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This is not a love story, this a story about us.

This is not a story of a boy meets girl, it is a story of heart meets heart.

This is a story of S².

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Wednesday, March 26, 2014


To be honest i didn't even know that this word exist until i came to poly. Yes set my hut on fire with your torches and prepare your pitchforks while you dance and chant around! well now now before some of you extremist really do that, today, 26/03/2014 is the first Monthsary of us getting together. So today i set away my games and put up my headphones as i write something to forever leave a mark in the sands of time how special this day is to me.

{29/28} days earlier...

We were at the atrium, after a horrible day of exam (i thought i was gonna fail, but life being the troll it is, gave me an A*; i still think whoever that marked the paper was getting married or something). And there she was at a rather quint corner with dim lighting. The table she was at had only room for 2 chairs. I made a mental note to compliment her one day how great she is at choosing locations :) Her eagle eyes found before i could realize which part of the atrium she was at. I had this feeling that she was expecting me for quite some time already; the very speed in which her eyes located me was really amazing, she must have surveyed the area for quite some time and maybe make some mental calculations to which where i would arrive from.

Meeting each other after such a long time was really of a feeling that one cannot simply put a finger on, we were saturated with this subtle happiness but something was holding us back. Or rather a decision would be more appropriate. I had an idea of what to expect, but at the same time, i cant help but feel a little worried. Worried that i might be reading things wrongly again.This could very well be the joke of my life. Or this could be the very essence of my life.

But this time, there was no fault in our stars.

And so like all good novels i will leave everyone hanging for a while :P

MONTHSARY is a combination of month and anniversary, so

MONTH:
1) A measure of time corresponding nearly to the period of the moon's revolution and amounting to approximately 4 weeks or 30 days or 1/12 of a year.

2) Plural: An indefinite usually extended period of time.

ANNIVERSARY:
1) The annual recurrence of a date marking a notable event.

I find the Internet's definition of MONTHSARY too vague and too underating what it should truly represent.

SAM's Dictionary:

MONTHSARY: A marker in this never-ending, unwavering and epic journey of love that just shows us how far we are going to go. Nothing too special about it, because everyday is special with you. I don't know about others, but i am sure that we will go really far. Don't ask me how far sweetheart, because an eternity is beyond measures.

I got
1 thing
2 say
those 3 words
4 you

I love you~


writtern @7:02 AM

Tuesday, March 25, 2014


我觉得自己超虚伪的, 明明就很想念她嘛。怎么搞得自己情感模糊的乱七八糟, 好像每次的想念都得把自己的思绪装进没了牛奶的瓶子里,然后一鼓作气的跑到海边, 用着莫明其妙的力量就地激烈的旋转, 最后在那电光火石的关键时刻把瓶子猛力地扔向水平线。 我真的蛮困扰的,一边的我想要人家立马的回复,仿佛这边一望无际的大海其实是一个以狡辩能跨过的小溪。另一边的我又希望她能玩得开心,暂时放掉一切困扰,进入属于自己的堡垒。

“靠,我看我可能患有精神病叻。” 我努力地放眼那被窗架分成四方形的天空,努力地寻找月亮。

结果月亮不靠谱,放了我飞机。没办法了,星星还算是够义气的,瞄了一下就发现了唯一一个。
我用手指将刘海划过一片,略有深意地道, “唯,我会不会进板桥哦?” 仿佛自己已经下了判决似的,像一只命在旦夕的小狗在呻呤着。星星冷眼地瞪着我,一句话也没说的。

后来,随着时间慢慢的飘过,抹掉了那复杂的思绪,剩下的,却只是单纯的想念。想念着她飘逸流水般的长发,想念着她甜美纯真的笑容,想念着她手心的温度。想念着她的一切。

其实我个人认为想念分成两个阶段。想念的最初期便是那疯狂的苦苦等待,等待着回复,等待着装满了想念的瓶子。这时的情绪很容易被挤在瓶颈里,然后一直酝酿着,好像随时都会爆炸似的。过了一段时间后,这非常热血的想念终于冷却了下来,少了当初的沸腾,但多了一丝丝希望。希望她在那里过的好好的,多喝水,多吃饭,多享受及放松那难得的宁静。想念,进行中。

当初的我也许会很猛地将那瓶子抛向思念大海,坚持着如果能够把瓶子丢的越远,就离你越近。现在的我不了。我会小心翼翼地把装满着想念的它,轻轻地放在沙滩上,让缘分在涨潮时能带着那小小的瓶子飘过夕阳西下的水平线,直到有你的沙滩上。大海的距离与我们的爱相比,差远了。静静的想念,其实是一种低调的暧昧。

I wonder what you are doing.
I wonder where you are.
There are oceans in between us, but that's not very far.
I love you.

为。爱
永远爱着那可爱的你
何淑娴

writtern @12:39 AM

Thursday, March 13, 2014


The girl is called Sheryl. She is beyond worlds. She has long cascading hair that seems to hide an eternity behind. Maybe thats why we always thought that we knew each other long before we met. If there was a word to describe us, it will be far from perfect. And in this imperfection beckons a much more cherished word, happiness. It started with a good feeling, continued with love and manifested into a world of our own. She is Sheryl, and she is all i need.

Sam. It used to just be a word, a name, a stranger. Now he’s my sunshine, my sweetheart, my all-in-one. He may not have been the most perfect guy out there, but when I saw him, my heart knew first before my mind: That he was the one. It wasn’t love at first sight, it was love rekindling over our past lives. Fate brought this sweet, loving, caring gentleman to me at the best time of my life, and I intend to let him stay for the rest of my life and many lives to come. Because if its not him, no one else will do.

writtern @2:01 AM