I can see a bit more of Daylight.
I can see the foot of the Rainbow.
I can feel the warmth of the Sunshine.

I will leave Sorrow behind.
I will leave Fear behind.
I will leave History behind.

Let me spread my wings to Fly.
Let me hold your Dreams with mine.
Let me be your Pillar, your Hope and your Life.

Mummy, Daddy I love you.

For 4 consecutive nights I've dreamt of you.
You huant me in my dreams.
I miss you but it pains to realise that the old "whitey" I used to love has died.
Yeah. Dead.
The person who had broke my heart, accusing me of someone I'm not, is just someone who looks identical to you.
At least, that's what I want to believe.
How long will it take to repair the broken bridge that's between us?
Hopefully, after a few years the bridge will be repaired and the old "whitey" I once knew will walk across it again...

Recently, I've been reading this VERY GOOD book by Daisaku Ikeda Sensei.
Its called "A Piece of Mirror and Other Essays".
It really made me see many things in a different way.
How culture, people's mind etc can do wonders to this world.

I've decided to share bits of the stories I read inside this "Little Book of Wonder".

Today, I'll share about the Essay - "A Piece Of Mirror"
(Abstracted)

"My parents were married in 1915, and my mother as part of her trousseau brought along a mirror stand fitted with a very nice mirror. Twenty years or so later, however, the mirror somehow or other got broken. My eldest brother, Kiichi, happened to be home at the time, and I sorted over the fragments and picked out two of the larger ones to set aside as keepsakes.

Then the air raids on Tokyo began and soon they were a daily occurence. I could hardly bear to look at my mother's face. As though it might somehow help to protect her life, I kept the piece of mirror always with me, sticking it carefully inside my shirt as I dodged my way through the incendiary bombs that fell all around us.

I will never forget the disgust and anger with which Kiichi, on leave from China, described the inhuman atrocities he had seen committed there by the Japanese army. Japan was wrong, he said, and he felt deeply for Chinese people. I developed a profound hatred for war, its cruelty, stupidity and waste.

Eventually, when the war ended, we recieved notification that my eldest brother had been killed in the fighting in Burma. I thought at once of the piece of mirror I knew he must have carried in the breast pocket of his uniform. I could imagine him, during a lull in the fighting, taking it out and looking at his unshaven face in it, thinking longingly of his mother at home. I know how he must have felt, because I have a piece of the mirror too, and when I look at it, it brings back memories of my brother."

THIS, is the cruelty of war.
Blinded by Power and Greed, many innocent people died and many more left with a wound that will Never Heal.

So, We, Us, People of the 21st Century...
Must Never allow such Tragedy to happen Again.
NEVER!

The next time round I'll share with you the other Essay - "Mother and Child"
THE MOST IMPORTANT PERSON IN THE WORLD!!!

Farking busy.
Super tired and sick.

Got a cold sore on my upper lip this morning.
Itchy and painful.
I hate it.

Today, Kate Moss's Signature White Poplin dress is here!
I cant help but try it on during my break.

Cute...

Sometimes, I wonder.
"What the fark am I doing?"
"Why am I even doing this?"

But I guess its just part of life.
I'm tired and lost.

HELLO!!!!
Its been a freaking long time since i blogged.
Many things had happened.
People come and go.
Certain things changed.
I changed.

I was very upset the other day because of a friend.
We had a quarrel last year and only recently we've started talking.
I was really happy about it but happiness didn't last long.
He accused me of some things which i know i didn't do.
I was totally disappointed with him.
I spent about 9mths trying to work things out for our friendship.
And finally, miracle happened.
Now, because of his Sensitivity and Wild Imagination...
I give up.
I'm at my limit.
Maybe what someone said to me is rite.
"Its just wrong time, wrong things. Plus, you guys had a bad history. That make things much complicated...."

Grow up!
He is such a kid.

Anyway, Happy things now.
I went to my dearest brother's Gig the other day at the Youth Park.
It was a J-ROCK Competition.
His Band "LIVEVIL" won 2nd!!!
Woohoo~~*
His Vocalist is cute and the band is good.
And my brother is Cool.
Hahaha...

Here's a nice photo of me and Xiang.


I think thats all for today.
Tired and sick from Flu!!!

Space.
Time.
Growth.
Understanding.
Expressing myself.
These are the things we need to learn.
Or
Maybe at least for me, for myself.

Giving too much and being stubborn is a fatal mistake.
I'm not angry. Neither am I depress.
Its just a process which I will eventually face one day.

Now, I just want to grow.
Its time for me to go to the next level.
Thanks for making me realise that.
Congrads, Anny.

And, Thank you.
I wish you happiness.