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.

Saturday, August 8, 2015

Ten Years


Time flies. Ten years can easily pass in the blink of an eye. Without us knowing it, everything has gone by and left.

Ten years ago you made my first lover. You made me realise what love was, how happy felt, how hurt was, how selfish was, how jealousy was, how to let go, how to love, how to lie, how to talk, how to cry, how to act, how childish was, and many other how(s), and all of them were my first time. It was the first transition of my life, from a carefree teenage and single boy to an adult who had to deal with other person's feelings as well as my own feelings.

I do agree with a saying that "first love is the most memorable." You're always in my mind. Your face, your smile, your tears, your worried wrinkles, your lip, your hair, your staring eyes, and your touch have registered and recorded in my head. Your memory has never once faded away from my mind, never once left my breath, even ten years after. I don't know why I can't get rid of it. Vivid memory about us are always there. I don't need to try very hard to recall about our used-to-do things, used-to-go places, used-to-make promises, used-to-drive roads, to name a few. Your favourite songs has always remained in my favourite playlist. As a result, I can't remember well about other lovers, but you. Their faces become blurry to me, including their names.

Ten years later, I want to meet you again and make you my friend. Yet, I don't know if you want the same things as I want. You may hate me for the rest of your life or you may have forgotten me altogether. You may move on with your life, and me too, I move on with my life. However, I have never tried to forget you or pretend not to know you because I can't hide the fact that we were once lovebirds, we were once each other's shadow. You have become part of my life, part of my experience. Your show has shaped my present life, has shaped who I now am. Your love has contributed to how I see love and how I should love.

How many ten-year time do we have in our life?!!!

Ten Years by Eason Chen





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