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L.O.V.E is more than just a game
' L is for the way you look at me
O is for the only one i see
V is very very extraordinary
E is even more more than anyone that u adore'
-- L.O.V.E by Olivia Ong
A cascade of rainwater sound filled the room.The surrounding temperature was lower than the usual one. I was wearing the scarf that you had given me. You said you had spent to sew it for three whole nights. I was so touched that time because the scarf resembled your love to me. That's why i did not mislay it before. I'm not willing to dumb it, actually.
I leaned against the cold hard wall, watching the rain drops, ticktack sound, listening the song "Love" by Olivia Ong. It was our first love song. Do you still remember? I guess you had definitely forgotten.
You were holding my hands and said you would always be there for me. You were there. Never leave before in my heart. I closed my eyes and opened again, your view was just my imagination. I knew it, but everything was so real till fake. Sara told me let bygones be bygones. Ya, I think she is right. Everyone is continuing their paces after facing pains but i still stay in my own circumference. Stubborn and always like to look past and try to get rid of the cruel reality which is really was.
Few days ago, I bumped into an old secondary friend, Wen Qi , i remembered she said to me, "That's the way the cookie crumbles," I stared at her and laugh and told her i don't understand,she just grinned and told me to check the meaning myslef, how funny she is~ Finally, I knew what is the meaning of her phase. That is the situation and we cannot change it, so we must accept it. Life still need to go on, it still long and far. Fulls of hopes and laughter too.
I picked up my shattered heart-broken-pieces that had scattered all around. Perhaps my heart was really made from glasses and made it too fragile too accept the truth.
Love is more than just a game? Although I know love is a game but I still desperate to play it. I know there is a bad consequence waiting for me to grab it. But, what else i could do? What I only know is that love is blind. In love, there is no win or lose, no terms and conditions, no black and white even including right or wrong. Love seems easy but complicated though. Look widen, heart will certainly be broaden too.
Reading my favourite novel and having my late supper, Few pieces of oreo cookies with a cup of hot green tea. At least this kind of food combination would help me to forgot your presence temporarily. I feel warm and cozy. I like the temperature which seemed cold but not that cold. Whatever, I know I'm kinda a weird person.
The wedding card that you had sent to me three days ago, I still not dare to open it. Tears pooling at the corner of my eyes..I can taste my tears. Salty and a little bit of bitter there. Maybe my heart had keep too many stories inside itself. Maybe...maybe....
Maybe i should change.
"Hello, I'm just an ordinary girl who likes green tea and oreo. Do you like me?...." Another brand new love story begins....
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O is for the only one i see
V is very very extraordinary
E is even more more than anyone that u adore'
-- L.O.V.E by Olivia Ong
A cascade of rainwater sound filled the room.The surrounding temperature was lower than the usual one. I was wearing the scarf that you had given me. You said you had spent to sew it for three whole nights. I was so touched that time because the scarf resembled your love to me. That's why i did not mislay it before. I'm not willing to dumb it, actually.
I leaned against the cold hard wall, watching the rain drops, ticktack sound, listening the song "Love" by Olivia Ong. It was our first love song. Do you still remember? I guess you had definitely forgotten.
You were holding my hands and said you would always be there for me. You were there. Never leave before in my heart. I closed my eyes and opened again, your view was just my imagination. I knew it, but everything was so real till fake. Sara told me let bygones be bygones. Ya, I think she is right. Everyone is continuing their paces after facing pains but i still stay in my own circumference. Stubborn and always like to look past and try to get rid of the cruel reality which is really was.
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| Love is far from me |
Few days ago, I bumped into an old secondary friend, Wen Qi , i remembered she said to me, "That's the way the cookie crumbles," I stared at her and laugh and told her i don't understand,she just grinned and told me to check the meaning myslef, how funny she is~ Finally, I knew what is the meaning of her phase. That is the situation and we cannot change it, so we must accept it. Life still need to go on, it still long and far. Fulls of hopes and laughter too.
I picked up my shattered heart-broken-pieces that had scattered all around. Perhaps my heart was really made from glasses and made it too fragile too accept the truth.
Love is more than just a game? Although I know love is a game but I still desperate to play it. I know there is a bad consequence waiting for me to grab it. But, what else i could do? What I only know is that love is blind. In love, there is no win or lose, no terms and conditions, no black and white even including right or wrong. Love seems easy but complicated though. Look widen, heart will certainly be broaden too.
Reading my favourite novel and having my late supper, Few pieces of oreo cookies with a cup of hot green tea. At least this kind of food combination would help me to forgot your presence temporarily. I feel warm and cozy. I like the temperature which seemed cold but not that cold. Whatever, I know I'm kinda a weird person.
