A kindergarten student like me always wanted to play,at my house,at the neighbor’s house,at my room,in the bathroom,with
my sister,with my classmates.Had a fight,with my sister,then with...nooooo,only with my sister.I suddenly moved on,and now i’m already in the first grade for private grade school.The style i donned was quiet,shy and had no friend but they who admired my intelligence by grabbed the chair right next to me to sit on it when there is daily examination.I can imagined it in my head,no need diary to keep it,it was as fresh as a cold softdrink.I know how i learned so wonderfully,at the classroom,at the break time,in the living room after schooltime,read my note during watching TV,woke up in 3AM regularly to read again the note. Intermediate school...we chased boys,not by direct way,usually by letter or from long distance.I had all those experiences in my diary,some had been memorized in this head,of how cruel or how sweet to be a girl in 14-year-old habits.We called a male lodging and befriended with male lodgers....etc,shamed,mischievous,tricky,because we were afraid to face them face to face and just dare by the phone line.We,me and the other two girls,intimate companions.I remembered how moving at the airport to meet an idol and humorous stories accompanied us till we could got in to the show room without pay,and many stories behind that.I wish someday ,and someway,someone required to adapt this into a movie.A Hollywood movie.Am i kidding? Been in highschool looked like a
perfect place to perceive new things,for since that day i felt like a new person crawled into a teenager’s body.Started in to fall in love,thought this love would be an eternal love flame,like other girls thinks.But finally i know that feeling is not the only reason.Love is not about how you feel or what you see physically.Love is universal.Love is not just expectancy,it is about the rocky roadway to be overcome to endure together and forever.And it’s about how sweet its flavor when absorbed it into your tongue. Some stayed in the comfort zone and lived in the deadlock.Some felt had enough in affection and material ,till is being confused by the people who must quarrel to get more inheritance,more status,moreeee in high position.In all of a sudden, we are 20s to 30s...or 50s.Some realized they are late to marry,some regretted without can change their way of life.Some too old to reach their aspiration and inherit that dream as an obligation to their kids.Everything is
changed. We changed,must we changed,but ... to be the better one. Jesus’s love never changed,He’s always with His loving arm which means ‘I always there when you need me.’ He doesn’t have to change,He can not be more perfect than He is.Because He’s already perfect.