Up in the Air

Have you ever let something hang in the air, in between, not spoken, but understood?

Sometimes, I wish I could have just break the unspoken, but I guess, it's for the best.

It's for the best to remain.

Unspoken.

Forever.

French Breakfast

Taken with iPhone and edited on photography apps

Woke up 6.40am this morning to cook breakfast.

Incredible isn't it? I woke up much earlier than I normally do on weekdays. And what I did? Just making breakfast, and enjoyed it together with the Man. And when he set off to work, I turned on the laptop that had been in rest for a few days and started surfing as usual.

It's wonderful sometimes, to wake up early, having some extra time that I don't usually have.

Now, I'll just be waiting for my laundry, listening to Adele in Royal Albert Hall. Maybe, some yoga practice later.

Have a nice weekend ahead peeps!

Oh, by the way, it's really kinda French breakfast that I cooked. It's not a typical French breakfast the French will have. (At least not what I observed when I traveled to France) I named it French breakfast because, I learned the omelet from "French Food at Home", the toasts were French baguette. And the toasts were supposed to go along with the canned food that I bought from France last October :)

Emptiness

I have not been turning on my laptop for a few days, I guess it was two or three days. And I came home every night, disciplined myself to shower. Then, I sunk myself into the beanbag, picked up Lone Wolf to read.

Jodi Picoult is the only author that hasn't failed to make me cry in her every single book. Mind you, every single one. I remember reading Songs of Humpback Whale on my way to the States, crying through most of the part that made the guy beside me looking at me curiously most of the time. (I tend to cry even more easily on the plane. Why is that so?) Then, to make the matter worse, I read Sing You Home on my way back to Singapore for the same trip.

Currently, she is the only author I don't miss any single of her new release. Of course, my sister too. We're suckers for her book!

I hate it when I finished her books. I wish I have something that is as good as her books to read on. But it's hard to come by. Sometimes I wish to read her book slowly, so that the feeling of "emptiness" doesn't come so soon. But somehow, I just continue flipping through the pages. And sometimes didn't even realize it was already past midnight.

Today, I decided I should go to Kinokuniya to look for something good. It's just been one morning without a good book, and I've already felt empty.

延续生命

朋友生了一个女孩，今天中午收到她的短讯，那个小小的女婴包在厚厚的被里。我不怎么会看婴儿，总是看不出像爸爸还是像妈妈。别人说什么，就什么吧。是替她开心的，两母女健健康康，安安全全就是好事。

为什么要生小孩？为什么要组织家庭？其实，至今是我摸不着头脑的问题。或许你认为我出生在幸福家庭，应该对拥有一个家庭挺向往的，可是却偏偏不。我不过介于不排除，也不特别向往。坐在墙上。

以前我天真地认为大家大体上也是如此，原来不。有些朋友，真的很想要有自己的孩子。也有很抗拒的。

如果我有个孩子，她一定是女孩。我要把我的多愁善感，我的欢笑，我的眼泪，交给她。爱笑的人，也很爱哭。哭笑都是感情的一种抒发，我一点都不反对。她要爱旅行，我要叫她爱上雪山，我要叫她在旅途认识更多有趣的人。她最好是个摄影师，是个作家，抑或是画家。充满热忱的那种。

其实，生孩子是不是为了延续生命？ 我还是摸不着头脑。

杂想

终于回到家了。

家里一切还是一样，还是一样一尘不染，还是一样舒服。永远不会肚子饿，也永远不想离开。妈妈真的持家有道。

近来忙得很，没有好好把思绪整理，更甭想把他们写下，结果，一团糟。

朋友要宴请，我问她，你会不会请A君、B君、C君⋯⋯都是多年不见，失去联络多时的朋友。但是，都是曾经的好朋友。答案往往是不知道。其实，也不过想借机会知道，到时候的我，又该怎么办。

曾经，我定下的“条规”是如此，一年或更久不见面不联络的朋友，就不用请了。不过，更深一层地想，这个定下的条规一点都行不通。好像，太不近人情了⋯⋯以我们的生活步伐，其实，好多朋友，都是一年或以上都不联络的。

后来，我定下了所谓“更理想的条规”。列下一个宴请名单，每个名字，都想一想这个问题。

“如果，‘大吉利是’某某君有天离开人世，你会如何？”
A非常惋惜
B伤心，后悔当初没有更常联络
C非常伤心，大哭一场，恨他为什么就这样离开⋯⋯

如果你选C，我看这位朋友，你还是请吧。（当然，有更多不同的反应，不过是举个例子，请自己衡量）

有些人，即使你不联络，可能三年、五年，你永远关心他。从别人的口中得知他的消息，你还是为他开心，衷心祝福他。这种朋友是缘分吧，或许见面的时间不多，但是，有些人有些事，并不用时间来衡量。

我没有名单，可是我知道，我有这样的一些朋友的存在。

你呢？