Time For An Upgrade

Was having lunch by myself (yes, sad lil' old me) at Cafe Nero today, sipping a cup of latte and having an oven roasted chicken breast & pepper sandwich, when I noticed this this rather troubled-looking businessman-type kinda guy sitting beside me.

I looked over, and there he was fiddling at his Dell laptop (ah... My fellow brethren whom shares da same brand as my own laptop). I was peeking at what he was up to when I noticed something really funny.

I must say: that laptop of his must be the most ancient under-powered piece of junk I've ever seen. As I watched on, I realised it took him a full 1/2 minute to finish loading his "Dell" startup screen, followed by a full 2 minutes of wait at the Windows loading screen. After that, he also enjoyed a full 1 1/2 minutes wait for the rest of the start up programs to power up.

At first I thought, "perhaps he is a graphic designer of some sort n he's got loads of graphic or picture files in his laptop..." When he awkwardly moved his cursor towards the Windows "Start" button and clicked it... I knew exactly what was wrong. It doesn't take a genius to figure out - if it takes 15 seconds to even load the "Start" list: it means its time for an upgrade... Or a new laptop.

Which brings me to what I think. In this information age, especially for computer gamers like me, the demands imposed on our machines are so high, its only normal if one changes their laptop/PC every 2 years. I still remember the joy when I purchase my new Dell laptop beginning of this year, only to my dismay that I can barely run games that are currently being released. Mind you - my laptop was top of the range when I first bought it.

Maybe its time to save up to invest in a PS3, which would be released soon in the UK, priced at a whopping £450! You hear that? That's the sizzling sound of a hole burning through my wallet. Ouch...

Comfort Zone

Tossing and turning in bed for the last few hours, I realised I just can't fall asleep. So, naturally - I began to wonder why.

"Is there anything bothering me? What's wrong?" I asked myself.

The answer was: "Nope, everything's OK in my life now. Just to make sure, let me do a check list..."

Dissertation ===> CHECK
New Term Preparations ===> CHECK
Part Time Work ===> CHECK
Family ===> CHECKING
Friends ===> CHECK
Personal Fitness ===> CHECKING
Leisure ===> CHECK
Love Life ===> DOUBLE CHECK

So, where did it go wrong? The ridiculous but most possible answer dawned upon me. Perhaps over the years I've suffered a turbulent and eventful life, always living on the edge. So for once, if my life reaches a state of calmness and peace: I get worried - worried that something bad awaits me around the corner. I know its depressing and sad, but its the horrible truth. I've been through so much constant shits in my life that when I settle down on a comfort zone, I get nervous. How ironic.

Maybe its the end of my sorrows? Maybe my life of soon-to-be epic greatness is about to take flight? Who knows. Lets see where this leads to, shall we?

Stupid Days

Some days, you just feel so stupid. Today is one of those days.

Woke up this morning still abit half asleep, washed my face and when I tried to turn around all freshened up - I smacked my forehead on the wooden pillar.

Before I knew what is going on, I was sitting on the floor stunned. Pain gradually crept in and soon I was left rolling on the floor, holding my wound, thinking how stupid can I be.

Now, theres a lil' red swollen scar to the right side of my forehead, luckily its just underneath my hairline so its less noticable.

Maybe I'll post a picture of my wound up sometime, if I'm feeling sadistic.

20 Pounds

Here's a story I heard recently from my sister. I'm not sure what I'm actually trying to get at but... Here goes:

One afternoon, a boy returned home from school and asked his father, "dad, how much do you earn daily?" The father was a lil' hesitant to answer, rather suspicious even, but eventually told his son, "I earn 20 pounds daily." His son nodded in response and went back to his room.

Later in the evening, the boy confronted his father once again, "dad, can I borrow 10 pounds please?" The father was furious. Relating to the events earlier on that day, the father concluded that his son was asking regarding his wage so he could borrow some money from him. Hence without even inquiring what his son's purpose was, he simply gave him a stern lecture about the importance of money, and sent him to his room without supper.

Later that night, the father felt a lil' guilty. He thought that maybe his son needed a lil' money to buy a toy he really liked. Since he had a lil' money to spare, he walked up to his son's room holding 10 pounds. However, when the father handed over 10 pounds to his son, he noticed he had another 10 pounds in his son's wallet. Overcomed with rage, he began to give his son an even harsher lecture than before on lying to parents and greed.

