Food For Thought

      People have been asking what I have been up to after I come to a milestone in life, and my answer is always no more than "I am still waiting." Then they will ask, "waiting for what?" I would say it's a moment when I see my next adventure, or a strong impulse to set myself out like a released arrow. Simply said, I am waiting for my clicks. 

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       Selling and buying are interesting behaviors of our human kind. You never see a cat use something to exchange something else with another cat. They fight and then obtain. On one hand, they get what they deserve; on the other hand, they won't have anything unless they are desperate to fight and to win. Humans use a different exchange system. Less fierce in behavior, and simpler in a way, but it also creates many problems. Things are so easy to get because of money, and people begin to hoard things at home, and maybe don't even cherish. Some people can get really greedy too. They even see the exchange system in a different way and twist reality to cheat or to lie for their own sake. If you ask me which way of obtaining I prefer, I would tell you drawing a way in between is the best. I don’t like fighting but enjoy making efforts to get what I want.  

Fear

       I am afraid of bugs, especially the ones with a body composed of many segments and lots of legs. If you asked me to sit down on a rock where tens of bugs crawling, I would be jumping on the ground trying to get the bugs off my body and screaming like a little girl. Even so, I think I was lucky to have someone by my side to keep bugs off the rock before I sat down and watch out for me. I used up all my capacity to love this person.
       I am also afraid of height. Stairs with grids where people can see through all the way down are my enemies from Heaven. I may not notice the architectural design of the stairs I am walking on at first, but as soon as I realize, my instincts will tell me to grab on something reliable and back up as swift as possible to a safe, concrete surface. I am thankful to have someone willing to offer me his back to rely on and encouraging me to continue my walk.
       But this time is different, I don't have anything to reciprocate.

To You

I wish you knew
       how many nights I stayed up late thinking about you

       how many smiles were put on my face because of you

       and how much I loved you

Zixin

Thank You, Valentine

       It's Valentine's Day. Many people have waited 365 days to celebrate this special moment with their significant halves. Chocolates and flowers could be a traditional choice, or simply a handicraft could show your appreciation to him or her. I am never a big fan of special days, but I believe such days exist for a reason. Maybe it's a time to remind us the dedications that we contribute in the past for each other, or a refreshment to tell us that the uneasiness has passed and a brand new future is waiting ahead.
        Thank you, my previous valentine(s). Although we are no longer together, I wish you happy.

A Book in the Library Chapter 2 Continue

       A book in a library never has the control of where he goes. Mr. Little, Unpopular could only hope nothing catastrophic would happen to him while watching Tommy, the library assistant, rolling the cart with other books toward the office.

       Tommy was new to the job. Without any practical experience, he had hard time looking for jobs in the market after graduating from college. Although he wasn't satisfied with the salary he was making at the library as a new hire, he had no trouble surviving. Sitting in front of Tommy was an average, quiet girl, Rosie. A pair of regular eyeglasses, long, dark hair to the back, and a little bit of shiny Chapstick on the lips made her attractive to Tommy. He couldn't stop peeking at her from time to time. Sometimes she put a slight smile on her face while typing reports, but he could only imagine her thinking of the happy moments in her life and wish he was part of it.
        Like many other shy guys, Tommy didn't have the courage or confidence to tell her how he really felt. They had coffee together for a couple of times and had some basic conversations, but those were not enough to help them move forward. When Tommy was struggling with the ideas of how to get the girl's attention, something suddenly struck his mind like a light bulb connected to electricity. Tommy teared a paper from a notebook and started writing:
        Dear Rosie, 
          I like you. Would you go out with me?
         Tom
       After a second thought, Tommy scratched out his first try and wrote a different one. When he was done, he checked the letter almost a thousand times before he grabbed a book from a cart and carefully slid the letter in between pages.

       Mr. Little, Unpopular fell asleep on the cart after a long waiting, but a sudden pressure by a giant hand woke him up. He didn't like the hand very much because of the sweat, the rough touch, and the uneven, inked paper inserted in him. With great curiosity, Mr. Little, Unpopular sneaked a look at the paper.

       Dear Rosie,     

         I have known you for a while now, and every moment I spend with you, I find something I love about you, your eyes, your smile, your personality, and your laugh. You are a beautiful and amazing person who brightens up my day. I am happy to see you every day when I go to work, and when you are around, my heart beats faster. I had always tried to find the right time to ask you how you felt, so I let this piece of paper to express my feelings. I would love for us to be more than friends if you feel the same way. 

        Tom
       Mr. Little, Unpopular understood the purpose of the letter after reading it and soon felt like a love dove carrying letters between two young lovers. It was a mission of love.

Tuesday Night

       Boston decided to snow again on a fine Tuesday night, and Shiya and I stayed cozy with our drama/movie marathon. The first drama episode was a bad choice. Despite quite a lot of criticism, we did not even drop a tear while the characters cried like a broken shower tap. The Hongkongese movie, My Sassy Hubby, was something different. It spread the concept of love fairly well, and the audiences were soon engaged in emotional reactions. I wish I had the encourage to keep the love by my side like the young wife in the movie. 

       Before we were ready for bed in the morning, Shiya and I decided to make a love song band. She sang, and I played the piano on my phone. Trust me, it didn't end well. Our neighbors complained and security guys came up to knock at our door. It was around   3 AM. I guess that's what friends do together. Wahahahahaha...

An Old Friend

       Shiya is an old friend of mine. I would say she was one of the best friends in my early high school life before I came to the U.S. because of our nearly identical thought processes and life attitudes. I simply can't put away the laughter on my face when I am with her.
       Starting from last Thursday, we spend every day together in Boston with the company of her boyfriend, Liu. To other people, we are just three freaky idiots making loud noises along the roads. We are not to be inappropriate, but to fully engage ourselves in happiness.
       Honestly I think Liu's sense of direction isn't good enough to survive in Boston after we got lost in downtown for quite a few times. I didn't blame him though since Shiya, a completely directionless person, was next to him. Thanks to their nonsense of direction, I am very familiar with the traffic in this big city now. Laugh out loud.
       Things do not always go as planned. Shiya and I planned to visit the Museum of Fine Art and the Museum of Science the other day, but we ended up spending more than two hours in the gift shops and did not even step inside of the museums. Sigh, we are truly idiots.
       I met new friends during my stay in Boston. Despite my disability in understanding accented Mandarin Chinese, I enjoyed the fun time with them. Additionally, special thanks to the Boston Public Library, I found an interesting book, The Memoirs of a Geisha! Life is once again full of adventures. =)