hello my name is Hsiao Fen 晓芬.
i am a crayon love-r and Angela Zhang love-r. I love 'At the dolphin bay'show and xiao ping-gai and da da. I love my hometown,Malaysia,Perak,Sitiawan.I simply just loves there even though it is a kampoung!I LOVEEEE Maths too!!~ Presents are on 22.03.1994.Aries in one of the Malaysia's hospital.:]
yes, i collect crayons such as red/blue/green/yellow all the colours you can find on the world.And i am collecting all the beautiful and colorful memories that i can find.
Wants
♥Take photos with Si Ying
♥Take photos with Pei Yun
♥Take photos with Ah Ma
♥Take photo with Miao Jun
♥Take WHOLE family photo
♥跟阿妈学烹饪
♥学咱们家的秘方:红酒鸡荡!!!
♥小瓶盖的帽子>.<
♥我的理想情人>.<
♥妈妈的夸奖
♥Handphone
♥good results
♥Taller
♥No more pimples
♥Angela Zhang's CD
♥prettier
♥Go Overseas
A quiet crowd, their breaths white, are pulled by a historical deep. They hurry towards the sound, way back to the days of being childish. Snow dances, dispersing beneath the street light. My cheeks are freezing. She closed her eyes then. She lived strong each day, still a person of silk.
I want us to be together someday when the snow piles up. I want to see you on the white road we were born on. I want to meet you, I miss you. You are my love. In the cold night, in the depths of my heart, I hear the sound of a bell.
I look up, catching sight of clouds.I wonder about how fast it flows. Everyone hugs on to sadness, no matter where they are. As the sun slopes into the dark, I meet with young spirits. I cherish the words, "I'm fine." I am stopped by a puzzling door.
A flower gazes into the distance, passing and swaying in the world. On that day, love could not move because of the wind blowing it away. I want to meet you, but not in the night. You are my love. Feeling the love, I want us to walk on, leaving only footprints...
The white snow continues to fall to the gentle beating of my heart. Finally in the snow, we are uncertain about the world. Everything Let's us continue to fall.
I want us to be together someday when the snow piles up. I want to see you on the white road we were born on. I want you meet you, I miss you. You are my love. In the cold night, in the depths of my heart, I hear the sound of a bell. I want to meet you, but not in the night. You are my love. Feeling the love, I want us to walk on, leaving only footprints...