23rd of September

HE WAS SAVED ME FROM DROWNING IN THE DREAM.


No joke. It was real.
I still remember the scene that his warm hand take hold of my hand even i had awake for half a day.
Oh my...


Looked at the distance, i really hope that i could meet him up on this coming Sunday.
As long as...
No pop-out activity.
No raining.
No breaking appointment.
All are decreed by fate. :)



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UM is filled with KMS-ians. How do i meet up all of them in such a time? I'm wondering.

I go over endlessly in my thought the week we were the facilitators. I miss that ten badly.

那些煲电话粥的岁月

那年我们不到10岁， 没有姐妹陪伴，放学回家拿起电话拨打你的号码，一起看着电视笑，聊着剧情聊着演员的发型。我们可以聊到晚餐时间，边吃边聊。内急的时候，让对方拿着听筒等着5分钟，回忆起来煞是可笑。
后来我们10几岁， 朋友多了几个，电话粥煲完一锅接一锅，煲到深夜抱着没挂断的听筒入睡，没人在意价格低廉的电话费。 少女情怀诉不尽，谈各自心仪的那个他，谈暗恋的酸，蜜恋的甜，失恋的苦。 不厌其烦的重复自己多爱他, 想象自己是抒情小说的主角，多浪漫!
......
我们, 是这样拿着电话听筒成长的。
好友，庆幸有你们在身边. 在我面临困难时, 陪伴我熬煮一锅电话粥，听我放纵发泄， 听我哭泣的鼻音。在我开心时听我疯狂的狂笑，听我重复一遍又一遍. 很欣慰在我需要一双耳朵时，仍有人愿意听。

这是来自古来的一遍文字.
对它有着莫名的情有独钟. 也许是它符合了最近的心情.



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I can't deny that her voice really comfort me. She will always be by my side as long as i needs some1 to be my listener. =)