reads and quotes

from: Jon McGregor, If nobody speaks of remarkable things.

He says, there are remarkable things all the time, right in front of us, but our eyes have like the clouds over the sun and our lives are paler and poorer if we do not see them for what they are. If nobody speaks of remarkable things, how can they be called remarkable?

from: a line i saw on a random trip to the bookstore

The path home is uncertain and happiness is a long road.

pig

i admit, i've been such a lazy pig since school ended.

not wanting to start on any packing, planning, running. not even coming online much. 

and ended up reading, eating and teveeing the whole day, for dayss! 

GOSH. LAZINESS PLEASE GO AWAY. 

can't quite find the words to sum things up yet. the words to mark this closure. 

so back to storybooks, i go. 

心中不斷拉扯. 是怎么了?‏

黑色笑靨掉了　雪白眼淚掉了　該出現的所有表情瞬間掉了
瞳孔沒有顏色　結了冰的長河　回憶是最可怕的敵人

曾經唱過的歌　分享過的笑聲　在心中不斷拉扯
想念不能承認　偷偷擦去淚痕　冬天過了還是會很冷
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memories scares me sometimes. and they keep coming back to haunt me these days. snippets of those winter days, those random everyday scenes. snapshots of classes, libraries, people. maybe it's the graduation blues. or maybe it's getting older, or some smth else.

nevertheless, two more papers to go, and i really want them to be good.

for a peace of mind. for the knowledge that happy endings do exist. a happy, temporary pause to a school life which i cherish very much. for i promise myself that when the time comes, i'll be back again with (econs) books, in some part of this world. no matter how long it takes, no matter how old you get, no matter how minute your dream is, work hard & jiayou lu. :)

leap after leap into the dark

perhaps there're no certainties in life.

the path which you had set your mind upon wasn't the one which you undertook.

that list of things you said you will do, are often delayed and procrastinated time and again.

i guess this teaches us to cherish the present and to make a difference right there and then.

for there may no longer be a second chance to do so again.

windy nights

those cold blasts of wind which seems to be in unlimited supply
that constant stuggle against straightening up your readings which had been blown over by the wind
the evenings staring at lecture notes under the dim moonlight
 
funny how people, places and time have changed, yet sensation- the activation of your five senses- doesnt. triggering those very same thoughts; those exact and raw feelings, yet again.
and with the same song on my player. on loop as usual.
 
concidences. maybe there is really a parallel universe out there.
 
STUDY HARD LU