Possibly the last post of 2009.

I think I now know what love means and what love is.

By "love", I mean Real Love, something that everybody wants/nobody understands. But I think I do now. And I know exactly how it feels to be in love. It's just amazing.

You have to experience it yourself, and then you will realize that you are one of the luckiest and happiest people in the world...

I believe that all this would only sound cheesy to people who have not [really] experienced love yet, because this is all very true.



I, love, you. =)

Laisse moi te raconter...

"There are many more words to speak. But I do not think I will speak them. No. Not today. My mouth is tired now, and I think the time has come for me to go. Of course, I know nothing of time. But that makes no difference. To me. Thank you very much. I know you will save my life, Mr. Auster. I am counting on you. Life can last just so long, you understand. Everything else is in the room, with darkness, with God's language, with screams. Here I am of the air, a beautiful thing for the light to shine on. Perhaps you will remember that. I am Peter Stillman. That is not my real name. Thank you very much."

-From [The New York Trilogy]: "City of Glass" Ch. 2, by Paul Auster

I'm getting paranoid. About pretty much everything. Is this a sign of becoming a mature woman->extreme emotional & weird? Haha on the other hand, I can't wait to be this little 40-year-old woman sitting with her friends in a cottage beside the Roche Percé in Gaspésie. Just thinking about it makes me smiiiiiile :D

I suddenly feel that everything comes and goes so quickly. I leave something for a moment, and when I come back, I think:"Wow it's been ___ days since I....." This is even true with updating blogs. I have no idea why it takes me 2 weeks to finalize one post.. I am often frustrated by the fact that nothing comes out when I want to express myself. The above paragraph was written a week ago, and has been saved in my Draft forever.. Our piano trio's slogan:"Life Sucks! Yay!"

Somehow, I restarted reading The New York Trilogy, and I must say that it is an astonishingly interesting book! I remember reading it 2 years ago, without knowing about the author and his strange writing style (which is probably why I stopped after 3 chapters). But this time, I just can't stop! What a crazy book! Definitely a must-read. By the way, here's an interesting site worth bookmarking: 1001 Book You Must Read Before You Die

You must forgive me for not writing much and not updating regularly because of school work and piano stuff.. Everybody is stressed out, but we laugh at our own complaint. I will finish this post with another quote:"Love means to commit oneself without guarantee, to give oneself completely in the hope that our love will produce love in the loved person. Love is an act of faith, and whoever is of little faith is also of little love."

Life is beautiful, when filled with love.

A la recherche du titre perdu

I'm sorry for the long wait. Half of this post has been sitting in the Draft box for a while, but I could not find other things to add to the 'unfinished' text.. I found out that writing blog is the best thing to do when you can't focus on something important. At least for tonight..

We all need changes in our life. Cutting my hair and getting lazier are among those changes. What I really need to change is my weight. If somebody has some secret tips for gaining weight, please let me know. I'm aiming for 20 more pounds in the next 7 weeks.

While I was reading my psychology textbook the other day, an interesting point drew my attention: hindsight bias - the tendency to exaggerate, after learning an outcome, one's ability to have foreseen how something turned out. Also known as the "I-knew-it-all-along" phenomenon.

I miss my grandma.. I rarely say this kind of thing. When I was young, I never pictured my life without her. I was always saying that I would live with her when I'm gonna have my own big house one day. And I was still thinking about this the other day until I suddenly realized that she has left us forever. I have never really thought about this before, maybe because her existence in my life was so natural, since I spent most of the time with her in my childhood. I wish she could read my mind now, as she has always been able to.

Arthur Rubinstein once said:"Love life and life will love you back. Love people and they will love you back."

Elle est partie...

So another person told me that her mom passed away.

I often feel uncomfortable watching people announce bad news. They do their best to be "not so sad about it", but they don't hide their feelings very well. Then I don't know what I should do.

I don't know if complaining is a habit or an addiction. Probably both?

I think I'm going back to my "not going to bed before 2am" rule. And I'm gonna break my "not able to be addicted to anything" rule real soon.

Mrs. Coffee..

I'm so glad that I'm back.

I'm that kind of person who gives up after the first post. Excuses are easy to find, especially right after school started. Again, I don't really know what to write here. I'm getting obsessed with Discovery Channel on weekends. I just can't restrain myself from watching it...

I'm wondering if it's painful to judge people. Sometimes I feel I would rather give up everything I learned about the person just because it destroys all the nice feelings. It's such a hard choice to make though; whether you want the truth or the happiness, you gotta sacrifice one for the other most of the time.

Sometimes I wish that love wouldn't have to be tied with trust. Maybe it actually isn't.

Pas si simple.

I remember a quote by an important 'somebody':"People demand freedom of speech as a compensation for the freedom of thought which they seldom use."

I can't possibly find the reason why it took me so long to write this first post. Maybe I was occupied with too many things. I erased everything I wrote at least five times, trying to leave something that "marks" the beginning of this blog. Somehow I can't find the right topic, the right words, or the right feeling. Hopefully this is momentary.

I complain about how my house is too comfortable that we all want to fall asleep all the time. The light, the TV, the couch are all responsible for my laziness, except myself.

The title of this entry still stays blank. I watch people arguing about some useless sh*t on Facebook, some others sharing funny stuff. I was reading some articles about certain people getting addicted to stalking others because they think their own life sucks. How can you know whether or not you life sucks when you don't even spend a moment looking at it?

I turn on some music, get a cup of tea. Ipod on "shuffle", and this first post got its title. Satisfaction, that's what I feel at the moment.