That day was the same as any other day when I decide to do some spring
cleaning of my studio apartment. Armed with disinfectant and detergent I
went to work with determination that I would be finished by sundown. Two
hours later, I wasn't too sure. When was the last time I cleaned my
apartment? I struggled to remember and then guiltily recalled that ever
since I started working at the multinational advertising agency, I haven't
had time to even pamper myself what more clean my apartment.
I dumped my old clothes into a box which I've decided to send of for donation later and dragged it out to the front door. I'm just glad that I've finished cleaning up the living room and kitchen and now left with my room. At least it was smaller compared to the others. Yeah.right.smaller but messier. My room was my refuge. It contains not only my bed and the usual wardrobe, but also my bookshelves, study table, laptop, architect table and all my various knickknacks.
Looking up at my top shelf, I decided that there would be dozens of cobwebs there by now. Because it was so high, I've always ignored that particular spot. I grabbed a ladder and started to climb and almost instantly started to sneeze with the amount of dust. Quickly grabbing my vacuum, I aimed it and pressed the on button. Next, I started to wipe all the boxes and saw that with only one swipe it had already turned black. My cloth definitely needed a wash. As I was descending the ladder, my arm accidentally knocked over a box.
Bending down, I quickly picked it up to see if I've damaged anything inside. The box looked familiar and I slowly dropped all my cleaning utensils.
I sat perched on the edge of my bed, faint smiles drifting across my face, as I shift through all my old photographs. With my sleeves pushed up to my elbows, I dug down into all the old memories. I held each memory briefly in my hands before dropping it onto the pile in my lap and searching for the next happy moment to remember. Each picture evoked feelings that were long gone, but not forgotten.
As I continue to stroll down memory lane, I can't help but notice one photo stucked together with a silver ring in particular buried deep in the box. I plucked it from the sea of snapshots and held it in my hands. The picture was lovely. The sun was shinning and not a cloud to be seen in the bright blue sky. There I was sitting standing on the beach, with my long hair blowing in the breeze, hugging an equally happy looking guy whose arms rested casually on my shoulders looking as if it belonged there. As I focused on the person's face, the warm smile that covers my face was replaced with a sad smile. It was him. He who made me weak in my knees and have millions of butterflies fluttering in my stomach when he gave me that lazy grin of his. He who once played the most important role in my life. He who meant the world to me. He.I would give my life up for.
My fingers traced the outline of his handsome face. His tousled brown hair, his brown hazel eyes, his high bridged nose to his well shaped lips. Looking at his picture gave me a rude awakening of my past. A past that I have kept well hidden in the depths of my heart. Hidden, but not forgotten. I took the ring attached to it and slipped it into my third finger. It still fit. It fitted me just like how he and I fitted together like the perfect key to a lock.
My name is Makino Tsukushi. You must be wondering how old I am, unlike other women who is afraid to tell their age, I'm not. In fact, I am proud to be 26. I left Japan to work in Taipei four years ago and am now holding the position as one of the highest paid Strategic Planner in a Multinational Advertising Agency. I am satisfied with my achievement because the road to get where I am was one of the hardest one ever.
My life isn't like what most people tend to perceive it as. Yes, I'm earning a 5 figure salary. Yes, I'm living in one of the posh condo's in an exclusive district in Taipei. Yes, I'm not that bad looking and Yes, I've the 6 c's everyone wished to have. Cash, Condo, Career, Credit Card, Charisma and Car. What more can a girl ask?
If you think that is all I want, you are so wrong. What I wanted was simple. To spend the rest of my life with the one I loved. But fate had played a cruel game on me and now, even though I'm highly successful, I'm spend sleepless nights on my bed feeling empty.
How can I forget him? I didn't. I just refused to think of him. Although hard at first, but then I managed to find a solution to it. Bury myself with work and be as busy as possible. Maybe that is why I managed to climb to my position that I am today. Maybe it's him I should thank as well.