After all the commotion, the father finally chilled down, and found the courage and sense to question why his son needed the money. The boy replied, "I was just wondering... If I gave you 20 pounds tomorrow, would you not go to work tomorrow and spend some time with me?"

There are many morals to this story, and I've got no idea what I'm trying to imply, but its just touched me in a very personal way.

Racist Genes

OK, due to popular demand, it seems there's a majority requesting a shift in my recent blog topics. So here goes: The hottest topic in England right now - "Racism in the Big Brother House".

I'm assuming you people know what is "Big Brother" right? Yes... That aimless reality TV show which deliberately induces conflict amongst the contestants for our insane entertainment, where most of the time you actually see them sleeping.

Regardless what Jade Goody says: she is a racist person - which applies to the rest of the British nation. She was racist to Shilpa, disregarding the kind of excuses she give. It was deliberate, maybe a slip of a tongue, but tha only confirms the fact that racism is a problem embedded deep within English culture - just like binge drinking. She should be condemned by the world for her actions, she deserves it - thinking the fame Big Brother had once brought her can carry her through the deepest shit.

I found it so funny and angry at the same time at how Britain is acting towards this issue. Gordon Brown makes a public announcement to save his own fat British arse; Tony Blair did it to save what's left of his boney arse. What disgusts me most is how these British react to this issue: they seem so surprised at the magnitude of racism faced by Shilpa in the Big Brother house, where its like... Common as dirt in our regular daily life.

Racism is the result of generations of ignorance by the government to enforce whatever law they have against racism (are there racism laws, Hui Lynn? ^^"), or to encourage the right attitude to the people. Ooops... I forgot, the British are SO stuck up of their superior culture (not so anymore) and their empire (which does not exist anymore) that their ego has been reinforced by concrete cement over the years. They're so stubborn and ignorant that racism is like... Part of their genetical structure.

My mum was racially abused when she was at university 30 years ago; I'm STILL being racially abused now at univeristy. Some things will never change.

冬天的第一滴雪花

“哇！ 下雪了！”
这几句话。。。
竟然打破了夜晚的平静。

在厨房烈火战斗中，
吹开烧水的蒸汽，
看透浓厚的油烟，
望到了冬天的第一滴雪花。

这滴小小的雪花，
带给了我心充满的安宁感。
油炸机里油爆声慢慢地消失了，
抛在锅里的菜也渐渐地停顿了。
眼睛只会随着那滴雪花的摇摆，
跟随着它寻找陆地的路途，
无忧无愁地自在飘扬。

今年的第一滴雪来的太迟了，
可是期待着的心思却没遗憾，
应为现在的我以经分了身：
精神放入了走餐的每一道菜，
灵魂却留了给欣赏这同一滴雪花的她。



Winter's First Snow Flake

"Wow! It's snowing!"
These words...
Literally broke the silence of the night.

In the midst of the heated battle within the kitchen,
blowing away the steam from the boiling water,
seeing through the thick rising smoke,
reveals winter's first snow flake.

This lil' snowflake,
has broke a sense of peacefulness into my heart,
the sound of the oil sizzling in the deep fryer slowly fades away,
food that was tossed in the wok gradually came to a halt as well.
My eyes would only follow the dancing snow flake,
following its search for its journey down to earth,
floating casually without any burden at all.

The first snow flake of the year came rather late,
but the well anticipated heart of mine felt no remorse,
because I'm feeling like I've lost myself completely:
my concentration infused within every dish that I serve,
but I've left my soul with her, the one gazing at the same snowflake as me.

Chungy
(dedicated to the lady of the night, whom gazes at the same snowflake as me...)

眼睛， 笑容和冰淇淋

那天， 她问了我一个很有趣的问题。 她说， “你知道。。。 我是几时爱上你的吗？” 爱开玩笑的我， 笑嘻嘻地回答， “一见钟情吗？” 回答了以后， 还轻轻的挨打了。

她问我， 记不记得上次我们在圣诞期间MSN谈心事。 她说， 她在情绪最低落时， 我好好的安慰了她。

啊。。。 我记得了。 当时， 我告诉了她， “你以后一定要找个好男朋友 - 一个天天都会告诉你眼睛多么地漂亮和笑容多么地甜蜜的男朋友； 一个天天都会买你最喜欢吃的冰淇淋给你吃的男朋友。”

说完了以后， 她表情改变了 - 变得很柔软； 很感人。 她忽然对我说， “你知道你是多么地讽刺我？” 听了， 我觉得很奇妙， 便继续寻问原因。

她回答说， “应为你和我都知道， 只有你才会天天告我： 我眼睛有多么地漂亮； 我的笑容是多么地甜蜜， 也只有你才会买我最喜欢吃的冰淇淋给我吃。。。”

我听了， 有点惭愧， 可是心里非常地开心。

Eyes, Smile and Ice Cream

That day, she asked me a really interesting question. She said, "did you know... When did I fall in love with you?" Being a joker that I am, I smiled and replied, "love at first sight?" After answering her, I suffered a minor barrage of slappings from her.

