And here is the LOVE of my life

6 Mar

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Back in the late winter of 2008, I met a man at a shopping centre when I was gossipping and laughing with my buddies. It was my bad habit that I literally didn’t care about things around me when I was TOO happy. But in one-billionth of nanosecond, my eyes suddenly draw attention at a guy sitting at the back seat of the shopping hall, staring at me. I shrugged him a smile and he smiled back.

At a glance, I guessed he was a black-and-white kind of guy. He wore a black T-shirt with the white word “Vogue” on it, a black jeans and a white pair of Converse shoes. He looked stylish but kinda weird and was definitely not my type simply because I didn’t like “ton-sur-ton” guys. But, well, my heart lost its beats when he put that bright girl-killing smile on his handsome face and gave it to me. Don’t worry, I didn’t die but I fell for him from that moment on. Totally.

One day later, we began to bond and hang out on a daily basis.

From the start of the “honeymoon” stage of falling in love, I truly cared for him and so did he. It is mistakenly believe that those who love white and black are very spiritually and physically strong because he is a white-and-black addict but is…vulnerable. I didn’t let anyone or anything hurt him. I spent most of my time and efforts protecting him from any danger. As I said, he was incredibly vulnerable but it doesn’t mean that he was feminine and good-for-nothing. He was an extremely supportive and reliable man. I couldn’t imagine how I would live without him even in a second. He never ever got angry with me even when I wrote “FBI” (which means Female Body Inspector) on an easy-to-see part of his most favorite T-shirt just to check whether my pen still worked.

In a course of 2 years, we have shared so many ups and downs in life with each other. But you know, though I’m deeply in love with him and always try my hardest to be his bodyguard as well as spiritguard anywhere at any time, I hafta admit that there are still so many dark parties in my inner self– greed, selfishness, carelessness and such a thing–being eager to rebel. And because they have lots of advanced and modernized weapons, I hafta wave my white flag every now and then. Last time, when it was raining torrentially, I let my carelessness knock him down on the ground. It was not the first time I myself hurt him badly. It was the “n” time. And now, with time, he has got wounded a lot…

Our love is true love, but it’s not a fairy tale. Luckily, Daddy taught me about the definition of true love and advised me not to be confused with the fairy tale, happily-ever-after, everything-is-rainbows-and-sunshine conception. (Thanks, Dad!). Nothing remains the same with time, just so you know. A  best friend of mine once said “The best thing in life is not to be with a person forever but to love and to be loved truly at a certain time of your life.” And to me, those last two years were unforgettable…

I don’t know where our relationship is leading to in the years to come and though I have to confess that I did go out with some other guys when he was away (but just sometimes. Nothing more. I’ve got zero interest in them. They are not as awesome as him!), he’s still the sweetest honey in my heart.

Despite those scars on his face, he still looks cool to me!

He’s the love of my life.

And his name is GLASSES.

Be-you-tiful

10 Feb

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[Food for Thought] Beauty Appreciation

6 Jan

‎In Washington DC , at a Metro Station, on a cold January morning in 2007, a man with a violin played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time, approximately 2000 people went through the station, most of them on their way to work.

After about four minutes, a middle-aged man noticed that there was a musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds, and then he hurried on to meet his schedule.

About four minutes later, the violinist received his first dollar. A woman threw money in the hat and, without stopping, continued to walk.

At six minutes, a young man leaned against the wall to listen to him, then looked at his watch and started to walk again.

At ten minutes, a three-year old boy stopped, but his mother tugged him along hurriedly. The kid stopped to look at the violinist again, but the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk, turning his head the whole time. This action was repeated by several other children, but every parent – without exception – forced their children to move on quickly.

At forty-five minutes: The musician played continuously. Only six people stopped and listened for a short while. About twenty gave money but continued to walk at their normal pace. The man collected a total of $32.

After one hour:
He finished playing and silence took over. No one noticed and no one applauded. There was no recognition at all.

