爱情

爱情。
Love.

爱情是什么？
What is Love?

爱情能带给我们的又是什么？
What can Love bring us?

爱情很深奥，很玄，很难懂，却没有一个人不向往拥有它。
Love is deep, mysterious and hard to understand, but every one of us yearns to own it.

或许爱情是你醒来时，一张开眼时，就想到他。
Maybe love is the thought of him when you wake up in the morning.

或许爱情是你在购物时，看到某件饰品就即刻想起他。
Maybe love is seeing something when you're shopping and thinking of him immediately.

或许爱情是你中乐透时第一时间想要打电话给他和他分享这个好消息。
Maybe love is immediately wanting to call him when you strike lottery.

或许爱情是你吃到一碗超好吃的鱼丸面然后在心里说着“下次一定要带他来吃！”
Maybe love is thinking to yourself "I must bring him here the next time!" after trying a delicious bowl of fish ball noodles.

或许爱情是看见下雨了所以带着伞立刻冲到巴士站接他。
Maybe love is rushing down to the bus stop with an umbrella to fetch him when it starts to rain.

或许爱情是你超级讨厌烹饪却愿意为他打开食谱网站。
Maybe love is your willingness to open a recipe website for him despite how much you hate to cook.

或许爱情是你超级爱干净却愿意忍受他的邋遢。
Maybe love is accepting his messiness despite your OCD.

或许爱情是看到他对着其他女孩子笑就想一巴掌赏过去，但其实只是想钻到他的怀抱里撒撒娇。
Maybe love is wanting to give him a slap on the face after seeing him smile at other girls but in reality, all you want to do is snuggle up his chest.

生活上的点点滴滴都足以让你相信你是很爱一个人的。
Little things in life can make you believe how much you love one person.

但人们常常还是很挫折，不知道自己对爱情是否掌握到了要点。
But humans are often frustrated, not knowing if one has fully grasped the meaning of love.

但其实，这有何难？因为爱情在你我眼中都不一样。
But what is so hard really? Because love is different to the eye of every single one of us.

所以，或许我们要找到的就是一个跟我们看见同一个摸样的爱情的人。
So, maybe all we have to find is that one person who sees love the same way as we do.

其实到头来，爱情只不过是无论几百万个帅气无比的男生为你神魂颠倒，你还是只看得见你的他。
All in all, love is probably just a hundred over charming men going after you but all you see in your eyes is him.

Remembering Lee Kuan Yew

Today, Singapore lost her founding father.

Mr Lee Kuan Yew, no matter how many times we repeat your name, it will never be enough to fully appreciate the things you have done for Singapore. Time and time again you proved to us that your beliefs are right and have shown to us exactly how it will benefit us, maybe not now but definitely in the long run.

With the many policies that you've implemented, some speak ill of it, some fond of it, some I have never been able to experience it but have read and studied it for myself in school. I see your vision for Singapore in many years to come and not just in the present, people who speak bad of you may not understand your wise knowledge but we will. For now in 2015, all we see is a place that is so green and clean, a home that is safe and secured.

When we travel overseas, we come to realise how fortunate we actually are, having a proper roof over our heads, having proper education, having clean water to drink and safe roads to travel on. People tell us how lucky we are but we never put it to hearts. People tell us not to ask for anything more because really, we have it so much better than most people out there. Is it truly today that we start to see your efforts and production? No. We have always seen it.

We are grateful to be able to come home late at night without any worries, we are grateful for being bilingual and everywhere we go people are amazed at our strong English foundation, we are grateful for Singapore's progressing economy and never will we have to worry for tomorrow. People say we are being pretentious by only saying our thanks now but honestly, when he was healthy and strong, would anyone express his thanks out of the blue? No. We say it now not because we suddenly found our conscience but because it is an appropriate timing to express our gratitude, love and respect.

I am thankful to be able to see for myself the way you care for your nation, our home and not just reading it on textbooks like how the later generations are going to do. Thank you for being a great leader and building our home from scratch. Thank you Mr Lee and may you rest in peace. Your legacy will live on.

Scattered thoughts

Been doing so much thinking these days I don't know what's wrong with my life but certainly there's an ongoing issue. Something's been bugging my thoughts and emotions lately but I can't seem to voice them out. Every single time I open my mouth to speak or raise my hand to write I find myself uttering nothing. This is especially hard for someone who's filled with emotions and yet have zero mean of expressing them.

Most of the times I find myself anticipating and getting my hopes up high even though I know so well how hard I'm gonna fall and injure myself. And yet, I do it over and over again. I just don't learn. Or rather, I don't know how to learn. I can't learn. I don't know how to persuade myself to not hold hopes. It's a natural human instinct isn't it? To anticipate, to look forward to, to excite oneself, to imagine, to dream and to hope.

Sometimes I hope I'm someone who's thinking over feeling. Sometimes I want to follow my mind and not my heart. Sometimes I wish there's a wire I can cut off to emotions. Because at the end of the day I'm the one who's suffering. And nobody will understand because they can't feel what I'm feeling. I hope I can dig my heart out and show people how much feelings there is inside of me because there is simply no word I can find to describe how overwhelming all these has become.

My mind is most of the times wandering off to somewhere else because my feelings are all over the place and I can't seem to find a way to keep them at bay. This is why people around me always need to snap me back into reality. I may look you in the eyes and I may appear to be listening to you but I am not. And it is not something I have control over. My mind just wanders. I need people to constantly hold me back. And I know it's tiring. It's tiring not only for them but for myself too.

Many times when something goes wrong I cannot help but think what the problem is. Is it with me? Is it because I did something to allow something that I care so much for to go haywire? Or is it because I don't try hard enough and I don't put in enough effort? Even though at the end of the day heartbreaks seem to heal as time passes by no one will ever see how broken you are while healing. How you need to slowly wipe away every tear, pick up every broken piece of your heart and stitch it together, how you need to force yourself to get out there in the sun and embrace life despite your world slowly crumbling down.

It is all a cycle. The cycle of heartbreak and healing. And no matter how many times you go through it you find yourself feeling it stronger than the time before. The heart is an amazing organ capable of love and heartbreaks and no matter how many times you hand it over to someone who's capable of destroying it, you find yourself picking it up again and as time goes by, tadah it works again. It is able to beat normally and it is again capable of loving another.

Amazing human beings and its ability to love despite being hurt over and over again. And you know what is sad about this? What's sad about this is people don't see how amazing their hearts are because people constantly step over them and destroy it. They don't see how strong they are when they are picking up the broken pieces because nobody is around to see their strong self. They don't know how much love they deserve because the people they meet are constantly showing them otherwise.

But fear not because one day someone will come and hold your heart in their palms so carefully and nurture it with every ounce of energy they are capable of giving. So don't stop healing, don't stop wiping the tears and don't stop picking up the broken pieces. One day someone will undo the stitches and you will miraculously realise that it no longer breaks apart. It is capable to love because that's who we are born to be and to do. To love.