Cinderella Story

In one way or another, we are shaped by the things we read. These are stuff that permeate your inner life and become part of what you believe. There are two books about a story of young girls that I love the most (so far) one is Anne Frank and the other one is about Adeline Mah… Chinese Cinderella.

When we think of difficulties, sometimes we tend to forget others are suffering way beyond what we could imagine. And we become selfish. Adeline Mah in her her story would give out her thoughts about her life and why I believe some of us are lucky to have this life that we could have missed and could have other life and entirely different future.

“How could everything remain so much the same when the person no longer with us?” - her grandparent died, the only person who believed and truly cared for her.

“I’ll just have to find my own way” - faced with difficulty

“Though I am really nothing, you make me believe I am special” - thoughts on her grandparent

“It thrilled me to be able to escape the horrors of my daily life in such a simple way” - away from others

“By wanting to have the things both ways and straddling the fence, was he aware that each compromise would chip away his integrity” - about her elder brother whom she thought would fight for her

“Don’t start without me” - nice moments with brothers and sister

“She is going to be different” - as told by grandparent

“You must never forget to dream. Try to do your best at all times. You have something priceless inside you which must not be wasted. I’ve always known that. You must prove them wrong” - as told by grandparent

“You have defied the odds and garnered triumph through your own efforts. Your future is limitless and I shall always be proud of you” - nana

Frog, Prince and Kiss

Lost in confusion. I didnt realize that it could end up just as simple as you would have read the message of this blog.

It started out when we met. We didn’t really see sparks flying up in the sky. Just that. We never really talk. We never trade secrets. Never friends.

But one day, fate decided to play trick on us. We were stuck in each others company. We play the part of people in the screen that matches the role we love and the role we could not have.

I saw it, as a hopeless romantic would have, as a magic moment of the day where life begins to reveal the madness of love.

I remember. We reverted back to our different lives. You played the part. I stayed the part. I waited.

I changed. I acted what may seem foolish to others. You acted which is less visible to others.

It leaves no permanent mark. No love, nothing.

People who believe in magic moment are lost in confusion. There’s nothing more to it than that. In fairy tales, the princesses kiss the frogs, the frogs became princes. In real life, the princesses kiss the princes, and the princesses turn into frogs.

(Italized, quoted by Paulo Coelho)