The imperfect eye beholds imperfections.

中学时期，上华语课的时候，她有了另外一个蛮有趣的绰号 ---- 美国军队，简称美军。 很好笑吧！ 那时我可真的笑到苦了。真佩服当年的华语老师。 不在家乡的我，特别念旧这位老友。 那些笑癫癫一起走过的青春岁月， 那些一起变成熟的日子， 一起在房间里聊得天南地北的时刻， 一起上网疯狂购物， 一起唱歌跳舞， 一起讨论着某某化妆品的功能， 一起到某某餐厅共餐， 一起去古晋节欣赏美食， 一起一边笑，一边喊，紧张地越过车辆来往的马路， 一起抓鱼洗鱼缸 … 还有那些数不清的一起一起 … 今天是你的生日， 很遗憾不能一起庆祝。 但我希望你能快乐，健康，幸福。 感谢上帝给了我一个 这么可爱又搞笑的好友。 我在此献上最真诚的祝福。 希望我们的友谊能一直持续到大家一起变老。 C: Ps: 虽然有点肉麻，但我还是要说： “美君， saranghe ！” （别想太多，这是朋友之间的爱。我是不会喜欢同性的。哈哈。） [ 凌晨时特地打电话唱生日歌给你听，很感动吧！ 知道你明天有做工还在三更半夜去打扰你，不好意思咯！ 谁叫一年只有一次。哈哈。爱你哦！ ]

My family and I went to this LogosHope book fair which is inside the ship. hmmm... Sounds interesting right? The moment when our car went into the parking spaces at the labour, we were shoched cause the people who are in charged of the traffic were blonde people, which is one of the crews of LogosHope members. There's no any local traffic officer, the people working there are totally the members of LogosHope. The LogosHope community of 400 unpaid volunteers from over 45 different countries lives and works together for one purpose - to bring knowledge, help and hope to the people of the world. For mor information, please visit this site: www.logoshope.org When we reached there, we saw lots of people queuing to buy the ticket. One ringgit person aged 12 above, and it's free for the kids below 12. Even after we bought the ticket, the queuing line is still very long cause I think most of the Kuching citizens were here, or most of them went here. This book fair event last for around...

我总会把自己喜欢听的音乐放成闹钟的铃声。 每天，闹钟的铃声一定会定时打断正在做着美梦的我。 从此，我便开始讨厌那烦人的铃声。 偶尔把闹钟铃声换了，我又再讨厌另一首我曾经喜欢过的音乐。 我这才惊觉，把喜欢的东西放在不适合的地方去讨厌它，是多么愚蠢的行为。 手机正ｐｌａｙ着我以前那讨厌的铃声，现在听起来却有爱上了它。

熟悉的马路，熟悉的景色，　 熟悉的建筑物，　熟悉的跑道， 熟悉的凉风，熟悉的食物。 曾经在这里陪我ｉ熬夜的书桌，放着我漂亮衣服的衣橱， 舒服自在的浴室及让我进入美梦的单人床．．．　 我回来了，你们之前有没有偷懒？ 这下你们的日子可辛苦咯。哈哈。 熟悉的角落躺着熟悉的乐器。 我将手指轻轻弹着它的玄， 依旧是那熟悉的吉他声，在加上四周围的吵杂声，唠叨声，滴水声．．． 熟悉的日出日落， 熟悉的明月与星星，在蝉的鸣叫中显得更接近大自然。 深深的吸了几口氧气，我是幸福的。

Xyndy: 在车上最好不要睡觉，照顾好东西。脸要凶，不要太热情。 Xin Qi: 再见咯，五个星期后。想你啊！ Chui Wei: * 哭了。 * 我很想你勒！很舍不得！ 上了巴士，我不敢一直向窗外望，怕眼泪流下。 可是，当司机说：“ Bas Johor jalan, bas Johor jalan…” 的时候，我的心的确很舍不得这班在西马交到的朋友。 向她们挥手的同时，眼泪也就很自然的顺着脸颊流下。 再会了，朋友们！

夜已深，电话响起。 喂 … 是家里人打来了。 对家的思念又浮现脑海。 今晚，电话的另一端是爸爸的声音。 依然像普通般，那严肃的语气与女儿说话。 “你几时回来？” [ 下个星期日。 ] “下个星期有考试啊？” [ 有，还有两科。 ] “这个月的零用钱够用吗？” [ 够，还有。 ] “好了，好了。” [ 拜拜。 ] 就是这么冷酷的一位父亲。 我与他的对话虽然只有那区区的 34 秒，我的眼泪真的就快飙出来了。 为什么？ 我真的，真的是太想念我的家人了。 用单手抹掉脸上泪水的同时，我的心里的感觉 ------ 是酸的。

What a rainy morning, and I was on my plan to Alor Gajah, an area which is outside the main town in Melaka, go there to conduct the children class. Here, I really want to thank Doshann for giving this golden opportunity to be involve in the Baha’I activities. Yes, he is the one who always text and calling me, informing all the activities that are going around and arranging transportat ion and all that for me. Thanks a lot, buddy!!!! So, waited for Uncle Das to pick me up to his house. But I didn’t see or noticed him while he’s driving around my hostel, turning round and round and round. And I was waiting in the rain, and all jeans beneath my knees were all wet. Haha…. A very good experience in the rain, cause I won’t have that chance if I’m in my hometown, I’ll be scolded by my mum. At Uncle Das’ house, they treated me with such a nice breakfast. Roti canai, dhal, and a cup of hot coffee in the cold and rainy day. What a pleasant morning!!! And I’m very glad to meet this nice family...