She asked me again, whether if I remember that time when we chatted about our problems on MSN during Christmas season. She said, I've gave her emotional support when she was feeling down.

Ah... I remember now. At that moment, I told her, "you should find a nice loving boyfriend in future - one that will tell you how beautiful your eyes are and how sweet your smile is everyday; one that will buy your favorite ice cream for you everyday."

After saying that, her expression changed - it became gentle and soft; very touching. She suddenly retorted back at me, "do you know how sarcastic you are towards me?" Hearing that, I wondered why and pursued for a reason.

She finally answered me, "because both you and I know, only you would tell me everyday: how beautiful my eyes are; how sweet my smile is, as well as buying ice cream for me everyday..."

After listening to her, I felt a lil' guilty, but I my heart felt extremely happy.

简单的安慰

一个人一生中， 做恶梦时最怕的， 都是关联到失去自己身边某某最心爱或疼爱的东西和人物。

我已经没什么做梦的机会了。 平时生活累得睡觉时差不多不省人事了。 可是时不时都会做恶梦， 一发起来时比平时更恐怖。

相反来说， 发了那种恶梦， 醒了过来之后 - 最大的安慰， 就是看到身边最心爱或疼爱的东西和人物平安无事。

现在对我来说： 做恶梦醒过来， 最大的安慰就是。。。 看到她， 静静的坐在书桌前温习。 就那么简单。

Simple Relief

The scariest thing a person can dream in their lifetime, is mostly related to losing something or someone they treasure or cherrish dearly.

I don't dream much these days anymore. I'm usually so tired I collapse on my best most of the time. Even so, sometimes I'd still have nightmares once in a while, and when I do, they're usually very scary indeed.

On the other hand, waking up from these nightmares - the biggest relief would be to find that the things and people we treasure or cherrish dearly are all safe and sound.

For me: the biggest relief for me when I wake up from nightmares these days is... Seeing her, studying silently at her desk. It's that simple.

三点半的败仗

沒想到， 我的意志力是那么的坚强。 今天， 走到每个街头； 经过每段小巷； 转每个corner， 都会想起她， 可是都会告诉自己 - 不要打扰她温习。

等待巴士对面有一家Greggs。 看到外面排着长龙的人， 人潮挤挤的去买香喷喷火热的pastries - 我有点忍不住， 想买个刚出炉的roast chicken bake与她分享。可是， 我硬着头皮上了巴士。

下午饮茶时间到了， 我到了refectory里买了杯咖啡和个Mars bar. 当我在一面吃巧克力， 一面等待咖啡机准备着香浓的咖啡 - 我又有点认不住， 想随手买多一杯latte和一支Kinder Bueno的巧克力给她享受。可是， 我闭上了眼睛， 转头就走。

直到下午時候， 应为今早运动了三个钟， 而且整天没什么吃东西 - 肚子差点饿坏了。她可不知道。。。 其实我就在你家对面的Subway用了餐。 这时， 很像打个电话问候她： 问她吃了东西没有。。。 想要我打包个foot-long sandwich给她吗？ 我知道她一定会要。。。。 吃了午餐也会要。。。 还会张开双手开心的拥抱我， 迎接我。

在我意志力最脆弱的时候； 当我差点想要认输时： 我接到了call - 朋友说要我替他代班。 就是应为这样， 我要紧牙根， 掉头就走了。

起码， 工作使了我分散注意力。 今晚受到她那SMS： 如果是今天下午三点半受到的话 - 恐怕我已经打了败仗。

Defeat at 3.30pm

I never thought that, I've got such a strong determination. For every road I walk; every street I pass; every corner I turn, I would think of her, but I keep telling myself - I can't disturb her revision.

