一份感动

For the past two days, my msn messenger nick has been paul 一份感动.

So last night, Anton (my friend) asked me:
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Anton - Who Can Grasp Your Infinite Wisdom? Who Can Fathom the Depths of Your Love? You Are Beautiful Beyond Description. says:

wat does ur nick say?

paul 一份感动 says:

yi fen gan dong

paul 一份感动 says:

it means.. i'm moved

paul 一份感动 says:

literal traslantion "a moment of feeling touched"

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I guess the translation isn't so exact (such is the beauty of the chinese language), but it was the best I could come up at that very minute. Such moments, are the very boosters that keep me immune to the drudgery of life.

When I came home on Tuesday after a day of teaching and popping panadols, to my surprise, I found this sitting nervously inside my letterbox.



It's a postcard from a person, someone I've known since I was 13.

For many years, I"ve always been the one sending postcards. In every city that I went to, I never failed to send at least a postcard. Even in Lithuania, when I had only $10 SGD to survive on for the entire day, I parted with a bit of money to send ziyang a postcard. I very much wanted him to be part of my travels, to experience just a teeny bit of everything I was seeing, everything I was feeling.. even if its through a small postcard. Often, I imagined how nice it must to come home after a whole day of work to pick up some love from the mailbox.

But I finally know how it feels to receive a postcard when you least expect. I just didn't think it would be so powerful.

If you are reading this - I just wanna say I miss you.
Though you are on msn really often, but somehow if I had a choice, I wish you were here in my apartment, frying pancakes and discussing about buying the farm. We could sing "Fool on the Hill" and stone for hours, or maybe bitch about rents, budgets, and why you still do not have a girlfriend.

Wouldn't that be nice?

But you must pursue your own dreams. You must.
Because you are irritating and always provoke me to curse. Go get rich and buy me a Steinway, will you?