought of me.  How blessed it is to be the first person to pop into his mind when he came across those storytelling tips?  It makes me feel so much like an amazing storyteller, even though I'm not one yet.  It's such an encouragement to me, especially since I haven't had the time or energy to write for quite a while now.

And looking back at my last post, one of my favourite bloggers commented to saying "... looking forward to reading you more."  And that comment made my day, Raajii.  Here's a hug for you if you're reading this.    Thank you.  :)

Okay, now I better get back to my schoolwork.  Will make it an effort to update more often, (even if it might mean shorter posts).

Alive and Kicking,

Saturday, September 14, 2013

You are a yellow scarf in autumn, the colour of a summer's day.

Saturday, July 27, 2013

They like to say falling in love is like finding the other piece of puzzle that fits yourself perfectly. But who ever said that we were born like puzzle pieces, with the missing edge and the protruding edge? I know I am a circle, and you are too, round and complete. But for each other, we give and we take, we take and we give more. Then finally, the world sees us as matching pieces of puzzle because they don’t realize we’re just two rounds who didn’t care about looking awkward, and still decided to hold each other in our hands. So we bow our heads and laugh together, and yet they make a picture out of our laughter.

Thursday, July 11, 2013

Dearest Me,
The problem with you is that you keep wanting the things you can't have so badly.
If you could just let go and embrace things that actually belong to you and with you, 
why would you prefer to be miserable?
Think about it.

Saturday, May 4, 2013

I just had to make a picture post to share with you what we did last night for our King Lear Dramatisation.  :D
King Lear is a drama written by Shakespeare during the Elizabethan Era when Queen Elizabeth I reigned. You can click here to read a synopsis of the drama. We're doing this dramatization for our English Studies class as part of our assignment.  We did not do the whole drama, but chose some scenes to put together as our own adaptation.

Personally, I enjoyed the preparation and performance very much and our lecturers enjoyed our show too.  Can't put in words my joy and satisfaction of putting up a drama together as a team like this, it's my first time being so involved in a drama.  Hmm, am not going to post all the pics here, just a few sneak pics for you.

Preperation:  This was the first time we tried putting up our backdrop, it's really huge!  The dead tree next to it is twice my height!
We were trying to create a scene in the storm out in a heath.
This effect worked really well with the lighting on the actual day.

Preperation:  The French Camp scene backdrop.
There was also a map we drew, but I didn't take a good enough picture for it.  ><

Just before showtime:
This is Princess Cordelia from Team B.  Lovely dress, no?

Cordelia with her father, King Lear.
The old king gone mad after banishing his favourite daughter and being banished by his own two daughters who took his kingdom.
Our Cordelia really cried in the last scene of our dramatisation where she was reunited with her father.  :')

Our director, Cordelia and Kent.

The servant from Team A, my favourite picture of the day.

Myself, servant from Team B, trying to dress like a  British man back then.

The Fool from Team B.  The Fool's job is to entertain, comfort and advise the King.
The Fool is the greatest irony of the drama King Lear because he is actually very wise and not foolish at all in the play.
I'm very happy with this picture, I think this is the happiest picture I ever get of her,
she seldom smiles so widely like this.  :)

Poor Tom O'Bedlams from Teams A and B.
Poor Tom is the son of an Earl, a high class gentleman who disguised himself as a beggar when his father sought his death.
Who's more beggar-ish?  :P

Team A after the performance

Our team, Team B after the performance

Friday, May 3, 2013

Sometimes I wonder, what does a memory consist?

Two tablespoons of joy,
100g of love,
a pinch of hurt, and
half a hate.

Mix them together and leave it to bake for 2 years.  
When cooled,
sprinkle a little loss on top.

Is that all?

Thursday, May 2, 2013


I wish to be like a child again, sitting straight and proud on my daddy's shoulders, 
Clinging tight, refusing to come down.
And he wouldn't mind, he'd carry me around the world with him.

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Sunday, April 14, 2013

Even after all this time, the sun never says to the earth, you owe me.
Look what happens with a love like that, it lights up the whole sky.

Hafiz, whose given name was Shams-ud-din Muhammad, was one of the greatest of Persia's mystical and lyrical Sufi poets. He was born in Shiraz in south-east Persia (modern Iran) c. 1320 and died c. 1389. He is affectionately known as "The Tongue of the Invisible".

Saturday, April 6, 2013

Updates on my first 25% of 2013 as promised.  :)  Have been busy with this and that, but I haven't forgotten about my other world here.

