Friends? Friends are…

Friends? Friends.
Friends are those who left us, and stay with us with ourselves together forever.
Friends are who those can really reflect yourself and let you know who you really are.
These three friends, are with me in Swire PRC MT Circle. We all write.


My Anna Chen:

(A girl from Shenzhen, who jumps all around and talks non-stop in public, who almost accidentially took my first kiss in Club No. 9 and I confirmed I definitley not a les, while she has a calm heart and deep soul inside. Quoted by Sherman, “Like an opera in Broadway, crowded in surface but profound behind the scene. You have to appreciate by heart.” )

We all suddenly realized what had happened when someone has left us so long, and then we started to panic, to breathe fast, to feel the pain we couldn't resist of. Countless arrangements should have been made before we met everyone else by our fate, then how can the movement of farewell become that easy and lively? Can we really “Not even taking away a piece of cloud”?

Then we started to recall and introspected what we had said and done, and realized how careless, arrogant and unconscious we were. And the tolerance, understanding,, patience and assistance we always hided, were carelessly ignored as well. No matter who accompany with us, we all repeat this mistake.

My Sherman Liu:
(A collegue, friend, brother who I met in a sudden, and left in a sudden. Our path cross was that short and peaceful but full of sparkles of thoughts for life, dreams and work. A guy who can use the formulas of Physics and Automatics to explain life while I used my Psycholinguistics and Sociolinguistics, a guy I will miss forever no matter where he goes and flies. )

In fact, everyone is an invader of another in the space of life. It is like clicking into one’s blog, you read and appreciate and comment, however one day you cannot find the website anymore, or say, you lost your invader, time stops at the last time you meet. Friends, families, lovers, even enemies and those who you hate are all the same. You like him/her, love him/her, or dislike and hate him/her, you can never avoid the leave. You will be accustomed to it as time goes by, you will finally understand that “thousands of people you meet, in thousands of year, in the infinite wilderness of time, no sooner or later, you happen to be on time having nothing to say but only asking: Oh, are you here too?” is not pretending to be restrained, but the blandness you own after having experienced too many separations and gatherings; you will also understand that we are all like the leaves in the river, the groom and sorrow in “quietly I am leaving, just like quietly I was arriving; I wave goodbye, not even taking away a piece of cloud.”


My Gretchen Yuen:

(A girl I will marry if I were a guy. The girl living downstairs, beautiful, peaceful and confident, the girl who always told me I am good and nice and beautiful and clever and taught me to love and appreciate myself. I used to listen to her piano in my own room and smile on my bed sleeping, and wondered how she could bear with my dancing and singing in mid-night trampling my floor-her ceiling. )


I am accustomed to definite “FRIEND” as those whose paths cross with us in some certain time and space. This thought made me feel lost while saying farewell, because it means not seeing again. We are all young and energetic, our hearts travel a thousand mile even before our take our steps.

If one day I leave this city, there won’t be any farewell party, won’t be seeing-off in the airport with tears, because I have very few friends who I really care, and they are all on the road, like me.



My Me Gloria Xiao:

(I don’t know who I am. With my little talent of language and appreciation of arts, I can change my facial expressions and voices within seconds. I am noisy and crazy while singing and dancing, I am silent while writing and jogging alone. But they are all me. Changeable, but all real without masks. I need a whole life to learn myself while seeing others. )

We haven’t experienced our parents’ time of turbulence and become tough and strong. We all become glass in such a delicate city. Even some of us are intensified; we are still doubting our capacity of smash endurance. We are not able to guess the true distance by the layers of transparencies between us.

We are all lacking of security, in a safe, convenient and developed city of glass.

We have time to be lonely, have time to mourn our loneliness, but have no courage to break mutual loneliness, although we all know we need to deep inside. I called on the cell that day but you couldn’t make it, I walked along the sea wall quietly at night.

Were my emotions with me at that moment?

You need to be 200% proactive in this city even offering others help, but never expect rewards, or you will be disappointed. And I feel extremely tired in my 2nd year here. My loneliness and helplessness reach the climax in the drizzle these days.

We are all selfish animals. More and more I feel the truth of this. Most of times we won’t admit, because it is so frank and real, just like we clearly know what a naked body look like, while getting dress on by instinct to leave some space for fantasy.

We live to experience achievement and happiness of satisfaction. Anything not related to ourselves, study, work, life, etc., are not our treasure. My view on “Friends should be selfless, help asks for no reward” exists just for experiencing my happiness and satisfaction. But in this process of self-satisfaction, I can satisfy others at the same time, why I wouldn’t do it?

I am not accustomed to not saying thank-you while being helped; I am just too shy to say it. It is like you can laugh, cry, fight, quarrel with your friends at ease while you feel uncomfortable and nervous trying to get closer to someone you really wanna get close.

I do hope that my friends feel the same while I offer my help. I do hope my spring just began and unfrozen my heart.

Sometimes I don’t even say farewell, simply because I do hope, those I like, I worship, I love, will never ever leave my heart and stay the ME inside.