No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the greatest musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, with a violin worth $3.5 million dollars. Two days before, Joshua Bell sold-out a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100 each to sit and listen to him play the same music.

This is a true story. Joshua Bell, playing incognito in the D.C. Metro Station, was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste and people’s priorities.

This experiment raised several questions:

In a common-place environment, at an inappropriate hour, do we perceive beauty?

If so, do we stop to appreciate it?

Do we recognize talent in an unexpected context?

One possible conclusion reached from this experiment could be this:
If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world, playing some of the finest music ever written, with one of the most beautiful instruments ever made…
How many other things are we missing as we rush through life?”

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Happy Birthday, Jesus Christ!

24 Dec

Happy Birthday, Jesus Christ!

So I haven’t been around here for a long time. Just because I have got lots of stuff to do, and whenever I have free time, I spend it all with my little nephew. He will be living with us until the Lunar New Year ends. Tee-hee! And here are big smiles from my Heaven-sent angel to you all! Merry Christmas!

The Father of All Buns!

15 Oct

I hereby declare I’m now in love with Pappa-Roti!

I’m not a big fan of buns but, honestly, this exceptionally fluffy one tastes so good! Yum yum!

I heart you two!

25 Sep

“The rain may be falling hard outside,
But your smile makes it all alright.
I’m so glad that you’re my friend.
I know our friendship will never end.”
— Robert Alan

Yup, I am so so so so glad that you are my friends.  I have heard that there are some people out there who have never had a true friend till they take their last breath. And if I were one of them, it would be the most horrible tragedy of my life. But as I have always believed, I am a lucky girl. My friendlist is not super duper  full with thousands of friends who do not even have an idea who I am. I just have SOME friends. And they are truly real friends. I am grateful for that. Honestly, I prefer having a small numbers of friends who are always right there for me when I am in need to a long list of friends who formally say “Hi” when bumping into me on the street and then, one second later, turn their backs with a question in their mind “Who the hell is she?” – a question that, once in a very blue moon, will ever be answered.

I have known these two girls for more than 4 years. “Everything happens for a reason”; and deep down in my heart I believe that they did not come into my life just for fun. There must be a reason, but I never try to find out what it is. They are just like Heaven-sent gifts to me – they accept me the way I am. They are always ready to do crazy things with me – wandering around the city with joy and laughter on bloody cold Saturday nights, lying on the beach and singing out loud some random self-mixed songs, etc. Without them, I couldn’t go through ups and downs in my life. They change me in a good way to “Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.”

Since we graduated and began to struggle with the post-grad life, we don’t meet each other everyday anymore. But I am so thankful that, on a weekly basis, they still spare time to chit chat and ‘be crazy’ with me like they used to do. Time has changed and so have we, but somehow a “forever young” part is still here to stay in our hearts.  And tonight was the most wonderful Sunday night ever. We met up. We talked. We laughed till our tummies hurt. Suddenly, everything seemed so beautiful – raindrops on the windows, guttering street lamps under the torrential rain, or even strong moaning winds by our ears. Everything.

I heart you two!

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(Me on the left and my two sweet buddies – 25.9.2011)


Mid-Autumn Festival

11 Sep

This afternoon’s rain ruined my weekend and mid-autumn festival plan. So I stayed at home, playing with my pencils and papers. It has been a while since I last drew something. Drawing was my favorite childhood hobby. Back through the years I was spending hours and hours drawing. I do not remember when and why I gave up that hobby, but every once in a while, I grasp my notebook and pencil and begin to do something like this:

and this:

and some other CRAZY stuff.

I only draw or write when I am inspired. And you may ask “Today,where does the inspiration come from because the Moon festival is definitely not for you – you are too old to enjoy it.” Yup, I know it well. But believe it or not, this Mid-autumn festival is the most meaningful one I have ever had since I was born. Why? Because of this little sweetie baby:

(Ken on his very first Mid-Autumn festival)

This is how he looks like when he sees something new. Awww ADORABLE!