Opposite where I waited for a bus lies a Greggs shop. Looking at the large crowd of people outside the shop queing up to buy its aromatic hot pastries - I had a slight urge, to buy a freshly baked roast chicken bake to enjoy with you. However, I simple frowned and boarded the bus.

When it was tea time, I went to refectory to grab a cup of coffee and Mars bar. When I'm eating the chocolate bar whilst waiting for the coffee machine to finish vending my coffee - I had another slight urge, to just purchase another cup of latte and a Kinder Bueno chocolate bar for her to enjoy. However, I closed my eyes, turned and left.

When it was late in the afternoon, because I exercised for 3 hours this morning, as well as not having anything much to eat today - I was desperately hungry. She doesn't know that - I actually had my lunch at Subway which is only located opposite her place. At that moment, I really wanted to give her a call to ask her if everything was alright: asking her whether she had something to eat... If she wanted me to take-away a foot-long sandwich for her. I knew, she definately would've wanted it... Even though she had lunch... She would even greet me happily with her arms wide open, embracing me.

Whilst my determination continues to falter; until the verge of admiting defeat: I received a phonecall - my friend need me to work on behalf of him tonight. Because of this, I grinded my teeth together, and just left.

At least, working has devided my attention a lil'. I received an SMS from her tonight: if I'd have received it at 3.30pmthis afternoon - I'm afriad I would have suffered a big defeat.

Friendship

In conjuction with Hui Lynn's post about friendships, I'd like to have my say about this topic too.

She pointed out an interesting fact: friendships (and relationships for the matter of fact) don't blossom because someone decided to save another from a near death experience and so on. I believe more in the spur of the moment. Here are a few examples:

1) My best friend Shaun and I got to know each other when we were in standard 2. How we met? We were both punished - we were forced to stand outside the classroom pulling our ears as a result of fooling around in class too much. We played rock-paper-scissors until lunchtime.

2) Another best mate of mine, Yun Han: we got to know each other in standard 1 after I got sacked as class monitor for accidentally injuring another female student by swinging my water bottle around in class - and he resumed my position.

3) Vicky Low, the most hyper ecstatic friend I've ever had - I knew her minorly because she was a friend of a friend of mine; but majorly because she was the loudest person in the entire hall during the 1st year annual Malaysian society general meeting.

These are but the few examples coming straight out of my head.

Point being, I realise I make friends easier with people who share the same personality with me. In other words - I make friends with people whom have very unique personalities and are very much proud about it with their "I don't care what other's think about me" attitude. I like them to stand out and shine the way they are, just as I do with myself.

My friend Phong Teck for example: although I've only met him the first time when he came down from Edinburgh to Manchester last year, we literally clicked right away - like we were friends for our whole lives. Lillian Chen as well: only met once since this semester and now... We're friends for life. Some people, whom I've known since I was a child - simply couldn't work pass that "hi & bye" stage.

Go figure, I guess.

My 22nd Birthday

My 22nd Birthday was the most memorable birthday ever. Since I've left for UK, I've never really celebrated my brithday properly. Perhaps there were the occasional birthday song and a slice of birthday cake - unfortunately my birthday always lands on examination periods.

Yesterday, I went to Gaucho Grill, an Argentinian restaurant to wine and dine. I was really shy. We were both dressed up so formally, that I jokingly told the receptionist, "I've got a table booked for 2 under Mr. & Mrs. Chong at 7pm." They actually bought it. Perhaps we're mistaken for the youngest looking couple that night. I wore a full black suit with a pinstripe white-collared shirt with a black and blue scarf; whilst she wore (pardon me as I'm not too familiar with the female dressing terminology) a black top with a dark skirt, which was stunningly revealed when she removed her dark outer coat.

[Gaucho Grill Argentinian Restaurant serves the best steaks in Manchester...]

I really appreciated her company. She was having examinations soon yet, she took the effort to buy new clothes, get her flatmates to help her dress up and even had a haircut. I'm most flattered.

We ordered a jar of Syrah/Shiraz red wine, had some bread and butter with olive oil dressing, then went straight to main course. For the main course, we had individually a 400g & 225g beef steak, served with choices of baked & chunky potatoes. As a side order, we had grilled Mediterranean choices of vegetables. For dessert, we shared a rich vanilla ice cream topped with whisky served in a brandy glass. The entire place had an ambient mood and the service was friendly. The food was excellent and the company - very satisfied.

