The word "game", and the action of "to game" has since adopted a new perspective than its predecessor. On the electronic platform, one would required a susceptible amount of literacy before one can set voyage into the world of the pixels, similar to reading. People of the poorly developed country do not have much contact with gaming on the electronic level. Thus beyond this point in time, "to game" by holding the controllers as your mind wonder in the world of console is utterly a bliss given by the ability to read.

Many pressed onward to the path of marriage simply by the sight of the sparks created in between the two of whom they thought they are meant for each other, without stopping to speculate the birth of the flame. One of the two then barge outwards of the house and tore down the wooden door, seeing that the fire did not started and the door is compensated by the man in the terms of a fee of alimony.

Instead, let the sparks start the flame. Take a step backwards and let the blaze brings the pile of imperishable romance burn into the spirits of harmony, for most are afraid to see the pile of dark ashes end up for what they have earned so hard for. However, it is those red ember that harbours the most important kind of kinship that transformed itself from the mere kisses in the night into the simple, sweet bonding that in turns holds one another in knots in the due future where the couple are filled around in the embrace of their offspring and grandchildren with a head of silver.

Many do not see thus far.

看见身旁的一对父女女儿一拐一拐的提出幼步爸爸慢条斯理地随着她的脚步慢行，我试想：或许有一天我当上人父，会不会也因为为了陪同随和着孩子短乏的步伐而慢下了自己人生的脚步呢？

在梦幻的境地渴望着阳光的关怀

These few days will always be the two years I will be having.

Having to serve the nation, I ponder if I will ever lose my ability to pen down my thoughts. I have heard of people, saying that the ability to write is always inside the individual. For now, all I fear is for my writing to be frozen and locked up within itself, but I shall keep practicing to spam those letters even if it means nothing to warm myself up.

But wouldn't that become a burden, and a joy no more? I should write and enjoy myself, like how people find themselves amazed that by holding a cigarette without lighting it can simulate themselves having a puff.

Things that are not seen by the eyes should therefore be:

Felt by the hand
tapped by the fingertips

and touched by none other than my heart

"You know I had a lot of things I wanted to do… I want to be a teacher…I also want to be an astronaut…and also have my own cake shop. I wish I could live life five times over…Then I’d be born in five different places, and I’d stuff myself with different food from around the world…I’d live five different lives with five different occupations…and then, for those five lives…I’d fall in love with the same person…”

While compassionate sex is amazing, I would rather lie in bed and place my palm on her head and trace her slickly hair slowly all over with my fingers, with her resting on my chest, looking at my neck thinking "What's this warm and fuzzy feeling?"