Let me take you into my memory lane. Take my hand and I'll show you my life and how simple it was for Makino Tsukushi at the age of 18. I promise you that you'll either end up with a sad smile on your face or sad tears on your cheeks. But that's not my purpose. I just want to share my experience with you. My experience with the unforgettable F4.
I dumped my old clothes into a box which I've decided to send of for donation later and dragged it out to the front door. I'm just glad that I've finished cleaning up the living room and kitchen and now left with my room. At least it was smaller compared to the others. Yeah.right.smaller but messier. My room was my refuge. It contains not only my bed and the usual wardrobe, but also my bookshelves, study table, laptop, architect table and all my various knickknacks.
Looking up at my top shelf, I decided that there would be dozens of cobwebs there by now. Because it was so high, I've always ignored that particular spot. I grabbed a ladder and started to climb and almost instantly started to sneeze with the amount of dust. Quickly grabbing my vacuum, I aimed it and pressed the on button. Next, I started to wipe all the boxes and saw that with only one swipe it had already turned black. My cloth definitely needed a wash. As I was descending the ladder, my arm accidentally knocked over a box.
Bending down, I quickly picked it up to see if I've damaged anything inside. The box looked familiar and I slowly dropped all my cleaning utensils.
I sat perched on the edge of my bed, faint smiles drifting across my face, as I shift through all my old photographs. With my sleeves pushed up to my elbows, I dug down into all the old memories. I held each memory briefly in my hands before dropping it onto the pile in my lap and searching for the next happy moment to remember. Each picture evoked feelings that were long gone, but not forgotten.
As I continue to stroll down memory lane, I can't help but notice one photo stucked together with a silver ring in particular buried deep in the box. I plucked it from the sea of snapshots and held it in my hands. The picture was lovely. The sun was shinning and not a cloud to be seen in the bright blue sky. There I was sitting standing on the beach, with my long hair blowing in the breeze, hugging an equally happy looking guy whose arms rested casually on my shoulders looking as if it belonged there. As I focused on the person's face, the warm smile that covers my face was replaced with a sad smile. It was him. He who made me weak in my knees and have millions of butterflies fluttering in my stomach when he gave me that lazy grin of his. He who once played the most important role in my life. He who meant the world to me. He.I would give my life up for.
My fingers traced the outline of his handsome face. His tousled brown hair, his brown hazel eyes, his high bridged nose to his well shaped lips. Looking at his picture gave me a rude awakening of my past. A past that I have kept well hidden in the depths of my heart. Hidden, but not forgotten. I took the ring attached to it and slipped it into my third finger. It still fit. It fitted me just like how he and I fitted together like the perfect key to a lock.
My name is Makino Tsukushi. You must be wondering how old I am, unlike other women who is afraid to tell their age, I'm not. In fact, I am proud to be 26. I left Japan to work in Taipei four years ago and am now holding the position as one of the highest paid Strategic Planner in a Multinational Advertising Agency. I am satisfied with my achievement because the road to get where I am was one of the hardest one ever.
My life isn't like what most people tend to perceive it as. Yes, I'm earning a 5 figure salary. Yes, I'm living in one of the posh condo's in an exclusive district in Taipei. Yes, I'm not that bad looking and Yes, I've the 6 c's everyone wished to have. Cash, Condo, Career, Credit Card, Charisma and Car. What more can a girl ask?
If you think that is all I want, you are so wrong. What I wanted was simple. To spend the rest of my life with the one I loved. But fate had played a cruel game on me and now, even though I'm highly successful, I'm spend sleepless nights on my bed feeling empty.
How can I forget him? I didn't. I just refused to think of him. Although hard at first, but then I managed to find a solution to it. Bury myself with work and be as busy as possible. Maybe that is why I managed to climb to my position that I am today. Maybe it's him I should thank as well.
Let me take you into my memory lane. Take my hand and I'll show you my life and how simple it was for Makino Tsukushi at the age of 18. I promise you that you'll either end up with a sad smile on your face or sad tears on your cheeks. But that's not my purpose. I just want to share my experience with you. My experience with the unforgettable F4.