°•♥•° ... Nini's wonderland ... °•♥•°

London, the winter seems never ending... ... 

A season has passed by but it's never late to remind myself a moment worth remembering...

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We sat opposite to the glittering christams tree...

 

The sky seemed high but the wind didn't feel cold...

 

The conversation, the unspoken thoughts...

 

Wasn't this a moment I've yield for?

 

There's so much more to life then the disappointed love ...

 

-Dec 2007-

日子居然可以这样过... 

 

 

 

Turning 22 tomorrow!

 

 

 

Today is July 26th - a very special date for me and it is not to be forgotten.

 

 

Lust, that state commonly known as 'being in love', is a kind of madness. It is a distortion of reality so remarkable that it should, by rights, enable most of us to understand the other forms of lunacy with the sympathy of fellow-sufferers.And yet as we all know, it is a madness that, however ferocious, seldom, if ever, lasts. Nor, contrary to the popular teaching on the subject, does lust usually give way to a 'deeper and more meaningful love'. There are exceptions of course. Some spouses 'love forever. But, as a rule, if the couple is truly well matched, it gives way to a warm and interdependent friendship enriched with physical attraction. Should they be ill-assorted it simply fades into boredom or , if they have the misfortune to be married in the interim, dull hatred. But, paradoxically, mad and suffering as one is in the heat of the flame, few of us are glad as we feel passion slip away. How many of us, remeeting objects of desire who once burned a scar through seasons and even years, whose voices on the telephone could start up flights of butterflies, whose slightest expression could set off a peal of tremulous sexual bells in our vitals, search our inner selves in vain for the least attraction to the face before us? How many of us, having cried bitter, rancid tears over a failed love, are actually disappointed when we discover, seeing the adored one again, that all trace of their powerover us is gone? How often one has resisted the freedom-giving knowledge that they have actually begun to irritate us as that seems like the worst kind of disloyalty to our own dreams.