Sweet Memories

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writing is a form of THERAPY

Sometimes you can only wish. Wish for things that are never there. Hope for things you will never get.

But sometimes..

Believing will be alot better than wishing.

I wish.. Wish upon the Wishing Tree.

about Summer

Sagittarian . Cantonese . dreamer . emotional . Singapore . hugs . dolls . anti-social . soft-hearted . read . sleep . coffee . gelato . french . blur queen . cinderella . games . cute stuff . japanese food . anything white .

Maybe one day

i'll be back to tell you
我可以陪你去看星星

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It's a song that never ends

Monday, May 29, 2006 7:42 AM

When I'm feeling restless and sleepy, I read through my archives. As I do so, I remember and love the loops that time weaves. How things come and go and evolve. My writings here are like old friends. They bring back memories. They make you reminisce. Fondly, wistfully. And like silent friends, they stay with you for life, reminding you from time to time, of who you once were.. of what I once had.

The hardest thing for me to accept is transience. It is harder than fasting, the ability to accept that the things we work so hard on, believe in, and fight for can go at any time according to God's perfect plan. Giving up the idea of guarantees and permanence is harder than giving up deep fried chicken skin. But the sooner I'm able to let it go, the easier life's disappointments will be to bear. It's the chorus in my life, the repeated versus, the same theme right down to the words. And there's always the rest of the album. The only hope I have is, eventually, songs end, and the last line usually changes the meaning of everything that has come before it. May the last line be heaven and its pearly gates.

I'll continue to fill the pages of this journal with my emotions, my memories, my philosophies, the meaningful and the mundane. For in them, you can find more than just words - you find a girl caring a stuffed lamb, with big dreams smiling and waving to you.