Am now in the second semester of my pre-university programme, it's busier than I imagined.  Honestly speaking, I always thought the teaching profession isn't really a profession that focuses on academic performance, I always thought that experience was the key and that the years in uni were just to widen our knowledge, not really to test our knowledge.

The semester started off well in January, We did a play, Florence; and after that we did a drama.  I was excited to do the drama King Lear by Shakespeare.  It was tough to understand the language, 'cause we weren't exposed to old English before.  But it started to get fun when we slowly got the idea how how the language worked itself out.  I really like studying literature, is that odd?

Going into February, I flew two flights back home for Chinese New Year.  Ahh, Chinese New Year, got to meet my old friends and my favourite teacher!  :D  For the first time in many many many years, I got myself two dresses to wear for new year.  I am not used to wearing dresses, and people are all the more not used to seeing me in dresses.  Anyways, it was okay in the end.  Learnt that when I slowly felt comfortable with myself in dresses, and when that happens, people feel comfortable with seeing me in them too.  :)

March was the busiest month of all.  We had sports day. And it was assignment month.  My worst habit of procrastinating caused me headaches when I had some eight assignments to do at one go.  (I have ten subjects this semester, and none of them are extras/electives.  I blame our education system, we don't get to choose what subjects we want to take here because we're under government sponsorship.)    We also had a mock exam.  Thank God all that is almost over for now.  -lets out deep breath-

I went to two book fairs in March, both with huge sales up to 90% discount!  Got more than a few books to savour. ♥  I finished two already, they are the first two books I read this year.  (hides face in shame, only 2 books in 3 months!)

I recommend "Memoirs of an Imaginary Friend" by Matthew Green.
It's written from the perspective of an imaginary friend, Budo.  His human friend, Max is autistic and they have been together for five years.  The book is in very simple English, like a child's because Max did not imagine Budo as a grown up.  I like reading stories about imaginary friends, they're pretty cool.  Do you have have anything to recommend for me?

Now reading:  The Tenth Circle by Jodi Picoult.
I just started the book, the first few chapters were good for me.  :)
But again, Jodi Picoult is almost always good for me, I dream to write like her someday.

Now, how about you?  How was your year so far?
Keep me updated too!  I want to hear your stories, or read them, leave me a hug!

Thank you for reading till the end, might be a lil' bit boring though I tried to avoid that.
To make it up, I shall post a short children's story next, perhaps?  

Sunday, March 31, 2013

Dearest Me,
March is gone, it's April now.
Yeap, one whole quarter of the year is gone, did you realize it?  I bet you didn't, 'cause I didn't too.
They say time flies when you're enjoying.  Have you been enjoying yourself?
Treasure the time you have, dearie, you don't know how much there is left.

Dearest You,
It has been a busy quarter of the year, and I foresee more coming my way.  
I will write a post to update you guys (are you still visiting?) in a next post soon.  Bug me if I don't.  ;)

Hmm.  Gentle reminder here:  Don't get fooled on April's Fool.  -grins-
And no, I was serious about that updating post, I promise it will be lengthy but not boring (hopefully).

Saturday, March 16, 2013

Actually, I am just a greedy child who is very easily satisfied.
I only yearn to be known and understood, missed and needed, hugged and then reminded how much you love me.

Friday, February 1, 2013

I can do all things through Him who gives me strength.  
Philippians 4:13


Monday, January 28, 2013


Friday, January 25, 2013

Malaysian news: A six year old, William was kidnapped eight days ago.  
Last night, a corpse was discovered at a river, and today it was identified that it was indeed little William who died. 

Little William and his two siblings were left on the car while their parents went to buy a washing machine. His younger sister soon started crying for mommy, so William went down the car to look for their mother to calm his sister down. He was kidnapped there and then. For eight days, people in my country have been frantically sharing William's photo on Facebook, hoping someone would have seen him somewhere. Police have carried out a nationwide search, everyone was praying for the boy to be found and returned to his family safely. But no, he died, killed and dumped into a river. An innocent young soul, he left at such a tender age.

As a teacher trainee, I couldn't help but wonder what has gone wrong with our education system?  Was it family background, peer influence, media influence, or the failure of education that lead to such a murder?  What can I do as a mere person to help to change this?  What can I do to prevent such a case among my future students?  Or is it just beyond my control after all? -insert confusion and fear-

But people, I didn't just want to share a sad story with you today. (Though yes, indeed, it was a sad story.)

