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Saturday, October 15, 2011

Old good memories

These memories flashed into my mind this noon while I was thinking about traveling. Indeed it was one of the most unforgettable moments during the secondary school days - overseas learning trip '06 to yunnan.

After reading miss ang's blog, I could remember vividly how we spent a week over there, traveling from kunming to diqing to shangri-la to lijiang to kunming and finally back to singapore, spending my very first winter experience with thirty-two students and six teachers, having to wear layers after layers of clothes which made all of us look like big round balls, trying to get use to the spicy and oily food there which was a torturous thing for me as I couldn't take any kind of spicy food, getting to teach english to the students of a rather rural school at shangri-la, visiting lots of the places of interests in yunnan - lijing old town, tiger leaping gorge, jade dragon snow mountain, etc etc.




Five years had just passed in a blink of an eye, these are the memories that will keep our hearts warm for a lifetime (:

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

The last time you fall in love with someone

The last time you fall in love with someone, you won't know it will be the last. Or maybe you will. People often say things like, 'I knew this was the person I was going to spend the rest of my life with!' but do they really?

The last time you fall in love with someone might also be the first. It's rare but it happens.

The last time you fall in love with someone could happen when you're 17 or 29 or 37 or 80 years old. You never know who you're going to meet, fall in love with, fall out of love with, and ultimately die with. It's something we will never know until the day we pass away, which is strange to think about. We have this image of the last person we love being that someone we marry and getting old and gray with them. But since we have no control over when we die, it could be whoever.

Sunday, October 9, 2011

The light






In the morning it comes
Heaven sent a hurricane
Not a trace of the sun
But I don't even run from the rain