Haven't blogged in a really long time and I guess I shall try to get myself back in the habit of doing so.

Just read a short story that was really really good. Reminds me somewhat of The Joy Luck Club, which is one of my favourite books. You can read it here:
http://a1018.g.akamai.net/f/1018/19022/1d/randomhouse1.download.akamai.com/19022/pdf/Paper_Menagerie.pdf

My favourite quote from the story:

“If I say ‘love,’ I feel here.” She pointed to her lips.
“If I say ‘ai,’ I feel here.” She put her hand over her heart.

 I remember when I wrote an application 'essay' for an award I said that while English is the language of my 'brain', Chinese remains the language of my heart. Which is the reason why whenever I need to vent my emotions or just wax a little philosophy for fun, I have to do it in Chinese. It's the only way for me to truly feel my words and pour my heart into them.

Perhaps it is the representation of this idea called 'home'. Recently I went to my hall lobby to read newspapers, and in between the Straits Times and Zaobao, I somehow decided to pick the Chinese papers over the English ones. Maybe I hoped that it'd help me forget the fact that I was sitting in the sponge-y sofa in a school hostel, where everyone was come-and-go, and transport myself back to safety of my own home. And now I finally know the difference between 'home' and 'accomodation'. I will never view my hostel room as 'home', simply because there is no one whom I truly care about. And that makes all the difference.

“有的時候是因為回家時的那盞燈 你才願意付出那麼多”                                                                                                                                                                                        —— 宮崎駿的夢想之城

 

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