Today is a reminder for me that, 世界越黑暗,我们越要努力发光。
The more evil there is in the world, the more good we shall do.
To outshine evil with good, to use generosity to repay brutality, this is the challenge for you, and for me.
I say all this, feeling good again about the things happening in the world.
But if I were to be in William's parents' shoes, how is it even possible to not hold a grudge?

Today, spend a minute to tell the people around you how much you love them. If you're too shy to say it, show them.
For no one knows how long these people will stay in our lives, or how long we'll stay in theirs.




Have you ever thought of how shooting stars came to become? Here's a possible explanation:

Twinkle twinkle little star fell in love with John.  Knowing that it's impossible to be with him, Twinkie let her love burn, becoming a shooting star that scratched over the night sky.  Falling rapidly, Twinkie excitedly thought of how close she and John are going to become, finally on the ground together, no longer separated by a sea of darkness.  Twinkie didn't remember that to be on the ground, she had to first die as a star.  The people on earth who saw this true love could only wish upon a shooting star.  They say love is most beautiful just right before it dies off....


Thursday, January 24, 2013

Joy comes from doing all you can for the people you love.  
I'm saying this from what I see today, a mother who spends her life loving her four children unconditionally.

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

I say I'm okay with letting go, but actually, not so.
So here I am, sharing a song with you guys again, another Mandarin song, 我最親愛的 My Dearest, by 張惠妹 A Mei.
(I hope non-mandarin readers won't find my constant Chinese posts too annoying.)
English translations are below, not direct translations, but something like a personal understanding of the song that I tried to express in English.
To listen to this song on Youtube, here's the link.  I hope you'll like it.

我想你一定喜欢 现在的我学会了你最爱的开朗 
想起你的模样 有什么错 还不能够被原谅 
世界不管怎样荒凉 爱过你就不怕孤单 

我最亲爱的 你过的怎么样 
没我的日子 你别来无恙 
依然亲爱的 我没让你失望 
让我亲一亲 像朋友一样 

虽然离开了你的时间 比一起还漫长 我们总能补偿 
因为中间空白的时光 如果还能分享 也是一种浪漫 
关系虽然不再一样 关心却怎么能说断就断 

English translations:
I'm sure you'll be happy to know, I have now learnt to do what you like most about me: smile beautiful smiles.
When I think of you, I think, what wrong have we done that couldn't be forgiven?
The world could be empty, but I'm not afraid to be lonely, because once upon a time, I was in love with you.

My dearest, how are you?  These days without me, is everything fine?  
My dear, I've not let you down.  Give me a kiss, just like old friends.

Though the days we spent without each other, are more than those spent together,
we'll fill those blanks in between, sharing our stories with each other.  Isn't that romantic too?
Our friendship now differs from what we could have had before,
but my love and care, how is it possible that they stop just like that?

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Saturday, January 12, 2013

How many of you remember this?  "And then I'd Smile"
When I told him he's one in a million, I meant to say he's special, he's different from all the other people I know.  When he jokingly got mad at only being one in a million and told me I'm one in 6.7 billion, I thought he meant I was one and only.  It was one of the sweetest things anyone ever told me, and I genuinely believed I could be his one in 6.7 billion.

Now, 0.4 billion people later, I find out it only meant that he was probably feeling poetic that morning.

If you have been following my posts, you'd know there's this friend-crush guy I've been crazy about for years.  Recently, we talked things out a bit and it turns out that he wasn't having mutual feelings for me.  I didn't have a good time accepting the fact at first, 'cause I seriously thought we'd have a chance together.  I couldn't be sure there'll be another guy I'd like as much as I liked him.  I don't think another guy will understand me the way I think he does, accept my broken self the way he does, and build me up when I was torn like he built me up from scratch.  I don't think I could love another person as innocently and unselfishly as I loved him.  No adult relationship can have such pure love as compared to a childhood crush that grew and developed over a period of about ten years, could it?  But now I'm starting to let this sink in.  How lucky am I to have friendship that's so golden?  A friend that has been there and will be there throughout the happy and sad times, isn't that lucky enough?  How could I even complain when there's absolutely everything to be grateful of?

The little girl couldn't stop crying.
"My teddy's lost at the railway station,
it didn't come home with me,
how will I sleep tonight?
The monsters will come and bite!"

