The smell of rain draws me away.
Into a far away land.
Nobody's there except me.
So left alone, in my own serendity.
I desperately need a momentary getaway.
Just to soak up life for awhile, in a laid back mood.
_
Actually I'm really a physical touch person.
Maybe it's been 'nurtured' from young.
When I was still a little brat, my parents and I used to give each other hugs and pecks on the cheeks all the time and being patted to sleep was the norm.
In the process of growing up, however, the frequency of these sweet actions declined.
(Baba says "Ni zhang da le, wo bu hao yi si xiang yi qian na yang...... Ke shi ni dong wo shi ai ni de"- something along those lines, while like that of the past, I never live a day without embracing mummy.)
Even so, I know we still care.
He always barks at me to go to bed with a stern expression whenever I was burning the midnight oil for exams- "Kao shi jing shen zui zhong yao, kuai dian qu shui...... Aiya, na me xin ku jiu suan le la, bu yao du liao".
She always holds me to sleep when I finally climb onto bed after the late night vigorous mugging, nagging at me to start studying earlier the next time instead of hoping for last minute salvation.
Hey.
I've never said it before, I know.
But.
Thanks.
I appreciate it.
Love you both.
_
Beatrice: "It were as
possible for me to say I loved nothing so well as you: but believe me not; and yet I lie not; I confess nothing, nor I deny nothing."
William Shakespeare; Much ado about nothing; Act IV Scene I.
Ah. Now I miss literature.
11:42:00 PM
