To love myself more, to be more attractive, to appreciate the youth I have own. Girls, let's be pretty <3
花言,是我说的鬼话,我想像的巧语来哄哄每一个不开心的花朵,不开心的人儿,不单如此,花言也可以让我发发牢骚, 聊聊心事。而花语,则是各国、各民族根据花卉的特点、习性和传说典故,用来表达人的某种感情与愿望, 赏花要懂花语,花语构成花卉文化的核心,在花卉交流中,花语虽无声,但此时无声胜有声。
Friday, March 6, 2015
Thursday, March 5, 2015
What have you seen?
What have you seen from the window ?
Routine? greens? Reflection of self? Boredom of waiting? Structured route? Adventurous ? Stable ?
At this point in time, I see routine, planned route but I would like a change, I would prefer a change which strike and twist my life!
I am blessed to be alive today, I want to do something different for a better tomorrow!
Give me strength and take away my laziness and tiredness ~ fingers crossed
比翼鸟?
连鸟都会忠心直到永远,为何人不能?
总是残忍的抛弃
总是太多诱惑,太忙为理由
抛弃了另一半
一旦付出就应该坚守到底
打开心房接受的那一刻不是简单的
但是轻易说不和坚决是比这只比翼鸟还残忍
相信爱?体会爱?体谅爱?
感情这一块,我还是交白卷....
不敢也害怕
害怕拥有的失去
Wednesday, March 4, 2015
Laying on the grass patch under the sky
Such lovely jog we had yesterday :)
Love the freedom, love the speed
The food was surprisingly good, the barrage was dark but it was cool to have picnic there...
Laying down is fun, watching the sky, discussing about the moon, clouds and SKY MAP!!!
Such distress session for me, I have love this much :) please have more session on this instead of drinking.
I try to make friends, new friends, but to catch the dynamics, it takes time, when we have the dynamics, I am afraid, I will not be here anymore ~
Let's just appreciate the time we are together!
Cheers :)
Monday, March 2, 2015
Stuck
I am very stuck here, like a bird has her wings fractured, a mermaid waxed in the bath tub, a turtle crawling and waiting for her chance to get back to the sea ~
I have a dream and a feeling of my dad driving his car all the way to Singapore, and I happily move all the boxes and belongings into his car! I jump and punch the air shouted loudly "YES! FINALLY!!!!"
I am stucked here, when can I leave this country? When ?
Sunday, March 1, 2015
Courage
I wish I will still have the courage to walk like this~ just like 10 years ago the 18 years old me, who choose not to be a princess, who choose to be adventurous, who choose to live difficult stand on her own feet, who cried and yell and hope for someone to hold her, to help her~ but eventually she walk herself through the pain~
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