Believe in the story or not, there are some truths in this, differences in language, culture, colour, creed, faith. All bring sadness and separation for what should be the human race. But to me, having had the chance to pick and choose, look at all the similarities and differences, I've come to embrace my differences within each space and display them like a peacock fanning its tail feathers for the show.
What started off as a disagreement as part of a conversation has turned into agreeing something over a cup of bad starbucks cappuccino. The only people that can keep a language alive is the people that care most about it, the people that speak it.
We stayed up till 4 in the morning, we listened to as many records I thought she would like. She asked me if we could hear the Bright Eyes song again. I obliged and I asked her if she preferred apples or pears.
She replied to me 'apples of course'.
musik
- Times are a changin'- Bob Dylan
- I Will Posessess Your Heart- Death Cab For Cutie
- First Day of My Life- Bright Eyes
- Watchmen
- Ashes of Time
- Street Fighter IV
- cups of tea made by my mum,
- spending ages trying to set up computers and then for them to finally work,
- a taxi driver that doesn't like football, how refreshing,
- being able to see match of the day even with the three stooges on there,
- Baker turning to me and saying 'you've found your niche'
- my two sisters, Chan for being my lil one and YY for being my older one,
- being shocked about information about people I know,
- surround sound system, so nice and loud and surrounding me,
- Susu making me chicken soup and staying up til the break of dawn.
1 comment:
>a taxi driver that doesn't like >football, how refreshing
I only wished that my past work place in Germany doesn't have that many people so uninterested in football.
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