Saturday, December 1, 2012

My Promised Huang he


Stop saying forever. I know you’ll leave me. And when that time comes, I’ll cry a river in commemoration of the love we shared (if we did share it). Don’t worry, that’s not a hyperbole, I’ve saved enough tears in jars to forge my promised Huang he.

Friday, November 30, 2012

There is More to Life



There is more to life than finding the one who will love you, stop looking for a love life, for a moment, and start looking for a life.


No Story is Ever Less Significant



In a classroom, when someone is speaking, especially in the first day of school, about their lives, everyone would be straining their necks, even the snobs, toward the person who's speaking. This is because no story is ever so small. Ever so dull. Ever so typical. Everyone deserves to be heard. Each one’s story is worth the strain in the neck.


Sunday, November 25, 2012

Those that Secretly Taste Us


Be afraid when butterflies rest by you, they are secretly tasting you by their foot. And then, when they're satisfied, they'll fly away from you again, leaving you alone.