The awaited holiday

May I be reminded with my holiday's plans. I must make free time to get my mode set right. At least no more repetition of mistakes. Then, finish "the Secret" I bought and not forget to do revision for the supplementary paper. Tick.

First of all, thanks to my housemates, kexin and mom for giving me support during my exam week. Except for the 1st paper (optoelectronics), the whole exam can be said under control. Secondly, Happy Birthday to Sasha - mom's pet & Mom (16th Oct), the one who has never ever stop loving me. I love u. U gave birth to me and wished for me to grow. I've been growing all the time, and never wanted to think of the trade off, which your age has getting older. Still, I wish you a happy birthday, be happy at least for those you cared remember your birthday.

Finally, some suggestions I would like to give, hidden in the "muddy" story.

Love is not a show. You have to contribute only you will get clues of what a love is. Here goes a lucky day, when you see a diamond in a pool of mud. The diamond is regarded to your love ones. Standing so close to the pool, you try to reach the diamond. You step into the deep mud and at the same moment your love story begins. With some swallowed corpse underneath being a support for you to step on, you feel nervous. Oh yes, your hand grabs something - a nice branch. You feel good during the time you hold tightly to what you believes is true - perhaps it is Love. Cracked! Your life ends in the pool of deep mud for the something you caught has lost its reliability. In Love, you end your own life misery. Note that it is not because the love has gone, but something you has never wish to let go has gone, assive you are murdered by the branch. So, you die because you are strucked into the heart by the branch. Love is there, as long as you breath. Believe this, as your parents give It to you all the time and they want you to be simple. How simple? Happy for what you have. Understandable?

Be kind to yourself.

#A love story must be written by two person. Even in two-men's love, they wrote it together, just with the same black ink.