Nostalgia: Supermarket Obsession

Life is getting routine again. It is when life gets routine, that we forgot how life is a wonderful, mysterious, appreciable thing, right? Everyday, we do the same chores, eat the same stuff, tell the same stories, do the same act, until suddenly a moment you start asking yourself the same question again. What are you doing alive? Why are you living? Then you start thinking about this unsolvable question again. The same thing happen that you cannot actually answer it. And you lead your life like nothing happens. What is strange about life is that it must be memories that gives you inspiration, that makes you appreciate life. At least for me it is the case. I wish I could remember more clearly, the day I was in MCS, I wish to remember more, the day I had my first dog, I want to remember more about my parents, I want to remember more the day I was held in your arms. I want to remember the moment I became your pride. I want to remember the moments we had fun. Bits by bits it came back to me when I started to think about the past. I remember the poem from my dad "I couldn't remember less", and I wonder how he could remember so clearly. That's the difference between us. As a child I took everything for granted and didn't pay any attention to any of these. But him, to him I am a huge part of his life. When can I enter this stage in life that I could care truly about one person so much as I cared about myself? For 18 years, how many times I have used the word "I". Maybe what I feel isn't that important after all. Maybe living itself isn't that important after all. It is the influences and changes it brought that is miraculous. Now I think about my past, although it is all routine and boring, I did make some changes. And people also changed me. I experienced a thousand of emotions, and I understand more of the things I didn't before. I am really blissed that I can enjoy my life fully. That I can eat, sleep, hear, see, walk, run, study, everything I do in my life, not everyone can do it. No matter how trivial they are, they are still my life.
I am thrilled that you have mailed the package to me. Because no matter how trivial the thing is inside, it became my support. It is the only connection, it seems to me, between you and me. Between my home and DC. I imagined when I look at the package, I will see how you shopped in the super market, how you pushed the trolley, how you look at the prices, how you laughed, how you put the things in the car, and go home. All these remind me of life in HK. I love going to the supermarket a lot. Because it represents my family. How we walked, aisle after aisle. How stupid am I to like supermarkets. Isn't that strange for a teenage girl?

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I Can' t Remember Less

*A Poem Dedicated To Me*
I can't remember less, you made me feel so contented when I first saw you.
I can't remember less, your smile was so sweet and you laughed so loudly.
I can't remember less, you drove me tired and crazy when you asked for too much playtime.
I can't remember less, you rejected to sleep even when a thousand stories were told.
I can't remember less, you always jumped into me when I came home with an exhausted body.
I can't remember how you suddenly grew up so quickly, and flew to a place a thousand miles away.
I can't remember how the little princess became so capable and mature.
I can always remember the way I think of you, um......holding you so tight and feeling so peace and warm.

Metaphor of life:) - My speeach

Have you ever been so into a story that for one minute you think yourself is the main character and all the things that are happening in the story is happening to you? Have you ever feel like traveling on a journey with the characters when reading the book? When I am living my life everyday, I felt like I am writing my own book. Every new day is just like adding pages to my book. Every page is a story of my life. When asked to introduce myself with an object, I thought of a book immediately. How a book can relate to me, you may ask. You will guess maybe I love literature. Then you are only half right. There are many other reasons a book can represent me.
A book has a plot or storyline, which is made up of an introduction, rising action, climax, falling action, and ending. My life also follows a similar structure in a way that I was born, and then experienced my childhood and school life, where there were ups and downs. My climax would be when both my career and marriage is successful. Finally, I will experience death.
When you look at the book, you will see it is made up of a cover and content. A reader can be either be attracted by the cover or simply hated it. However, the thing that matters more is always the content. For the same reason, I value a person’s personality and inner beauty more than his/her appearance. When I choose my friends, I will find someone caring rather than beautiful. On the other hand, I emphasize on my personality and characters, and how to improve them, more than on my appearance.
There are different themes in a book: family, love, fate. And there is always a theme that will stand out. In my life, the theme that stands out most is my family. I am an only child and this maybe is the reason I attach to my parents quite a lot. Family is a very important aspect in my life. It is the major support I got when I faced obstacles. My parents are very close to me, practically like my friends and I tell them everything. As they only have me as a daughter, they also give me everything they could possible give.
I always dream of writing and publishing my own book when I was young, where I can share my experiences with others. Everyday, I am trying to live a meaningful life in order to create interesting stories of my own. I hope one day I can put all these pages together, and finally my life will be as complete as a book.

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