The wedding card that you had sent to me three days ago, I still not dare to open it. Tears pooling at the corner of my eyes..I can taste my tears. Salty and a little bit of bitter there. Maybe my heart had keep too many stories inside itself. Maybe...maybe....
Maybe i should change.
"Hello, I'm just an ordinary girl who likes green tea and oreo. Do you like me?...." Another brand new love story begins....
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| Love is not a game. |
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Sunday, June 07, 2015
小型音乐会之音后琴
阴后晴，音后琴
虽然一开始天空不作美但大家都挨下去了。
内心欲焚的烈火不是一场大雨能够浇熄的。
大家努力完成各自的演出，就算淋湿了也一笑而过。
我看见他们的努力，拼搏，欲望，坚韧的精神。。内心激起点滴的感慨。站了约莫三个小时，就算那双脚再酸，我也依然站在那，以这微小的行动支持她们。雨点滴滴答答地渐渐停了。。
音乐会在激烈的掌声与欢呼声中完美地落幕。
There was a rainbow after rainy day...
虽然一开始天空不作美但大家都挨下去了。
内心欲焚的烈火不是一场大雨能够浇熄的。
大家努力完成各自的演出，就算淋湿了也一笑而过。
我看见他们的努力，拼搏，欲望，坚韧的精神。。内心激起点滴的感慨。站了约莫三个小时，就算那双脚再酸，我也依然站在那，以这微小的行动支持她们。雨点滴滴答答地渐渐停了。。
音乐会在激烈的掌声与欢呼声中完美地落幕。
There was a rainbow after rainy day...
Monday, June 01, 2015
海星的故事
今天，是表姐出國到澳洲留學的日子。我的心情顯得異常鬱悶，鄰家的金毛犬也顯得悶悶不樂。
前天，我做完了補習老師給的數學題，想說到海邊走走放鬆一下，經過表姐的房間，看見她正在做最後的整理與檢查 。咳，从小陪伴我一起长大的表姐也会有离开我到远方的一天。
“表姐，收拾完了啊？”看见表姐的箱子旁还有一些零星物品。
“嗯，唯唯，你过来这一下。”表姐笑眯眯地对我说，看起来心情很不错。
“表姐，这些东西你都不要了吗？”摆在箱子旁的零星物品各个都特别美丽手工也特别精致。
“对啊，其实我也舍不得它们但是宿舍不给带那么多东西哈哈。”
“那。。。这些东西不是很可怜...？”
表姐的嘴角微微上扬。
“所以，我打算把它们送给你啊。”
“真的吗!？”我的心里不知怎么的就是开心。
“但是你妈妈说只能在这其中选一样…”
“妈妈她真是的……”我嘟起嘴说。
“好啦好啦，快选，我好期待你会选那样噢!”
看见眼前的东西我也不知我最后会选哪个。
小钟楼存钱罐，心型项链，古老的相框，发黄的笔记本，巴黎铁塔装饰，和一个小海星木刻？
表姐见我对着那个小海星凝视了许久便对我说
“你与它有缘哈哈，就把它送给你吧！”
“表姐，其实这个海星很普通你怎么会收藏它呢？”我不解。
“这个海星有个故事，让我说给你听吧～”
未完待续。。。
前天，我做完了補習老師給的數學題，想說到海邊走走放鬆一下，經過表姐的房間，看見她正在做最後的整理與檢查 。咳，从小陪伴我一起长大的表姐也会有离开我到远方的一天。
“表姐，收拾完了啊？”看见表姐的箱子旁还有一些零星物品。
“嗯，唯唯，你过来这一下。”表姐笑眯眯地对我说，看起来心情很不错。
“表姐，这些东西你都不要了吗？”摆在箱子旁的零星物品各个都特别美丽手工也特别精致。
“对啊，其实我也舍不得它们但是宿舍不给带那么多东西哈哈。”
“那。。。这些东西不是很可怜...？”
表姐的嘴角微微上扬。
“所以，我打算把它们送给你啊。”
“真的吗!？”我的心里不知怎么的就是开心。
“但是你妈妈说只能在这其中选一样…”
“妈妈她真是的……”我嘟起嘴说。
“好啦好啦，快选，我好期待你会选那样噢!”
看见眼前的东西我也不知我最后会选哪个。
小钟楼存钱罐，心型项链，古老的相框，发黄的笔记本，巴黎铁塔装饰，和一个小海星木刻？
表姐见我对着那个小海星凝视了许久便对我说
“你与它有缘哈哈，就把它送给你吧！”
“表姐，其实这个海星很普通你怎么会收藏它呢？”我不解。
“这个海星有个故事，让我说给你听吧～”
未完待续。。。
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| “Everything must have their own story," |
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