After dinner we went for a quiet walk, which eventually led me back to the restaurant where I worked. Since I knew she loved ice cream, I ordered a full compliment of ice cream platter, which included green tea ice cream, strawberry ice cream, stem ginger ice cream and Turkish delight. These were all washed down by a warm serving of hot green tea.

These would be all the details. Not all I suppose, but only on a need to know basis. Oh yeah, I haven't had the chance to properly introduce her - this is Fion Cheung, my lovely girlfriend. Here's our photograph.

[Fion & I...]

PS: Didn't really take photographs in the restaurant due to weird lighting.

午夜小爱

那天晚上回了家来， 心里有开始想念着她了。 我看了看桌上电脑的screen，发现了她在我煮晚饭给她时， 在MSN留了这一段message：

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Fi: 哈哈哈... 张丛辉在给我煮饭^^

Fi: 如果他煮得不好吃呢... 我今晚一整晚都不会再亲他了...哼哼...

Fi: 现在呢... 我的身上都沾了他的香水味好过份呢~

Fi: 我告诉你啦... 我沒有帮手煮饭的时候呢在房间里也沒有读书^^ 我说我都在想住你, 你信不信？^^

Fi: 我在读你的blog... 你最新的post都沒有人comment... 一定是觉得太肉麻全不理你了^^

Fi: 我想出去看你煮饭^^ 你猜你会不会叫我回房读书或休息呢?

Fi: 今次呢... 是你第一次煮饭给我吃呢... 一定要纪念一下!! 怎样记念好呢? 就给你吻一个如何??^^

Fi: 我怎么还沒做你就煮好了>.< 我... 那个吻... 算了吧.......
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

看了， 我的心即刻溶化了。

Midnight Love

That night, when I arrived home, I began to miss her dearly. I glanced at laptop screen on my table and realised - she left me a short MSN message while I was cooking dinner for her:

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Fi: Hahaha... Chong Chung Fui is cooking for me ^^

Fi: If his food is not delicious... I won't kiss him tonight again... Hehe...

Fi: Right now... My body is stained full of the smell of his perfume, outrageous~

Fi: Let me tell you lar... Even though I din't help you to cook and stayed in the room, I din't revise ^^ I'm saying that I'm thinking about you, do you believe me? ^^

Fi: I'm reading your blog... Nobody comments on your most recent post... Must be because it's too cheesy hence nobody bothers anymore ^^

Fi: I want to go out and watch you cook ^^ Try guessing, whether if you would tell me to go back into my room to study or rest?

Fi: Today... Is the first time you're cooking for me... Must make it memorable!! How to make it memorable? How about a kiss? ^^

Fi: How come I haven't started, you've already finished cooking >.< I... This kiss... forget it then.......

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

After reading it, my heart simply melted.

很期待着

今晚， 我会和我同餐馆工作的朋友，提早庆祝我的二十二睡生日。 应该我请他们吃饭呢， 还是她们请我吃饭呢？

今晚， 也是我工作升级职位了以后， 第一次： 管理整个厨房的权力就交了在我手里。 压力有点大， 不过我会尽力而为， 不会让对我有期望的人失望。

讲起我生日： 我约了她星期二， 一起庆祝我生日。 说真的， 从此以来， 我没有个女朋友陪伴过我， 一起过生日或情人节， 不知道这种感觉大概是怎么样的呢？很快， 我看我就能知道了。

对了， 我千万不可忘记工作前， 到市中心的 Gaucho Grill Argentinian Restaurant 订好两人桌。 非常的兴奋啊！

Anticipating

Tonight, I would celebrate my 22nd birthday in advance, with my fellow workmates from the restaurant. I'm wondering: should I buy them dinner? Or should they be buying me dinner instead?

Tonight, is also the first time after my promotion: I'll be haing full authority over every single minor detail in the kitchen. I'm rather pressured, but I will always try my best, to not disappoint anyone with their high expectations of me.

Speaking of my birthday: I've asked her out to dinner on this coming Tuesday, to celebrate my birthday together. Truthfully speaking, never have I ever celebrated my birthday or even Valentine's Day with any of my girlfriends. I wonder how does it actually feel like? I guess I'm about to find out very soon.

Oh yeah, I must not forget to do this before work: remember to go to town and make a table-for-2 reseration at the Gaucho Grill Argentinian Restaurant. I'm so excited!

