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.

Thursday, April 10, 2014

Coffee with Love by JET

CHAPTER FIVE


One Sunday morning, while Lee is sitting at the coffee shop reading her books, a white, tall, and elegant looking young lady walks into the shop. In nice and smooth silk robe, the young lady is about her age. In her right hand, she carries a black purse which matches perfectly to her white silky robe.

The young lady asks the waiter if Yong is around. Not knowing where he is, the waiter tells her that he has gone out. To where, he has no knowledge. The young lady asks the waiter what time Yong would come back? Usually around lunch time, the waiter replies. Looking at her watch, it shows 10.30am. The young lady asks the waiter if she can wait there for him for a bit in case he drops by before lunch? The waiter nods. The young lady walks towards a table at a corner of the shop next to Lee’s table and asks the waiter if he could get her a glass of water.

The waiter comes back with a glass of water in his hand and asks the young lady, “what business is she looking Yong for?”
“He is my boyfriend,” the young lady says without hesitation. “I want to say ‘hi’ to him.”
“I see,” says the waiter, a surprised note is on his face. “But I have never seen you around before.”
“Right,” the lady says, after sipping the water from her glass. “I just got here yesterday evening.”
“Do you want me to give him a call?” the waiter suggests.
“No, thanks,” the young lady interjects. “I did not tell him about my visit because I want to give him a surprise. You don’t need to call him. I’ll see him when he comes.”
“Then I may excuse myself to serve other customers.”
“Go ahead,” the young lady responds.

As the waiter leaves, the young lady stands up and walks towards the news stand and grabs a local newspaper to flip through while waiting for Yong’s return.

Having heard the young lady announced herself earlier as the girlfriend of Yong’s, Lee is in desperate mood. The pen in her hand drops to the floor. Lee could not sit still in her chair. Her mind is not with her at the moment. A lot of memories between Yong and her flash back into her mind.

“How come he did not tell me about having a girlfriend?” Lee asks herself, repeatedly. “No, he doesn’t need to. I have never asked him myself,” Lee murmurs to herself, angrily. Lee steals a look at the young lady and thinks to herself, confused. “What am I to compare with her? She has the whole package, smart, elegant, high-class, and seemed well educated young woman. I am just a normal girl from a poor background.” Unable to stand the atmosphere, Lee stands up and checks her bill at the counter and leaves for her dorm room.

Along the way back to her dorm, Lee is not in her whole self. She feels her sky is becoming grey. She is lost. She could not think things through. She wants Yong to explain and, at the same time, she doesn’t want him to explain. “Do I need him to explain things to me? Is it not clear enough? How can a young decent lady lie to the waiter about her relationship with Yong? What does she get to spoil her image in front of others? I don’t want to hear his heartbreaking answer ‘Yes, the lady in silky robe is his girlfriend back in Thailand.’ I don’t want to hear all of these things and I don’t want to hear his explanation. Maybe he is getting close to me because he doesn’t have anyone here with him. Maybe he just wants to get laid with someone. Fortunately, I discover his secret in time so that I would not fall into his trick.”

Lee does not go to her room; instead she walks to the library to see her Cambodian friend. She knows that she can’t be at peace hiding herself in her room. She is in confused mess and she needs someone to talk to.

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