tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65761072048681784022011-07-31T13:38:29.439+10:00camellia and teahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02406311940173744368noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6576107204868178402.post-73410494375012382652009-11-23T23:06:00.003+11:002009-11-23T23:22:45.514+11:00<span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"><strong>18 th November 2009</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-size:78%;">7.00 pm </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:78%;">Jetstar Airbus</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:78%;">Waiting for the plane taking off</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:78%;">Looking through the window</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:78%;">... ...</span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">T</span></strong>his</span> is my fifth time of seating on the Jetstar plane at Sunshine Coast airport, and ready to fly back to Sydney.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">My feeling is complex.</span><span style="font-family:georgia;">I can't wait to return to the reality, but I also cry in my heart for missing the special and great love I've ever met.</span><br /><br />I did not wash my hair before I leave. This is not usual. Accidently, I bring the smell of his everything back to Sydney.<br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"> ----------------------------------</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:180%;">M</span>any people think the moment of leaving at airport is one of the sadest time in the life. I feel, however, it is a beautiful and valuable moment because you can learn about yourself and discover the feelings hidden at the cornor of the deeptest place in your heart. </span><br /><br />This time, my mind is inspired and my heart is touched again by the moment of farewell.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6576107204868178402-7341049437501238265?l=camelliaandtea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>camellia and teahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02406311940173744368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6576107204868178402.post-69489973393592413272009-10-27T14:28:00.001+11:002009-10-27T15:18:51.198+11:00<span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong><blockquote><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong></strong></span></span></span></blockquote>A</strong></span>fter</span> launching my first Chinese language blog in 2006, I had a great fun by sharing thoughts and opinions, feelings and emotions, photos and music, and so on. Somehow, I finished this in the middle of 2008. The reason is simply that I could not stand the stress from studying and living in a foreign country in the English language. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Nevertheless, I never forget the spiritual and psychological happiness from writing and blogging. I started to ask myself why can't I set up an English language blog and I can write and meanwhile it will be helpful to my life and work in the English-speaking society.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Today, I can't wait to fill up the emptiness of not recording my life in words. I made the decision to create a new blog, which will be written in English. I knew I found the lost me. <blockquote></blockquote></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">This blog is named, Camellia and Tea.</span> </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6576107204868178402-6948997339359241327?l=camelliaandtea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>camellia and teahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02406311940173744368noreply@blogger.com0