5th March 2007
Monday
The plant will grow where the fruit falls.

We are all born into families that we cannot choose. Be it rich families, poor families, broken families, big families, or small families. We never had any right to choose which family we were going to be in. Some people might be deemed "luckier" than others because they were born with a silver spoon in their mouths. While some have to go through a rough time in a problematic family. But since we are all here already, we might as well make the best out of it.






I walk the streets everyday with a mask.
A mask that portrays my identity falsely.
A mask that acts as a defence for my pride.
A mask that kills my confidence.
A mask that acts as a barrier between me and the world.
A mask that tells everyone I'm fine when I'm obviously not.




But who really knows the face behind the mask?
被遗失的我，再也找不到自己。