Back again with another “online diary” post, full of things that I currently can’t find anyone to say it to without making it seem out of the blue (which, it is) except for the wall…and frankly, I don’t like the wall every much. Is this what people call, “shower thoughts”, really? Continue reading
A rare and serious reflection here. Topic might be sensitive for some readers, so readers’ discretion is advised.
I grew up as a city girl and while I have met some occasional jerks, I’ve never felt anyone was being racist towards me. So, when I started attending university and taking up Asia-Canada courses at Simon Fraser University (that’s my extended Minor), I couldn’t really sympathized with some of my Asian-Canadian professors and lecturers who have grew up in the city or suburb during the 60s, 70s, 80s, and early 90s (some even earlier as they are 4th or 5th generation of Asian-Canadians) and experiencing racism and recalling painful memories. I honestly, in the back of my mind, thought they were just exaggerating. Continue reading
*Originally just a random reflection on my Facebook as I test out the notes feature (haven’t used that in years!!).
“每個人都知道這是個可笑的世界。可是有誰能笑得出呢？” – 《老夫子》
(Trans: “Everyone knows this is a ridiculous world, but who can really laugh about it?” – Old Master Q)
1) Since young, it seems the more I dislike something, the more it will show up to haunt me. Then, as I get older, I realize that’s just one of the ways the great universe uses to teach me love and compassion. I didn’t like this teaching method before, but now, I’m thankful for it because I don’t dislike or hate a lot in general. Well…there is something I don’t like at the moment, but it will eventually leave me alone and give peace back to my mind. ^^
2) Just a joke…
A: You jump.
B: I jump.
B: Why didn’t you jump?
A: Never said I would.
Once in a while, a lot come at us all at once that we would wish that we were born blind, born deaf, even born mute and ignorant so that we don’t see, don’t hear, don’t speak, and don’t understand the truth.
Even, when everything clearly right in front of us…saving what is already lost and most likely, cannot be saved.
To do the impossible, one has to be prepared to get burned, stabbed, and scarred. Continue reading
Was debating rather I should do another throwback (& cringe-worthy) music post (mainly for a certain selection of friends….^^) or a random post….I decide on a random one because self-reflection is a healthy thing to do from time to time. ^^
Now, let the randomness roll~~~~~~~~~~~ =D Continue reading
A related post from the distant past, My Lovely List – Part I. ^^ Been meaning to do this for awhile along with other interesting/not-so-interesting posts. Of course, my usual and most valid excuse is: too busy!!! Alright, I’m also being easily distracted as usual. ^^”
A simple list of things, people, or occurrences that I find annoying (not in any particular order):
1) Zhang Wuji’s indecisiveness and wishy-washiness are very annoying.
2) Constant shaking of one’s leg while sitting down is particularly annoying to the point that I’d not hesitate to slap that person’s lap to make it stop.
3) The cawing of crows early in the morning is annoying.
4) Silence that should be replaced with words and vice-versa are annoying. Continue reading
Just a short passage from one of my experimental fanfics, An Irreversible Trade-Off, that I’ve suddenly remembered and made me wonder just what the heck am I doing with all my minutes recently? Anyways, here it is for you to ponder over your beautiful weekend:
What was a minute?
Numerically, it was simply sixty seconds.
Realistically, it was the amount of time a young man used to run down several blocks in order to avoid the wrath of his girlfriend for being late for their date again. It was the amount of time a rebellious young lady used to search her house key that was misplaced in her handbag after a long night of drinking and wild partying. It was the most significant minute in a high school student’s life as she took the courage to confess to her crush. An intern with the worst luck to work overtime on a beautiful Saturday finally got his break to enjoy a soda pop over the, otherwise insignificant, one minute. Every second in that minute became equally and lovingly precious when the son hugged his fragile mother for the first time again in ten years.
One minute – or sixty seconds – was a fleeting moment of possibilities.