少少病了

我的喉咙开始有点痒﹐ 时不时也会干咳。

眼睛经常会累﹐ 会无缘无故掉眼泪。

鼻子也开始有点阻塞， 有时会流鼻涕。

我可能被你传染到了。。。

可是想回今晚。。。 你和我在一起﹐ 真的很值得。

A Lil' Ill

My throat started to itch abit, and would dry cough from time to time.

My eyes would occasionally feel tired, and would tear for no reason.

My nose is also a lil' blocked, and would somtimes run.

I think I've caught it from you.

However, when I look back at tonight... When you're together with me, it is very much worth it.

浪漫书本 (你知道吗？)

有很多东西， 我都没机会真正告诉你。

当你在图书馆埋头苦读时： 坐在旁边的我， 时不时都会偷偷地偷看着你那温柔的表情， 你知道吗？

当你累时把眼睛关上， 躺在闷闷的书本上时： 站在书橱们之间的我， 是多么的想摸摸你光滑的头发安慰你， 你知道吗？

当你把那超大杯的热咖啡放靠近你的嘴唇时：在热烟里摸索着的我，是多么的想知道到底碰到你嘴唇的咖啡到底是怎样的感觉， 你知道吗？

当你和我静静的享受着美味的三文治时： 在香味之中旋转的我，是多么的想伸手摸干净你嘴边的面包碎， 你知道吗？

我今晚下定了决心， 虽然我黑眼圈非常的深， 眼神不比平时那么有劲 - 可是， 今晚。。。 我一定要把藏在我心中了两年多的感觉和话， 全部一心一意地表达和告诉你， 希望你能接受我这一番心意。

Romantic Books (Did You Know?)

There are alot of things, I never really did have the chance to tell you.

When you're in the library studying your heart out: I'm sitting beside you, stealing occasional glances at your soft face expressions... Did you know?

When you're tired and you close your eyes, lying down on those pile of boring books: I'm hiding amongst the aisle of books, having the urge to caress your bright and smooth hair to console you... Did you know?

When you lift that huge cup of hot coffee close to your lips: I'm wandering within the rising smoke, wondering how does it feel to be the coffee that touches your lips... Did you know?

When you and I queitly enjoy a delicious sandwich: I'm lost in the sweet fragrance, dying to reach my hands out and help you wipe the lingering breadcrumbs away from beside your mouth... Did you know?

Tonight, I've made up my mind. Although my eye bags are dark and my eyes are not as intense as usual - but, tonight... I must reveal the feelings and words that have been hidden within my heart for more than 2 years , with all my heart, and hope that you will accept the sincerity that I hold for you.

We Will Kick Your Ass

As the title suggests - we really can, and here's the proof:


Mind you, this was taken 6 years ago. Now your dealing with a 6 feet and growing exercise freak (brother Sheng), a muscular macho warrior (brother Fui) and a fiesty feline cat (sister Min).

Sorry? Did I hear you say something? *Cracking knuckles and necks*

PS: Scanned photograph courtesey of my brother.

一月一日

为何最浪漫的故事， 都是发生在雨中呢？ 昨晚 - 我终于明白了。

一月一日， 没巴士。 两人一面走一面谈， 忽然天下起了细细的雨水。 她把雨伞打开， 俩人不好意思的走靠近点， 躲在那小小的雨伞避雨。

我忽然很自动地： 左手伸了过去帮她拿雨伞﹔ 右手抱着她的腰子。 当时， 她又害羞又尴尬， 紧张到轻轻的拍打我右手。 看来她真的很不好意思吧， 脸都红肿了。看到她这样， 我自己也紧张了起来， 心里加速不停的跳。

昨晚我终于发现了“毛毛细雨， 雨中开伞﹔ 雨中 伞下﹐ 感情十足”的秘诀了。

1st of January

Why are all the romantic stories set in the rain? Last night, I finally understood.

1st of January, there are no buses. Two of us just walked and talked when the rain started to pour. She opened her umbrella and both of us awkwardly walked closer together, hiding underneath the small umbrella from the rain.

It was just an impulse I had: my left hand reached for the umbrella she was holding; my right hand stretched over and hugged her waist. At that moment, she was shy and embarrassed, nervously she softly slapped my right hand. It seems she's really awkward, even her face has turned bright red. Seeing her like this, I became nervous myself, which makes my heart race non stop.

Last night, I finally realised the saying of "under the drizzle, an umbrella opens; under the umbrella, our hearts open".