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.Monday, January 2, 2017 ' 9:37 PM Y
& I'm waiting

Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass...

it's about learning to dance in the rain.


But not everyone is able to master dancing in the rain. Some of us… just hate the rain. We hate the storms in our lives; they make us wet, cold, sad, lonely… And though some of us learn to bring an umbrella out the next time, the others just wallow in sadness, dragging their feet in the rain.

But you can reach out to others to borrow an umbrella. Or perhaps one day, someone would appear suddenly and shelter you, be it with his umbrella or body. Because no man is an island, we rely on each other. Your friends rely on you, and in return, they probably would like to hold an umbrella for you too. But if you hide and refuse to let them know that your sky is pouring, if you don’t allow them to get under your rainy grey clouds, they would never be able to help.

In life, there are some storms that cannot be avoided, and everyone experiences storms in different periods of their lives. What is important is that you have the strength and courage to seek for the time that the storm will pass. You try to learn to get an umbrella or to borrow one, perhaps even to dance through part of the storm.

And one day, you will feel the warmth of the sunrays heating up your skin a step before you finally return to your warm and cozy home. You will look up at the sun, shielding your eyes partly from the bright rays with your hand and say,

"Ah, the storm is over."



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Luping is a lost child that has been seeking for her career direction since the first time someone asked her "What would you like to be when you grow up?", when she was still too tiny to reach the basin in her house. Despite reading books like What Should I Do with My Life: The True Story of People Who Answered the Ultimate Question by Po Bronson, she had been searching like a headless housefly (literally translated from 无头苍蝇) past graduation when she actually probably needed to find a job. Eventually, she found a job and a... direction.

For those who know Luping personally, she loves plushies/soft toys and is prepared to go on war with anyone who gets their hands on her babies. Her babies are personified with voices of hers and her Mummy's, and both of them enjoy framing the babies for things they obviously cannot do. When her Mummy suggested that if one day, the babies actually speak up, “那应该会吓死” (it would probably frighten one to death), she responded that she will instead “开心死” (be happy till death) if xiaofenhong (our cute, hot pink, flat bunny) replies her. That is the extent of her loneliness love for her babies.

And for those who know Luping as Amethyst, she is a rather huge fangirl of the Korean boy band, Super Junior. So much that she learnt (and is still learning - 반가워요!) Korean in hope of understanding what they say without subtitles and avoiding the losses in translation. She has been a fanfic writer for two years and counting, which sparked off her interest in writing and thus, this blog to practise writing so that one day, she might have the courage to apply for a (content) writer position or send in a manuscript to a publisher.

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