So Far So Good

Spring is here.

There are flowers in the park, along the street,

in the mountain, they are everywhere.

Seeing them totally lifts my spirits.

It's been two weeks since I started to work and have this office life circle.

Waking up in the early morning, taking a bus, grabbing a coffee.

Started at 9,  having 1.5 hr break at 12, suppose to finish work at 6 but usually I finished between 7:30 to 8 pm.

The same routine goes from Monday to Friday, it is not really dreary, but it is work,

so I try to have fun as much as possible every weekend.

Seeing friends, exploring the city, shopping, trying restaurants...

Life has been treating me well, and I really appreciate those people who are so nice to me.

Today I woke up at 5:50 and went to mountain to see flowers with my auntie.

It was really foggy in the morning, but the air was so clean.

Flowers were dancing with the wind.

It was an image of a lot of green and a lot of white,

and it made me smile.

Flowers have this magic of happiness.

And I think of Oscar Wilde once said "With freedom, books, flowers and the moon, who could not be happy"

Tomorrow is another week, I am learning new things each week.

Life is so busy but with nothing to do life wouldn't be worth living isn't it!

Chapter 26

Waking up to realize the fact that I am already 26 is not as shocking as woke up to see yourself being turned into a beetle.
But still, I was kind of panic, even it's been 15 days since my birthday.
On one hand I feel grateful that I've lived in this planet for 26 years;
on the other hand I am thinking oh god I am 26 already, how?!

In the middle of twenty something.

It happened very often when relatives and my parent' friends saw me,
they asked my mom, how old is she now? does your daughter have a boyfriend yet?
If not, we can introduce some guys, her age is perfect for marriage now.

It seems to them that 26 is the age that you should start thinking about marriage.

Hey! it's 21st century!

I am just about to start my career, I am eager to learn new skills.
I have so many things that I wanna do.
I have adventures to be done.
I love my freedom, I love the fact that I can do whatever I want.

And there is this someone, I feel connected yet not really connected.

In a small room in my heart, there he is.

Not until there is nothing left in between,
not until I forget until I get over until I move on,
not until it's over,

will I consider to meet another.

So thank you very much I am fine.

Sometimes I forgot the fact that I am already 26.
This number doesn't really affect my life does it?
It's just because I am a woman and as a woman I got panic after saying goodbye to 25.
It makes sense,
because every now and then, in retrospect, it starts with 10 years ago.

10 years ago I was blah blah blah, blah blah blah
I am looking at myself in the past from the present time.

And then I think about my mom, she had me when she was 25.
I cannot see myself, 26, have a baby already.
What kind of life would I have instead of the life I have now?

When I was a little girl, my dream was naive.
I just wanted to grow up, get married, start a family and live happily ever after,
with lovely kids and a man I love and he loves me,
just like in the fairy tale.

I was a dreamer, I still am, just now I dream different things.

I wasn't the little girl anymore.

It was still a beautiful dream.

But I want different things in my life now.

26, I am more than ready to take whatever come my way.

More Than Ten Years

Yesterday I had dinner with some of my best friends.

I have known them since I was 15.

For all these years after we left high school, we have always been in touch with each other.

We went to different university, we met different people, we experienced different life,

and we took different paths after finished university.

However there is always something connected us together.

A strong bond of true friendship.

There is no awkwardness even we haven't seen each other for a while.

There are always things to share, talk and laugh about.

We are so different, yet we get along so well.

Listening to their stories, I am glad that we all have a colorful life.

Everyone has problem in their life,

but problem seem less when we got to talk about and even laugh about it in the end.

And cheers! have some beer and we will be fine.

You guys can be really mean, but only close friends can be so mean to each other,

because we never meant it.

I can never be tired of reading those notes you guys wrote me in high school.

They make me laugh, smile and my heart feels warm.

Thank you for loving me and I love you girls as well.

A surprising news.

I am so happy to know that you are getting married.

Isn't it amazing to meet the other half, and start a new chapter of life together!

I am looking forward to attending your wedding, to see the happiness on your face.

It was a great night.

I like the look of our smile.

Hours on the Train

The train delayed 88 minutes today due to some problem.

I was looking at the people around me on the platform.
Impatient, anxious, numb, and swiping their smartphone.
That is what most people looked like and what most people were doing.
I was kind of motionless, just waiting for the train.

The train came in, I've got a window seat, lucky.
There was a mother with a baby girl sitting next to me, the baby was sleeping soundly.
I was surprised by the unexpected quietness inside the coach.
Though there were men talking loudly on the phone from time to time,
I was not surprised by that.
A long journey to go, I was glad that I have my book and music.
One day before I left Brighton I got this book, The Shock of the Fall by Nathan Filer.
I was attracted by its cover as well as its title.
The Shock of the Fall? I am curious about what happened in the story.

SHOCK.
FALL.

Would it be a thriller? The cover doesn't seem to say so.

So I started this book yesterday and it kind of reminds me of The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night Time, a book I read long time ago and enjoyed so much.

The train was going, the train stopped, and it was going again.

Sadness, bitterness, slowly it crept in as I was reading this book.
I could feel it through the narrator's tone.
There was also pictures in my mind as I read, just like what he said in the book
"Reading is a bit like hallucinating"
I was indeed picturing some scenes, and I think they are beautiful.

It was sad, and it was heartwarming, and it was sad, and it was heartwarming.

I was enjoying reading it.

About half way through the book, it was my destination.
Time always goes so fast when you are reading a good story.
Train delay is still annoying, I hope it won't happen again.
I've got a full train ticket refund.

This journey was long but not all so bad.

I was looking at the people again, they didn't have much facial expression.
Everyone was just eager to go home,
And so was I.