I am so tired these days that I can hardly open my eyes. And the fact that my eyelids got bitten by mosquito just ain't helping. I feel like I can hardly breathe.

How I hope I can stop and smell some flowers...

Slow is the pace.
Swing is the mood.
Light is the atmosphere.
Fair is the weather.
Beautiful is the flowers.

Let's take 5mins and walk under the blue blue sky this weekend. Breathe.

“你怎么了？”

他看着他，眼神带着似惭愧、似歉意。

“我做错了。”

“做错了什么？”

“可能我没有做错。。。”

“那是做错了吗？”

“我不记得我怎么做错，不记得我做错了。

在那‘可能做错’的时候，我并不知道我在做错。

如果我不记得也不知道，那不算做错对吧？”

Fret not, available-eligible hunks out there! I am very much available. *wink*

I was curious how people actually react to it. And I am feeling a little bored and tired after spending almost 75% of my time in office. It is something to perk my friends and I up after the long week!

Hardly anyone believe me when they saw the message. But the responses I got made me happy. And seriously, I feel loved, lots of love!!! Despite some non-chalant replies. Haa...

Don't worry, I am not going to send out any message telling you that I am pregnant any time soon. As someone pointed out to me, I went on "maternity leave" mid this year when I was on 2 months leave. Ha... I think I may have a daughter somewhere.

Happy weekend!

“谁啊？”门开了，陌生的面孔。

“呃... Stan在吗？”这是怎么一回事。

“哦，你等一下。Dear，有人来找你，” 瞬时间，我不知我为何会在那里。

他从屋内来到了门前。是他，是我认识的他。

不，我应该只是认得他的样子，但一点也不认识他。

他走向我，眼神带着犹豫，手习惯性地摸了一下下巴。

“女友？”

“她刚回国。我不知道她会回来...” 有些事情根本不需要解释。答案其实很直接。

是那时的醒觉，还是事实的打击，我不知觉地往后退。

“你听我说...” 他跟了上来。

“说些什么？其实我是第三者？不，我什么都不是。” 我没办法再看他一眼。

我甩开他的手，掉头离开。脚步配合着心跳加快频率。

我坐上计程车，脑里一片混乱。

那几个月是什么。那笑声，那照顾，那吻。消遣，无聊，空虚？

心好像沉了下去，一阵酸。眼泪，却一点都没有。

我不会哭。我的眼泪很珍贵。他，不值得。

可能我有一天会原谅，但我不会忘记。

但在原谅之前，伤害了我必须付出代价。

Sometimes I don't understand. Why things have to be this way.

I don't have a choice. And yet, pain we have to bear.

Will you understand? I don't think you do.

Don't assume. The hurt, is not just yours.

Frustration, pain and confusion. What should I do.

The day when I leave, I will not turn back.

Why fore turn back and look at the hurt you brought to me.

I tell myself, I will be better. One day, the hurt will be kept away.