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Everyone know how hard it is for a person to express his care & love to
someone directly, face to face. Thus, writing is created, for people to express
themselves better...

I once thought the most valuable gift a person can
get is a letter full of love. A letter written with passion & sincerity. A
letter that would touch your heart & make you wanna cry. But it ain't easy
as well now to most people. Love letter, poems, song composing.. is such a
difficult task.

That is what I feel now. I want to write but I don't
know what should I write. I need inspiration. Looking at the blank paper, my
mind is blank as well.

P/S: When I found this picture, it was given the title "hell" as the description goes:

"Handing in a blank paper during exam is like entering hell..."

Fly

When you're young and you look up to the clear blue sky, you just wished that you could fly. Fly like the birds up high. Fly like the plane. You folded planes with paper & throw it, wishing it could fly up high, fly far. A simple paper plane would make you happy. Yes, you think you could fly.

As time passes, you start to think more.

"Fly?"

"It's impossible for humans to fly."

"You need wings to fly."

"Don't be childish."

"Well, yeah... You can consider getting on a plane is flying.. but do you have the money?"

"What makes the plane fly?"

"The air force, blah blah...."

The story goes on & on... A simple paper plane doesn't satisfy you anymore. You think folding a paper plane is childish, you don't have the time for it. You want something more realistic.. When you think of flying, you think of freedom. You think you're living in a suffocating world. Everything's tying you up~ You can't breath!

Don't you wish you could have the heart of a child back? Back to the days when folding paper plane is so much fun for you? Well, you know... Being simple is the first rule for happiness...

myself-photo-taking & photo-editing addicted result.. 

Addiction

When something gives you pleasure and satisfaction, you tend to want more of it... Thus leading to addiction. That's how drug-addiction begins.

Well, don't get my word wrong, I'm NOT a drug-addict! I'm just making an example out of it. Anyway, talk about addiction, I do get addicted to lots of stuff. Let's see, I'm a :

• Movie addict
• Internet-addict - though there's nothing much for me to do now, especially when everyone's busy studying and i'm the lonely ranger
• Self-photo-taking-addict - Good thing I don't have my own camera, or else I'll probably get sick of my face!
• Photo-editing-addict - I find photo editing & enhancing is pretty much an art. Making one photo look prettier.. Can't find a satisfied photo editor though..

Well, looks like I'm addicted to lots of no-good, no-use stuff after all. I wonder how come I'm not book-addicted?

sweet time with classmates 

盲导犬小Q

从出生开始，它就一直默默的学习着等待。等待分离、等待被领养、等待接受指示。。。

它的第一次分离，是与其母亲离别。那时他最后一次见到妈妈，独自踏上成为盲导犬的命运。当时它只有1个月。

他的第二次分离，是与其代养父母。在一个充满爱的家里居住的一年，让它学会信任人类。分离时，它默默的凝望着父母，奇怪为什么只有他一个人走。

它一岁了，正式被送往盲导犬训练中心。它，总是慢其他狗一拍，没有任何杰出的表现；它，并不特出。然而，它有着盲导犬最重要的条件：等待着指示的耐心。过了不久，它找到了主人。它学会了保护主人，给与主人危险的讯息。它，跟主人培养了无间的默契。。。

好景不常在，主人病了；住院期间，它被送回训练中心等待主人回来迎接。一等，就等了三年。。主人终于来了。它陪伴主人走了一程，那是它和主人走过最短的路程；那短短的30米，却也是他们的最后一程。那是它一生第三次的离别。在葬礼上，它默默地望着主人，仿佛主人只是沉睡了。

从此，它就不再做盲导犬。回到盲导犬训练中心待了11年后，重返家园；回到代养父母身边。重返家园，一切都犹如从前；感觉就像没有离开过。

一年后，它在妈妈的安抚下，回归天堂。

它，活了12年零25天。 它，是小Q!终其一生的等候，默默的等候。