When Love Arrives

When Love Arrives by Sarah Kay and Phil Kaye I knew exactly what love looked like – in seventh grade Even though I hadn’t met love yet, if love had wandered into my homeroom, I would’ve recognized him at first glance. Love wore a hemp necklace. I would’ve recognized her at first glance, love wore a tight french braid. Love played acoustic guitar and knew all my favorite Beatles songs. Love wasn’t afraid to ride the bus with me. And I knew, I just must be searching the wrong classrooms, just must be checking the wrong hallways, she was there, I was sure of it. If only I could find him. But when love finally showed up, she had a bow cut. He wore the same clothes every day for a week. Love hated the bus. Love didn’t know anything about The Beatles. Instead, every time I try to kiss love, our teeth got in the way. Love became the reason I lied to my parents. I’m going to- Ben’s house. Love had terrible rhythm on the dance floor, but made sure we never missed a slow song. Love waited by the phone because she knew if her father picked up it would be: “Hello? Hello? I guess they hung up.” And love grew, stretched like a trampoline. Love changed. Love disappeared, Slowly, like baby teeth, losing parts of me I thought I needed. Love vanished like an amateur magician, and everyone could see the trapdoor but me. Like a flat tire, there were other places I planned on going, but my plans didn’t matter. Love stayed away for years, and when love finally reappeared, I barely recognized him. Love smelt different now, had darker eyes, a broader back, love came with freckles I didn’t recognize. New birthmarks, a softer voice. Now there were new sleeping patterns, new favorite books. Love had songs that reminded him of someone else, songs love didn’t like to listen to. So did I. But we found a park bench that fit us perfectly We found jokes that make us laugh. And now, love makes me fresh homemade chocolate chip cookies. But love will probably finish most of them for a midnight snack. Love looks great in lingerie but still likes to wear her retainer. Love is a terrible driver, but a great navigator. Love knows where she’s going, it just might take her two hours longer than she planned. Love is messier now, not as simple. Love uses the words “boobs” in front of my parents. Love chews too loud. Love leaves the cap off the toothpaste. Love uses smiley faces in her text messages. And turns out, love shits! But love also cries. And love will tell you you are beautiful and mean it, over and over again. “You are beautiful.” When you first wake up, “you are beautiful.” When you’ve just been crying, “you are beautiful.” When you don’t want to hear it, “you are beautiful.” When you don’t believe it, “you are beautiful.” When nobody else will tell you, “you are beautiful.” Love still thinks you are beautiful. But love is not perfect and will sometimes forget, when you need to hear it most, you are beautiful, do not forget this. Love is not who you were expecting, love is not who you can predict. Maybe love is in New York City, already asleep; You are in California, Australia, wide awake. Maybe love is always in the wrong time zone. Maybe love is not ready for you. Maybe you are not ready for love. Maybe love just isn’t the marrying type. Maybe the next time you see love is twenty years after the divorce, love is older now, but just as beautiful as you remembered. Maybe love is only there for a month. Maybe love is there for every firework, every birthday party, every hospital visit. Maybe love stays- maybe love can’t. Maybe love shouldn’t. Love arrives exactly when love is supposed to, And love leaves exactly when love must. When love arrives, say, “Welcome. Make yourself comfortable.” If love leaves, ask her to leave the door open behind her. Turn off the music, listen to the quiet, whisper, “Thank you for stopping by.”

Different

Looking at the same sea view, feeling with the same sunlight, staring at the same moon, walking on the same beach, but...we are walking into different paths, and so we might having different obstacles in our way, these all are just because we are having different dreams. don't be afraid you are being different sometimes, because "The one who follows the crowd will usually get no further than the crowd. The one who walks alone, is likely to find himself in places no one has ever been." -Albert Einstein

后来和后来

到了后来和后来，所有的解释和欠悔都来不及缝合被刺伤的伤口。 有时候就忘了他人对你的低估，甚至是赏赐。再多的评论和符合，都未必说明了那就是真正的你。 忽冷忽热，你的态度决定了我的温度，也决定了我们之间的距离。

Sometimes, please DON'T

Sometimes... Please do not critic my pronounciation. That's because you never know how cute and funny my family are. Sometimes... Please do not insult my idle. That's because you never know how much effort I have been putting off. Sometimes... Please do not leak my secret. That's because you never know how I believe you in your individually and personality. Sometimes... Please do not fool my trust. That's because you never know how much you are losing me. Sometimes... Please do not judge my characters. That's because you never know who I am.