Hush, my girl,
if you'll just lift your head, 
you'll see Papa painted angels in the clouds
above you up in the sky,
they'll take care of you."

Papa patted her to sleep 
and planted a kiss on her forehead,
no one can hurt her now.

I'm like the girl who lost her only favourite teddy, feeling scared and lonely.  But my Father in heaven knows what He's doing, He sends his angels to be with me, till one day, He'll give me a new teddy that'll I've love even more. Or maybe it could be a new book, or race car? I have no idea, but I'm sure it'll be the best.  I don't understand why some things happen sometimes, but I am learning to trust Him fully.

Dear Readers, I'll make it a point to update and post more often now.
Thank you for still visiting all this time when I was inactive on Blogger.  :')

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Friday, January 4, 2013


English translations:
I give thanks, for when my shoulders are tired, there are people around me who are willing to help me carry my load.  
And some people, though they're not good at massaging, try their best to make me feel better.

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Sunday, November 18, 2012


English translations:
Like the rain, I'm humming soft, singing out, screaming hard, the whole world is soaked, but I still couldn't find my rainbow. Only when the rain calmed down, did I realize, my rainbow embraces the warmth of the sun. Not the rain, which hits the body but pains the heart. Only when the rain stopped, can anyone see the gentle beauty of a rainbow, dancing in sunshine. I hide in the clouds, quietly waiting for my tears to overflow (as rain), the next time I miss my rainbow again.


Monday, October 15, 2012



English translations:
The last time I ever saw you, I remember the sky was coloured.  All the beautiful colours of a rainbow.
We went round the world, our hearts joined, like the bikes we rode.
A dream


Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Best friends are people you can discuss your retirement plans with. :) 


Thursday, September 6, 2012

Humans are the only creatures on earth that will cut down trees, make paper, 
then write "SAVE TREES" on them.

Saw this line on twitter, it struck me how true it is.
What else can we do for our world?

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

I give thanks, for the people I think of when I am happy, miss of me too when they're unhappy.


Monday, August 20, 2012

Sometimes, I just want to hide in a little hut in the middle of nowhere.

Saturday, July 21, 2012

你现在想着谁     有没有和我相同的感觉
固执等着谁     却惊觉已无法倒退

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Friday, July 13, 2012


English translations:
The stars in the sky are many, but none of them as bright as the moon in my heart.
The embrace of the sun is warm, but I miss the quiet gentleness of my moonlight.


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Saturday, July 7, 2012

My math is so bad, I can't even measure how much I missed you.


Friday, June 29, 2012


English translations:
You say, next time we meet, I owe you a hug.
I think, if we really got hold of each other one day, I'll hold on tight.

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Tuesday, June 19, 2012

The greatest treasures are not gold, nor jewels, nor works of art.  They cannot be held in your hands, they're held within your heart.
For worldly things will fade away as seasons come and go, but the treasure of friendship will never lose its glow.
--Quoted from Fairy Mary, Tinkerbell and the Lost Treasure.


Tuesday, June 12, 2012

She lifted her head and fluttered her wings.
Just a little more faith, Twinkletoes, and you'll be ready to fly.

Here's a quick update for those who have been asking bout where and when I'll be continuing my studies, a thank you note for caring enough to ask. :)

"Teaching is the profession that teaches all other professions."

I got accepted into teaching college in Penang, teaching English as a second language in Chinese medium schools, and registration is in two weeks time. It'll be a busy busy week ahead, too many things to do in too little time! Flight rickets to be settled, quite a bit of shopping and packing, a medical checkup, documents to be certified, and a driving test to pass. It's all gonna be a rushhhh, and I'm especially worried bout the driving test, 'cause gosh, I am not a talented driver at all!  But hmm, I'll just pray that I'll be more talented at teaching than driving then. :)

Having mixed feelings now actually. Happy to have a chance to leave home and maybe really learn to grow up, yet unwilling to leave behind people I love and people who love me. Especially my grandparents, they're so old now, I wish I can spend more time with them. I'm closer to them than to my parents, as both my parents work, the old folks were the ones who watched me grow up. They live right next door, I see them every single day.

My grandmother, my Ah-Ma, being eighty-four and uneducated, doesn't really understand when I explain to her things considering further studies. Her biggest wish is that I stay to study in the nearest uni in town, conveniently nearest to her. She is happy for me, now that I'm finally getting an idea of what I'm doing next, but I can tell she would really truly wish I need not leave her.

 I wish I need not leave her too.