Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.

The most wonderful of all things in life is the discovery of another human being with whom one's relationship has a growing depth, beauty and joy as the years increase. This inner progressiveness of love between two human beings is a most marvelous thing; it cannot be found by looking for it or by passionately wishing for it. It is a sort of divine accident, and the most wonderful of all things in life.

"She walks in Beauty, like the night
Of cloudness climes and starry skies,
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes..."

Yunnlin° Sophie.♂

Apple Bee's May 14 2009

me and my mommy~





reached home ~ cheeess >< i look weird in this picture... haha

May 1 2009 , dance practice + on my way back home

Dance Dance Dance !!! Dance my day out!!!!!





On the way home, love my neighborhood <3 br="br">





The talent for being happy is appreciating and liking what you have, instead of what you don’t have.Life is an art we are required to practice without preparation, a score that we play at sight even before we have mastered our instruments.