Monday, November 28, 2011

看星


You can't see stars in the city.  So I never knew what it's like up there.

Until I was 17, enjoying my best time yet traveling to the outback by myself.  Camping in the middle of the desert.  It was dark.  As I looked up, there you have it, a sky full of stars.

I will never forget what mother-nature had shown me during my trip, it was breathtaking, not a word could describe the feeling.  I have never been so close to the nature.  I hope that one day, I could relive the moment again with my love one.

One day.

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

有些人, 有些事

Some things are better left unsaid.

Memories is all I have.  Sometimes I remember, most of the time I don't.    We'd came this far. I can only convince myself that it's for the better.  I can only play the part.  Perhaps we have all forgotten more than we remembered.  Perhaps it's for the better.

When I turned to leave that moment, I wasn't sure it's a feeling of pity or regret.

There will always be a place for you in my heart.

Friday, November 18, 2011

幽默


You can't live life without humor.

It's probably one of the key ingredients to survive in this very screwed up world.  When you can't cry, laughter is probably the best medicine to heal.  My hubby happens to have a huge sense of humor, it's that kind of state of mind that helps me get through some of the toughest times in life.

Life is full of obstacles already, find someone who can make you laugh.

Saturday, November 12, 2011

抱負

I'd never have much ambition.

Chasing an ambition is a very tiring thing and at the end of the day, it's all about quality of life.  So I just want to be happy.... you know, a roof over my head, food in the fridge, money to pay bills and, a good night sleep every night.

Work, is just a tool to getting from point A to point B.  We were born with nothing, and we can't take anything with us when we leave.

I am a happy person, I have everything I can ever ask for and I don't think about things I don't have.  Life can be a pleasant journey.

Friday, November 4, 2011

紅鞋

I'd always have a thing about red shoes... they are always the prettiest, the cutest.

But my desire of owning a pair ends with a book, and yes, I am referring to Andersen red shoes.

It's such a strange story, almost too harsh and very much unlike his style. Yet the impact was there, so every red shoes reminds me of his book that I grew to hate so much.  Needless to say, I am yet to own a pair of red shoes after all these years.

So I settled for all kinds of flats.  I figure if I can't dance, I want to make sure I can walk or run for as long as I damn well please.