When the wind blows

the snow flakes dropped on her shoulder and melted. the forgotten piece that was once upon a time playing the memory of my life is awaken. and dancing among the kaleidoscope of gray and white, not quite pure kind of white but white.

i like to make cards because i like to read cards. smses yes. fb wallposts yes. emails yes. but cards are so irreplaceable for people who doesn't talk much about zillion little things, like me.

how can a bday be a bday without cards? i think i can survive one without cakes but not bday cards. so there are these special little ones across the miles...

-from my housemates who always give me the best cards-

-from jing yi from a month ago and she drew me 20 cup cakes-

-from notts-

-from jlyy with the candies and it was so funny because i didn't read the package properly i thought candy is the name of the staff in the post office-

-from su lynn with an invisible hug-

-from lin hui and how can i not love cards you see-

i'm going to uk tomorrow and i can't wait to go to sleep so tomorrow can come faster :

okie la mm, i'll sms you when i travel to another city ok?

19-22 dec : london, cambridge
22-24 dec : birmingham, around birmingham
24-27 dec : nottingham for christmas
27-30 dec : manchester, liverpool

so don't worry! it's just the UNITED KINGDOMS and it's not my first time travelling.



when the wind blows, the craddle didn't fall but the dreams with wings are loaded.

for the best friends who doesn't need to speak. for the rise who made me THE dinner and first bday cake. for the guys who thought of me as a friend. for the hamster who doesn't like to tell me stories but keep stuffing me with cookies and cakes and even made me a card. for the ones who came and couldn't come for my bday lunch. for yumi who is willing to hang out with the worst japanese student.

*Nollaig Shona Duit*