my favourite sentences...


You can hide memory, but you can't erase the history that produced them.

It was sad to see what used to be so fundamental to our lives fade away and disappear in front of our own eyes.

Words don't come out when you're deeply hurt. That's why people keep silent and give no explanation. Yet, Murakami once wrote in his novel, 1Q84, "If you can't understand without an explanation, you can't understand with an explanation." Sometimes, people tend to not wanting to understand things instead of wanting to understand things. In short, they tend to ignore the possibility of trying to understand things.

do you know what makes life interesting?
--> it's interesting because we don't know what the future holds for us. don't blame the fate. we decide our fate, it's our choice. we can't choose where to be born, but we can certainly choose the way we live our life...

the life is yours, why bother asking other people to paint it for you?...

when we're small our word has never been counted; when we're big every word has always been counted...

i may not be able to wait thirteen months for you, nor until you are twenty-five, but i can wait for you a lifetime -- Under the Hawthorn Tree by Ai Mi

waiting, though one minute, it's still unbearable...

death doesn't mean that we are no longer existing. death just means a move to another world...

why can parents wholeheartedly sacrifice everything for the happiness of their children, even their life? but why can't their children, whom they give birth to, do the same thing to them? what power is it that encourages them to do so?....

the thing i'm most afraid of is ME. of not knowing what i'm going to do. of not knowing what i'm doing right now.

people always meet new friends. but they should not forget their old friends. because without your old friends we don't have a chance to meet new friends. the memories with our friends will be there forever in our brain. we can't omit it though time passes.

Friday, September 13, 2013

Coffee with Love by JET














CHAPTER FOUR

Lee and Yong observe the plants together at Haleakala National Park. The Park is very beautiful, particularly in summer when flowers are blossoming. One by one, they view its  colour, flower, height, and fruit, so as to cross check with the book Lee borrowed from the library. Lee would write down and take photos of any new plant she find is not recorded in the book. Lee seems very happy with this trip. It is as if she is not on the research trip, but a date. They smile and talk and discuss and exchange the images of the plants they used to see in each individual homeland. Sometimes, their shoulders press against one another when they try to have a close look over the plant. Lee then blushes and smiles to herself. Yong is the same, smiles and blushes.

Yong is a well-prepared person. He brings every necessary things with him, plastic bag, hoe, gloves, knife, you name it. It looks like he planned everything in advance and expected for the trip.

After hours long walk through the park reviewing every plants, they sit down on a bench next to the valley, enjoying the fresh summer air. Yong hands his coffee and cake to Lee, and apologises Lee that he could not bring coffee frappe since he does not know how long they have to spend on observing the plants and by that time the coffee frappe would melt into water under the summer heat. Lee hurries to cut his apology, for it has been very kind of him to guide her to the park and spend the whole day with her. That is more than enough for Lee. The two are just sitting next to one another while the sun is shyly setting behind their backs.

At night, Lee reviews the activities she and Yong had done today in her little diary. One by one Lee wrote down everything in it, counting flowers and plants, taking photographs, noting the new plants found, to name a few. Since the day Lee arrived at the new land, Lee started to write her diary so that she would not miss any important events happen in her passage of life. At this moment, Lee stops and smiles to herself. Blushed, she asks herself for the second time-the first time was when she first saw him at the coffee shop-if this man is her white horse prince just like the prince in her favorite childhood story of Cinderella. After that, she writes her report to complete her school assignment.

Turning off the bed lamp, Lee takes out her iPod, turns it on, and listens to Inner Voices' "Baby Girl."

to be continued....