Memories Are To Be Treasured...

终于看到真雪了。 第一次亲身体验下雪的滋味。虽然并不是在很浪漫的情况下， 可是那经验真是让我觉得自己很莫名其妙。 原因是什么？我自己也不很清楚。 只知道在八大道上走路时，看着那雪花就像一片一片的棉花从天而降，停落在人的头发上，脸蛋上，肩膀上，大衣上。。。心里面就莫名的兴奋起来了，一直笑得合不拢嘴！眼睛眯得只剩下一条线罢了 :) 直到要妈妈叫我别再对着路人傻笑了才很勉强的把嘴巴合起来 :p 下雪。第一次。

This is the story of a grilled fish. It will never be a grilled fish if it wasn’t cooked grilled by the chef, which in that case, if it never met the chef who decided to grill it, it will also won't end up as a grilled fish. And it will never be cooked grilled, if it wasn’t caught by the fisherman. But from the very start, it will never be caught by the fisherman, if it wasn’t around the area where the fisherman was fishing. Why was it at the area then? Why was the fisherman at the area too? Do you know the answer? I thought you will know since you are so smart and all. But anyway, I know the answer. The answer is of course, this is a never-ending story!! That's one slap on the face for me for being so WITTY! There are so many branches the story can separate into! First, you can continue from the fish's point of view. Or you may work on the fisherman's case. On both sides, as you work on, it is impossible to find a suitable and congruent ending that satisfies both parti...

When I was just a little girl I asked my mother What would I be? Would I be pretty? Would I be rich? Here's what she said to me: Hey Sarah, Sarah Whatever will be, will be The future's not for us to see Hey Sarah, Sarah What will be, will be... After much internal struggle, I have finally, finally decided on which course to study. Pharmacy it is. Maybe the older one gets, the more emotional one is. As I'm progressing on my years, with this year advancing to the grand year of 21, officially an adult, I feel like I'm clinging to whatever links I have to teenhood, or as it is now, childhood. This song here? I've been singing and humming it very frequently since last year, unconsciously so. Maybe I did realise somehow, that the time for me to decide which way my life will be heading, is coming soon. It is here now. What will be, will be. How true. There's no way one can foresee the future. There's no way one can always make the right decision that will ensu...