生活

Cinque Terre

Venice

Burano

生活, 生活

会快乐也会寂寞

生活, 生活

明天我要好好地过

總有一天我們都死去 丟掉名字的回憶再沒有意義

请大家听一首歌词很没有营养的歌

happy cny!

as i grow older, i find myself being more capable of relating to others more.
i started to realize that my parents too, are humans, like me.
i started to realize that my siblings too, my cousins, too, are like me.
the only difference is they are strapped with the label 'papa' and 'mama' since the day i was born.
the responsibilities laden on their shoulders are the same costumes that clouds my vision from seeing them as a person.
i'm still learning though, learning to see them as a person, that they too, have their own lives, friends, habits, likes and dislikes.
i hope it's not too late.
not too late to realize that yes, they are my parents, my siblings,
yes, they have the onus to look after of the younger me,
but again, yes, they too have their own things to do,
and it's not appropriate to think that their worlds revolve solely on a person,
it's inevitable to grow up. i have to grow up.
meanwhile praying that my future child can be enlightened earlier that i did.

fark

my life in a nutshell,
i lost my pair of sunglasses in London;
and today i lost my pair of spectacles at pull&bear's fitting room i guess.


legally blind now!

honyyy

Overwhelmed by how patient people can be
and how little seeds planted in hearts can bring such immense impacts
and how warmth and kindness can be so contagious
without expecting any reciprocation

“I came from a very poor family. My father was a small farmer in Nigeria. And even though he had no education, he always taught me that education was the most important thing. He told me: ‘When you have no education, it’s like being in a small room with many people. There is little opportunity available to you, and many people are competing with you. But as you educate yourself, the room grows. You have more opportunities, and less people competing with you.’ I always remembered that. My mother died when I was twelve. I started working as a maid when I turned thirteen. I made 5 cents a day, which I saved for school. There was no free education in Nigeria. When I ran out of money, I’d stop going to school and go back to work. Stop, work, go back to school. Stop, work, go back to school. And all along my father would say, ‘You aren’t done yet. This is not your last bus stop. One day you will have so much education that you will teach in America.’” - Miss Olagunju HONY


ahh how big hearts can be
laden with compassion and enthusiasm, with this,
with this much publicity and support,
it's possible!

GOO!!