Decision

People have told me: "Don put ur future in other punya hand. Decide yourself", "If you want to continue study just continue, if you don't want then just work, depends on you". Even though I do understand this statement very well. But still I am interested to know what people think of me and what people judge my ability is. Surprisingly, the answers I got are: "Since u not interested, why plan time to think of it", "You don't looks like you want to continue study but work". It is truth that I gave people an image of money face rather than learning face? It's so much surprising me. Yet, I am still on my way to digest these advice given and fell in the dilemma to make an unregrettable decision.

Feel

People will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel. --Maya Angelou

相识相聚

一个学期、两个学期、三个学期… 从不认识彼此的我们在一个家凝聚了， 虽然时而有些不满、时而有些争执， 但是因为在乎、因为爱， 脆弱的心才会如此激动。 一个小瓜、两个小瓜、三个小瓜… 传来打闹的欢笑声在每每寂寞晚间， 虽然学习课业繁忙， 但是彼此的鼓励和帮助， 也不吝啬给于付出。 一天、两天、三天… 数着离别的到来意味着我们相聚的日子， 虽然激动的欢笑里有泪， 但是满满爱的心、感动的泪水， 好比饭桌上的佳肴酸甜苦辣。

When I miss...

When seeing babies stuffs, I remember about 5 babies and my family. When mentioning about cars, I remember小灰,小白,小银. When going to One Jaya, I remember about Ma Siu Keih Vincent Tee talks about The Store. When seeing 洋人, I remember Jason Lim's 羊人. When talking about sing K, I remember Alimoso BellaTing sing weird weird songs. When seeing pretty stuff or clothes, I remember about Carence May. When holding my friend's hand to cross the road, I remember about Pauline Khoo. When taking pictures, I remember I forced Tan Weng Hou to take pictures for me. When talking about driving skills, I remember AfRon NgAn, Joe Way Teh and Chin Thong. When seeing about photos of friends, I remember Wan Jing, Chiu Yueh and Yun Min. When seeing McDonald, I remember Keng Hou and Keng Yin. When seeing Sushi King, I remember Kai Lee. When seeing penguin's container, I remember Pheng Khien. When seeing pendrive and earphones, I remember about Jason Chia. When seeing the word 'business', I remember about Sue Yee. And so on~ Oh no~~ What happen to me?! Maybe.... I just miss my dears, my darlings, my buddies, my cute babies, my sweet home a lot.

来不及

曾经有那么一位老师，似位过客，却是我人生导师。 曾在我陷在混乱迷茫时，伸出了一双温暖且力量的双手， 温柔的鼓励我从恐惧里站起来，赋予我力量和勇气从向前迈进。 他不曾教导我知识，但却不嫌弃任何人，教导每一个我们智慧。 也许您也不记得，但一直以来我都很想对您说声： "谢谢您，如果没有您，我不知道当时的我变成什么样的我，更不知道现在的我是否还是我。" 或许这番话迟了，但我相信这一切都是来得及让我们记得有那么一个值得尊敬的您。 一路好走… By 30March2014

不能给的勇气

如果知道了会结束，为什么还想再开始？ 失去的勇气不是能给就给，更不是回来就回来。 就算出现了一个值得付出我所有勇气的人， 我也未必会耗尽所有勇气站在他的身旁。 勇气是他人无法剥夺并一点一滴累积的财富。 人面不知何处去，桃花依旧笑春风。

Rewrite love

I wrote a few words in my life. Family, home, friends, studies, love and so on. I know they are so much to learn but I am not smart to understand what's are true meaning that they bring to life. To understand few more words such as respect and mature, I erased the word, love. A full stop just replaced the word without any reason. I lost my enthusiasm to rewrite it. Holding the pen trying to write the very first alphabet. Failed to do so because I am afraid of mistakes. Instead of writing, I draw... Drawing what's the life I am wanted to be.

勇敢

什么是勇敢？ 勇敢是就算害怕还是会勇敢的面对 冰冷的双手仍然有力量那安抚颤抖的心 就不该总是徘徊在前后之间 与勇敢并肩前进或是后退 害怕早该有个了结 勇敢的面对后 害怕也不过如此罢了