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.

Sunday, May 11, 2014

Mother

Today is Mother's Day. I would like to wish all mothers around the world healthy and happy.

 I am happy that my mother is still alive and able to call her "mom" everyday; yet, I have never been a good son to her. I am afraid one day when I could make her proud of me she were not there to see that day to come.

My mother has struggled for most of her life to raise my family. We have 5 people in this family. My mother is the only female in the house. She should be the queen of this house; yet, she is not. Instead, she is the most hardworking person in the family. She earns a living and does all houseworks. She is the first person to get up and the last person to go to bed. Within a small period of time, her silky smooth black hair has turned into grey, reflecting her sacrifice for the sake of this tiny family. I feel pity for her, but I could not help her much. I'm just useless.

Mother is always a mother. She knows her child love eating fruits, she would spend less on herself in order to buy more fruits for her child. She knows her child love meat, she would eat only vegetable and leave the meat for her child.

When I have learnt some secrets about my mother it makes me feel guiltier than I used to be towards my mother. She had twice miscarriages and once abortion. She has never told her children about these incidents. She has never uttered any words of tiredness. We have a comfortable life over her hardship.

Sometimes, I ask myself why I were not the miscarriage? Why did I have to be born? I believe if my mother were to hear my thought she would be heartbreaking. She gave birth to me, but I don't want it. I hate myself.

Anyway, I'm proud of my mother. Her sacrifices are priceless. I wish her wholeheartedly a happy and healthy life. I would be a better person for her and pay back what I have owed her.
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